tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547437486205245818.post6286009481453538366..comments2023-07-14T10:34:53.273-04:00Comments on Down Wit Dat: Golden YearsPsychojenichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02936930614210195529noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547437486205245818.post-77762991754284560242012-07-22T21:23:15.844-04:002012-07-22T21:23:15.844-04:00Great post! Love the video :)Great post! Love the video :)Michellehttp://www.mppdesigns.com/mwac/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547437486205245818.post-66342142029955693332012-07-22T08:11:18.802-04:002012-07-22T08:11:18.802-04:00Like I said in an earlier comment, it shakes you t...Like I said in an earlier comment, it shakes you to your soul. I can imagine how scary that nosebleed would have been. My eldest's first nosebleed was pretty scary and he did not have surgery first (we were watching TV in bed and I looked over at him and he was COVERED in blood). YIKES!<br /><br />I'm glad you like it! To be honest, I was thinking of deep-sixing it... but I think I'll hold onto it for a bit. I'm also thinking of extending it a few days...Psychojenichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02936930614210195529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547437486205245818.post-63232402391322302702012-07-22T08:07:01.364-04:002012-07-22T08:07:01.364-04:00I see and experience all sorts of scary/yucky/trau...I see and experience all sorts of scary/yucky/traumatic things in my work. To this date, nothing (and I mean NOTHING) shakes me to my soul like the idea that one of my kids is sick or hurt. I was so scared/mad at the situation I had to go to another room for a few moments to keep from blowing up at eldest for leaving the paper around. GAH!<br /><br />LOL! It's amazing our take on things. Bask in your rays.Psychojenichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02936930614210195529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547437486205245818.post-35024336019509485002012-07-22T06:29:05.969-04:002012-07-22T06:29:05.969-04:00I'm lucky to be at the stage where I have turn...I'm lucky to be at the stage where I have turned the watchful waiting setting down a few notches, though it is still there, but I remember so clearly the feeling of panic after one of my son's operations on his ears. I went in and found his face and head covered with blood. It turned out he's has a completely unrelated nose bleed (his first though he's had several since) and slept through it - a good thing as even now the sight of even the smallest amount of blood sends him hysterical. The panic though was like a solid thing, which didn't fade for ages even when I knew he was OK. <br /><br />I love the SMILE blog hop theme - thought I'd missed it as I couldn't get on the computer yesterday, and had to dust off an old post, but glad I made it :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6547437486205245818.post-57053846890817603172012-07-21T22:07:44.437-04:002012-07-21T22:07:44.437-04:00Oh how I know those blue lips and tongue. The mome...Oh how I know those blue lips and tongue. The moment I saw those is, was, and will forever (here's to hoping) be my darkest, most scariest moment ever. Ever. Ever. And I've myself come nigh to dying on a couple of occasions. That doesn't even compare.<br /><br />But I also know those rays of light. Those are what make it all worthwhile. <br /><br />The Babe actually picked my nose for me the other day in public and all that was going through my mind was that she was trying to stick her finger in a tiny hole (although I make no assumptions about having tiny nostrils) and SUCCEEDED. Yey! <br /><br />I'm so glad you're lucky. Enjoy!Extranjerahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13972708570414496825noreply@blogger.com