As all bloggers experience, I have hit that nasty bump in the road where NO ONE is commenting. I can't help but feel that everyone is sick of seeing me post about Owen. Look, I am not that interesting people! Therefore I am forced to put my son on parade, whether he is doing something miraculous or not.
I will try to be better. And by better, I don't mean another post about a dream staring Robert Di Niro. (That seemed to be the start of my "comment" drought). So, if you are an avid reader of "Adventures in Owensitting"...hang tight...I may be on a bit of a strike.
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Liz, it was fun to see you for those quick minutes yesterday. Too bad you could not have spent more time here. And FYI, I love to see pictures of Owen and read about what he has been up to. You and Mike too! So don't take to long of a break!
We miss you guys already!
what's funny, is I remember commenting on the post below. I love the rocking chair, and said something witty about reporting you to cps for having owie in the car alone.
regardless, i feel like you are more on a kwame strike. for that, we need to talk. but you don't call back, so guess that's not going to happen.
hugs and kisses, me and the girls. me = the one who has been home since thursday with sick girls.
the girls = owie's first true loves. no matter that he has no doubtedly replaced them.
regardless, hugs.
Okay girl- buck up will ya. You know how computer retarded I am. I just figured out how to post a comment. If you stop posting, I will not know what to do with myself!!
Get over yourself and cross the picket lines already.
*sheesh*
I am over myself...just nothing to blog right now!
Hey Liz, I know that I don't leave comments all the time, but I look every week. Blogging is like my monday morning church. I hope that you are still enjoying Super hot AZ
Liz, I forgot my password so you haven't seen many comments from me but I love the pictures and your "whitty" coments. So, get back on the horse, vacation is over. Love, Mom
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