tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post1132790065814044861..comments2024-03-26T17:55:50.539-04:00Comments on Cranky old man: BRIDGE TOMMY, BRIDGE!joehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08520161706680568508noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-30427070655920384382013-01-22T19:55:47.214-05:002013-01-22T19:55:47.214-05:00Too bad all parents don't root for their kids ...Too bad all parents don't root for their kids calmly or quietly. stephen Hayeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17659054447637207734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-68303497417605934722013-01-22T19:23:14.505-05:002013-01-22T19:23:14.505-05:00I think I've just had a glimpse into my future...I think I've just had a glimpse into my future. I'm sure that my kids will turn around one day and say the same to me. I admit I'm a vocal soccer/futsal mum, but I try to only say encouraging things, honest.Shelly - Tropical Mumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00464868349672755774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-48359021659518594912013-01-22T18:38:18.411-05:002013-01-22T18:38:18.411-05:00I'm sure your kids would love to send a "...I'm sure your kids would love to send a "thank you" note to Tommy's mom. :)<br /><br />SLowandslowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08608734222483888884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-47763474219676160972013-01-22T16:28:24.348-05:002013-01-22T16:28:24.348-05:00haha...I think i might know the mom!haha...I think i might know the mom!momto8https://www.blogger.com/profile/13964950285763339907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-25469479416253239122013-01-22T16:02:39.177-05:002013-01-22T16:02:39.177-05:00How much stamina is packed into an average carrot?...How much stamina is packed into an average carrot?<br /><br />I had no sons to cheer for, but did have a girlfriend with a son. Those little kids play on regulation football fields! I would get so involved in the game my friend worried we'd be thrown out. Eventually she quit asking me to go.Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09834682329952369721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-14507975503342423522013-01-22T13:53:55.833-05:002013-01-22T13:53:55.833-05:00You made me spit coffee on my computer--would you ...You made me spit coffee on my computer--would you please hand me that paper towel?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-52814935390467842592013-01-22T10:35:16.102-05:002013-01-22T10:35:16.102-05:00hahahah. my brothers wrestled. In fact, my twin ...hahahah. my brothers wrestled. In fact, my twin brothers would decide each year who would take the lower weight. All I remember is them bundled up, running up and down the stairs in the basement. They played football too. hmmmmDazee Dreamerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08323163539682131873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-32116651331540538592013-01-22T10:09:55.451-05:002013-01-22T10:09:55.451-05:00Ah ha ha!! L.O.V.E This!!!
Former wrestling mom. ...Ah ha ha!! L.O.V.E This!!!<br />Former wrestling mom. AND my ex-husband was a wrestler with the father that you could hear above everyone in the crowd. Thanks for giving me a great laugh & rewind of the memory. As a mom, I HATED wrestling season. My son was a grumpy pain in the butt dieting. Eating peanut butter only, spitting all the time. UGH!My Daily Jenn-ismhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08658536705061751531noreply@blogger.com