tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24538881.post2312655660383619889..comments2023-11-02T00:45:35.028-07:00Comments on Carrie Link: Carrie Wilson Linkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01586157395539583862noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24538881.post-17421859456135905522007-10-19T21:09:00.000-07:002007-10-19T21:09:00.000-07:00Trust me, I have no secrets! I mean it! Honestly...Trust me, I have no secrets! I mean it! Honestly.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24538881.post-35097803028502752032007-10-18T09:28:00.000-07:002007-10-18T09:28:00.000-07:00Ziji! Ha! The old caffeine reversal trick! So funn...Ziji! Ha! The old caffeine reversal trick! <BR/><BR/>So funny. <BR/><BR/>Scuse me, I gotta go kiss my wedding ring.Michelle O'Neilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03221354521123541601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24538881.post-81328096695091352822007-10-18T06:36:00.000-07:002007-10-18T06:36:00.000-07:00I identify too much with this list!I identify too much with this list!Writerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13449459501073359108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24538881.post-74801694708312870252007-10-17T21:07:00.000-07:002007-10-17T21:07:00.000-07:00I've been thinking about a secret - but am too sca...I've been thinking about a secret - but am too scared to tell. I used to tell my secrets, but I don't anymore.<BR/>Here's one -a baby one -I never trust the coffee maker at the store. See, I always order DECAF, but I sometimes think half way through my coffee that the coffee guy played a trick on me and that it's really CAFFEINATED. Then I stress out and pour it into the trash. A crime, you think. But, my body goes insane if I have too much caffeine. I'm a light weight, in that regard.Blairhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01991037296677953768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24538881.post-46937502436534164322007-10-17T11:22:00.000-07:002007-10-17T11:22:00.000-07:00Totally Universal! And the photo--perfection!Totally Universal! And the photo--perfection!Ask Me Anythinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08259088164899344367noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24538881.post-61134522067648970152007-10-17T11:17:00.000-07:002007-10-17T11:17:00.000-07:00My sister in OCD, I can totally relate to worrying...My sister in OCD, I can totally relate to worrying about moving a book! For me, it's more about the punishment from the universe that may rain down if I put it in the wrong place.<BR/><BR/>Okay, here goes: when I was little, I used to have to kiss every stuffed animal goodbye every time I left my room. Today, I have to blow a kiss to Isabel's door every time I pass it while she's sleeping, and...wait for it...I have to quickly kiss my wedding ring whenever I accidentally bang it into something. <BR/><BR/>Yesterday, Isabel had to kiss Bear, Panda Bear, and her pink ball goodbye just to sit down for lunch. All I could think was: WHAT HAVE I DONE??Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15073714414998927153noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24538881.post-70287756268867313422007-10-17T06:44:00.000-07:002007-10-17T06:44:00.000-07:00sentientsentientriversgracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05813321755005138766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24538881.post-22072143362714832942007-10-17T06:43:00.000-07:002007-10-17T06:43:00.000-07:00Just goes to prove that no object is inert, everyt...Just goes to prove that no object is inert, everything is senitent (especially t-shirts).riversgracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05813321755005138766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24538881.post-56177879723397468462007-10-17T06:06:00.000-07:002007-10-17T06:06:00.000-07:00Trust me, this is a great list...Trust me, this is a great list...Suzyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18323394956423706365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24538881.post-63306859470208487092007-10-17T05:11:00.000-07:002007-10-17T05:11:00.000-07:00I love this Carrie. Worrying about hurting the boo...I love this Carrie. Worrying about hurting the book's feelings. You are a nut. <BR/><BR/>I say to my pile...who wants a piece of me? You better call out good and loud. Does not matter one bit who was ahead of whom.Michelle O'Neilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03221354521123541601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24538881.post-47191543374952331642007-10-16T21:57:00.000-07:002007-10-16T21:57:00.000-07:00Okay, okay, I'll play, too. In high school, I knew...Okay, okay, I'll play, too. In high school, I knew every word to all the songs on Ratt's first album. And nobody would have pegged me as a rocker chick.kariohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10150537989886423212noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24538881.post-65787271042113697422007-10-16T21:14:00.000-07:002007-10-16T21:14:00.000-07:00I visited the "secrets" site, too. I have a secre...I visited the "secrets" site, too. I have a secret. My "Sweaty Hands" poem used to have a stanza about boogers in it, but I took it out because, let's face it, boogers are embarrassing! That IS what all of you guys have been commenting about, RIGHT? LOL!<BR/><BR/>Blessings to you!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24538881.post-62574939987038690802007-10-16T20:22:00.000-07:002007-10-16T20:22:00.000-07:00I spent a looong time on that site after you first...I spent a looong time on that site after you first mentioned it. These are great ones. I absolutely identify with almost all of them, especially the clothes, pile of books and the mugs.Jesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05322705929720573545noreply@blogger.com