Was my last post, "The Smell of Poop, Not Pie" a little too over the top? Upon reading it, did you feel a little nauseated?
I don't mean to lack class. It just sort of happens. Mike said that he was concerned that my last post might have been in poor taste. I wrote what was on my mind...sometimes I lack discretion, however. I kind of have a problem with, "diarrhea of the mouth"...oh sorry, I did it again...I kind of have problems with saying too much, ya know, a "word vomit" problem....oh, for pity sake, there I go again...
In all seriousness, please leave a comment and let me know how you truly feel. I PROMISE not to be offended.
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24 comments:
If you are reading a mom's blog and can't handle the word poop then you should move on to something a little more lightweight, like crafting or or gardening or something.
Poop happens.
I am laughing so hard at your poop post and applaud you for your bravery. Now you can blog about absolutely anything!
Okay, I know you don't know me, but you actually know people from two totally unrelated parts of my life, so I had to find out the connections! First I saw you on Paige and Celie's blogs, and then later I saw you on Jack and Jaime's blog! Anyway, I grew up with Paige and Celia and was good friends with Jack and Jaime in college. Such a small world! So funny!
I just have to say hey, it's your blog. Write whatever you want. If anybody doesn't like it, they don't have to read it, right? But apparantly nobody is offended so far. (or if they are they haven't been back. oh well.)
I was nervous at the title of the post, but the story is hilariously true. But please, get a lock!
I am seriously offended! You're not my friend anymore... can we still be sisters, though? :)
Well at least you know you can't be accused of being dishonest. I thought the post funny and original too. I've had more than one time where my children have burst in on me because I forgot to lock the door and they had some extremely pressing issue to address.
I was so offended.
I mean show some class- like me posting a picture of my son without his pants on.
Thanks for your very thorough confession. I am also a professional blog lurker and feel a tinge of shame and horror at revealing myself, which is funny because I think most bloggers would take any comment they could get. Don't you think? Anyway, so glad we're blogging friends, now. I wonder if I have more lurkers out there and how I can I get them to comment? But then there's the fear that there really isn't anyone else reading...and now I'm just sounding crazy.
That was a very entertaining story, by the way. I seriously never would have guessed. I'm just sorry to hear about your flu! Mom's should be granted a 20 year escape ticket from all ailments. Hopefully your husband has the weekend off and you can rest a bit! Maybe you can even poop in peace.
Awhh girl, ya got to keep it real...blog about anything your heart desires. Like Suzanne says - they don't have to read it. I don't blog for the 4 people that read me, I blog for me, because:
it's fun
it is the only type of journaling I am doing at the moment
it's addictive
And on the slim chance that anyone wants to know what we crazies are up to here in ga they can.
hahaha:-)
I totally wasn't offended. We can't have a family discussion unless we talk about burps, farts, and poop.
Dear Lauren,
Please teach your children to write you notes and push them under the door. It helps with the abandonment and also the smell. I still do it to my husband and I crack myself up.
I keep missing your blog posts. I don't know why. It is too bad for me, because they are clever and good. Like the Bubba teeth. Carry on.
Oh, come on--you've got to be you, otherwise what's the point? And if someone doesn't love you for you, then they shouldn't be reading it in the first place! :)
I found your blog through Holly. I thought your poop post was funny!
What is the blog for, if not to write about poop and such? I say, blog on, sista.
P.S. Second the lock idea. Seriously save them the therapy down the line.
I think you're funny. I second the notes under the door thought, and third the get a lock thought. They try and knock while I'm in there... no matter what they have to say, they are met with I'M IN THE BATHROOM! to whatever the question is. they usually give up. yeah that's it... learn to break your children's will. ha.
... and thanks for the beautiful comment! not true, but hey I'll take it and smile today.
okay last comment (maybe)...
you are too nice (a bit exaggerative, umm yeah, it's a word).
Isn't that why we're all friends???
Tell it like it is sista! (But don't touch my bed.) :-)
I adore you and your great writing.
Now the dog picture on this post, I have a problem with....
OK, I see you on so many blogs that I visit, that I had to come check yours out. I am so glad I did. Now I know I am not alone.
My kids won't leave me alone in the bathroom either! I really am going to try the lock thing now. Especially after reading the previous comments about therapy....oh, right. Not good.
LOOK AT HOW POPULAR YOU ARE!! 21 comments. I guess that tells you what you needed to know!
fo sho... poop happens! i say write whatcha wanna write. honestly, i just leave the door open now cause i cant stand the constant beating on the door. i just warn them "its gonna be very very stinky in here.. you might want to wait until mom comes out." sometimes... and i mean only sometimes does it work. but hey, its worth a try!
what is abbys blog, do you know?
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