tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post7979221945986060599..comments2023-11-14T20:29:04.094-08:00Comments on Pearl, Why You Little...: Ohhh, You'll Be FinePearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05261369905176088917noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-67489383732645223382009-01-31T11:53:00.000-08:002009-01-31T11:53:00.000-08:00"My parents did not believe in doctors" is a great..."My parents did not believe in doctors" is a great opening line. I saw your site linked to Douglas' Boomer Musings, and since he spends lots of time on my site, I thought that I would check out his audience. Funny stuff, and entertaining. By the way, Minneapolis is a great town. I was once there with my girlfriend from the area, and we stayed at that classic old hotel downtown overlooking the river, and watched 4th of July fireworks.Inspector Clouseauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09373932797333038561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-63887414094306511802009-01-28T07:11:00.000-08:002009-01-28T07:11:00.000-08:00Susan, that's a great idea, especially in this eco...Susan, that's a great idea, especially in this economy!Pearlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05261369905176088917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-63184159334505155062009-01-28T07:10:00.000-08:002009-01-28T07:10:00.000-08:00Darsden, catch and release. :-) Did that a bit m...Darsden, catch and release. :-) Did that a bit myself as a young 'un!<BR/><BR/>La Belette, ah, the Christian Scientists. Your ankle was in "error". <BR/><BR/>Kevin, my job gives my anxiety and hangovers, usually in that order. Is it too late to go back to subsistance farming? <BR/><BR/>Sandi, that's awful! Sounds like an ex of mine, whose mother stopped at the grocery store while he laid in the backseat with a leg broken in two places! Yikes...<BR/><BR/>Rene, good ol' Grandpa!!! (My mother believed in the Steaming Hot Washrag...)<BR/><BR/>fingers, you gotta admit your dad's got a point...<BR/><BR/>Sueb0b, I've known people like that, whose lives come to a screeching halt when they have a cold. I'm baffled by it. <BR/><BR/>Braja, would you think less of me if I hinted that I've been known to dry a dish or two? :-) Actually, I do only if I need the room so I can wash MORE dishes... They've got these new things called "dishwashers" that all the kids are talking about, so I'm thinking looking it up on the interwebs. Not that I'd have the space for it, but it's nice to stay on top of technology.<BR/><BR/>Maryx8815, I think it's really amusing the Grandpa offered to replace whatever hurt by going to a automotive parts store. :-) He sounds like fun!<BR/><BR/>That Baldy Fella, my dad was fond of muttering, "rectum? damn near killed 'im!" I've never understood what he meant by that.<BR/><BR/>Mrs. Pouncer, my father was a salesman for Pall Mall, and so while we were sorely lacking in Codeine, there were always plenty of cigarettes.<BR/><BR/>Christine, excellent example of re-direction! Good job!Pearlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05261369905176088917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-17754561306769604602009-01-28T06:02:00.000-08:002009-01-28T06:02:00.000-08:00Tape an aspirin to it!Tape an aspirin to it!Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16258150805363212464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-27332570747166677122009-01-28T05:16:00.000-08:002009-01-28T05:16:00.000-08:00Ah, just this morning Punkette was complaining abo...Ah, just this morning Punkette was complaining about the seam at the end of her sleeves. I offered to put a scarf on her. "How would that help?!?" she protested. "Then I'd be complaining about the scarf!!!"<BR/><BR/>"Exactly" I retorted. "Then when we get to school, you can take off the scarf and you'll have forgotten all about the sleeves."<BR/><BR/>ps...I said you have a fabulous blog the other day... there's a badge and everything.Christine Gramhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13783180729146518061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-54265691617386683092009-01-28T04:48:00.000-08:002009-01-28T04:48:00.000-08:00I am a doctor's daughter, which means I never rece...I am a doctor's daughter, which means I never received any medical attention whatsoever, and once infected the whole class with impetigo. My father suffered from appalling hypochondria, and his patients' symptoms would often take on a ghastly mobility, causing him chest pains, breathing difficulties, vertigo, etc etc in the course of a single morning. I often think it would've been nicer to have had an accountant or insurance salesman as a father, but I would've missed the Codeine.Mrs Pouncerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06750280825519545045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-89854603555699373692009-01-28T03:18:00.000-08:002009-01-28T03:18:00.000-08:00Must be a dad thing. Mine once chopped off the top...Must be a dad thing. Mine once chopped off the top of his finger while DIY-ing and stuck it back on with sellotape. His standard motto is, "S'alright, be alright."That Baldy Fellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01049009604878359923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-75334007907095108832009-01-28T01:48:00.000-08:002009-01-28T01:48:00.000-08:00That sounds like my grandfather!!!!!!! Okay so I ...That sounds like my grandfather!!!!!!! Okay so I grew up in my grandparents' house. But jeeeeezzzzzz.... sounds exactly like him. When I was a little girl, and I hurt something or I didn't feel good, he'd tell me - Ohhh let chop off your toe and you won't know about that pain - or he'd say something like - ohhh it's okay we'll go buy you a new one at PEP Stores - and that would make me so mad I usually forgot about my aches and pains.<BR/><BR/>Still love him so much though!!<BR/>He taught me so much in my short life!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-58573125764890626732009-01-28T00:55:00.000-08:002009-01-28T00:55:00.000-08:00Don't tell me you dry dishes....Don't tell me you dry dishes....♥ Brajahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07693196044262677095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-67830465322585420692009-01-27T20:00:00.000-08:002009-01-27T20:00:00.000-08:00My family was the "only a flesh wound" kind of pla...My family was the "only a flesh wound" kind of place, too. So when I met my exBF, who went to the doctor for antibiotics for every cold, I was baffled. He actually got MAD at me for not offering to drive him to the doc when he had a cold. Oh, please.SUEB0Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16301963922769609715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-28964711263462564502009-01-27T19:54:00.000-08:002009-01-27T19:54:00.000-08:00Yeah same with my Dad.If I told him, 'It hurts whe...Yeah same with my Dad.<BR/>If I told him, 'It hurts when I do this,' he'd just say 'Well don't do it then...'fingershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12454337173248849766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-27091758912585831852009-01-27T17:01:00.000-08:002009-01-27T17:01:00.000-08:00My Mom thought putting Ben-Gay on whatever ailed y...My Mom thought putting Ben-Gay on whatever ailed ya would just make it all better.<BR/><BR/>Sadly, not hemorhoids as Grandpa found out.<BR/><BR/>I think he still holds the Sr. Worlds REcord for the 100 yd dash.<BR/><BR/>Good Times.<BR/><BR/>Peace - Rene<BR/><BR/>word verif - shogie<BR/><BR/>a sharp boogie. One of the crystalized ones.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05088944123595868347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-6831056174532742382009-01-27T16:03:00.000-08:002009-01-27T16:03:00.000-08:00We were in the middle of nowhere in the motorhome,...We were in the middle of nowhere in the motorhome, I was eleven and had just went off the back of my ATV. according to my mother....I was not conscious, my eyes were moving independent of each other and I began to puke up blood. <BR/><BR/>My father insisted I was fine, I just had a headache and the blood I was puking was pomegranate seeds, I had eaten the day before. He fired up the motorcycles and off he went. <BR/><BR/>Well thank God I have a mom, she pestered him for the rest of the day, and finally when I spit fresh blood after puking he took me to the hospital. I was there for a week in the ICU. <BR/><BR/>This may explain a lot of my behavior in the past twenty some odd years. Brain damaged and left to die in the middle of nowhere .....<BR/><BR/>My dad is still the same way, He didn't learn a lesson. <BR/>"walk it off." <BR/>"take some Motrin."<BR/><BR/>The scary thing is I find myself uttering the same words....Sandihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10175048741176008054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-20695251472721546292009-01-27T15:03:00.000-08:002009-01-27T15:03:00.000-08:00I just have an inbuilt reluctance to go to the doc...I just have an inbuilt reluctance to go to the doctor's come wait may. A typical consultation starts:<BR/><BR/>Me: "Hello Doctor"<BR/>Doctor: "It's about time I saw you. What can I do for you today?"<BR/><BR/>and at some point will include:<BR/><BR/>Doctor: "Are you still in that damned job?"<BR/>Me: "Yes"<BR/>Doctor: "I'm not surprised you're ill then."Kevin Musgrovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14472110857057175327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-39218039918196570152009-01-27T13:56:00.001-08:002009-01-27T13:56:00.001-08:00My dad was a Christian Scientist for about 15 minu...My dad was a Christian Scientist for about 15 minutes and forever after that he was convinced all illnesses were not worthy of medical attention but he never bothered with prayer or any spiritual interventions. He just advised sleeping it off. I broke my ankle and he suggested I needed a nap and not a visit to the ER. He eventually took me.La Belette Rougehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05686717070120116918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-35226433184383170062009-01-27T13:56:00.000-08:002009-01-27T13:56:00.000-08:00Com'on down Pearl. Frick it is 81 degrees today. Y...Com'on down Pearl. Frick it is 81 degrees today. Yep, you guessed it shorts and a/c day. Good day to catch some bass and throw them back...yep, I am a catch an release girl :-) Is that why I am still single...hummm!?!darsdenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06204592599045715814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-36241592226877779552009-01-27T13:28:00.000-08:002009-01-27T13:28:00.000-08:00Darsden, I want to go fishing with YOU, girl! Jus...Darsden, I want to go fishing with YOU, girl! Just let me know when you're casting!!<BR/><BR/>Douglas, say it ain't true! You? Skipping?! My son, btw, had Scarlet Fever between 6th and 7th grade. They took pictures and he's now in a medical book somewhere! Sick as a dog for almost two full weeks. Yuck.<BR/><BR/>Daisy, I had dreams about stuff like that! Where your mom showed up with a glass of OJ and a comic book... :-)<BR/><BR/>Michelle, would you believe that me and my boyfriend cut off my cast (broken arm)with a steak knife when I was 22? Wheeee! :-)<BR/><BR/>Shhhhhhhh! Jeanne! Don't tell Mom! <BR/><BR/>Retired One, I am still drying my lousy dishes. :-) With towels I embroidered myself! Oooh, that's me: Laura Ingalls! Regarding the Novocaine, I almost always (ALMOST!) turn it down. I can't stand being numb. I am so grateful for the GAS now. :-) Love the Gas...Pearlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05261369905176088917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-92119315923910711892009-01-27T12:27:00.000-08:002009-01-27T12:27:00.000-08:00Are you my long-lost given-up-for-adoption daughte...Are you my long-lost given-up-for-adoption daughter? Because, I did that to my poor girls. The only way they could not go to school for being sick was if they produced body fluids. If I witnessed the body fluids, then, well, maybe...just maybe I would say OK. <BR/>(I am a nurse. I know all the tricks, damn it!)<BR/>But I never made them clean when they were sick.<BR/>Dry the dishes when they were well?<BR/>Of COURSE! How else can we use the dish towels that my mom gave ME to dry the dishes when I got married? <BR/><BR/>And to think now, we don't even want to unload the dishwasher....<BR/><BR/>BTW, don't even get me started on going to the DENTIST! I grew up as an Air Force brat...those AF dentists never used any novacaine or any painkillers of any kind. Believe me, I NEVER told my parents I had a toothache,because I did NOT want them to take me to the dentist.The Retired Onehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02466803019073952351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-76402387664646790362009-01-27T12:02:00.000-08:002009-01-27T12:02:00.000-08:00This is weird: I don't remember your being in my ...This is weird: I don't remember your being in my family, but you must have been, because we <I>had the same parents</I>. The doctor, the cleaning, the incessant dish-drying. Wait! Are you really my sister Rita, traveling incognito and living is bracing Minnesota while the whole family thinks you're basking in the Florida sun?Jeanne Estridgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13096521122802823385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-89704532065270120932009-01-27T11:25:00.000-08:002009-01-27T11:25:00.000-08:00My friend told me she once removed stitches from s...My friend told me she once removed stitches from somebodies back because she didn't FEEL like driving all the way to the doctor!!! I'm all like WHAT??? Yeah, just take a scissor, cut and pull!!!!<BR/><BR/>OK!!!!<BR/><BR/>I've been having bad back pain. I called my runner friend who is a doctor. She said don't worry. It the pain is not getting worse its fine!!! <BR/><BR/>OK!!!!!<BR/><BR/>HAPPY TUESDAY FUNNY LADY!!!!Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13012277904032798697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-65702468561371529752009-01-27T10:50:00.000-08:002009-01-27T10:50:00.000-08:00My family was totally the opposite - forget vacuum...My family was totally the opposite - forget vacuuming with mumps (that is CRAZY btw), my mum bathed me in calamine lotion when I had the chicken pocks. Actually put me in a bath full of calamine lotion. Every hour. Yeah, I'm a full on hyperchondriac now.Daisyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11235077158774802615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-89344893795233182702009-01-27T10:33:00.000-08:002009-01-27T10:33:00.000-08:00Great. I gotta read this about malingering when I ...Great. I gotta read this about malingering when I am practically on my deathbed with the flu. Sheesh!<BR/><BR/>My parents had a simple rule. If you could answer whether you were sick, you were well enough to go to school. I was allowed to stay home only once, when I had Scarlet Fever. Trust me, that was no thrill. <BR/><BR/>I learned, however, once I was in my teens, that you could leave the house and go <I>toward</I> school. You might not actually get there, though. And no one had to know as long as you were good at forging notes.Douglashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752593286034877538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-71249092107806022232009-01-27T10:12:00.000-08:002009-01-27T10:12:00.000-08:00Pearl the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I ...Pearl the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I forgot about 5 years ago I was fishing and caught a bass and myself with a treble hook. The hook went under my finger nail. Did I go to the er Hell No, I stiffen my botton lip by biting it as I yanked the hook out along with my nail..but hey I saved like 500.00 bucks...LOL I no longer fish with those types of hooks.darsdenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06204592599045715814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-59276845286948198232009-01-27T09:16:00.000-08:002009-01-27T09:16:00.000-08:00Ian, we don't do whining in my family. Unless it'...Ian, we don't do whining in my family. Unless it's about someone trying to replace butter with margarine. THAT will not stand.<BR/><BR/>Eskimo Bob. Shit. I knew I shoulda thought twice before posting that one.Pearlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05261369905176088917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-13992203862589552372009-01-27T09:10:00.000-08:002009-01-27T09:10:00.000-08:00So no more excuses: Headache shmeadache. I'll be r...So no more excuses: Headache shmeadache. I'll be referring husbands and boyfriends to this - you ladies did it to yourself.Eskimo Bobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02620064453780055916noreply@blogger.com