Well, last night when I was really tired, comment moderation seemed like a good idea. I mean, I changed the commenting option so that anyone--even anonymous people--could leave comments. That's mostly because my mom's not on gmail and she was having trouble leaving a comment. But then I started worrying that maybe some ill-mannered, unknown, truly anonymous person would leave mean, nasty, disheartening comments and I'd have to delete them.
But THEN I had to moderate a comment from a friend this afternoon and thought to myself "this is no fun. If I don't like waiting for my comment to by blog-owner approved, why would anyone else??" So I took it back off. So if any nasty comments appear, rest assured I'll be deleting them at my earliest possible convenience. Now you know.
Home Sweet Home! by The Pioneer Woman
4 years ago
8 comments:
Well, I'll quit using the anonymous button to leave any nasty comments from now on... Ha!
Who would do such a thing?? Ask yourself that? Really.
(Secretly I worry about that too.)
Especially when there is some random guy following all the blogs of everyone I seem to read these days. (and he never comments either) Weird. He's not on yours yet though... :)
Chris- I don't have to work on my abs for at least a week now after reading and laughing over your comment. I forgot he was going to call me Matey. Hilarious, and now I have to remind him. Husband needs to show you some techy stuff on that computer of yours!! Also, I went to Haggen- a grocery store in my town, and that is where they had all the stuff plus local flowers. Soooo pretty!! I just keep looking at them too...
Several comments - not nasty! Where do I find Matt's version of the splinter story? (2) Zak had a splinter in his hand and I couldn't grip it and his 3year old palm since we had an afternoon followup appt with the MD I would wait. I ONLY NEED ANOTHER GROWN UP TO HOLD HIS HAND OPEN!!! Well the MD helped me get the splinter out then charged me for "minor surgery" Cha Ching!!Love reading theses and remembering all the fun I also had removing splinters! You have so many more adventures ahead of you I can't wait to read them!
Julie--he's listed in my "followers" section as "the husband." If you click on "the husband" it should take you to his blog. Scroll down to what appears to be pictures of Kellar with a big stick protruding from his foot. That's Matt's story. It's hilarious. Even though he's making fun of me.
Okay your two days worth of comments have cracked me up SO much...
I swear we are too alike for our own good. It's scary!! lol
My husband finds it very amusing as well... he's amazed that there are more people like me out there.
I wouldn't DREAM of going camping withOUT my air mattress... that was pretty much my one stipulation. I said, "Honey, I love you, and I'll sleep with you pretty much anywhere- with the exception of maybe a golf course green (which I have a friend who HAS) but I need, NEED, NEED to sleep off of the ground. Make me sleep with you right on the ground, wake up to angry mama." He, being the amazing man he is, bought us one, and the PUMP that makes it a snap to inflate. Though I admit watching our husbands fill up things with their manly lung power is quite entertaining. As are you my friend... Oh, what would I do without your comments every day? They just get my world spinning in the right direction!! Ha!
I have to go feed the hoodlums now... have a lovely day!
Okay, you have to hear this... because you'll just die laughing...
I don't like bananas at all. AT. ALL.
I tried a bite of the banana thing and was just so AMAZINGLY impressed that he could cook ANY thing, that it just did me in. DID ME IN!!
But I'm not going to tell anyone that, because it kind of detracts from the "Oh isn't my husband so amazing, he can cook a banana thing in a fire and I had no idea thing?" You know what I mean?
I feel that I can only share this with you... and you'll note that I never said, It TASTED wonderful... or that I ATE THE whole thing.. nothing like that... carefully worded is what I did. :)
Okay, now I have to camp or I'd write more.
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