tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717670770620279307.post6963756627858505735..comments2008-11-07T13:26:07.500-08:00the planet of janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11444337511603560544noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717670770620279307.post-19740348284518627892008-11-07T13:26:07.500-08:002008-11-07T13:26:07.500-08:00Haha, and the sad thing is that it is STILL known to happen even when they get older!Jainahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05666481569069955190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717670770620279307.post-33179538523962552302008-10-27T06:39:02.426-07:002008-10-27T06:39:02.426-07:00That's not entirely different from a toddler conversation. None of it makes sense. Ever.Burgh Babyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123901504643963583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717670770620279307.post-19365375360240137222008-10-26T08:46:54.297-07:002008-10-26T08:46:54.297-07:00I work with some twenty-plus teenagers. ha ha... I have to just walk away and roll my eyes.<BR/><BR/>It's been way toooo long since I've been around them. I have two grandkids that will soon be in that age group. I may have to call you for advise or ear plugs.Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05404943895800549273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717670770620279307.post-84036936507113324082008-10-24T19:04:14.051-07:002008-10-24T19:04:14.051-07:00The alternative is texting. Which they also talk through. But I'd prefer to know what the conversation is about rather than hear scary snippets that make no sense.<BR/><BR/>Actually, I prefer to schlep around boys.Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09037928148778848386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717670770620279307.post-50907809965371876312008-10-24T13:21:55.570-07:002008-10-24T13:21:55.570-07:00Oy. <BR/><BR/>I have 4 SIL's. <BR/><BR/>Most of them speak in this manner. Especially when together. <BR/><BR/>I can relate to the torture.Momisodeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06752015177628948631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717670770620279307.post-52457381067003337882008-10-24T12:27:09.685-07:002008-10-24T12:27:09.685-07:00Yet another reminder of how much I do not miss teenagers!!!!Vixenhttp://vixensden.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717670770620279307.post-55611969641136554802008-10-24T09:34:13.434-07:002008-10-24T09:34:13.434-07:00And on the flip side, a suburban full of boys. They make crude noises to sound like gross bodily functions, and they hit alot. *sigh*Burficahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717670770620279307.post-52750294468729006562008-10-24T09:18:44.557-07:002008-10-24T09:18:44.557-07:00omg too much talking drives me NUTZ!Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09504992439212714138noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717670770620279307.post-86606075067141118182008-10-24T09:18:15.751-07:002008-10-24T09:18:15.751-07:00tee heeKaytabughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11823989062127968170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717670770620279307.post-13133597398665261702008-10-24T07:37:57.424-07:002008-10-24T07:37:57.424-07:00That's hilarious. I've got two small boys, and sometimes they talk too much for me.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10271747321727525066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717670770620279307.post-18651669073924447312008-10-24T07:14:15.295-07:002008-10-24T07:14:15.295-07:00I feel your pain. Yesterday we went to Lexington for DeBoy's 3-year-old checkup and met some friends for lunch at Panera. The Queen did not stop talking the entire two hours we were there. Jennifer and I decided we need to visit sometime WITHOUT the kids. (and slut-ho? That must be doubly skanky. Do they still say skank?)Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02190489990653412687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717670770620279307.post-63791318470594607052008-10-24T07:10:00.686-07:002008-10-24T07:10:00.686-07:00That is the funniest thing I've read today! I have been exactly where you are --- trapped in a car with giggling, talking ever talking teenage girls. Love 'em cause you can't hate 'em. Enjoy them because too soon they will be gone. Thanks for the smile.Patsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800220805290554359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717670770620279307.post-82771868648649455012008-10-24T06:13:43.248-07:002008-10-24T06:13:43.248-07:00I take it your ears were ringing for hours afterwards?<BR/><BR/>I take it this is what I am doomed to deal with?nikkihttp://anticsofacrazymom.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717670770620279307.post-83023058624798819482008-10-24T05:55:29.204-07:002008-10-24T05:55:29.204-07:00Hell, you mean it gets worse?? Thanks for the warning, lol!Jewelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09577458643982630555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717670770620279307.post-24229985482880811982008-10-24T05:51:18.943-07:002008-10-24T05:51:18.943-07:00My wife has five sisters. They rarely are all in the same place at the same time. But OMG, when it happens, it's like 6 teenage snotty, bratty, picky, jealous, egocentric girls take over the bodies of these otherwise (relatively) normal women.<BR/><BR/>It is NOT a pretty sight.LceeLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13024392628362568010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717670770620279307.post-53394675465759486622008-10-24T05:09:32.974-07:002008-10-24T05:09:32.974-07:00OMG, Slut-ho, LOL!!!!!<BR/><BR/>This gave me an early morning chuckle. Girls, girls, girls.secret agent mamahttp://secretagentmama.com/blog/2008/10/16/love-thursday-12/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717670770620279307.post-3624097542720687342008-10-23T23:17:48.745-07:002008-10-23T23:17:48.745-07:00I'm so glad there weren't any cheerleaders in Scotland...<BR/><BR/>That was so funny, thanks for the crack up and your ears' expense! I don't miss my formative years, but I really miss the energy level.abritdifferenthttp://abritdifferent.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717670770620279307.post-63890232166286973022008-10-23T22:57:55.354-07:002008-10-23T22:57:55.354-07:00Oh, yes. I had not cheerleaders, either. Mine were Girl Scouts until they graduated from high school. I usually had a carload of them, and they could really talk. A lot.Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11731276173410889180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717670770620279307.post-37347302853268200402008-10-23T22:39:47.401-07:002008-10-23T22:39:47.401-07:00I LOVE it when I'm driving a car full of kids that talk talk talk because for some reason they don't seem to realize I can actually hear them - I get some of my best recon that way!Lunch Bucketshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09672060392111531942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717670770620279307.post-54803988122143978412008-10-23T22:04:37.957-07:002008-10-23T22:04:37.957-07:00too true!! they have words to use. many, many words!!monicahttp://transplantingme.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717670770620279307.post-37984422481286064462008-10-23T21:58:06.626-07:002008-10-23T21:58:06.626-07:00Bwaaaaaa haaaaa haaaaaaaaa!<BR/><BR/>yup.<BR/><BR/>But we don't have cheerleaders here.<BR/><BR/>Otherwise, yup.Kelleyhttp://magnetoboldtoo.comnoreply@blogger.com