tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897882981515430685.post3221556757523637884..comments2024-01-11T22:42:27.863+11:00Comments on Matron Down Under: Advice for Young LadiesAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07969357513275063157noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897882981515430685.post-36036168698375688962010-03-11T13:47:09.122+11:002010-03-11T13:47:09.122+11:00Oh so funnny. So so stinking funny!Oh so funnny. So so stinking funny!Crystalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00094609854092085664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897882981515430685.post-53654274703915125902010-03-11T06:07:07.948+11:002010-03-11T06:07:07.948+11:00We went to the mall a couple weeks ago and there w...We went to the mall a couple weeks ago and there were so many screaming, loud talking teens there. I was so embarrassed for them!<br /><br />I'm a little shaky thinking how I would've handled those child-waking screams. Unfortunately, probably by doing some screaming of my own. And then I would have defeated my purpose.<br /><br />Perhaps a threat that if they were responsible for waking my children, they were then responsible for babysitting them?Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12346270516836690158noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897882981515430685.post-40089810630682206742010-03-07T15:47:05.788+11:002010-03-07T15:47:05.788+11:00Goodness sakes. I do know the brand of girlish co...Goodness sakes. I do know the brand of girlish coquetry you're describing and it bugs the shit out of me. I call it the Girls Gone Wild-ification of youth.<br /><br />I think that you might think about making a banner, like write it on a sheet--it could say, "Shh! Baby sleeping!" Or "Stop Screaming!" Or "Honey you can do better!" And hang it over the fence when the next party starts up. Then when they come close to read it or take it down, do your hair yanking thing.Beckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06517252487552392654noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897882981515430685.post-71017835718891038712010-03-07T14:38:33.573+11:002010-03-07T14:38:33.573+11:00Apropos of these neighbors: The best oranges I ev...Apropos of these neighbors: The best oranges I ever tasted were from the the tree growing in their yard and hanging over your back fence. Gosh, they were good! Having a great fruit tree, however, doesn't grant one leave to behave badly...especially after midnight. Unleash HELL, Amy!Camp Papahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03918758148818443535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897882981515430685.post-52158123867575347352010-03-07T08:35:07.365+11:002010-03-07T08:35:07.365+11:00Thankfully, we don't have any teenage neighbor...Thankfully, we don't have any teenage neighbors around, but the people who live just in front of us have BIRDS. Not like cute little parakeet birds, like, massive parrots or something with deep, deep, loud, loud squawks. And sometimes, when we're getting ready for bed, they will NOT SHUT IT.<br /><br />I'll chime in for Becky here-- you are right, it's reign. Like the French Revolution's reign of terror. Because terror is ruling the world. Or the neighborhood, in your case. :-)<br /><br />And I'm still scared.Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05220334396409452136noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897882981515430685.post-61742493679368295212010-03-07T03:37:55.623+11:002010-03-07T03:37:55.623+11:00"Now, put out that cigarette and reapply your..."Now, put out that cigarette and reapply your lip gloss"<br /><br />Now that's classic. <br /><br />Dissed in the malibu, doesn't know what to do....rev amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01612003122625140638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897882981515430685.post-41704172881277531882010-03-07T02:48:08.910+11:002010-03-07T02:48:08.910+11:00Okay, after I wiped the tears of laughter out of m...Okay, after I wiped the tears of laughter out of my eyes, it occured to me that you are channeling your father!! You really did sound like WAYNE.Well done and very very amusing.Maggiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00879981735515382112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897882981515430685.post-5270605637713338242010-03-07T01:50:48.958+11:002010-03-07T01:50:48.958+11:00This is hilarious! I will be printing this one out...This is hilarious! I will be printing this one out and sure to use it as material once I begin counseling young girls... per your permission of course ; )<br /><br />On another note, the last two times I've babysat (two different families mind you) there have been annoyingly loud parties going on @ the neighbors. In one instance, a drunk girl tried to get into my car as I was leaving. The Mama Bear in me definitely comes out when people are disturbing sleeping children.Cristyn Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18337301366439672581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897882981515430685.post-75227510293820871492010-03-07T01:31:17.826+11:002010-03-07T01:31:17.826+11:00I LOVE your righteous indignation! And of course y...I LOVE your righteous indignation! And of course your advice is right on target. Mating rituals are apparently the same in Australia and the U.S. I imagine the alcohol was flowing, and that added to the foolishness. But, anyhoo, your advice for young ladies is perfect! You could write a newspaper column. But, I gotta tell you. A post about you dragging a girl over the fence by her hair would be a good one...delainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01519073646760104147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897882981515430685.post-1631812298613683672010-03-07T01:19:55.071+11:002010-03-07T01:19:55.071+11:00Nicely done with the 'Say Anything' refere...Nicely done with the 'Say Anything' reference. This has been my favorite movie since I can remember having a favorite movie. "I gave her my heart, and she gave me a pen." Now that is movie gold. Napoleon Shapoleon.Rebeccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00899255906384986304noreply@blogger.com