tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821168775357077823.post2103383342836967724..comments2024-02-14T04:35:46.031-05:00Comments on Up The Hill Backwards: A Night At the BarSuziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13150191994661266181noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821168775357077823.post-35368557351475075622008-06-02T23:49:00.000-04:002008-06-02T23:49:00.000-04:00Yeah for the Suzies.It sounds like they need to ha...Yeah for the Suzies.<BR/><BR/>It sounds like they need to have a drink with the Hollies...<BR/><BR/>The four can dance the macarana together.Texashollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17982077447405220888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821168775357077823.post-72085782839552274972008-06-01T23:17:00.000-04:002008-06-01T23:17:00.000-04:00Now, see, I think Young Susie should have put her ...Now, see, I think Young Susie should have put her foot down and stayed until the Flaming Bob Marley arrived...because I really want to know what one is now!<BR/><BR/>Glad you had fun!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821168775357077823.post-48796405693708325042008-06-01T05:36:00.000-04:002008-06-01T05:36:00.000-04:00You make my day award and free hugs. Just for you!...You make my day award and free hugs. Just for you!. Really!!Barbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16660942367303941481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821168775357077823.post-7504776643494775862008-05-31T19:23:00.000-04:002008-05-31T19:23:00.000-04:00Heeeee, that's funny stuff.Heeeee, that's funny stuff.Gerbilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05483627399876857508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821168775357077823.post-40468601076433988892008-05-31T15:05:00.000-04:002008-05-31T15:05:00.000-04:00Go out more often, Suzie, and young Suzie and momm...Go out more often, Suzie, and young Suzie and mommy Suzie will feel more comfortable. Keep some of young Suzie and a little bit of Mommy Suzie... and you'll be alright! :Dmaryt/theteachhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17516961981692076719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821168775357077823.post-91135101102609095692008-05-31T11:10:00.000-04:002008-05-31T11:10:00.000-04:00Only 4 more years. you can make it!Only 4 more years. you can make it!CChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01537821831479150677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821168775357077823.post-41373498415808270532008-05-30T19:43:00.000-04:002008-05-30T19:43:00.000-04:00I am so glad you got out and had a little fun, but...I am so glad you got out and had a little fun, but I am glad too that Mommy Suzie won out..and I bet you both slept a little better with the drinks. LOL Have a great weekend.Stacey Olsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14735896924805332261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821168775357077823.post-43992012237738763812008-05-30T12:39:00.000-04:002008-05-30T12:39:00.000-04:00Wow Suzie--a fellow bedrester! I didn't know that ...Wow Suzie--a fellow bedrester! I didn't know that until yesterday. I started my blog when I was on bedrest with Cakes. Anyway...<BR/><BR/>I can't remember the last time I went out with friends, but I sense that I wouldn't be great company, considering that:<BR/><BR/>A) I refer to myself in the third person as Mommy, to everyone. It's a habit I cannot break. So if someone asked, "Would you like a beer?" I would answer, "No, beer gives Mommy heartburn."<BR/><BR/>B) I can't drink anyway, because I'm still nursing Cakes, who I swear will still want to "do bubbies" when she's 18.<BR/><BR/>C) I would talk of nothing but my children, thus boring everyone to tears with anecdotes about dance recital costumes, poopy diaper analysis, and the importance of sleep schedules.<BR/><BR/>D) I would start yawning and looking at my watch at 8 PM.<BR/><BR/>A party animal, I am not.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821168775357077823.post-51071518897942530092008-05-30T10:10:00.000-04:002008-05-30T10:10:00.000-04:00It seems to happen instantly, yes? Like the momen...It seems to happen instantly, yes? Like the moment you pop out a kid, the rules change. I had a hard time adjusting to the transformation; now I can't remember my old life.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821168775357077823.post-1863192259718184312008-05-30T10:05:00.000-04:002008-05-30T10:05:00.000-04:00funny you would post this today, i was just thinki...funny you would post this today, i was just thinking last night about how life has changed. i had a question for my younger brother so i called, he was out at a bar and I balked at him being out so late... it was 10:45. sigh. when did we become farts!<BR/><BR/>oh and the screaming record here is 1 hour and 54 mins.The Mrs.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05390271129994451360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821168775357077823.post-50825190585129607332008-05-30T10:03:00.000-04:002008-05-30T10:03:00.000-04:00My sisters and I range from 47-53. A wild night fo...My sisters and I range from 47-53. A wild night for us has us in our relaxing clothes (aka pajamas) sipping wine and staying up until way past... 8:30! Oh, and I love Bob Marley! <BR/><BR/>When you fly, DO bring your camera!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821168775357077823.post-33541692266127551092008-05-30T09:57:00.000-04:002008-05-30T09:57:00.000-04:00I loved this! Isn't funny how we change? It's ev...I loved this! Isn't funny how we change? It's even weirder when we see the change.<BR/><BR/>You mean New Coke is Old now? Geesh.Kristenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02608199440254905212noreply@blogger.com