tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post113944049263444969..comments2007-02-22T21:00:25.681-05:00Mrs. Harridanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01243591806894404860noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1140391260687124492006-02-19T18:21:00.000-05:002006-02-19T18:21:00.000-05:002006-02-19T18:21:00.000-05:00compelled, not "comelled".jenhttp://wwww.oncemore.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1140391202529941782006-02-19T18:20:00.000-05:002006-02-19T18:20:00.000-05:002006-02-19T18:20:00.000-05:00okay, I actually feel comelled to mail you all the ones that you & I have in common. Holy cow, were we separated at birth?<BR/><BR/>interesting list, I do say.jenhttp://www.oncemore.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1140040745048556592006-02-15T16:59:00.000-05:002006-02-15T16:59:00.000-05:002006-02-15T16:59:00.000-05:00I love to argue too, unfortunately not many people I know appreciate a good arguement especially over current events.Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14578194277407926450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1140029145040657832006-02-15T13:45:00.000-05:002006-02-15T13:45:00.000-05:002006-02-15T13:45:00.000-05:00OK, I am asking nicely, where were all the piercings? ;-)<BR/><BR/>Great post!gbnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1139582551140547212006-02-10T09:42:00.000-05:002006-02-10T09:42:00.000-05:002006-02-10T09:42:00.000-05:00Matt Z, you can add me to your Bloglines sub ... other than that, you will have to help me because I am severely technologically-challenged.Mrs. Harridanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01243591806894404860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1139575331913415702006-02-10T07:42:00.000-05:002006-02-10T07:42:00.000-05:002006-02-10T07:42:00.000-05:00Mrs. H. Do you have RSS feed to which I an subscribe?Matt Zhttp://blog.triplezed.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1139550962008167882006-02-10T00:56:00.000-05:002006-02-10T00:56:00.000-05:002006-02-10T00:56:00.000-05:00I so hear you on #53. It drives me up the wall that my in-laws have a sign in front of their house saying 'The In-Law's,' as do all the other homes in their subdivision.<BR/><BR/>And, actually, I'm with you on #54 too. They were in my wedding bouquet.The Big Pugawughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12345750797815942789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1139522498444049252006-02-09T17:01:00.000-05:002006-02-09T17:01:00.000-05:002006-02-09T17:01:00.000-05:00I love lists of 100. It's fascinating to see what people will reveal about themselves and it's neat to see the common threads that weave us all together as well as the things that make us different. <BR/>I'm not a natural redhead either, but no one would ever guess. I had red hair growing up and it darkened as I got older, so like you I'm just fixing mother nature.TBhttp://soulgardening.typepad.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1139509324393492692006-02-09T13:22:00.000-05:002006-02-09T13:22:00.000-05:002006-02-09T13:22:00.000-05:00I would never have guessed you NOT to be a redhead. <BR/><BR/>One hole in each ear and a ring in my navel. I'm okay with that.<BR/><BR/>I'm the oldest...by default. My parents lost twin girls two years before I was born and two girls were born after me. I was the only one (out of 4 pregnancies) that was planned. There's a price to pay in being the oldest child in my family...and I paid it.<BR/><BR/>I have a college degree...but I've always struggled with the childhood notion that I was stupid. Go figure.wordgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13342822569920907220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1139506773984240562006-02-09T12:39:00.000-05:002006-02-09T12:39:00.000-05:002006-02-09T12:39:00.000-05:00Thanks! I did the nude modeling so I'd have at least one interesting story to tell my grandchildren, and also to face my body issues head-on after the end of the relationship that I blogged about today. It was a good experience. Plus, it was one of the highest-paying on-campus jobs. And it was fun. Everybody's all serious and proper, but everybody also paints the breasts and pubic triangle first.Arabellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284348393988748820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1139506205982391682006-02-09T12:30:00.000-05:002006-02-09T12:30:00.000-05:002006-02-09T12:30:00.000-05:00GG, Ken was often involved in the Barbies' activities, but the Donny Osmond doll was a rapist who lived in a cave (under a chair, for our purposes). <BR/><BR/>Arabella, I am literally stunned you were a nude model. Much respect.<BR/><BR/>Tink, nude modeling is easy money. Most people are too freaked out to talk to the model. There were one or two who made eye contact - not cool. But I never had a problem. Plus, you usually get paid under the table.<BR/><BR/>Feel free to steal the idea; I have stolen it from Denice, TB, and a few others!Mrs. Harridanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01243591806894404860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1139503505408268902006-02-09T11:45:00.000-05:002006-02-09T11:45:00.000-05:002006-02-09T11:45:00.000-05:0048. I used to pretend to go to mass and go to Dunkin Donuts instead when I still lived at home.<BR/>49. I got busted when my mother asked me about the sermon that day.<BR/><BR/>LOL! Your mom is wicked.<BR/><BR/>73. I used to be a nude model for art classes.<BR/><BR/>I would die of fright on the spot. But you totally gained 100 respect points for having done it.<BR/><BR/>GREAT post. I may have to steal... ahem, borrow the idea in the near future.Tinkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16188363142469404823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1139502826085243852006-02-09T11:33:00.000-05:002006-02-09T11:33:00.000-05:002006-02-09T11:33:00.000-05:00I love the part about the Barbies! Were there Kens involved, or just Barbies?The Gradual Gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08164817489584154198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1139501433295243652006-02-09T11:10:00.000-05:002006-02-09T11:10:00.000-05:002006-02-09T11:10:00.000-05:00We probably do have 73 things in common, at least, but I meant that I used to be a nude model, too.Arabellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284348393988748820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1139498909091273602006-02-09T10:28:00.000-05:002006-02-09T10:28:00.000-05:002006-02-09T10:28:00.000-05:00Mama_Tulip, email me at teminy at yahoo dot come and I will reveal all.<BR/><BR/>Nancy, My eyes are blue with a darker blue edge. I've never thought they look fake; they're a very everyday blue. And I couldn't do fur either. I think I feel OK if I know that the item is a by-product of an existing industry, like, cows are beef and the leather shouldn't go to waste. Or something.<BR/><BR/>Denice, I reserve judgment on people whose blogs I like. :) <BR/><BR/><BR/>Arabella, 73 things, or you used to be a nude model, too? Scandalous!<BR/><BR/>Thank you, everyone, for believing in my hair. I am just fixing what God didn't get to. ;)Mrs. Harridanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01243591806894404860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1139498037399364362006-02-09T10:13:00.000-05:002006-02-09T10:13:00.000-05:002006-02-09T10:13:00.000-05:00I feel like I've been punched in the stomach, but in a really, really good way.<BR/><BR/>I like you more than ever.<BR/><BR/>I can't believe you're not a natural redhead.<BR/><BR/>You and I have 73 in common.Arabellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284348393988748820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1139459857824040452006-02-08T23:37:00.000-05:002006-02-08T23:37:00.000-05:002006-02-08T23:37:00.000-05:00I am shocked you can read my blog at all, I have offended your sensibilities on every vocabulary and punctuational front you mentioned. Can I send my blogs to you before I post them....<BR/><BR/>I am also shocked your hair is not naturally red.Ditsy Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08801447926703973796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1139453365399861012006-02-08T21:49:00.000-05:002006-02-08T21:49:00.000-05:002006-02-08T21:49:00.000-05:00Fascinating post.<BR/><BR/>We have scads in common and scads not in common. I love all the little nuances that make people what they are.<BR/><BR/>And -- I NEVER would have guess Miss Clairol was a friend of yours. Never!!No namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01494956574025803344noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1139445917627656632006-02-08T19:45:00.000-05:002006-02-08T19:45:00.000-05:002006-02-08T19:45:00.000-05:00Hey - I like you even more now!<BR/><BR/>Air conditioning is stinky.Mignonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07716330276288396317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1139442813728078112006-02-08T18:53:00.000-05:002006-02-08T18:53:00.000-05:002006-02-08T18:53:00.000-05:00You said people have asked if your eyes are "real" or contacts. What color are they?<BR/><BR/>I am the same way about animal products -- I am big on cruelty-free stuff, but still eat meat and wear leather. I wouldn't wear fur though. Can't explain the distinction, but it's there...<BR/><BR/>Sad ending to the 100. I think I'm the same way though.Nancyhttp://mommaamme.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1139442094967146182006-02-08T18:41:00.000-05:002006-02-08T18:41:00.000-05:002006-02-08T18:41:00.000-05:0010? Why can I not remember 10?MisterBagginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06756370043496547361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-1139441742036498272006-02-08T18:35:00.000-05:002006-02-08T18:35:00.000-05:002006-02-08T18:35:00.000-05:00Okay.<BR/><BR/>1. I'm asking nicely. Please?<BR/><BR/>2. I'd never have guessed you weren't a natural redhead.<BR/><BR/>3. I like dictionairies!<BR/><BR/>4. I enjoy quoting The Simpsons too.<BR/><BR/>5. I'm a list girl. Lists RULE.<BR/><BR/>6. I've been compared to a sailor because of my potty mouth.mama_tuliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17120967639391779182noreply@blogger.com