tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238845739367972246.post1804330977551740680..comments2024-01-25T16:13:27.758+00:00Comments on My Song...: I've Got A ProblemCygnus MacLlyrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15501567755613392501noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238845739367972246.post-78856531074218567132010-02-07T15:54:46.191+00:002010-02-07T15:54:46.191+00:00I'm with ya there, Ken-- lucky if I can bust a...I'm with ya there, Ken-- lucky if I can bust a buck sixty...<br /><br />Too many years journaling by hand, me. Handwriting looks spiffy.<br /><br />Hey bud, thanks for the comment!<br /><br /><br />Hey mom-- if there's anything I see and sorely disagree with, I won't keep quiet. You know me...<br />But, nothing so disagreeable , so...<br /><br />Ashley... don't know what to tell ya; I can't imagine forcing a kid to eat. Granted, some people do not like some foods, and made to try, or eat what you take, yes. Forced beyond reason? un-unh..Cygnus MacLlyrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15501567755613392501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238845739367972246.post-59335161440826021582010-02-07T02:38:26.654+00:002010-02-07T02:38:26.654+00:00You were not made to eat things you didn't lik...You were not made to eat things you didn't like because I didn't (and don't) eat things I dislike. I agree with the "stop when full" also as you probably remember from childhood. I was critiicized aplenty, though. That is all right...we made it fine, didn't we?<br /> You are right to keep quiet just discuss with the Mama when she comes home.<br /> Love you.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02043420235495017483noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238845739367972246.post-50972733609146091732010-02-06T20:11:01.628+00:002010-02-06T20:11:01.628+00:00...to this day i still can't write cursive(wel......to this day i still can't write cursive(well)...99% is still all uppercase,punctuation iffy,at best...<br /><br />...belly of a billygoat,i can eat anything and everything,weight never changes(yet)...as a teen heard "wait till yer in yer twenties,you'll be big as a house" then it was "wait till yer thirties" and "wait till yer fourties"now its "wait till yer fifties"...one of these days i'll get 'there'...lolKenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13559414057439356066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238845739367972246.post-19785858573890808852010-02-06T14:48:38.417+00:002010-02-06T14:48:38.417+00:00Right on, Cuz! I remember when I was a child, peo...Right on, Cuz! I remember when I was a child, people thought my handwriting was bad because I was lazy and/or stupid. My mother called me both. No one believed me when I tried to tell them that it hurt me - physically - to write. Now, though, I can type like the wind. And my handwriting is much better, now. Although it still hurts to write.<br /><br />And food... I still have trouble keeping the weight off. And my biggest problem is meat. I much preferred vegetables, preferably cooked by someone other than my mother (she of the boil-it-'til-it-turns-to-mush school), but I always had to eat an adult-sized steak, or pork chop, or whatever was there, and it took forever because I had trouble chewing it enough to swallow, and it didn't taste good anyway, and now they're telling me I ate too much red meat?!?!?<br /><br />But now I make my own decisions, and I try to remember the lessons of my childhood when dealing with my daughter.<br /><br />Hugs,<br />AshleyNokihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16856143453343678103noreply@blogger.com