Leta giving a little love to Izzy.
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A Jon Armstrong sized tangent
I Left My Baby in San Francisco
Newsletter: Month Four
Little sisters are so unfair
Oh, mg2, you didn’t just go there, did you?
I think I love you.
Thanks and happy valentines day to all who come here to find a connection to others. Sometimes it is easier to connect to strangers than it is to someone who gave you life. When I quit weeping from the words dooce has written I think I shall call my daddy.
Alas, Marie, not alcoholic but a fond childhood memory..
Now that you mention it, however, Tahiti treat would be spectacular with vodka and a dash of lime cordial…….
Ahhh…the pig tails are cute! Melts my frozen, black heart.
no problem Ern..
I gotta get ready for a date y’all. putting on my brylcreem and old spice right now..heh heh heh heh
Marie, I thought so too, I thought so too… so dang disappointed.
all you need is love …dumpt dah dah dah dum..all you need is love …dumpt dah dah dah dum…all you need is love – love – love is all you need!
You had me at vodka
Sam – you kill me. (I’d strongly suggest c-section for the delivery of your love child)
I hope the sweetness continued after the photograph. Heh. This happened last night with our son; except as soon as the hug was over, he pushed his litle girlfriend away because she was standing in front of the toy he wanted.
“You might be screaming, ‘no, no, no,’ but all they hear is ‘who wants cake?’ Let me tell you something, they all do, they all want cake.” Wilford Brimley, “Retardation: A Celebration”
Hey Scottypants – thanks for the dentata heart shout-out!
I’m headed home to clean up after my sex toys so they’ll be properly prepped for VD prurience.
*Y’all enjoy yer VD*
Cute cute cute babies…LOVE THE NEW MASTHEAD. I have been on a Dork Crusade lately – establishing “dork” as the norm around me. Hope everyone catches on quickly…
And Happy Valentine’s Day, All!
BFE- Is Wilford Brimley alive?
Damn, Canadian Amy. I thought this drink was alcoholic! I was with ya, Moose, until her post!
And i SOO hope tomorrow’s picture is of Leta and the carrots!! (maybe with the pigtails and her spitting them on her li’l friend Izzy!)
Happy VD everyone! Lesbian infants always get me in the holiday spirit!
You made me cry!
Closet Metro said at 02:58PM, 02.14.2005:
Big Gay Sam – Bucky is a chick.
Hey if Mary can do it, so can I.
awwww good V-Day pic
helloooooo…..is there an echo? Am I alone here?
Yeeeeha! Please put yeeeeha on the list of words to teach the little redneck woman soon. When my kid was almost 3, we were playing with her chalkboard and I said, OK, let’s make a list of all the words that begin with a B sound, like boy. She says, no, let’s make a list of all the words that begin with Yee, like YEEE-HA! Yes, redneck babies must also learn the letter Yee.
Huggy baby picture, not scary.
Happy Valentine’s Day, and make sure you get lots of hugs (the sweet baby kind, and the naughty BABY kind).
I’m shaving but what do you need JP?
mmm tahiti treat is the best fruit flavored pop on the planet…
I even had Tahiti treat lip gloss when I was a kid. I would lick my lips until they were all chapped, they smelled so goooood.
Oh my god she is adorable. I can’t believe how fast she is growing.
I think everyone is heading home. I’m gonna have to bail myself. But…you check Dooce while shaving, DC? Ha! That’s dedication.
Marie, I don’t know but I think I want me some.
Pigtails. So cute. I am going to make my future daughter wear them until she’s about 12.
Heather, I don’t know if you’ll read this but in case you do…my father died last week. There was a time when he refused to speak to me, for absolutely no reason (other than he married a strange bitch from hell) for over 8 years. I talk about it on my blog. One day I ran into him in public. I said “hi Dad.” He turned as if I didn’t exist and walked past me. My friends said “are you sure that’s your Dad?” HUH?
Anyway, I hope you don’t leave to chance your father hearing or reading the words you wrote. My Dad and I made our way in the past few years. Our relationship was never the same, but we managed to scrape one out of what we had left. My sister wasn’t so lucky. When my Dad died last week, at 67, I was at peace knowing he knew what I felt in my heart; the good, the bad and the very ugly. Please, don’t leave it to chance. Write a letter, post a sign, send a dove, scream it out, whatever you have to do to let him know how you feel, for in the end, it’s for your benefit not necessarily his.
Who gives a rip about a baby that chews tobaccy?
Tell me more about the gigantic golf-ball shooting Monkey anus …
I love her little pigtails!!!!
What a wonderful Valentine’s Day picture!
Wait…a little confused.
Dooce has four grandpas on her side of the family?
What in the hell is “tahiti treat?”
Froggie Princess sharing the love – very sweet.
GREAT grandpas. GREAT.
Oh Dang, my favorite!
Rats in the front room,
roaches in the back,
junkies in tha alley
with the baseball bats,
Tried to get away
But I couldn’t get far…
Awwww! What a great little picture! I can feel the love all the way over here!
Happy Valentine’s Day!
ooooh – Marie (#301) – I’ve made the Bailey’s and vodka cake, and it is quite yummy. I haven’t read all the comments. If anyone needs it, I have it on my computer here. I also have a recipe for some awesome Bailey’s fudge… it was a good St. Pat’s Day last year.
Big Gay Sam – Bucky is a chick. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but she’s my type, not yours
How very sweet! love, love, LOVE the pigtails!
… nothing like hanging out in the bleachers all by myself on Valentines Day.
dooce said at 02:10PM, 02.14.2005:
Bucky Four-Eyes, I totally want to party with you.
I actually want to have his love child. p
aww, baby love.
Recipe please, if you don’t mind.
I have a recipe for homemade Baileys…
Dooce.com: Where fun people meet and swap recipes involving spirits!
Dang *hot* blog entry!
Awwww so cute. And PINK! for Valentine’s Day.
Happy Valentine’s Day Blurbodoocery
Dooce: Where booze and cake trump exercise and vegetables
well she said the word party…so
DON’T PUSH ME, CAUSE I’M CLOSE TO THE EDGE
I’M TRY ING NOT TO LOSE MY HEAD
HA HA HA HA
IT’S LIKE A JUNGLE SOMETIMES, IT MAKES ME WONDER
HOW I KEEP FROM GOING UNDER
*dang cold tosses aside his plastic cup of tahiti treat, drops, and does ‘the worm’ a la Beat Street. The group, startled and wide eyed, quickly scatters to clear the way*
smooochable. happy lovey-dovey day to all.
ITA with Terri. My dad died of cancer almost 3 years ago at age 47. We had a rocky relationship sometimes. I thought I had a lot of time to patch things up with him. I know he loved me, I hope he knows how much I love him. I miss him more than words can express.
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