tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029299587784890117.post1226144373165734192..comments2023-10-11T04:44:45.908-07:00Comments on The Ramblings of Charlie Brown: Words CAN hurtJ.Dayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09211819677106829508noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029299587784890117.post-54087820244737415302012-08-23T15:02:00.902-07:002012-08-23T15:02:00.902-07:00Silly string and saran wrap, perhaps? ;-) *evil gr...Silly string and saran wrap, perhaps? ;-) *evil grin*Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029299587784890117.post-32712840812501989222012-08-23T15:01:19.239-07:002012-08-23T15:01:19.239-07:00I think we had a mastiff puppy, around 9 months ol...I think we had a mastiff puppy, around 9 months old, boarding the first weekend I was there. He was a big ol' pussycat, and well-trained (thankfully!); I'd hate to have a dog that size try and jump up on me. I wonder how much bigger he's gonna get...<br /><br />So far, I've had to deal with only one dog who's a jumper. An overly enthusiastic Lab mix. She'd try and jump up and kiss you whenever taken out to the "potty yard", lol!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029299587784890117.post-54650063524270665282012-08-22T22:14:01.648-07:002012-08-22T22:14:01.648-07:00Lol shaving cream? I was think eggs. Deviled eggs ...Lol shaving cream? I was think eggs. Deviled eggs even. Lol although I would really hate to waste a good deviled egg....lolJ.Dayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09211819677106829508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029299587784890117.post-47319368301871543192012-08-22T22:12:50.056-07:002012-08-22T22:12:50.056-07:00Wait until you get a mastiff! LolWait until you get a mastiff! LolJ.Dayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09211819677106829508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029299587784890117.post-68023153441999624612012-08-22T22:02:44.624-07:002012-08-22T22:02:44.624-07:00Holy hell, what a bitch. Not you, obviously. LOL
...Holy hell, what a bitch. Not you, obviously. LOL<br /><br />At least a girlie moustache can be waxed/tweezed/bleached... Bitchdom is just there and you can't ever cover it up.<br /><br />Do you want some shaving cream to squirt on her car? I'd be willing to donate to the fund.In Which We Start Anewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01575301575612665739noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029299587784890117.post-65570399906919611552012-08-22T19:53:06.852-07:002012-08-22T19:53:06.852-07:00Perhaps you could sit down with Dr. J, and tell hi...Perhaps you could sit down with Dr. J, and tell him what happened...and that you did NOT like what she did. Not necessarily to get her fired, but maybe a stern talking to by the boss. She was most certainly out of line. And most employers usually will not tolerate that kind of behaviour. <br /><br />On another note: we had a Siberian Husky come into the animal hospital this afternoon. I swear this dog was the size of a Shetland Pony; he was HUGE!! I've never seen a Husky that big!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029299587784890117.post-85848369365198099202012-08-22T15:21:34.918-07:002012-08-22T15:21:34.918-07:00Yes, we can. I hate that. However, I'm over he...Yes, we can. I hate that. However, I'm over her comments now; and I won't be her "friend".J.Dayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09211819677106829508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029299587784890117.post-15604331704873250032012-08-22T15:20:47.684-07:002012-08-22T15:20:47.684-07:00Yes, she was. I saw her true colors and I won'...Yes, she was. I saw her true colors and I won't be overly nice to her anymore. Lunch will be out of the question.J.Dayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09211819677106829508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029299587784890117.post-48182926819175227662012-08-22T15:08:12.299-07:002012-08-22T15:08:12.299-07:00I know, right? I know, right? J.Dayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09211819677106829508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029299587784890117.post-79559315801146780192012-08-22T15:07:39.644-07:002012-08-22T15:07:39.644-07:00I was good by the next day. It was just a crazy in...I was good by the next day. It was just a crazy insane day and what she said really pissed me off. I just won't be all nicey-nice to her anymore.J.Dayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09211819677106829508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029299587784890117.post-4404466947214210402012-08-22T15:06:21.744-07:002012-08-22T15:06:21.744-07:00That's a good point. I've noticed that too...That's a good point. I've noticed that too, but probably never really thought about it. Well, I have seen the look on her husband's face when I've been around the two of them. Poor guy. I'm not sure he can ever get a word in because she's a real talker. LOLJ.Dayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09211819677106829508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029299587784890117.post-62676142783610627242012-08-22T15:04:14.119-07:002012-08-22T15:04:14.119-07:00LMAO Oh that last bit . . . . hahahahaha! YES!LMAO Oh that last bit . . . . hahahahaha! YES!J.Dayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09211819677106829508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029299587784890117.post-90037535709878499082012-08-22T13:10:02.731-07:002012-08-22T13:10:02.731-07:00Sometimes women can be real bitches, friends or no...Sometimes women can be real bitches, friends or not. I don't think that's a nice thing to say to their "friend" you should totally tell her how you feel though. Def don't let her get you down though. Hey Monkey Butthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03876011642278169652noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029299587784890117.post-52058178854593016842012-08-22T01:40:48.638-07:002012-08-22T01:40:48.638-07:00She was being a total bitch to you, plain and simp...She was being a total bitch to you, plain and simple. I'd threaten to report her for hurting you or put in a complaint or something. You have that rancher as a witness and your bruises to prove it. There's no love lost between you guys so it wouldn't be a great loss if she never spoke to you againMiss Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08758016594265555571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029299587784890117.post-45589491065183873882012-08-22T01:21:11.339-07:002012-08-22T01:21:11.339-07:00Wow! Harsh....Wow! Harsh....A Daft Scots Lasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01922985143036647579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029299587784890117.post-10190056940998952152012-08-22T00:07:52.219-07:002012-08-22T00:07:52.219-07:00What a cow! How you didn't give her a slap is...What a cow! How you didn't give her a slap is beyond me, must have taken the willpower of a saint not to. <br /><br />I'm married as you know, have been for 12 years now. I'm very happy and absolutely not interested in anyone else. I wouldn't even notice if a guy had the hots for me, because I'm just not looking for that kind of attention. This tells me that this "person" is either unhappy in her marriage or just incredibly insecure in her own skin. Either way, she's probably lonely and miserable and is taking it out on you to try to shore up her own low self esteem. <br /><br />Don't let her get you down, she really isn't worth it.<br /><br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029299587784890117.post-85185552027964482012012-08-21T17:38:38.894-07:002012-08-21T17:38:38.894-07:00One of the things I have noticed about women and m...One of the things I have noticed about women and men who totally gush over affections of those they are not married to are not happy in their marriage. Don't get me wrong, I love to flirt at work, love when men notice me... but I don't go on about it. I simply don't need their affections to boost me up... I have a husband that does that for me. Maybe you should tell her you're so sorry that her marriage isn't working out so well the next time she goes on about this other man.<br /><br />But...Here's the thing... she's out of line. Period. My best friend (over 25 years) is also my hair dresser... and waxer... and she doesn't even tell me when the girl-stash needs some tending.<br /><br />She just throws me in the chair and does it when I'm not paying attention. :)Julihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10097214923216967086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029299587784890117.post-48248592720972871642012-08-21T16:51:52.375-07:002012-08-21T16:51:52.375-07:00I'd have told her where SHE could put wax. Be...I'd have told her where SHE could put wax. Better yet, demonstrated. Is your arm bruised? I'd show it to her- serious this time- and say- "You don't want to look like this? Don't touch me again." That way she knows the what and the why and if she comes back with anything, you can just silently walk away knowing the message got across.<br /><br />Oh, and you could tell her, "I know this hot guy who'd be perfect for you- his name's "John Rambo... Here's his website..." "CWMartinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06798867734074134647noreply@blogger.com