tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post6321707818851330361..comments2023-10-26T02:08:37.015-06:00Comments on Every Day I Write the Book: Awful and Greatkacy faulconerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09690060274994621199noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-44371243937473014432009-04-14T21:16:00.000-06:002009-04-14T21:16:00.000-06:00Great picture! I'm jealous.Great picture! I'm jealous.Jim F.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-52941511633389403852009-04-14T12:48:00.000-06:002009-04-14T12:48:00.000-06:00I was going to try to say something clever, but wh...I was going to try to say something clever, but why bother?<br /><br />A friend of mine doesn't have any children, and after I told a particular story of my little angels* she commented that maybe she's glad she doesn't have children. To which I said: "Oh, having children is great. Except for when it isn't." Much like you said here. Excep you said it better.<br /><br />*and by "angels" I mean "trolls".JPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00003378912998394588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-58918003571509028852009-04-14T07:22:00.000-06:002009-04-14T07:22:00.000-06:00I can relate, we try and try and fail. It is endl...I can relate, we try and try and fail. It is endless at times, and yet I have never stopped in those defeated moments to say geez this might be what my mom felt. Thanks, your blog is a great reminder.<br />Courtneecourtneehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00510274036674373170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-78430603797483012452009-04-13T13:13:00.000-06:002009-04-13T13:13:00.000-06:00If there were an American Idol for personal essayi...If there were an American Idol for personal essayists, you'd win. Every season. Ten years in a row. And Simon would stalk you and Paula would be a puddle everytime you walked into the room. And Randy would turn into a real dog that you'd then have to find a home for.Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08464686059226188481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-66253033402340802932009-04-13T11:35:00.000-06:002009-04-13T11:35:00.000-06:00I always feel guilty for what I didn't do with my ...I always feel guilty for what I didn't do with my kids while they were growing up---but I had to be the sole parent, as their Dad was AWOL---but thats another story...<BR/><BR/>So---I try to just dwell on the little things that I CAN do---like great birthdays and Christmas's, and dressing up and good food ONCE in a while, and dancing, music, etc. <BR/><BR/>You just keep hoping that THEY remember only those good things---and that the rest is a blur!Shawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04305357810894657905noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-42687914237425597822009-04-13T09:25:00.000-06:002009-04-13T09:25:00.000-06:00I misread and thought you wrote "hello doilies". ...I misread and thought you wrote "hello doilies". I love hello dollies, truly I do, but I also think something amusing could result from making "hello doilies" too.<BR/><BR/>In conclusion, I hope you are not referring to those Flaming Hot Cheetohs.Julie Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03470651047403484573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-56229316055013090742009-04-12T00:17:00.000-06:002009-04-12T00:17:00.000-06:00I prefer to remember mostly the good stuff - and I...I prefer to remember mostly the good stuff - and I'm doing a pretty good job of suppressing the other stuff in my memory bank.<BR/><BR/>Selective forgetting is how I survive!<BR/><BR/>But your post and others like it sometimes dredge up a memory or two that I'm not proud of.<BR/><BR/>But you're forgiven!!grannybabshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00640154807725541703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-4189319439713599542009-04-11T23:58:00.000-06:002009-04-11T23:58:00.000-06:00Tremendous shot. Just look at those two shafts of ...Tremendous shot. Just look at those two shafts of light pouring into the room, explaining everything.Geohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13928364622023202837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-61503905286149126692009-04-11T21:28:00.000-06:002009-04-11T21:28:00.000-06:00Love the picture. You are two very beautiful ladie...Love the picture. You are two very beautiful ladies!Alicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12227021785128962537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-24681256883526339962009-04-11T16:25:00.000-06:002009-04-11T16:25:00.000-06:00Just today I was feeling guilty because it seems l...Just today I was feeling guilty because it seems like I spend most of my time during the day trying to get a break from my kids. So then I tried to manufacture fun and memories by coloring eggs... it ended in me screaming and them running to their rooms. <BR/><BR/>Thanks for the post-- I needed it.Alyssahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04890116644346600903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-31154709412773093872009-04-11T10:56:00.000-06:002009-04-11T10:56:00.000-06:00I figure if my kids put up with THEIR kids someday...I figure if my kids put up with THEIR kids someday, that will be thanks enough. =)Handsfullmomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17080603359227234634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-48838536297702119792009-04-11T10:28:00.000-06:002009-04-11T10:28:00.000-06:00I figure that is what the teen years are about...y...I figure that is what the teen years are about...your kids are such jerks that any love you had for them is conveniently gone, just in time to kick them out to college.<BR/>Your mom always made the best desserts. I stayed active in YW's just so I could eat what she brought.dedehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00706156236266876727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-53037564305760989592009-04-11T10:22:00.000-06:002009-04-11T10:22:00.000-06:00I love that poem by Billy Collins. Thanks for the ...I love that poem by Billy Collins. Thanks for the link, Annie. I made a lanyard at 5th grade camp. But we called it a boondoggle. And I kept it for myself.kacy faulconerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09690060274994621199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-46503354898550975642009-04-11T08:23:00.000-06:002009-04-11T08:23:00.000-06:00Was Justin Hackworth amazing? Sure. But please--ev...Was Justin Hackworth amazing? Sure. But please--everyone--remember, he's just a man.kacy faulconerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09690060274994621199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-19245057954035722302009-04-11T08:08:00.000-06:002009-04-11T08:08:00.000-06:00Life and motherhood are like a circle of love and ...Life and motherhood are like a circle of love and hate! I loved this post almost as much as I love hello dollies.Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08338688515732965297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-9653226189931900052009-04-11T07:34:00.000-06:002009-04-11T07:34:00.000-06:00I'm not a great Mom. I would never play ball with...I'm not a great Mom. I would never play ball with my kids in a million years. <BR/><BR/>They all think I poop a lot because I'm always in the bathroom with the fan on. I'm really just sitting in there looking at the internet, but it works for me.<BR/><BR/>Your 11-year old could definitely make those 7 layer bars for you. My son loves to make those because there is almost no way to screw them up. My 10 year old loves to do stuff in the kitchen too. He made an entire casserole by himself last week, including browning the beef. He thinks its so cool. You need to get those kids cooking for you and then you'll like to have them around more!<BR/><BR/>I still don't like my mom all that much, though.Hildiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08825826597565796467noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-46980055407212754452009-04-11T07:12:00.000-06:002009-04-11T07:12:00.000-06:00I love this post- but I'm dying to hear more about...I love this post- but I'm dying to hear more about Justin Hackworth (I admire him from afar). Was your session amazing? I bet it was. Let's see some more photos!Jennahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05995872507959987970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-8535054298937448172009-04-11T06:24:00.000-06:002009-04-11T06:24:00.000-06:00I loved this. I know exactly how you feel. Except ...I loved this. I know exactly how you feel. Except for the part about older kids - but I can imagine how that will be.<BR/><BR/>This was so real and true. And I have often thought about how hard it will be to watch my children pull away as my need for them remains the same. It's almost like He's Just Not that Into You - except "he" eventually had his own kids and comes back to mama for support!Kate Coveny Hoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18006589284938683965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-19938546960939533112009-04-11T06:09:00.000-06:002009-04-11T06:09:00.000-06:00So, so true. Have you read this poem by Billy Col...So, so true. Have you read this poem by Billy Collins about making a lanyard for his mom (a lanyard!)? This post reminds me of it...<BR/><BR/>http://tinyurl.com/dae2zwAnniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08941198405523733540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-91785883527362330552009-04-11T05:51:00.000-06:002009-04-11T05:51:00.000-06:00I really needed to read this today. Thanks.I really needed to read this today. Thanks.Heidi Tottenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09275976895033550120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-19045866254987021972009-04-11T05:39:00.000-06:002009-04-11T05:39:00.000-06:00Yeah. It's awful and great. And my mom even told m...Yeah. It's awful and great. And my mom even told me she thought I didn't like her (on my 20th birthday). I was like "what do you mean, you're my Mom!" Now I get it because I have a 15 yr. old.Sagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03353317337049515497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-2608423077360319652009-04-11T00:11:00.000-06:002009-04-11T00:11:00.000-06:00It's true.Every word.I should go call my mom.It's true.<BR/><BR/>Every word.<BR/><BR/><BR/>I should go call my mom.Carinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13859567470814286102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-44220951135375573482009-04-11T00:07:00.000-06:002009-04-11T00:07:00.000-06:00Yes, yes, yes. I ADORE my children, but sometimes...Yes, yes, yes. I ADORE my children, but sometimes I hide behind the piano so no one will talk to me. Just for a little while. Or an hour.<BR/><BR/>And I didn't appreciate my mother either. At the time, I think I felt she didn't appreciate me either.Heidihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14892934158515052460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-19442160225110197332009-04-10T23:47:00.000-06:002009-04-10T23:47:00.000-06:00I love this. Now, as a parent, I get chills more o...I love this. Now, as a parent, I get chills more often when I read things like this. I used to get mad when my mom cried when things made her so happy she cried. (Where the Red Fern Grows did it every time). I get it now.Justin Hackworthhttp://www.justinhackworth.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597252.post-89644526679321359922009-04-10T23:44:00.000-06:002009-04-10T23:44:00.000-06:00I think you captured the frustrations and joys of ...I think you captured the frustrations and joys of parenting so well. It is 'great and awful' all rolled into one, but that is what makes it such a powerful experience. I'm glad you were able to give yourself the grace to write this post so truthfully. If only we could all give ourselves the same grace in telling our own stories.Holly-girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05149950801716358081noreply@blogger.com