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When I think of Pilgrims, I think of dorky clothing, shattered illusions and a defeated pizza boy. If you’re thinking something along the lines of “What now, Kristi? More dumbassery, hijinx and single-year shenanigans?” Well, yeah, sortof. I told you that 37 years is a lot of years. Anyway, in case you were wondering, I […]

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by Kristi Campbell

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  • Janine Huldie - I totally was history buff in my youth, but not proud to say I don’t remember all that much about Plymouth Rock or the Pilgrims. Reading your post, I kept thinking, man I just totally cannot recall much about this. So, now that I feel like an idiot and god help me when I do have to help my girls someday with this, because it is just gone and lost in space somewhere for me. But then I again I taught math not history as a teacher!! 🙂November 21, 2013 – 10:12 pmReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Janine,
    Were you really? I was always the NOT history buff. At all. Trust me when I say that Plymouth Rock was less – in every way – than I was expecting. It’s SMALL.November 21, 2013 – 10:15 pmReplyCancel

  • Jean - I felt the same way about the rock when I finally saw it. Is Plymouth Rock a metaphor for adulthood? Cause when I saw it I was 16 and simultaneously put in a dunkin donuts coma from their over abundance in the state. I’ve been in a DD coma ever since I became a working adult.November 21, 2013 – 10:15 pmReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Jean,
    Thank you! It wasn’t just me then? See? They totally wrote the history books wrong.November 21, 2013 – 10:24 pmReplyCancel

  • Sarah | LeftBrainBuddha - I’ve never been to Plymouth Rock – thanks for saving me the trip! Thanks for the smiles, too.November 21, 2013 – 10:56 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Sarah,
      Plymouth Rock was a bummer. The end, and you’re welcome. Thank you for being so awesome 🙂November 21, 2013 – 11:21 pmReplyCancel

  • Out One Ear - Linda Atwell - I did not know Plymouth Rock was that small. My husband probably knows this though since he’s been a history teacher for 32 years. I let him be responsible for knowledge that like you, doesn’t actually pertain to me. 🙂 Happy Thanksgiving to you and your lovely family, Kristi.November 21, 2013 – 11:13 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Linda,
      My husband probably knows, too, but I’m no longer asking, because hello what’s the point! Happy Thanksgiving to you and your amazing family right back, Linda. xoNovember 21, 2013 – 11:22 pmReplyCancel

  • jamie@southmainmuse - That brings back memories of seeing Plymouth Rock for me. I guess I was a teenager. Obviously this was some token stone that they carved the date into. I think they first landed on the hook of Massachusetts. And then went inland to find something less harsh when the weather started turning a bit nippy. Love your illustrations.November 21, 2013 – 11:14 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Jamie,
      For real? So this isn’t The Plymouth Rock? Like it maybe was bigger????November 21, 2013 – 11:23 pmReplyCancel

  • donofalltrades - Hahahaha, that ass sweating pilgrim woman rocks!

    I’ve never seen Plymouth rock because if I ever have time to travel east, it’s going to be towards a beach in the southwest and not to some stupid historical location like your rock. I did see the Alamo in Texas and it was also a total disappointment. Not as small as your rock, but still sort of lame.November 21, 2013 – 11:54 pmReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Don,
    I went for a work trip or I’d never have chosen it, for real. I also saw the whatever it is Custard’s Last Stand in Montana (??) and it sucked ass too. Thanks for getting it.November 22, 2013 – 12:06 amReplyCancel

  • Considerer - Mmmkay, I’m just gonna ask the thing everyone else somehow missed – at what point did you go GINGER?

    Aaaaaaaaaand Plymouth Rock looks like a total let-down. So much so that I’m barely even interested in why it’s important. I assume it’s something to do with something about pilgrims. Google is tooo faaaaaar away. I’d need a sit-down first.

    But that it’s so small and disappointing makes me wonder if it’s a bit like Stonehenge, which is pretty AWESOME AND MAJESTIC in every photo ever of it, and then when I’ve driven past it, looks diddy and really not that big of a deal. So I’ve never gone.November 22, 2013 – 1:55 amReplyCancel

  • Brittnei - Every time I come to your site I’m always literally laughing out loud. 🙂 I bypassed this question but now I’m thinking that I’m glad you chose it because you made this fun. I definitely thought like you did about the Pilgrims and the Puritans. Funny thing is, after you mentioned it, I really had to rethink if I was mistakenly interchanging the two. I had never seen Plymouth Rock before in person, but you are right! That little rock is rather disappointing. I couldn’t wait to find out where the pizza boy fit in. Funny story to look back on and laugh about with a friend. Goodness do I have a ton of those. 🙂November 22, 2013 – 2:58 amReplyCancel

  • The Dose of Reality - How was that rock even noticeable enough to warrant a name? I think I have a bigger rock in my front yard. I snickered at “so drunken frat boys don’t haul it away” INDEED! Hahahahahaha 😀
    Your defeated pizza boy picture made me howl!! LOVE IT!! –LisaNovember 22, 2013 – 6:11 amReplyCancel

  • thedoseofreality - I am DYING laughing at this post!! Oh sweet baby Jesus, your description of Plymouth Rock (because I have seen it, too!) almost made me spew coffee on my keyboard!!-AshleyNovember 22, 2013 – 7:22 amReplyCancel

  • Joy @ i can say mama - Your drawings just kill me!! 🙂November 22, 2013 – 8:02 amReplyCancel

  • Tracie - I remember so clearly the year we got brand new history textbooks that were big on using real photographs in them. The day I reached the Plymouth Rock picture was so very disappointing. I don’t think I’ll ever make the trip to actually see it in person. I have rocks bigger than that in my yard.November 22, 2013 – 8:17 amReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Lizzi Considerer…
    Um, sweets. Maybe they read the line “I don’t know who that girl is wondering the same thing that I did, but I think pretty much everybody is surprised when they see the Real Plymouth Rock.” and didn’t actually miss anything? That girl is not me ;D
    Stonehenge looks tiny? That’s a bummer actually. Figures.November 22, 2013 – 8:53 amReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Brittnei,
    HAHA thanks so much! Glad you got a chuckle!November 22, 2013 – 8:54 amReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Dose girls,
    You rock. Thanks for the excellent comments. I feel all special and warm fuzzy that both of you came by today.November 22, 2013 – 8:55 amReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Joy,
    Thanks for coming by! Hey you never did use the ones I sent you for your story. You should!November 22, 2013 – 8:55 amReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Tracie,
    HAHA to having rocks bigger than that in your yard! A total disappointment for sure!November 22, 2013 – 8:56 amReplyCancel

  • Joy @ i can say mama - Wow, you are right!!! I am such a loser because I forgot it and you carved out time out of your busy schedule to draw them for me…. I will use them, pinky swear, and let you know!! Sorry!! *totally embarrassed now*November 22, 2013 – 9:03 amReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Joy,
    Hey! No worries at all my lovely friend! I forgot about them too until you left that comment! And um. I think it’s fairly obvious that they didn’t take very long 😉
    Please don’t be embarrassed!!!November 22, 2013 – 9:07 amReplyCancel

  • Lisa @ Golden Spoons - Ha!Ha!Ha! Never actually been to Plymouth Rock, but agree it appears very disappointing. Funny story -last night my first grader was telling me all they had learned about the Mayflower in school that day. You know what her biggest factoid was? Some kid had asked how they went to the bathroom on the ship because they were on the ship for so long. Apparently, they had a discussion about not having running water back then and using a pot to poo in. That was her big take away front the lesson – they pooped in a pot and threw it in the ocean!! Then, she said they had to draw a picture about what they learned. I said “please tell me you didn’t draw a picture of someone using the poop pot!” She said that she knew that was inappropriate (thank goodness!) so she just drew a picture of herself on the ship being bored! 🙂November 22, 2013 – 9:18 amReplyCancel

  • Emily - You had me at the pilgrim drawing and plymouth rock — up until I read your post, I had no idea that rock was so lame either!!November 22, 2013 – 9:25 amReplyCancel

  • Dana - Is it possible that Plymouth rock was huge and the pilgrims chiseled it away to build houses or something? What a letdown. And no pizza to boot. Props to you for doing the pilgrim prompt – you entertained me and educated me at the same time. Well done!November 22, 2013 – 10:18 amReplyCancel

  • Jessica Smock - Your drawings are amazing! As an English and history teacher around Boston, I’ve been on countless field trips to Plymouth Rock. Let me tell you: the children share your disappointment. I can’t tell you how many times I heard, “This is it??” I’ve also been on field trips to the replica ship from the Boston Tea Party. The kids thinks it’s lame that it’s so small. Actually, nearly every colonial field trip is met with pretty much the same response.November 22, 2013 – 10:20 amReplyCancel

  • Sarah - Well, I didn’t even know Plymouth Rock was preserved. It IS disappointing.November 22, 2013 – 10:22 amReplyCancel

  • Tamara - But..but… We didn’t land on Plymouth Rock! Plymouth Rock landed on US!
    Well. I guess that wouldn’t be much of a problem, since Plymouth Rock is a mere pebble. I agree – thanks for saving me the trip!November 22, 2013 – 10:34 amReplyCancel

  • Kelly McKenzie - Whoa you and Jen are so lucky. That parking lot combined with the extremely unfortunate reality that is Plymouth Rock could have really done you in. How you ever managed to cope is beyond me. Just the size of that parking lot would have done me in. I can totally relate. Love that you covered the Pilgrim angle as well. Heading over to Google now to check out the difference between those Pilgrims and Puritans …November 22, 2013 – 10:46 amReplyCancel

  • Real Life Parenting - This post cracked me up. No pizza exchange coupons after getting lost in a parking lot … best pilgrim story ever!! lolNovember 22, 2013 – 11:32 amReplyCancel

  • Chris at Hye Thyme Cafe - OK, so your post was totally funny, with the illustrations, etc., but yup, mine included how absolutely disappointed I was at seeing the Plymouth Rock and how small it is – right up there with seeing the Hope Diamond for the first time. 🙁November 22, 2013 – 11:33 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Chris,
      Yes, seeing Plymouth Rock for the first time was SO disappointing! I love that we both wrote about the same thing!
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      Katia,
      Aw. Thanks, love! You’re the bestest.
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      NBTB,
      I did a euphemism? Huh. 😉
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      Jesscia,
      I haven’t been to the aquarium in Boston but LOVE aquariums. I’ll have to remember that!
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      April,
      Yes, check it off your list. And yeah, poor pizza guy. But also poor me for not getting to eat free pizza.
      —November 22, 2013 – 3:14 pmReplyCancel

  • Katia - You know? This was one of my favourites by you. The illustrations? The simplicity, the humour? So gripping! You are SO talented, my friend.November 22, 2013 – 11:36 amReplyCancel

  • nothingbythebook - Nice work with the euphemism.November 22, 2013 – 12:55 pmReplyCancel

  • Jessica - I remember going to see Plymouth Rock at some point in elementary school. I was really disappointed, too. You’re better off going to the Museum of Science or aquarium in Boston. Much cooler.November 22, 2013 – 1:11 pmReplyCancel

  • April - I’m not sure why, Kristi, but I never thought about the “Rock” behind Plymouth Rock, yet when I read it, I also though it would be something memorable to see. I guess I’ll check that off my list for when I come visit the area. Poor pizza guy!November 22, 2013 – 1:31 pmReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Lisa,
    HAHAHA I was actually thinking the same thing about “ew, I bet they threw it in the ocean! Gross!” I’m glad she didn’t draw a picture of that (I totally would have. In fact, can I?). Thanks so much for the funny story!November 22, 2013 – 3:04 pmReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Emily,
    Yup. It is totally lame. Unbelievably lame.
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    Dana,
    Hey! Maybe so! I hadn’t thought about it like that before. Huh. I am not Googling this. I’m not Googling this. I’m not.November 22, 2013 – 3:05 pmReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Jessica,
    That must have been a bit of a bummer, actually. Taking a bunch of kids on a field trip to learn something – they’re overly excited to be doing something new and different and then see dumb old Plymouth Rock. Sigh.
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    Sarah,
    Doesn’t it sortof make you wonder WHY it’s preserved, now? Huh.
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    Tamara,
    You’re welcome! Happy to have been of service. Although you could probably take a really cool photo of it and make it look more impressive than it is. So there’s that.
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    Kelly,
    HAHA thanks for understanding how navigating the parking lot was too much for two girls at night!
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    Real Life Parenting,
    HA Thanks, friend! No pizza for me! He didn’t get anything either though. Jerk! (him, not you).November 22, 2013 – 3:09 pmReplyCancel

  • Stephanie @ Mommy, for Real. - Oh my GOD, these are some of my favorite pictures from you ever!!! This made me laugh myself silly, which is a hard prospect, considering how whiny, sick, tired, and crabby I am. Thank you for making my day. Wish I could hug you!November 22, 2013 – 3:45 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Stephanie,
      So glad I made you laugh but sorry to hear that you’ve been sick and tired recently. Hope you feel better, so soon! (sick here, too, and it blows)
      —Lizzi,
      mmm hmmm….
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      Kenya,
      OMG sorry that Christopher saw it and realized he saw a bad word 🙁 but also glad that you enjoyed the pre-spanx spanx feeling because EW.
      I know! I think they did say that they landed on it. Like it was big…
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      Chirs,HAHA to pizza exchanges and sweaty asses, my friend. Thanks for telling me that I’m not alone in the parking lot fiasco.
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      Natlie,
      Xo and thanks for getting it. Plymouth Rock – true stuff.November 23, 2013 – 1:07 amReplyCancel

  • Considerer - I guess that COULD be it…

    😉

    Yeah, ‘henge is a rip-off. Totally over-hyped.November 22, 2013 – 4:28 pmReplyCancel

  • Stephanie @ Life, Unexpectedly - Oh dear, you got lost on a parking lot? How funny, I haven’t been that drunk yet, I guess.. Or never had to look for my hotel when I was deadly drunk 😉November 22, 2013 – 4:35 pmReplyCancel

  • Kenya G. Johnson - Christopher looked over my shoulder when I laughed. I was here earlier and then he says, “Wait did I just see a bad word?” He was supposed to be doing his spelling homework. LOL!

    Anyway… now I’m back, he’s outside. The first thing I laughed at was imagining that your pilgrim lady had spanks on when she said that.

    Okay really to Plymouth rock? Wasn’t there some reference to landing on it? Sadly I don’t know my history very well. I hated it. Now I read non-fiction like a nerd.

    Side note: I’m not getting ready to order pizza.November 22, 2013 – 4:49 pmReplyCancel

  • Chris Carter - Oh you are just SO FREAKING FUNNY!!! I laughed SO hard at all of this!! I would TOTALLY have a sweaty ass too… and ahem, I believe I have gotten lost in the parking lot similar to that one… and um… perhaps I have had a few exchanges for pizza as well.

    😉

    Girlfriend- been there done ALL of that!!! lol WAIT- I haven’t done the pilgrim thing… never. Thank God.November 22, 2013 – 4:58 pmReplyCancel

  • Natalie - The Cat Lady Sings - I heard that about Plymouth Rock! WTH???
    Lol, anyway, I love your pilgrim free-association. 🙂November 22, 2013 – 7:27 pmReplyCancel

  • Lisa Forever Five Blog - Getting lost in the parking lot is such a carefree, the-sky-is-the-limit kind of thing to do. I LOVE that I too have been lost in a parking lot (or a few?). The drunk moment(s) when I was actually lost were so-so, but the story is always GREAT (as your story here confirms)! Now that I have 3 kids, I constantly lose my car but I’m always sober when it happens now. And the kids don’t seem that impressed as we wander from block to block searching for our car because mommy can’t remember where she parked:/.November 22, 2013 – 8:16 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Lisa,
      You’re so right that it is such a carefree thing that never happens once we have kids!!! Also yes, the stories are always better told later. Especially when reflected on the next day…hungover or ugly.
      —
      Bianca,
      I prefer the majestic interpretation as well!
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      Jen,
      Poor pizza guy. You probably know so much more about Thanksgiving than I do with homeschooling!!! So much more. TTTx10November 23, 2013 – 1:09 amReplyCancel

  • Bianca @ Track Pants and a Tot - Had NO idea plymouth rock was so dinky! I prefer your majestic interpretation!November 22, 2013 – 9:56 pmReplyCancel

  • JenKehl - My Skewed View - I love you for how funny you can make things. Poor pizza guy…
    The history of Thanksgiving has been quite a big thing at our house since homeschooling. Meanwhile I think I have learned more in the past two years about Thanksgiving then I did the 41 leading up to it. The history really is fascinating.November 22, 2013 – 10:26 pmReplyCancel

  • Lizzy - Muddle-Headed Mamma - Would you believe I never learnt about Plymouth Rock at school at all? That might have something to do with being Australian, I guess. I was surprised when I finally saw a picture of it too .. I was expecting a giant monolith. Love the pizza boy story. They say there’s no such thing as a free lunch. Guess there’s no such thing as free pizza either! 🙂November 23, 2013 – 1:50 amReplyCancel

  • Shay - This whole post made me laugh out loud! Is that really Plymouth Rock? And I once dated this guy who took me on a trip to Vegas. I remember telling my boss, “He’s giving me a free trip to Vegas!” and my boss going, “Oh, Shay. It’s not going to be free.” I laughed so hard, but this was seriously a nice guy. I did end up skanking out with him, though…it’s just who I was back then. HahaNovember 23, 2013 – 10:55 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Lizzy,
      It actually makes sense that you never learned about Plymouth Rock at all. No free pizza is a bummer, no?
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      Shay,
      YES! That’s really it!!!
      HAHA to your Vegas trip! What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? I love Vegas by the way…
      —November 23, 2013 – 3:17 pmReplyCancel

  • Lisa @ The Meaning of Me - I absolutely love your Pilgrim clothing drawing – yes, I’d say that’s about right. And Plymouth Rock is indeed a pretty big letdown. I always thought it was big like the old insurance commercial with “get a piece of the rock” in the jingle. But that was the rock of Gibraltar, not Plymouth Rock. So not the same. But still.November 23, 2013 – 3:57 pmReplyCancel

  • Beth Teliho - Your drawings are the BOMB! I LOVE lady pilgrims with sweaty asses – LOL. I laughed so many times at this. Can’t wait to see your TToT.

    I remember zero. Zilch. Nada from history. I recall phrases like Plymouth rock, but I assumed that was a euphemism for the blue balls they had after they got off the ship after all those months.
    har har har

    poor pizza boys and their dashed dreams….November 23, 2013 – 5:14 pmReplyCancel

  • Menopausal Mother - Kristi, I just love, love, LOVE your posts! PLEASE tell me you are considering putting some sort of book together with your posts and illustrations! I swear, every time I come over here for a read, I laugh like a maniac and my husband thinks I’ve overdosed on my Prozac. Another awesome post, my friend!November 23, 2013 – 6:01 pmReplyCancel

  • Alexa - I was just as astonished when I saw Plymouth Rock for the first time. I mean, how on earth did that even catch their attention enough to name it??? And I have to say, I am really glad fashion styles have changed!November 25, 2013 – 10:19 amReplyCancel

  • Rachel - I think my family were Pilgrims, which explains quite a lot and not in a good way. Also, I want pizza now.November 25, 2013 – 2:06 pmReplyCancel

  • Mike - Your pictures always make me smile or crack up! But, Pilgrims with eyes like those shadowy creatures from the movie “Ghost”??! Please tell me a rough day for you isn’t having to man a golf tournament very often (dripping with sarcasm lol)? I haven’t been to a bar in forever. Does that pizza gig work on girls, Kristi?? Maybe I should make some of my food porn from home. Take it, along with Phoenix, and go cruise the bar scene! I’m soooo with you on Plymouth Rock. I still take the stance that it shrunk over time 🙂February 6, 2014 – 12:29 amReplyCancel

The short answer to the question “Is it ever okay to cheat?” is no. But there are worse cheating digressions than others, certainly. There’s the obviously obvious. Such as, you know. Don’t cheat on your spouse. If this song means a little too much to you? Then you need to maybe rethink your life. Or […]

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  • Considerer - Awwwwwwwh I completely adore this. Your taste in music (or, the music you find for these hops) is so fun(ny). And no *shakes head and looks innocent* I’d never stay up all night with a lovely blonde stranger…

    Also LOVE that you got caught out in your attempt to cheat him out of a story. You meanie-pants! :p Bless your boots for trying though – the same story a hundred times is hard work!November 19, 2013 – 2:20 amReplyCancel

  • Misty - if i could talk to the teenage me, i’d tell her to grow up and be more like kristi than misty. your life experiences have been way cooler than mine! and the cheating stuff was funny, too. it’s so not fair when the kids realize you’re skipping pages!November 19, 2013 – 5:28 amReplyCancel

  • Kathy at kissing the frog - You’re only cheating yourself when you cheat on your diet, so I guess that’s okay. I skipped many pages last night while reading, too. But to be fair, my reading partner was two and extremely tired and crabby, so I think that’s fair, too.November 19, 2013 – 6:42 amReplyCancel

  • Dream - When my son was young, I definitely did the book cheating as well. Its okay, I read it in the mommy manual. Really.November 19, 2013 – 7:39 amReplyCancel

  • Janine Huldie - Totally guilty of the book cheating here. I mean one could only read so much Pinkalicious and Sophia lately before succumbing to this. And yes sadly I have been caught a few times now, too!! 🙂November 19, 2013 – 7:44 amReplyCancel

  • Kerith Stull - When you cheat, you mostly just cheat yourself. The guilt is usually overwhelming. No matter who finds out, you know. What you do becomes part of your character. Do you really want THAT to be part of your character???November 19, 2013 – 8:16 amReplyCancel

  • Emily - Ah yes, I’ve done the page skipping trick a few times when the boys were younger…now, I only read to my Little Dude and yeah, I can’t get away with that one anymore. As for the “quick cheat” on the college boyfriend to make him jealous and/or get back at him — yes, I have definitely done that one and I agree, does not count as cheating! They were asking for that kind of behavior from us as far as I’m concerned.November 19, 2013 – 9:23 amReplyCancel

  • JenKehl - My Skewed View - One more reason we should have been friends in high school, I never would have done that. Actually I was usually the you in those situations.
    You are funny. Always. And also I love how honestly funny you are.
    I skip pages too sometimes, and mine is 8. So, no worries there.November 19, 2013 – 9:50 amReplyCancel

  • Kerri @ undiagnosed but okay - Jimmy Buffett? Oh my you are my friend!!! Love starting my day with him even if it is about cheating or that it is okay to cheat as long as you don’t get caught by your 4YO or your parents or your……November 19, 2013 – 9:57 amReplyCancel

  • Dana - The nacho-elevator scenario was my favorite, which tells you something about my sophistication level. I’ve done the skipping pages thing too – I could only read Amelia Bedelia so many times.November 19, 2013 – 9:59 amReplyCancel

  • Kelly McKenzie - Clever you. Love both the way you cheated on the topic and how you cheated, I mean, “adapted” on the reading of the book front. I can’t recall cheating recently however I do confess “The Cat In the Hat” was often not read in its true form. Can you say skip pages 11 thru 26?November 19, 2013 – 10:47 amReplyCancel

  • Linda Roy - Kristi, you had me laughing so hard at the book thing. We all do it, don’t we? And dangit, they eventually call us on that shit!November 19, 2013 – 10:55 amReplyCancel

  • Tamara - That is so funny because I tried that the other day, but couldn’t actually go through with it. I thought about it only.
    My daughter has this wicked long book about Snow White’s side of the story, and then you flip the book upside down and it has the Evil Queen’s side of the story. You’re supposed to find sympathy for her. Anyway. It’s long.
    I’m glad I didn’t do it because she would have called me out on it too. No doubt.November 19, 2013 – 11:58 amReplyCancel

  • Amy - Funny Is Family - My examples of cheating sure have changed if the only recent examples I can think of are diet and book cheating. Thank goodness!November 19, 2013 – 12:31 pmReplyCancel

  • Kenya G. Johnson - I shared a story with you via twitter. You totally had me cracking up at nachos. I’m sure I never did that on an aisle at Walmart after having a frou frou drink at Starbucks.November 19, 2013 – 1:31 pmReplyCancel

  • Lance - So, what are you trying to say, Kristi? Just spit it out. Don’t beat around the bush.November 19, 2013 – 1:40 pmReplyCancel

  • donofalltrades - Skipping pages when reading to the kids is the bomb! No way that’s cheating when it’s late and they’re lucky to be getting a story.

    What I like to do instead a lot is, instead of a book story, I tell stories about my shitty day or about my past life or sometimes, I just recite lists of all the shit I’d buy or do if they’d never been born. They love those made up ones best I find.November 19, 2013 – 1:48 pmReplyCancel

  • Kari - I totally remember trying to skip pages when reading to my kids. Sometimes they called me on it and sometimes they didn’t notice, but… ack! am I bad mom for admitting that I hated reading to my kids? Mind.Numbing. Yawn.Inducing. I knew the value in it, yet, I still just did not like it. Glad to know I’m not the only who ‘cheated’November 19, 2013 – 4:31 pmReplyCancel

  • clark - say what?

    you and Jen totally get props for this week’s theme…in fact, I mentioned at someone’s Post that I thought it should be a multi-week theme next year.

    (god..we really were that…adventurous, reckless, impetuous (oh baby keep it up! lol) wild at heart?
    I love reading your blog, it’s everything blogs ever hoped to be: insights into the person we almost were, might have been, they are links to people who we either would have been afraid to be friends with or intimidated by (subtle difference, but still there).

    I will stop typing now.
    ciaoNovember 19, 2013 – 4:33 pmReplyCancel

  • Yvonne - When my kids were wee I regularly skipped pages or sometimes just words. Like you found though, it often didn’t didn’t pay me – largely because I’d be so busy trying to work out which bit to read so it all made sense that I’d get all tongue-tied or forget where I was and have to start all over again.
    And then, often they knew the stories by heart anyway… sounds like Tucker is the same. You certainly can’t get away with it then.November 19, 2013 – 4:56 pmReplyCancel

  • Angel The Alien - I like how you pointed out all of the different meanings of cheating! There sure are a lot of ways to cheat! But winners never cheat, and cheaters never win. Or is that quitters? Quitters never cheat? I’m confusing myself!November 19, 2013 – 5:24 pmReplyCancel

  • Considerer - Also, somehow didn’t mention it earlier, but shall glory now, having seen everyone else write you nice messages – I GOT FIRST COMMENT, BABY, YEAH! 😉 *punches the air*November 19, 2013 – 5:45 pmReplyCancel

  • Marcy - Carol sounds dreadful, and I give you a pass on some of your other examples.November 19, 2013 – 6:28 pmReplyCancel

  • Linda Atwell - Out One Ear - Oh Kristi–I’ve done the cheating reading thing with my kids when they were little. If they caught me, I just told them the pages stuck together. So I not only cheated, I lied about cheating. I’m bad. Really, really bad. I didn’t feel bad at the time though. I felt justified because I was in a hurry, tired, needed to get other things done, etc., etc., etc.. But when it comes down to it, don’t cheaters justify their actions. We can all do better but I do agree, there are certain kinds of cheating that are probably better than others.

    Oh. And I cheat on diets all the time. Even though I promise myself I won’t. Then I do anyway. It’s a vicious cycle. 🙂

    Happy to be back in the country and reading your work. And I was too tardy to get into the group Ten Things of Thankful. I had it written on Sunday, but had computer issues and didn’t finish it until today. So I still published independently. Hope that is ok?November 19, 2013 – 6:32 pmReplyCancel

  • Brittnei - I had to come over and read this. I laughed out loud several times! You’re right! Cheating is never good but you made some kinds seem funny. Like the incident with the nachos or with your sweet 4 year old! Haha! Sounds like a fun linkup!November 19, 2013 – 6:58 pmReplyCancel

  • Real Life Parenting - I’m so, so guilty of the book reading cheat … especially on The Magic School Bus books. They’re awesome and packed full of cool info, but they’re PACKED full of info. Can’t do it all!!November 19, 2013 – 7:14 pmReplyCancel

  • Katia - Guess what, loved it! I love those glimpses into your life and how you always tie Tucker in. I am absolutely guilty of the book-page cheating. In fact I’ve called upon this technique many a-time and it sometimes failed me but usually not. This is definitely good cheating. And I love what you do.November 19, 2013 – 7:26 pmReplyCancel

  • Beth Teliho - deliciously fun post! I cheat in all the ways you listed, a lot, except the hot Columbian way. Not that I don’t have a similar story from back in the pre-marriage days….but not a hot Columbian. More like….well, maybe I should stop talking actually. But if you and I are ever together IRL, give me a glass of wine and then remind me to tell you THAT story.November 19, 2013 – 8:40 pmReplyCancel

  • Louise - Sometimes, when I’m really tired, instead of reading a book, I let my 4-year-old watch the Barbie Popstar video on my IPhone a few times in bed before going to sleep. That tends to work better than trying to skip a few pages here and there. Although I acknowledge it’s likely even a bigger cop out. Ah well.

    I like what you did with the post this week.November 19, 2013 – 9:45 pmReplyCancel

  • Mama C. - Dear God, Kristi, I needed a good laugh this evening, and you gave me one with this: “…stinking it up when you know that it was you, and your last-night-nachos.” I laughed so hard I nearly woke up DD after trying EVERYTHING to get her little butt to fall asleep…

    But then I did a 180 and nearly cried when you talked about cheating on a diet…because that is precisely what I am doing now by way of THREE HUGE HANDFULLS of Reese’s miniatures. (Sigh) They are my proverbial downfall. 🙁November 19, 2013 – 10:46 pmReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Considerer,
    Well yes. Stories about rockets and astronauts are lovely but boring during the first-go-round when you’re you know, not four. I do agree that I suck for not reveling in them for HIM though. Because he loves them. We just need to find a way to love them before 9pm.
    —
    Misty!
    NO!! Be Misty! And I love that our names rhyme! Be Misty. Kristi was a bit of an ass.
    —-
    Kathy,
    Sometimes, cheating ourselves is worse, right? I mean the diet thing? We just feel bad about US and nobody can even use it against us! And yeah. the book skipping thing. Sigh.
    —
    Dream,
    There’s a mommy manual??? ? DO PLEASE SHARE asap!!!
    —
    Janine,
    Well yes. We would maybe possibly go insane otherwise, yes???
    —November 20, 2013 – 12:51 amReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Kerith,
    No, I don’t but try to forgive my stupider younger self…
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    Emily,
    HAHAH to the quick cheat! Yay that you get it! I agree. not really cheating!!!
    —
    Jen,
    I wish we were friends in high school. And good to know that it’s still okay to skip pages at age 8!!
    —
    Kerri,
    We will see Jimmy in concert one day. maybe on the Cape. Or wait. He’s not dead yet, right????
    —-
    Dana,
    nachos are their own life force and the create situations we may not be proud of. But those moments are real, my friend. Real.
    —
    Kelly,
    You’re the first to notice I cheated on the whole topic! I think You get a prize!!!
    —
    Linda, YES they call us on it.
    What’s up with that???
    Disrespectful, really….November 20, 2013 – 12:56 amReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Tamara,
    You’re obviously a much better person and mother than I am. Because I went through with it. And probably will again…
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    Amy,
    Diet cheating is not free, friend. But yeah, did it again an hour ago. And again like 30 minutes ago. It’s also 1am which compounds the cheating guilt ugliness….
    —
    Kenya!!
    I loved the story you shared on Twitter!!! Thanks for making me feel less alone in the whole skipping pages thing!
    —
    Lance,
    Hm. I may be conflicted. What is cheating, anyway???
    —-
    Don,
    I like the idea of telling real-life stories!! Tucker’s not there yet but dude, I’m all over that when he is!!!
    —
    Kari,
    thanks, you. I’m not alone. And neither are you…November 20, 2013 – 1:01 amReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Clark,
    I adore you, you weirdo. I think we totally get one another. I mean, we could almost trade messages a million times over yes? Thanks, you…so much. I feel the same.
    —
    Yvonne,
    Yes, Tucker knows the whole boring book by heart. I blame his father. Thanks for letting me know that you used to do the same!!!
    —-
    Angel,
    Wait, is it quitters never win? Or cheaters never win? I think there are sayings for both and now they are both beyond me…huh.
    —
    Considerer Lizzi,
    Yes, yes you were. First you were.
    —
    Marcy,
    Thanks for the pass!
    mwah for that 🙂
    —
    Linda,
    I’m so glad you’re back!!! Your trip sounds amazing although I’m still confused as to why that scorpion doesn’t look more smushed in that photo!! Yikes!!! And maybe all moms skip pages?? It seems to be a common thing here. It’s like playing. We know it matters and we love it when it’s working but as moms? It’s also boring at times…
    —
    Brittnei,
    HAHA thanks for realating to it!! Should I assume you’ve had similar elevator experiences?? 😉
    —
    Real Life Parenting,
    Those PACKED books are the worst. This one is sortof like that. Lots of spaceships and astronauts. Sigh. I mean interesting. If you’re four.
    —
    Katia,
    I love what you do, too. And thanks for getting it, my friend!!!
    —November 20, 2013 – 1:10 amReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Beth Teliho.

    Finally, eh? Thanks for coming back and for telling me that this pain in the ass comment system that isn’t nested, is awkward and ugly is still worth utilizing. I appreciate that. And OMG no hot Columbian but an equally awesome story that can only be bribed to get with wine and IRL? I’m there friend! Name the time and the place! Or, spill it and tell me now??? Because of course, I’m dying to know.

    —-

    Louise,
    Yeah. I do the ipad and iphone here, too. Lamer than the book cheating but sometimes? We do what we must!

    —

    Mama C,
    So glad to have given you a laugh tonight!! So sorry that it was rough putting DD down and that you so much needed it. But remember, you’re doing it all just fine. Just perfectly perfect. Also Reece’s or however you spell it are evil and it’s SO not your fault.November 20, 2013 – 1:15 amReplyCancel

  • Beth teliho - *snort* I’m sorry! Your comment system does suck and I officially excuse you from ever replying to a comment of mine again, and yes, I’ll still comment like a mofo cuz I wanna and I heart you. If I ever say anything compelling (yeah right) just mention it next time you’re on my blog.

    Oh, and THAT story cannot be floating around the blogosphere. Ever. I have children. It’s that bad/good.November 20, 2013 – 1:36 amReplyCancel

  • Katherine - cheating in a relationship is definitely not okay! it will never be okay in my book. one strike, he’s out.

    but i do cheat. i cheat on recipes even if i don’t intend to! 🙂 i always end up tweaking it or skipping an instruction.November 20, 2013 – 5:42 amReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Beth,
    HAHA. I could have replied to each individually like this but they’d still be down here and I think that makes it look like I’m just trying to look like I have more comments. My theme is supposed to release nested comments in January.
    And now I REALLY wanna know that story!!November 20, 2013 – 8:12 amReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Katherine,
    I’ve actually found that cheating on recipes usually makes them better!!!November 20, 2013 – 8:13 amReplyCancel

  • A Morning Grouch - I used to write about my nacho obsession all the time. Haven’t in awhile, though the nacho obsession still holds true.

    You and the hot Columbian I would definitely NOT count as cheating! THe book page skipping is one that I think most parents are guilty of – just sucks to be caught!November 20, 2013 – 11:15 amReplyCancel

  • Stephanie @ Mommy, for Real. - I plead the fifth.

    Also- I don’t go on diets, so my cookie habit is never actually cheating. And I cheat my kids all the time. Mostly I don’t feel bad about it, because I am a selfish jerk. I used to skip pages all the time, BTW. Now my oldest can read, so the jig is up. I loved your reading pictures- so awesome and funny.

    P.S. I’ve been up all night with sick, coughing kid who has an ear infection. Sorry if this comment is incoherent drivel.November 20, 2013 – 5:10 pmReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - A morning grouch,
    Nacho obsession. MMM. For real. Glad you agreed that the Columbian wasn’t cheating!!! 🙂November 20, 2013 – 10:47 pmReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Stephanie,
    My kid has been up as well and it seems I have it too. So your comment? Perfectly coherent and lovely. I’m a selfish jerk too!November 20, 2013 – 10:48 pmReplyCancel

  • April - A book cheat is on a cheat if you get caught, right? Great post, Kristi! I’ve been eating-cheating the last couple of days. I didn’t do the grocery shopping or the cooking, and who am I to refuse someone else’s cooking? It’s just rude. And it’s not nice to be rude. LOL!

    Thanks for sharing and linking up with Countdown in Style! Don’t forget to come back on Friday to see if you were featured!

    ~~April~~
    100lbCountdown.comNovember 21, 2013 – 4:30 pmReplyCancel

  • Rachel - Yes, I’ve cheated. I’ve skipped a few pages in a few books. And I don’t even have the sick excuse!November 25, 2013 – 2:15 pmReplyCancel

  • Michelle - I say you get a pass on the book…I think a lot of us have done that. In general no, I don’t think cheating is ok. It bugs me to no end. But then again, some things are worse than others….November 27, 2013 – 11:13 amReplyCancel

  • Mike - This was great! Too funny on kids noticing the smallest details right? Your drawings rock (again). I recently cheated by grabbing Phoenix’s leash to coax him inside because he refused to come in. I had to go to work and he was not cooperating. So, I pretended that we were going for a walk. It worked but I felt guilty as I looked at his disappointment when he came running in with excitement and anticipation. Good post, Kristi 🙂February 2, 2014 – 11:48 amReplyCancel

Hi friends! Today, I’m going to tell you about answering machines in the 80’s, Ghetto DIY, and other thankful things. Some of the other thankful things include that my amazing friend Rachel, from Tao of Poop wrote a great post. Then, she reached out and asked me for some drawings to go along with it. […]

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  • jamie@southmainmuse - Thanks for the answering machine flashback. Who didn’t sit there and listen to the message before answering. It kind of makes me miss those days….and congrats on your blog being recognized. Woo.November 17, 2013 – 5:57 pmReplyCancel

  • meeshie - The best thing about those answering machines was being young enough that it wouldn’t impact my future when I put dumb crap on it. 😉

    I had one message that told everyone I had been abducted by aliens and I think my husband had one that offered sex to anyone who called when he was a teen. lolNovember 17, 2013 – 6:26 pmReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Jamie,
    Kindof makes me want an old-school answering machine, too! I miss those days as well…
    —
    Meeshie,
    HAHA to it not impacting our futures! Good point and one that I hadn’t thought of! Love the aliens one and the one that your husband put up as a teen! Awesome.
    —November 17, 2013 – 6:43 pmReplyCancel

  • Considerer - You have been round and about this week, and it’s lovely that people are sharing your words and your particular brand of crazy-awesome (those outtakes! oy!) and I’m so happy that you got chosen as one of Julie’s ‘must-reads’ – that’s very cool 🙂

    The answer machine and I are NOT friends. Nor are voicemail and I. Once upon a time (before I figured out how to turn off the voicemail option), mine said “Please don’t leave a message, because I’ll never listen to it – just ring me again”

    My dad taught me a very important lesson which has stuck – the phone is for MY convenience – not yours. And I have no problem sticking it on silent and letting people drive themselves crazy being unable to get hold of me. Because they’ll get me in the end, if it matters enough.

    And if they can’t get hold of me and I’ve not showed up, well – the police or the hospital will let them know if something terrible’s happened.

    I’m a callous, non-phone-liking person, and I love your bitchy message 😉November 17, 2013 – 6:44 pmReplyCancel

  • Kate - I totally wish I had that sewing gene! I am a DIY fail!!November 17, 2013 – 6:57 pmReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Considerer,
    Crazy awesome is good. Um. right??? I love the “I’ll never listen to it – just ring me again” message. That’s perfect!! The lesson that the phone is for our own convenience and nobody else’s is priceless!
    —
    Kate,
    Me too. Sigh.
    —November 17, 2013 – 7:19 pmReplyCancel

  • Angel The Alien - I remember when answering machines first came out… my uncle was the first in the family to get one, and when we were having some family gathering at my grandparents’ house, we all took turns calling his phone number so we could listen to the message!November 17, 2013 – 7:40 pmReplyCancel

  • Jennifer Hall - You know what I’m thankful for? That I’m not the only one OLD ENOUGH to remember those answering machines! LOLNovember 17, 2013 – 7:54 pmReplyCancel

  • Sarah - Listen, you know what I think is more memorable than answering machines of the 80s? It’s that we used to rent VCRs. Or, was that just in our little corner of SE TX? Seriously, our children will gape open-mouthed when they realize that someday.
    Love, love, LOVE Pete the Cat. My button, my button, still got my belly button!November 17, 2013 – 8:38 pmReplyCancel

  • Tamara - Ah, I miss the old answering machine days. I shared one with my sister and we would make a whole night out of getting it right. It had to have the right song and both of us had to sound so amazingly cool and mature.
    Needless to say, we still couldn’t get it right to this day if we tried.
    If we tried.
    And what’s this? Everyone is realizing how amazing you are all at once? That’s how it works, right?November 17, 2013 – 8:53 pmReplyCancel

  • Rachel - I am so honored to have your fine creativity on my blog and to be included here with such fine company as Jennifer Hall and 80’s answering machines! Danke!November 17, 2013 – 8:53 pmReplyCancel

  • christine - Thank you for reminding me to update my answering machine message.
    Yes…we still have an answering machine. Sit down for the next part. We still watch movies on a VCR. We do, though, have remote controls.

    Yay to HerStories!!! I can’t wait!November 17, 2013 – 9:26 pmReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Angel Alien,
    That sounds like a blast!
    —
    Jennifer,
    HAHAH me too!
    —
    Sarah,
    I used to rent VCR’s too. I remember going to Blockbuster a LOT!!!
    —
    Tamara,
    I’ll bet you two were adorable doing your messages!
    —
    Rachel.
    Ditto, friend. Thanks for hosting my stupid-looking drawings.
    —
    Christine,
    FOR REAL??? I’m so jealous!! I want to record the message!!!November 17, 2013 – 10:04 pmReplyCancel

  • Stephanie @ Mommy, for Real. - You’ve had such a great week! I am heading over to see your post at Rachel’s now- can I book you next?! Please!

    Also- I totally miss recording clever answering machine messages with my roommates. We were SO cool. Congrats on such a great week, and thanks for the HerStories shout-out! We are getting really close…November 17, 2013 – 10:49 pmReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Steph,
    YES! I think I told you like a billion months ago that you were next. It just took me stupid ages to get Rachel hers!! And OMG on the whole answering machines thing!!!November 17, 2013 – 11:11 pmReplyCancel

  • Emily - I will admit I am jealous of your shout-out by Julie…but congrats, you deserve it! And as for that answering machine message, love it! I may put that as my new cell phone voice mail message…November 18, 2013 – 9:49 amReplyCancel

  • don - Your friend’s cartoon ass was totally hot stuff! G$ used to be pretty adept at pulling the shirts of women who wanted to hold him (which was everyone because he’s always been handsome as fuck), down until boobage could be seen! He’s a boob man and he rocked at getting those things out! ahem, anyway.

    Yes, answering machines ruled back then, except for when your dumb ass pressed the playback button while your new lady visitor was there and your current girlfriend’s message was all “where were you tonight and you’re such a dick’ and what not. Crazy ladies…November 18, 2013 – 10:09 amReplyCancel

  • Bianca @ Track Pants and a Tot - You definitely got the old school answering machines down! I swear you drew the exact model my aunt had! Hope you join you guys on your next 10 thankful things.November 18, 2013 – 10:54 amReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Emily,
    I actually felt a little bit douchy bragging about Julie including me but honestly, I was shocked and so happy! HAHA to using that on your cell’s voice mail message! I’d do it too but people that I don’t call back might get on to me….
    —
    Don,
    Thanks. It’s easier to draw a hot ass than to have one. Love that G$ used to expose all the boobies. Smart kid. Yeah, having the new lady listen to the just-dumped one pretty much sucks.
    —
    Bianca,
    I sortof miss those old school machines!
    —November 18, 2013 – 12:21 pmReplyCancel

  • Diane - Thanks for the memories! I also remember when “Call Alert” first came out. Too bad I usually lost one or both of the callers. Haha!November 18, 2013 – 12:44 pmReplyCancel

  • Chris Carter - HA! Everything here- simply brilliant as always Kristi!!

    I TOTALLY remember the answering machine- and all the different messages we would leave!! SO funny!!

    YAY for you being out there always and getting “noticed”… Hip Hip HOORAY!!!

    XOXONovember 18, 2013 – 3:02 pmReplyCancel

  • Dyanne @ I Want Backsies - Oh, the answering machine. I had a code-a-phone, I was so cool. Remember trying to save a message from “him” and carefully setting the tape each time you reviewed messages? Or having the tape screw up altogether and get caught in the machine, and you just KNEW you missed something vital because of it?November 18, 2013 – 9:30 pmReplyCancel

  • Shay - You are just ON FIRE, girl!! So proud to be able to call you one of my favorite cyberpeeps. 🙂November 18, 2013 – 11:04 pmReplyCancel

  • Lanaya | Raising Reagan - It’s amazing how answering machines are almost a thing of the past. I love ours. I use it to screen everybody. One because I don’t want the latest cruise deal and two because I really just hate talking on the phone.
    And could you be any more of an awesome blogger?? I’ve seen you all over the internet you amazing woman you!

    Lanaya | xoxo
    http://raising-reagan.comNovember 18, 2013 – 11:08 pmReplyCancel

  • Linda Atwell - Out One Ear - As usual, you are so frickin’ funny, Kristi. As creative as you are, I’m sure ALL your voicemail messages were hilarious. And congrats on all the guest posts you’ve been doing recently. You rock.November 19, 2013 – 8:37 pmReplyCancel

  • Sandy Ramsey - Wow, are you getting around or what?! That is so totally awesome (since we’re going with the 80’s thing and all…).
    I still have an answering machine but only because we have a landline for our computer and to give the number out for those really annoying sites and stores that will ask for a phone number and you must not give them your cell. It is ignored, sad to say. It has had 2 messages flashing for about two months now….November 19, 2013 – 8:59 pmReplyCancel

  • Lizzy - Muddle-Headed Mamma - Congrats on being featured in so many different areas arounf the blogosphere! I’m also a big fan of your unique and funny blogging style:) Thanks for the trips down memory lane regarding the answering machines. Ah, those were the days. I remember when having an answering machine was akin to having an iphone5 these days!November 19, 2013 – 11:04 pmReplyCancel

  • Kevin Dickson - I threw away my last answering machine in 1993, but kept the cassette tape, which I found the other day.

    I’m going to listen to it in my car and relive those times when people liked me! Maybe you’re on it!December 5, 2013 – 12:39 amReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Kevin,
    Was I on it? Haha! You crack me up. And why does it not surprise me that your car still has a cassette player?December 5, 2013 – 10:41 amReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Dianne!
    Mee, too! Awesome! I lost both callers, too…
    —
    Chris,
    I miss them now.
    —
    Shay,
    Back at ya, sweets!
    —
    Dyanne,
    A code-a-phone? So cool!!
    —
    Lanaya,
    I love that you still have one. And screen calls.
    —
    Linda,
    Thanks so much!!
    —
    Sandy,
    Hee hee to it flashing for two months now! Guess they weren’t emergencies!
    —
    Lizzy,
    You’re right! They were like an iphone 5 now. 🙂
    —December 5, 2013 – 10:46 amReplyCancel

  • Mike - This was so frickin’ awesome, Kristi! I have to share this story ala Blondie’s “Hanging On The Telephone” that this post made me think of. I had been single for a long time and a lover entered my life and was going to house/dog sit for a week while I was in Yellowstone snowmobiling. Circa those answering machines.

    I had girls calling all of the time. NO, I’m not super hot. It’s just the way it was. Always chatty girls and I liked their friendship and occasional you know what. But ironically, SHE was SUPER HOT. Still is.

    On Day 2 of the trip I was able to get to a payphone to leave her an “I love you” message while she was at work.

    The recorder clicked on to this message (her name is changed because she’s still a friend to this day), “Hi, you’ve reached Mike’s answering machine. I’m Veronica, his girlfriend who is fucking his brains out. Leave a message at the beep and he’ll get back to you. Have a great day!”

    Got a letter from my grandmother (who lived 5 miles away) when I got back. She had called the house and hung up several times. Petite little lady from the South with the drawl, innocence and everything.

    She wrote briefly, “Hi honey, ya’ll need to call me when you get back. Keep getting the wrong number and some young lady talkin’ about trains. Love, Grandma”

    True story.

    LOLOL!!! Funniest shit ever…March 2, 2014 – 2:42 amReplyCancel

I lived for 37 years before meeting my husband. 37 years is a lot of years. At times, it’s hard to imagine the thoughts, dreams, hopes, and heartbreaks of then-me.  Then-me seems vague, somehow. Now-me, and Mom-me are so righthere and rightnow that I forget how very much past darkness, and past lightnesses, have helped […]

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  • Janine Huldie - I truly felt the same way when writing this up and know that both my past and Kevin’s too got us to exactly where we should be. And seriously couldn’t agree more with you on this if I tried!November 14, 2013 – 10:07 pmReplyCancel

  • Stephanie @ Mommy, for Real. - I could not agree more. Those moments don’t matter to my husband either, but they do matter to me. They are my cherished memories, even the shitty ones. I too can get transported there with just a song or a scent. And I’m grateful that old-me is still part of who I am now. This was great, Kristi. For real.November 14, 2013 – 10:33 pmReplyCancel

  • Emily - I just loved this, not only because I always love your writing, but because so much of what you wrote about here are themes that I weave into my memoir. I love how you describe yourself as then-me, and now-me and mom-me. I too feel thankful for my past, because it brought me to the messy, but wonderful present.November 14, 2013 – 10:35 pmReplyCancel

  • Sarah | LeftBrainBuddha - Oh, Kristi, I just adore your writing. This is so lovely. I think about this topic a lot, about how all of our prior experiences make up who and what we are today. You’ve expressed it beautifully. xoxoNovember 14, 2013 – 10:40 pmReplyCancel

  • Considerer - And my goodness, you have LIVED.
    So many have lived without seeing all this; the stuff that you see and you know. Others have lived and they know it.
    But that you can put it into writing so breathtaking it’s like turning round to see a perfect sunset, and being so glad you turned and didn’t miss it – THAT is your amazing gift. (Well, one of many).
    This is a completely, totally, utterly gorgeous post, and thank you for writing it. And thank you for living it – for knowing that all of the allthings which happened and went before are what shaped you now, and make you the person you are, and have brought you to rightnow – and how wonderful that is.
    *MASSIVEHUGS*November 15, 2013 – 2:23 amReplyCancel

  • GirlieOnTheEdge - Funny, when I read words written by a clark, I often don’t know what to say in response. There often is an instant “identification” thing that occurs. Sometimes all I can say is I enjoy your words, I enjoy the expression of them, which is to say the expression of you.

    Happy FTSF Friday friend!November 15, 2013 – 5:04 amReplyCancel

  • Kenya G. Johnson - Wow, you did an excellent job with the sentence prompt. Thirty seven years seems just right for what it earned you. I am glad that you found “almost perfect even.”November 15, 2013 – 6:24 amReplyCancel

  • Tamara - This is truly a work of art. I do thank my past for my betterness and my learnedness. And oh boy – I think there is so much more of that to come. Sometimes I think I’ve only discovered a tiny tip of a large iceberg.
    I’m probably right.
    My grandmother turns 100 on Monday. I should ask her about marriage. She had over 70 years of it, and I’ve only had five.November 15, 2013 – 8:49 amReplyCancel

  • April - Beautiful. I did a lot of living before I married, but now I look back and it was just a few years. As many mistakes as I have made, they brought me to him. I am blessed and it was worth it, I agree.November 15, 2013 – 9:37 amReplyCancel

  • Christina Morley - I’m glad you found your soul mate and are blessed with being parents. Take care!November 15, 2013 – 9:50 amReplyCancel

  • Kelly McKenzie - Beautifully written. I often think about how our past experiences shape our future. They are the building blocks and give us the ability to deal with and accept and in fact achieve our future life, I think. Love the photo of your little guy too.November 15, 2013 – 10:15 amReplyCancel

  • Surprise Mama - So so perfect and so beautifully written and so exactly what I wanted to say – you just said it so well. To hear you say my words…”it doesn’t matter to him, it matters to me because it makes me who I am”. Your words are so beautiful and so accurate and I am so honored to read this post and know that you are out in the world! Thank you!November 15, 2013 – 10:55 amReplyCancel

  • Kate - Love this post. You describe the ups and downs of life perfectly. Glad you found the one when you did- otherwise I couldn’t have learned from your lessons 🙂November 15, 2013 – 11:56 amReplyCancel

  • Dana - We had such different paths to our husbands, Kristi, but we ended up in the same place – our now place, where we want to be. I almost feel like the first few years of our marriage could qualify as a past relationship; it was so long ago and we were such different people.November 15, 2013 – 11:59 amReplyCancel

  • Lanaya | Raising Reagan - Exactly .. we all had identities before we became a significant other. I know the past relationships I have had and that is what has shaped me for who I am. I can’t let go of that.
    Brian has had past relationships too that have shaped him.
    It’s about our interaction together. Like you said … perfect man, perfect child.

    ¤´¨)
    ¸.•*´
    (¸¤ Lanaya | xoxo
    http://raising-reagan.comNovember 15, 2013 – 12:31 pmReplyCancel

  • meeshie - We are not who we were but every single past event turned us into who we are *now*. Good.. bad.. they all combine and become the you that you are now meant to be.

    Remembering that makes the good times more poignant and the bad times… well.. it makes them survivable when you remember.November 15, 2013 – 8:20 pmReplyCancel

  • Katia - WOW. I read it last night on my cell phone and have been trying ever since to find words that are powerful enough to match the “powerfulness” of you. Here. I’ll say just that, it’s the kind of post that makes you (and by you, I mean me) feel kinda stupid and lame and paling in comparison and all that, just minus the resentment part. That was amazing.November 15, 2013 – 8:47 pmReplyCancel

  • Natalie - The Cat Lady Sings - This was filled with so much…it’s how I often felt about how the past brings you to the present.November 15, 2013 – 10:20 pmReplyCancel

  • Brittnei - Oh my! I’m so glad that I found your blog. No wonder Crystal got you in on the MOAM project. You’re an exceptional writer! This was so eloquently stated. With all that has happened in my past, I can feel every word that you described in how you explained then-you. I hope to continue to read more posts of this awesome writing. 🙂November 16, 2013 – 6:39 pmReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - you guys. I hate hate hate not having nested comment but they’re coming (january I hear). Thank you thank you thank you.November 16, 2013 – 10:57 pmReplyCancel

  • Lisa @ Golden Spoons - Love it!! I had a hard time with this prompt because my past is pretty boring. However, it is still THAT past that brought me here to where I am today. And, there’s no place I would rather be!November 17, 2013 – 8:16 amReplyCancel

  • catherine gacad - even the bad relationships teach us a lot about ourselves, what works for us, what doesn’t. i was having dinner last night with my husband and the couple next to us (i think they were on a date)…it was so painful watching them. because they barely said a word to each other. i told my husband, i used to be with a guy like that. we were both very quiet, introverts, who thought more than we talked. and i remember dating him and thinking, this is so bad! the next guy i’m with, i need to be with a diarrhea-of-the-mouth talking entertainer to balance out my introversion. that’s what i ended up marrying…he won’t shut up!November 17, 2013 – 2:38 pmReplyCancel

  • Rachel - I think I have a new Finding Ninee favorite. This is a beauty, Kristi. Just like you. And Tucker.November 17, 2013 – 8:44 pmReplyCancel

  • Kathy Radigan - I love this post!! I am so thankful for the frogs I kissed before meeting my prince, they have taught me so much!!! Beautiful!November 18, 2013 – 6:40 pmReplyCancel

  • Linda Atwell - Out One Ear - You said this well, Kristi. Really our past is what makes us who we are in the present. If things would have happened differently, I believe we would not be the same people we are today. I embrace the past because it helped me become me. Another lovely post.November 19, 2013 – 8:43 pmReplyCancel

  • JenKehl - My Skewed View - This post is amazing. You are really such a beautiful writer Kristi. I know you write like you think, so you probably don’t realize it. But no one could have done it like you did. The thoughts I have had so many times, about the mistakes, bad choices, then I think, but without them I wouldn’t be here. That’s as eloquent as I get on the subject. You amaze me. TTTx10!November 21, 2013 – 10:51 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Jen,
      Thank you thank you. I take that as a huge compliment from you!! You amaze me right back. TTTx10. and XONovember 21, 2013 – 11:20 pmReplyCancel

  • Lori Lavender Luz - This paragraph is stunning and gets me at my core:

    “The point of living is to live. To love. To hurt. To grow. To be able to look ourselves in the mirror and meet our gazes with more than resignation. To meet our gazes with power, content, and occasional hard-won peace.”

    Yes, yes, yes.December 2, 2013 – 10:57 amReplyCancel

  • April - Stopping by again…Thanks for sharing and linking up with Countdown in Style! Don’t forget to come back on Friday to see if you were featured!

    ~~April~~
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  • Mike - I have had one engagement for 5 years to a girl with two wonderful little boys. And one marriage for a very brief time to another girl. Then a whole bunch of “relationships” in between. Some love affairs, some sex affairs, some friend affairs and that is not to imply a sexual overtone to all of them whatsoever or anything inappropriate either. My point in sharing that is I GET EXACTLY WHAT YOU’RE SAYING, Kristi! This part, “They don’t matter much to him. They matter to me, though.” That is me to a ‘T’ meaning my stuff does matter to me whether it does to someone else or not. Everything I’ve gone through since I was child to today have made me who I am right now. I do want to stay in tune with (but not dwell on) those things so that I never lose sight of how I got to HERE. This moment. You and I have lots of similarites in how we’re built. Xxxx’s to you!!! 🙂February 6, 2014 – 12:59 amReplyCancel

Friends! Thank you for being here. I’m so happy to introduce you to an amazing writer, friend and Our Land advocate today. I can’t remember how I met Kelly, but I think it may have been on Twitter. Regardless, Kelly is super-fabulous, a teacher, is passionate about literacy and education, and believes that ALL kids deserve […]

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  • Kerri - Our kids are our biggest loves and our biggest critics. I’m sorry you had that moment when we are not perfect for them.November 13, 2013 – 10:10 amReplyCancel

  • Robin - Love the honesty! Great post!November 13, 2013 – 10:21 amReplyCancel

  • donofalltrades - I don’t know how old your son is, but my four year old did the same thing to me. In the middle of a casual conversation, he asked me why I was so fat.

    I didn’t know how to respond at first, but the reality of it is that when our kids mention our weight, we’re already aware of it. He was right that I was fat. Hell, the BMI says I’m obese for God’s sake.

    I’m lucky in that, even at 40, I could wake up any day and jog 5 miles, so I did that. Then I jogged another 5 and then another and then 8 and then 10 and then I ran a 13.1 mile half marathon and I’m damn proud of it.

    I’ve lost between 20 and 30 pounds depending on the day of the week, and you know what? Little bastard hasn’t said a word about it!

    I hate to share links in comments, but since it’s Kristi, I am going to. It’s the post where my boy calls me fat and I’m riding a kids bike like a fat circus bear. Good stuff maybe.

    http://donofalltrades.com/2013/05/29/fatty-gonna-lose-some-weight/

    Sorry my comment was all me me me! Your story was touching and I enjoyed it. Hopefully, you wan’t have to explain your relationship to your partner to your son because it’ll just be accepted as normal. I know that’s not likely, but here’s to hoping!November 13, 2013 – 10:54 amReplyCancel

  • Katia - I was reading this through a constant lump in my throat. The reasons for the lump kept changing. I identify so much with your excitement over getting the party invite! I identify with the hurt of hearing someone you love being brutally honest. I identify with the the hurt being even more overwhelming due to the fact that part of the reason you’re being criticized has to do with your status as a mommy. You wrote a beautiful love-driven post that will touch many people.November 13, 2013 – 11:05 amReplyCancel

  • Janine Huldie - My heart was breaking a bit here for how honest you were and know that when the day comes that either one or both of my girls are embarrassed by me (because let’s face it teenage girls are the worst and notorious for this) not sure how I will handle it, but will try to remember your words and know that this too should hopefully pass. Thank you seriously for sharing here with us today.November 13, 2013 – 11:15 amReplyCancel

  • JenKehl - My Skewed View - Kelly you are so amazing! And you are not alone, in the years I have been dealing with my stress and issues over EVERYTHING not just Isaiah I have gained 40 lbs. Yesterday Isaiah actually pushed my ever growing chin and said, “What’s this mommy?” and smirked.
    You are right, we could make better choices, and should. But it is just as important to teach our kids not to look at the outside of a person, but to see the amazingness on the inside.
    Thank you so much for sharing this.November 13, 2013 – 12:43 pmReplyCancel

  • Lisa @ Golden Spoons - Wow! I feel compelled to comment, but not sure exactly what to say. I think you are brave to share this story on so many levels. I appreciate your son’s honesty and yours. It is tough to hear criticism from people we love, but it is even tougher to own it the way you have here. Bravo!November 13, 2013 – 1:21 pmReplyCancel

  • Kenya G. Johnson - Your ending made me smile. Love the way this was written. Thank you for sharing your story at Our Land. Looking forward to hearing from you again.November 13, 2013 – 1:43 pmReplyCancel

  • Mytwicebakedpotato - Twitter Friends,
    I am moved by your support and kind words. I wrote this and took a long time deciding if I would share it. Our Land seemed like the perfect place 😉November 13, 2013 – 1:44 pmReplyCancel

  • Emily - A very honest post that I’m sure was hard to write. Thank you for sharing this. I think the fact that children have no filter and say what they really think can be a good thing, but also sometimes hurtful. I have two teenagers now who are definitely in that stage where they are not thrilled to be seen in public with me and if we bump into someone they know, they are horrified. I know it’s not quite the same thing as you’re describing here, but I do understand the hurt.November 13, 2013 – 2:31 pmReplyCancel

  • Tamara - Ah, our kids. They are our biggest supporters AND biggest critics. I think that way a lot to get more bravery with my career. I think about how just that morning, I was called a “stupid head” and told that my hair is dumb, so chances are, no clients or potential clients will say that to me.
    That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.
    I was very moved by your story. And I know you have your speech ready about your son having two moms, but I hope you never have to use it!November 13, 2013 – 5:13 pmReplyCancel

  • Sarah | LeftBrainBuddha - Oh wow, this is so beautifully honest. It’s hard that our children’s awareness of appearances and sense of self-consciousness coincides with our entrance into middle age and a time when our bodies are not what they used to be, but you are so brave to recognize there are things you can change… Thanks for sharing this with us.November 13, 2013 – 5:20 pmReplyCancel

  • Maggie Amada - Kelly, I have to say you’re pretty awesome for reacting the way you did with your son. You sound like a very understanding and self-aware person who owns her own choices.

    I struggle with the question of what’s a tough person and this, to me, exemplifies it. Being a strong person is not about mouthing off or practicing wicked martial arts (as so often happens in TV and books). There are few things tougher in life than facing ourselves. Bravo to you!November 13, 2013 – 5:44 pmReplyCancel

  • Considerer - Ack, that’s harsh. It’s not great when kids speak without the filters we grow so used to as adults. But I love that you’re going to try to honour his viewpoint and his embarrassment by getting into better shape 🙂 That’s very cool of you, and a wonderfully affirming way (for him) for you to respond.

    That’s doing parenting RIGHT 🙂 Hats off to you.November 13, 2013 – 5:57 pmReplyCancel

  • Mytwicebakedpotato - Oh yes…hard to hear but it came from a place of honesty and for that…I couldn’t be mad. I was embarrassed and disappointed in myself. Still working on it! 🙂November 13, 2013 – 7:02 pmReplyCancel

  • Considerer - No…not a thing it would be possible to be mad at him about. And it must’ve taken him a lot of courage to tell you that, really. Well done you for working on it 🙂November 13, 2013 – 7:09 pmReplyCancel

  • Dana - How difficult it must have been to hear those words from your son, Kelly. The hurtful comments I’ve received from my children have cut the deepest. Kudos to you for responding as you did. My bet is that when you have to have the two mom conversation, you will knock it out of the park!November 13, 2013 – 7:56 pmReplyCancel

  • Mytwicebakedpotato - I hope so! 🙂November 13, 2013 – 8:23 pmReplyCancel

  • Rachel - Kelly, this post is just so deep and real. You hit every bit of the complexity that we face as parents. We want our kids to be honest, yet respectful of other people’s feelings. We want to let them know when they have hurt us. We want to model for our kids that we own the things that we are responsible for, and that they should do the same. We want them to learn that what’s on the inside is more important than the outside. Wow, each one of these conflicting pieces was there in your experience with your son and in your writing about it. So hard and, yet, so human. Thank you for sharing.November 13, 2013 – 9:45 pmReplyCancel

  • Mytwicebakedpotato - Thank you for the kind words and glad it touched you 🙂November 13, 2013 – 10:16 pmReplyCancel

  • Deb @ Urban Moo Cow - Just loved this, Kelly. In the research I did when writing my Our Land piece on self-compassion, I came across an assertion that self-compassion is not about eating the extra ice cream sundae; it’s about realizing that the extra ice cream sundae is not good for you in the long run. Six pounds down… many more to go. Thank you for sharing this wonderful, heartbreaking story. We love our children so much; they could never understand their power to wound us. xo.November 13, 2013 – 11:14 pmReplyCancel

  • Jessica - This must have been so hard, Kelly. Can I tell you that the main reason I lost about 35 lbs last year is because I didn’t want that moment to happen to me? I wanted to be a good role model for my son, but selfishly, I didn’t want him to be embarrassed by me, either (although, I am sure he’ll still be able to find *plenty* of things to be embarrassed about). Weight has just always been a really sensitive area for me, because I was always teased about it. I love your attitude about this, though. We love our kids and want to know what they are thinking and feeling… even if it doesn’t feel so good. Great post!November 13, 2013 – 11:44 pmReplyCancel

  • jamie@southmainmuse - I know it hurt — but don’t take it too personally. I just think it’s a kid thing. I think I’m a pretty okay mom. I set boundaries but let them have much more freedom than I did while growing up. But to my youngest — I’m the old mom. He tells me that his friends mention how old I am. Sure it hurts but I just roll with it. I know I thought there were ways my parents didn’t fit in either. hugs.November 14, 2013 – 1:22 pmReplyCancel

  • Mytwicebakedpotato - Thanks for the reminders 🙂November 14, 2013 – 3:53 pmReplyCancel

  • Sandy Ramsey - I am always amazed upon reflection that anyone can say something to me about my appearance or my attitude, anything really, and I can brush it off completely. Let it come from one of my children and it crushes my heart and soul like a weak tin can. Children are most times honest to a fault and it can sting. I’m sorry that you were hurt and I love your post. It was sad but it was beautifully honest.November 18, 2013 – 9:44 amReplyCancel

  • Linda Atwell - Out One Ear - Ouch! I remember, years ago, when I owned a national craft business. I painted various craft items all the time so I wore oversized T-shirts and baggy sweat pants with colorful paint stains all over them. When I made a mistake on the craft I created, I’d wipe my hands on my pants. “Save the product,” was my motto! I wore them to my warehouse, around town, and to my kids school conferences. After awhile, I became comfortable with my clothes, never feeling publicly awkward with my work “look.” Once I overheard my kids making excuses for my clothes and boy did it hurt. I didn’t want my children to feel embarrassment because of me. When I had to go out in public, I started bringing a change of clothes to work so I could change when I needed to go out and about.

    I’m sure my kids didn’t mean to hurt my feelings just like I’m sure your son didn’t mean to hurt yours. Thanks for a great post.November 19, 2013 – 8:59 pmReplyCancel

Once, there was a ten-year old girl. She liked to sing. She liked to sing, and she liked it, a lot. Because she was a prisoner of her parent’s taste in music, she sang what they played. She found that she liked what they played. She had a dad who was gagety, which meant that they […]

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  • Mytwicebakedpotato - Funny 🙂 I had a love/hate relationship with Kenny Rogers 🙂November 12, 2013 – 12:24 amReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Me, too. But I just listened to this song “While she lay sleeping” like seven times, and seven is lucky, right?? 😉November 12, 2013 – 12:28 amReplyCancel

  • Considerer - I’ve never heard these before. ‘While She Lay Sleeping’ is rather sweet.

    I ADORE ‘Lola’ though 🙂 That’s an awesome song 🙂November 12, 2013 – 2:00 amReplyCancel

  • Michelle Liew - I have Kenny on my list too, though a different song! He was and is, a great storyteller,
    Hey, and his restaurants here in Singapore aren’t doing too badly still!November 12, 2013 – 7:37 amReplyCancel

  • Janine Huldie - Yup, might not have been Kenny Rogers at 10 years old for me, but I totally used to listen to tons of music on my headphones and belt out tunes daily. I couldn’t carry a tune for a hill of beans, but didn’t stop me from trying!! 🙂November 12, 2013 – 7:43 amReplyCancel

  • clark - (there are so very, very *few* benefits of …not being real young) but your Post presents a slight opportunity for me to enjoy one of the… questionable benefits of age.

    I recall seeing Kenny Rogers… on TV as a kid in what (might) be one of the precursors to ‘music videoa’. I forget the show, maybe Smother’s Brothers or one of the ubiquitous music/comedy variety shows that propped up the mass culture in the mid to late 60s.

    …in any event, I totally remember, (come to think of it, maybe it was not a prehistoric music video, prehaps it was just an elaborate song production.)
    Kenny Rogers and the First Edition and the Song was (or at least the lyric) ‘I just checked in to see what the condition my condition was in’… (yeah, I know I could get it exact with quick search but screw that…I know what I think I remember hearing, damn it!)November 12, 2013 – 7:51 amReplyCancel

  • Dream - I think Kenny Rogers was one of the last great superstar storytellers of the older country tradition. I think he was the one that opened the door to all the mass-crossover hits we have now on the pop charts. Great story-telling of your own and I love the shag carpet in the drawing.November 12, 2013 – 8:08 amReplyCancel

  • Jhanis - my mother loves Kenny too so I was kinda influenced 🙂
    Love the drawing!November 12, 2013 – 8:38 amReplyCancel

  • Dana - The Gambler was on my list, although I never did write a post. She Believes in Me gets me choked up whenever I hear it. Lucille, Ruby…so many of his songs tell stories. Btw, did you wear blue onesies frequently when you were ten ;)?November 12, 2013 – 8:40 amReplyCancel

  • Tamara - This TMTT post doesn’t suck AT ALL! I may like you singing Caillou more than Kenny Rogers, but I’m going to have to give him a chance right now.November 12, 2013 – 9:30 amReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Considerer,
    While she lay sleeping is awesome! Listen again!
    —
    Michelle,
    OOH more Kenny? I’m heading your way now to check it out!
    —
    Janine,
    “A hill of beans” is SUCH an awesome expression. Glad I’m not alone in my singing suckines!
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    Clark,
    HAHA! I’m sure you’re remembering it perfectly. And yeah, I’m totally lazy and wouldn’t have bothered looking it up, either!
    —
    Dream,
    Kenny Rogers really IS such a great storyteller. I think you’re right about him opening the door for the cross-over music. Listening last night, I wondered if he was country/disco or what…
    —
    Jhanis,
    Yay for your mom!
    —
    Dana,
    Yeah, She Believes in Me is a little sad…
    haha about the blue onesie!
    —
    Tamara,
    Thanks for giving Kenny a chance. You’re the bomb.
    —November 12, 2013 – 10:17 amReplyCancel

  • Emily - I can totally picture you as a child on that shag rug listening to Kenny Rogers. And now you having the guts to sing the Caillou song even makes more sense. 🙂 This post was sweet, and no, it didn’t suck.November 12, 2013 – 10:23 amReplyCancel

  • that cynking feeling - I grew up listening to Kenny Rogers, too, but I don’t remember “Morgana Jones.” Thanks for introducing me to something new.November 12, 2013 – 10:26 amReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Emily,
    HAHA about having the guts to sing Caillou! I didn’t think about it like that but they’re obviously related…
    —
    Cyncking,
    Morgana Jones is awesome! Thanks for coming by!
    —November 12, 2013 – 11:13 amReplyCancel

  • Kerri - I love me some Kenny. But you get that we are total sistas from other mistas and therefore let him lull us to sleepNovember 12, 2013 – 12:09 pmReplyCancel

  • Quick Stepp- Melissa - Man, you know I totally didn’t even think of Metallica. There are quite a few of their songs that would work!November 12, 2013 – 12:37 pmReplyCancel

  • Tracy@CrazyAsNormal - I wish Kenny hadn’t messed his face all up. It makes me sad.

    And thanks for bringing up the story the VF story about self pleasure. It will be stuck in my head for the rest of the day. =)November 12, 2013 – 1:04 pmReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Kerri,
    I love me some Kenny too and yes! He can lull us to sleep anytime, sistah!
    —
    Melissa,
    Metallic would totally work. Especially One, but I’ve posted about One more than once.
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    Tracy,
    It makes me sad, too…haha about VF and self pleasure. You’re welcome.
    —November 12, 2013 – 1:26 pmReplyCancel

  • don - Kenny Rogers is in my playlist as well. He is a favorite, though I don’t recall if I ever listened to him on a shag carpet with headphones. It’s entirely possible though.November 12, 2013 – 1:35 pmReplyCancel

  • Lori Lavender Luz - Twin powers activate!

    I, too, did the recording thing and was SHOCKED that I didn’t sound as good as Pat Benatar.

    And not 20 minutes ago, Paradise by the Dashboard Light was on the radio and I thought, “I should work this into a blog post.”

    You did it for me. Much better than what was going on in my head (“Here’s a song that made me think about being stuck with someone until the end of time” — a la Stephen Wright.)November 12, 2013 – 2:45 pmReplyCancel

  • JenKehl - My Skewed View - Seriously forgot about Morgana Jones!! I used to listen to that album over and over!! And I am so glad you included Paradise By the Dashboard Lights!! I wanted to but then I figured someone would and then so far no one has!!!
    I know EVERY SINGLE WORD!
    U Rock sister! TTTx10November 12, 2013 – 3:52 pmReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Don,
    Whoop to Kenny Rogers. And I’m betting that you totally listened to him on a shag carpet with headphones. You just don’t remember. You should ask around. A video of that would make a most excellent blog post.
    —
    Lori!
    We sound SO much better in our heads, don’t we? Weird. And wrong. Haha to thinking about it that you’ll be stuck with somebody until the end of time!
    —
    Jen,
    The entire album was most party-on excellent. You know every single word to EVERYTHING! So much cooler than I.
    TTTx10
    —November 12, 2013 – 4:03 pmReplyCancel

  • Lance - Don’t tell anyone, this is just between you and I, but I’ll sang Paradise by the Dashboard Light at Kareoke, sober, and non sober, more than once.

    Kenny Rogers played in my parents house for years. The best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.November 12, 2013 – 8:51 pmReplyCancel

  • Kristi Campbell - Thanks Lance. I’m actually hoping that the best thing I can hope for is to NOT die in my sleep…or maybe in my sleep…but as a really old woman…does that work?November 12, 2013 – 9:33 pmReplyCancel

  • Rachel - Getting a tape recorder for Christmas was one of the best days of my life. I don’t know. I didn’t care that I sounded so stupid. It was that much fun. Kenny Rogers is such a conundrum to me. Loved and still love all of his music, and it’s all horrible!November 12, 2013 – 10:01 pmReplyCancel

  • Jessica - Yay, Kenny! I almost used “The Gambler” for mine (posting soon), but Kerri used that last week so I didn’t want to repeat. Those are great songs, too. And how about “Ruby?” LOL Good times. “Lola” is a classic, too. 😉November 12, 2013 – 10:28 pmReplyCancel

  • Stephanie @ Mommy, for Real. - This is so sweet and awesome. My parents, my dad mostly, were all about oldies. So I grew up loving the Beach Boys. And I kind of still love them.November 12, 2013 – 10:55 pmReplyCancel

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