tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1437211381535870362011-04-21T22:23:41.655-04:00Personal stories, experiences and Freudian slips that make life funny. Here, I'll share things that keeps my friends and family laughing and encourage you to share your moments me as well. WARNING: some stories may have strong language, please be advised.Mrs. Bnoreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143721138153587036.post-66986459537836215162009-03-03T13:55:00.008-05:002009-03-03T15:15:18.582-05:00

Growing up is a phenomenal experience. I had friend recently write about what he expected when he got older. For him the idea age was 30 for he never felt like he fitted in with children his age and he thoroughly believed that by the age of 30 women would no longer care about things like the trendiest of threads and that he would have a solid passion for what ever job he had.In many ways, I can

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The smell of maple syrup makes me want to vomit when I am not eating a meal that requires the substance.When I was in elementary school I knew this guy who had a bubble on the top of his head that resembled the cheese bubble on a slice of pizza, but not as appetizing to look at. Anybubble, he would come to school reeking of syrup and everything he touched had globs of syrup on it – desks, pencils

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Some things we never live down. No matter how hard you try when you run into people, they’ll associate with a time and a place. This was one of those times.Fourth of July 1989. I was 8 years old and staying for summer with my grandparents in Northern Alabama. This was a very scary time for me. First of all, I didn’t know my grandparents all that well. Second, I was with my sister who was 14 at

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Ok. I'm a good sister. Or at least I try to be. And one of the rules to being a good sister is listening to a siblings problems and then offering sound advice. I can do this...most of the time...if I'm not thinking about food. And I think about food A LOT. I think about what I'm gonna eat as soon as I wake up in the morning. I think about what I should have for lunch when I'm taking my first bite

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