tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387313653417602858.post3310308930111302428..comments2023-05-02T02:25:02.344-06:00Comments on Nifty Nancy: What is it about mornings?Nancy Campbell Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14913848272555361205noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387313653417602858.post-37859496669642061542011-01-16T16:47:15.082-07:002011-01-16T16:47:15.082-07:00Wow, a month later and I finally see your comment,...Wow, a month later and I finally see your comment, Steph! I'm laughing and commiserating with you. Hugs, and I hope your new year is going to be all things wonderful!Nancy Campbell Allenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14913848272555361205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387313653417602858.post-7071862028951600512010-12-07T13:58:37.188-07:002010-12-07T13:58:37.188-07:00Oh, Nancy you crack me up! My favorite part was G...Oh, Nancy you crack me up! My favorite part was Gunder saying his feet feel weird and you telling him that when he walks, he won’t notice the socks. Ha!<br /><br />The pegging brings back memories…one day Tyler made us miss the school bus because he couldn’t get his pegging just right! Some things just shouldn’t come back in style.<br /><br />And unfortunately, Campbell Crud is all too familiar for me, too. Junior high school was the worst…especially when I had P.E. for first period. Speaking in church gets me every time, too. Makes me gag just thinking about it!<br /><br />Thank you for the good laughs!Stephanie Claynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387313653417602858.post-20266886603003651812010-12-07T12:44:59.862-07:002010-12-07T12:44:59.862-07:00Jeri, glad I could help. :-)Jeri, glad I could help. :-)Nancy Campbell Allenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14913848272555361205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387313653417602858.post-79606591216059021502010-12-06T13:27:23.131-07:002010-12-06T13:27:23.131-07:00Thanks, Nancy! :)Thanks, Nancy! :)Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15138527483626595229noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387313653417602858.post-31024705951184456692010-12-03T14:26:50.059-07:002010-12-03T14:26:50.059-07:00Suddenly my day feels much better.Suddenly my day feels much better.Jerihttp://www.thewritespace.tumblr.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387313653417602858.post-4149745764015683252010-12-02T22:11:57.751-07:002010-12-02T22:11:57.751-07:00Sarah, I bet you would still look amazing in skinn...Sarah, I bet you would still look amazing in skinny jeans!!!Nancy Campbell Allenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14913848272555361205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387313653417602858.post-2341224727854675792010-12-01T13:45:59.587-07:002010-12-01T13:45:59.587-07:00Good thing you have teenagers because I didn't...Good thing you have teenagers because I didn't even know about the boot cut faux pas. I probably should have known that what was popular when I was in high school has long since gone out of style. But even for the sake of style I don't think I will ever own a pair of skinny jeans.<br /><br />Nicole is right; those mornings are far too common!Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15138527483626595229noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387313653417602858.post-45515160581442606112010-12-01T10:53:29.154-07:002010-12-01T10:53:29.154-07:00oh! I bought skinny jeans that I ONLY wear with my...oh! I bought skinny jeans that I ONLY wear with my boots. much more comfy then pegging the old boot cut pantsNicolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15833797880141198887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387313653417602858.post-30631780039544341412010-12-01T10:52:09.423-07:002010-12-01T10:52:09.423-07:00Ben throws up from nerves. On his very first date...Ben throws up from nerves. On his very first date he threw up in the girl's bushes before ringing the doorbell. Bet he is glad I shared that one too!<br /><br />ps I drive my kids to a far away school too when there is a perfectly good busstop practically in my driveway! It is full of kids I almost run over every day backing out of my garage.Nicolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15833797880141198887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387313653417602858.post-55609765489970396232010-11-30T21:27:24.792-07:002010-11-30T21:27:24.792-07:00Jewels, I laughed out loud at your comment! You...Jewels, I laughed out loud at your comment! You're absolutely right, I could be saving myself all kinds of pain. :-D<br /><br />Nicole, it's called Campbell Crud! I bet you didn't even know the gagging has a name. I think some of the McKees get it, too. Have you ever thrown up from nerves? Yeah. Another side effect. :-)Nancy Campbell Allenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14913848272555361205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387313653417602858.post-56618195573236981432010-11-30T17:12:43.820-07:002010-11-30T17:12:43.820-07:00Grrr. Don't you hate those mornings. And are...Grrr. Don't you hate those mornings. And aren't they really more common than not. And I am glad that my cold drink dependency is psychological too. And I love scarves but they make me gag too. So do turtlenecks. Who knew it was from Grandma! Awesome!Nicolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15833797880141198887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387313653417602858.post-72715529278275638162010-11-30T13:56:45.211-07:002010-11-30T13:56:45.211-07:00You could just send Gunder to the school across th...You could just send Gunder to the school across the street from where you live, have you seen that one?, and then you wouldn't have to drive in the cold for such a long time. I'm just kidding. Sorry you had such a morning.Jewelshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11005143526385426970noreply@blogger.com