tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653780.post1234749611009257588..comments2024-01-12T02:50:35.638-06:00Comments on Problem Girl: Someone should report meJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13170131429639166827noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653780.post-60676493583952413242008-12-07T12:26:00.000-06:002008-12-07T12:26:00.000-06:00I'm sorry. We have days like that too.I know what ...I'm sorry. We have days like that too.<BR/><BR/>I know what you mean about no one calling the authorities. One night my sister had a seizure at her apartment. Her girlfriend called the paramedics and then me, so I was there when they took her away in an ambulance. Because she had just had a seizure and was not very rational, she was in the hallway shouting, "No, I don't want to go with you. Don't take me! No!" Not a single door opened. No police ever showed up. No one—and there were three other apartment doors within 10 feet—did anything. Sort of appalling.Stimeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09685801693683588805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653780.post-33782703176658230142008-12-03T12:53:00.000-06:002008-12-03T12:53:00.000-06:00Ben, wow. I oves me some Paul Weller. Jen, I'm so...Ben, wow. I oves me some Paul Weller. <BR/><BR/><BR/>Jen, I'm sorry it was such an awful day. You are a saint and probably the best mom I know. Hang in there... I learn from you by example and so far you're keeping up your end of the bargain. *HUG*Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07481403621926486234noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653780.post-41878383891111006352008-12-03T00:00:00.000-06:002008-12-03T00:00:00.000-06:00Some people think theyre jammyBut I know they must...Some people think theyre jammy<BR/>But I know they must be crazy<BR/>Cant see their misfortune<BR/>Even if theyre lazy<BR/>Walk throughout the fire<BR/>Drive throughout the smoke<BR/>See my enemy at the end of the rope<BR/><BR/>Walk on piles of needles<BR/>See what they can do<BR/>Walk on gilded splinters<BR/>With the king of the zulus<BR/><BR/>Kon kon, the kiddy kon kon<BR/>Walk on gilded splinters<BR/>Kon kon, the kiddy kon kon<BR/>Walk on gilded splinters<BR/><BR/>Here I go, now<BR/>Til I murder, til Im dead<BR/><BR/>I rode out my coffee<BR/>By drinking poison from my chalice<BR/>Propped against my faith<BR/>I drink oil for my malice<BR/><BR/>Meet me on your doorstep<BR/>Soon well be in the gutter<BR/>Melt you just like butter<BR/>Ill make you stutter<BR/><BR/>Walk throughout the fire<BR/>Drive throughout the smoke<BR/>See my enemy at the end of the rope<BR/><BR/>Walk on piles of needles<BR/>See what they can do<BR/>Walk on gilded splinters<BR/>With the king of the zulus<BR/><BR/>Kon kon, the kiddy kon kon<BR/>Walk on gilded splinters<BR/>Kon kon, the kiddy kon kon<BR/>Walk on gilded splinters<BR/><BR/>Til I murder, til Im deadBenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10170022915332546512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653780.post-52251402373903666682008-12-02T21:14:00.000-06:002008-12-02T21:14:00.000-06:00I hope tomorrow is a better day.Could it be the we...I hope tomorrow is a better day.<BR/>Could it be the weather that's setting him off a bit?Cathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12664179045428395525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653780.post-74980909902880390102008-12-02T20:13:00.000-06:002008-12-02T20:13:00.000-06:00Be strong. This too shall pass. Hope tomorrow is...Be strong. This too shall pass. Hope tomorrow is better!Estherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11362207430242737134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653780.post-74474842784761625062008-12-02T19:46:00.000-06:002008-12-02T19:46:00.000-06:00I hope tomorrow is a better day. Hang in girl!I hope tomorrow is a better day. Hang in girl!Mrs. Schmittyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14745072739050640143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653780.post-84696354619714127912008-12-02T18:56:00.000-06:002008-12-02T18:56:00.000-06:00*Sigh* This sounds like every day of my life. Exce...*Sigh* This sounds like every day of my life. Except for my son is only 3 and has no diagnosis. Maybe I'll blog soon about how he gave me a black eye last week.<BR/>I always wonder when the cops will show up here. After 30 minutes? 1 hour? 2 hours? So far never. Not sure how I feel about that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653780.post-49479389385723395412008-12-02T15:16:00.000-06:002008-12-02T15:16:00.000-06:002 things.first, we all have moments when we would ...2 things.<BR/><BR/>first, we all have moments when we would like to smack our kids. but the moment between the thought and the act is what defines you as a parent.<BR/><BR/>second, i feel the same way about reporting thingsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653780.post-53158089570953011342008-12-02T15:00:00.000-06:002008-12-02T15:00:00.000-06:00Is it bad that I chuckled just a little bit that y...Is it bad that I chuckled just a little bit that you're ASKING people to call the cops on you? :) I hope tomorrow is better for your family!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com