tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post3121726612314497033..comments2023-10-31T04:07:31.317-06:00Comments on Blogxygen: You Scratch my Back, I'll Scratch Yoursbriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11495165592860741098noreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-55897336629632055152010-01-22T23:55:49.710-07:002010-01-22T23:55:49.710-07:00I just started reading your blog tonight because m...I just started reading your blog tonight because my mom and sister mentioned it to me and we are avid blog stalkers. :) I have been laughing so hard reading all these comments as well as your following post about yourself... pulsating balls! bwahahahaha!!! Anyway, I thought of a good story (and I know I'm totally behind the crowd with leaving a comment, but I luff any comments on my own blog...) so here goes...<br /><br />Last summer I was at our neighborhood pool (seriously is just like Sandlot style) and I was changing my daughter into a clean diaper and clothes. All I had on was my swim suit and I kept thinking, ewe I'm bending over and I don't even have a towel wrapped around me or shorts on! Then I felt this insane needle/sting right on my crotch! I didn't want to start a scene, but it kept getting worse and started burning, then I realized there was a freakin bee in my swim bottoms and I was 2 seconds away from ripping them off when I decided I would just grab my daughter and jump into the pool! My sisters were across the way, so I was yelling like a crazy lady telling them to come get her and I swear they all the sudden went deaf because it took them like 10 years to process what I was saying. Anyway, after checking out my crotch and getting some ice from the lifeguard, the stinging finally went away. <br /><br />Good thing I'm not allergic to bee's ;)<br /><br />hehe... sorry for the novel. <br /><br />but you have a new friend now :)Shawna Wilsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09656295373735164099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-5575892596580885402010-01-12T04:24:17.631-07:002010-01-12T04:24:17.631-07:00When I was staying at mum and dads for a stint a w...When I was staying at mum and dads for a stint a while back dad asked me for my car keys to go to the shops, dad returned with whatever dad-stuff he had gone to get. I spent a bit of time getting ready to head out and messing around on the computer till I was officially running late. I grabbed my keys, which Dad had kindly returned next to my bed where he had round them, and next to my vibrator. <br />Oh. The. Shame. <br /><br />love your blog. i just started one too. it helps a lot!Lou Louhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10477250918384873928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-38140779534619281592010-01-07T13:41:18.191-07:002010-01-07T13:41:18.191-07:00I'm a lurker too. Hope it's not too late ...I'm a lurker too. Hope it's not too late to share with you...<br /><br />When I think back on it, it's totally cringe-worthy but funny and sweet too. After I graduated from college, I was going off to England for the year and in typical fashion, was in denial about the fact that I needed a year's supply of birth control pills. I was WAY too embarrassed to ask my pediatrician, who (YES!!!) I was still seeing at the ripe old age of 21. So right before I left, I asked my mom to ask my dad to get some for me (my mom had been going thru my drawers for years, so she knew I was on the pill). She said, no, you have to ask him yourself. So I did. And a few days later, he threw a big box at me and said, "Here's a year's supply of birth control pills." <br /><br />No one ever mentioned it again. I can't believe I was too embarrassed to ask my doctor for the pill and was able to ask my DAD. ALthough maybe that's how I was able to turn into The Deranged Housewife. <br /><br />My dad was an MD, by the way. He didn't have to buy the pills on the street.<br /><br />You are a beautiful, bright, shining woman who has a way with words and a core of steel. I love reading what you have to say and how you say it, and I look forward to reading about your full recovery.<br /><br /><br />XOXOXO TDHThe Deranged Housewifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02470418324828396690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-28768118152418206362010-01-04T16:37:14.476-07:002010-01-04T16:37:14.476-07:00I'm playing catch up since the holidays and I ...I'm playing catch up since the holidays and I can't believe I am missing out on the sharing fun! I have oh so many embarrassing moments, but let's just go with simple: I don't even remember the name of the first boy I kissed. He was tall, and, in my 14 year old mind, hot. We kissed outside a Denny's. The end. No more virgin lips for me. <br />PS-When I told my mom she gave me a super long lecture that involved the phrase "playing with fire." Yikes.Shannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08305428805088842399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-56068213363220862482010-01-02T11:17:07.512-07:002010-01-02T11:17:07.512-07:00One crazy thing about me is that I am old and I ha...One crazy thing about me is that I am old and I had no idea I would enjoy so much reading about people that I have no idea who they are! You all are living in a new world so much different from what I have lived through. i love it however and I could tell some stories but I am too embarrassed to put stuff out there. That is how the generations are different! Here's to you!Pennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00665278537280973818noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-13935703531843873272010-01-01T19:47:44.828-07:002010-01-01T19:47:44.828-07:00Hey Ms. Thang,
I have enjoyed reading your blog an...Hey Ms. Thang,<br />I have enjoyed reading your blog and creeping--you crack me up and make me cry in turns.<br />So I don't really have a story, but a situation: I just got fired (again!) by an ED therapist...apparently I was "not wanting it (recovery? I hope...) badly enough." Whuddufuh? And I got this info in a LETTER, from a therapist I saw 2-3 x a week! And I got fired by my GP, too. Love those "medical professionals." <br />Anyway, keep on keepin' me entertained, please ma'am!Gennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11606352753642796500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-68688509527371348602009-12-31T22:24:19.027-07:002009-12-31T22:24:19.027-07:00Hi Brie,
I read your blog all the time and lough ...Hi Brie,<br /><br />I read your blog all the time and lough out loud. I am however a virgin commenter, so please be nice. I too am recovering from ED. So... a story... I was in year 5 and I was a member of the Student Representative Committee. The class had to elect another member to go to the meetings with me. The teacher asked me if I had anyone who I would like to choose, and I blurted out "Anyone but Kris Ross" in front of the whole class, teacher, and Kris Ross. Granted, Kris was this annoying, snotty nosed boy, but could I have been more of a b*tch! I'm so ashamed.<br />Anyway, thanks for the blog!Jodie Salagarashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01952619419914476799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-66225558822107124262009-12-31T11:27:14.338-07:002009-12-31T11:27:14.338-07:00Hey Brie... haven't commented in a while! But....Hey Brie... haven't commented in a while! But... a memory has struck me...<br />prom night<br />you and Jonny, Stebes and Beth, and Me and Austin.<br />I don't know where the pooh we were but it was some club house watching a movie in a theatre room.<br />Beth and I were being rather obnoxious (knowing us probably really obnoxious). <br />Talking and laughing during the movie.<br />All of a sudden "Ok Big Girls...It's getting old" <br />you remember this?<br />We were scared... Beth and I were literally scared of sweet Brie (a Jr.) calling us (Seniors) Big Girls and to pretty much zip it.<br />(not that Jr. and Sr.'s matter but you know High School)<br />You had balls my friend... you still do! <br />Keep going strong girl!eMiLyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13576289710530912275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-79762120867987255922009-12-31T03:54:38.546-07:002009-12-31T03:54:38.546-07:00breezers!
i haven't commented in forevvvs but ...breezers!<br />i haven't commented in forevvvs but wanted to send you some love on this delightful little ditty of a post! you know lots, so let me think of some random shit to post...<br /><br />*i lurrrv ellipses... but i'm sure you know this...!<br /><br />*i'm all for "going green" but have yet to figure out what it is about arrowhead water's newer "less plastic" bottles that sets my ocd off like no other. i simply cannot handle it!<br /><br />*this week n told me that my dietary plan sucks and that boost will have to come up with their product in the size of a keg in order to get it all down during my 30 minutes of hell with the d. <br /><br />*you're my favorite person to go shopping with because you seem to be the only who truly understands how much better you feel after blowing ridiculous amounts of money on yet ANOTHER pair of designer denim(let's be realistic, i'll buy anything that resembles something i don't truly need) in an attempt to fix a bad day.<br /><br />*the only time i go to panda express is with you. it is also the only time i will EVER be seen standing in line at chick-fil-a. you and those fake strawberry shakes.<br /><br />*i don't know why i just thought of that photo shoot when we decided it would be fun to tie a scarf around you and somehow make it look like a shirt... good times!<br /><br />ummm, it's 4am and i'm trying to stay awake through my grave shift so my brain's pretty fried at this point, but i heart you mucho!<br /><br />and YES, i would adore getting together to play soon!<br /><br />xoxoalana.rachellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05422592393273124525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-38378347292646337132009-12-30T16:08:05.394-07:002009-12-30T16:08:05.394-07:00holaa
Im a very VERY regular reader of ur blog, in...holaa<br />Im a very VERY regular reader of ur blog, in a stalking way yes.. bwaha..? **.. k,no. here's somthing about me:<br />- Mexican 20 yr old 'adult' in denial<br />- Ive been following you for waay more than a year *staring creepy look* <br />- I got over 6 different blog accounts (not very consistent self)<br />- ED demons really like me, Im sure im a feast to them. <br />- I lost my hair due lack of nutrients and hairpulling (OCB) no worries is back in short now :)<br />- i over use smiles and pauses (...)when no needed =)<br /><br />I love evrything about ur blog, i dont even know how i found it, all i know is i loved it since the very begining and the feeling is the samee.. u got great support brie take care of u and ur lovely family, ure lucky u got so many people by ur side.<br /><br /><3 love, tania.taniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05955226641702551925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-34853925448343952362009-12-30T14:31:48.109-07:002009-12-30T14:31:48.109-07:00Im Jessica, I'm 24. I am a recovered anorexic...Im Jessica, I'm 24. I am a recovered anorexic (everyday is an effort, but hey- BMI says recovered). Im a proud nurse & I'm married to a nurse. <br />I always wanted to model but I'm only 5'6. <br />My husband is from west Africa and I am white as bread. I love showing people our pictures and seeing there reactions. <br />We have a teeny tiny poodle.<br />I love your blog. I discovered it from one of my long-time (ED recovered) live journal friends. I think your a beautiful person inside & out. Your family is amazing. Your relationship with your husband is incredible. You are my hero!!! Stay strong!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-48036837998315395762009-12-30T11:31:19.655-07:002009-12-30T11:31:19.655-07:00Sorry i'm a couple days behind on this. hmm. I...Sorry i'm a couple days behind on this. hmm. I am from and currently attend college in Alabama. We aren't all conservative racists, promise. But, during high school I went to a boarding school in Utah. My senior year I was put in an intensive outpatient program about 10 minutes from my house. I spent my 18th birthday (over spring break) in treatment. Super de duper suck. But i plan on celebrating my 18th and 19th at the same time this year. :D <br />Last thing, while in treatment I perfected the "realistic -fake-fart" noise to be performed during the quietest moments of Yoga/meditation. I am eternally 12. <br />Love your blog, <br />Em.Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02163409146848743724noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-40268605921884559622009-12-29T23:36:27.719-07:002009-12-29T23:36:27.719-07:00One time at Lagoon (actually 3 or 4 times...) my f...One time at Lagoon (actually 3 or 4 times...) my friends and I cheated on one of the games that gives you a giant prize. I highly recommend it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-10018903107815203862009-12-29T22:03:50.292-07:002009-12-29T22:03:50.292-07:00so i tried writing a comment last night, but could...so i tried writing a comment last night, but couldn't really think of anything good to say...then it came to me to share the story of my (embarrassing) naivety as a kid...I remember playing across the street w/ my friend and a boy in the neighborhood met us outside while bike riding. somehow we all were in some sort of discussion and all I remember is being told that if i put some of those cheap, multi colored fish aquarium rocks in a shoebox overnight, I'd have my very own bunny rabbit in the morning. <br /><br />??? what? (hey, i don't even know the logic...)<br /><br />so i do remember waking up many times that night and checking my box. and it didn't help the matter that our heating vents were creaky in the house so every little sound jolted me upright...hehe...<br /><br />i'm not that naive anymore. thank god. lol. <br />----------<br />am 29, don't remember how i came across your blog, but admire your raw courage in facing your ED and greatly appreciate your humor in facing each day... ;) inspiring! keep fighting! :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-16020851988530153122009-12-29T20:38:16.306-07:002009-12-29T20:38:16.306-07:00Way late here, but wanted to join in. I am an old ...Way late here, but wanted to join in. I am an old fart with an ED. ha ha... I'm 36 and working into year three of this crap. I enjoy your blog and my hard hearted self was very moved by your loss but think your ability to go on is amazing. <br /><br />To add a funny, I grew up being "picked on" about not being well endowed... so one year my nutty mom placed, in a birthday gift, a pack of doublemint gum on each respective breast of a shirt to which I opened (in front of everyone) and pulled out of the box... ha ha... won't ever forget that one. I use the padded ones now. LOLLaurelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12804045247150072855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-17210660335367946902009-12-29T18:24:18.972-07:002009-12-29T18:24:18.972-07:00*I'm sixteen.
*I've lived in the same town...*I'm sixteen.<br />*I've lived in the same town my whole life.<br />*I spend way too much time on apartmenttherapy.Samanthahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12031904337751012029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-8435808206068351012009-12-29T16:52:58.377-07:002009-12-29T16:52:58.377-07:00Oh, and I eat foods "evenly". I organiz...Oh, and I eat foods "evenly". I organize even amounts of food on my plate. <br /><br />I also eat m&m's evenly - by color.bran.https://www.blogger.com/profile/15596361110964180394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-1694034143351738252009-12-29T16:51:01.404-07:002009-12-29T16:51:01.404-07:00Hmmm.... I once overshot a high jump mat in high ...Hmmm.... I once overshot a high jump mat in high school, rolled off the mat and into a puddle, earning the nickname Swamp Thing for a while.<br /><br />My husband hung himself from a tree when he was a little kid. He was playing explorer - he tied rope around a single belt loop and attempted to scale the tree. Needless to say, the belt loop broke and my hubby broke his collarbone.bran.https://www.blogger.com/profile/15596361110964180394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-54699043465450845682009-12-29T16:01:48.016-07:002009-12-29T16:01:48.016-07:00Creepy lurker here! I found your blog via BabyCen...Creepy lurker here! I found your blog via BabyCenter, and I've enjoyed your humor and willingness to write about anything. Never read (or followed) a blog before, so I must admit I feel kinda stalkerish! But being married myself with a little boy and tired of (but addicted to) trying to please a damn ED was enough to keep me checking your page.<br /><br />Random: when I was little I used to eat Ramen noodles dry (not cooked), with the seasoning packet as my "dip." Can't say my culinary skills have improved much since then!Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16229526809596927982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-9272778417543677882009-12-29T14:55:10.089-07:002009-12-29T14:55:10.089-07:00Man, I totally missed this yesterday. Hope it'...Man, I totally missed this yesterday. Hope it's not too late to humiliate myself. ;)<br /><br />The summer before 4th grade, my mom (gently) broached the subject of training bras. I had an enormous hissy fit that NONE OF THE OTHER GIRLS HAD THEM AND I DIDN'T WANT ONE. So she let it go, figuring that I'd change my mind. Apparently, I came home from school the first day, hysterical, demanding that she BUY ME A BRA RIGHT NOW! When she asked me what had changed, I responded, "MOM! ARE YOU BLIND?? I LOOK LIKE DOLLY PARTON!!!!"<br /><br />I actually have no memory of any of that, but I know it happened. How, you ask? Because my mom PUT IT IN THE CHRISTMAS LETTER THAT YEAR.<br /><br />For serious. All of it. And I believe the phrase "two beans on a board" was included. I'm now 32 years old, and people I barely know STILL mention it. <br /><br />Luckily for my mom, when I grew up I developed a sense of humor as warped as hers. I think it's hilarious now. Back then? Not so much. (Things like this might explain why I'm not right in the head.)<br /><br />MarsteAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-57065418462354485212009-12-29T14:48:54.610-07:002009-12-29T14:48:54.610-07:00Something about me...Um...
I'm going to be a l...Something about me...Um...<br />I'm going to be a librarian after I graduate college (Major: English Lit; Minor: Library Media), and I want to be the librarian in the Children's section because those books are the bomb.alexhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13087066939180522623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-4862062171323730062009-12-29T13:08:10.010-07:002009-12-29T13:08:10.010-07:00I LOVE Sarah Jessica Parker's style. I hate t...I LOVE Sarah Jessica Parker's style. I hate the Food Network. And every time that I go through an airport, I try to think about how I would beat the system if I was a terrorist. I have a few ideas but no terroristic ambitions, so don't worry, it will never come to pass. <br /><br />And now I am probably being stalked by the Department of Homeland Security.Sarah at Journeying With Himhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00823110479188213370noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-35682096924650288562009-12-29T13:05:32.609-07:002009-12-29T13:05:32.609-07:00When I was four I played a game of spa that enned ...When I was four I played a game of spa that enned with my face covered in peanut butter and my hair cut a bit off... <br /><br />My legs have a lot of marks and scars on them because for the first 10 years of my life I hated pants. Only dresses and skirts, and when you fall or or go play in rocks...<br /><br />And I kind of wish I was like that again, young and fearless of (minor) injury.kaylahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15423916415211998966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-927347059694601102009-12-29T11:33:26.030-07:002009-12-29T11:33:26.030-07:00Kelly S - your snot story is insane! how does stu...Kelly S - your snot story is insane! how does stuff like that happen in real life - amazing, i tell you, amazing! thanks for sharing. ;)briehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11495165592860741098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6957758174408171291.post-4124436964680358312009-12-29T11:25:04.746-07:002009-12-29T11:25:04.746-07:00Hi Brie, I'm Kelly. I have commented a few ti...Hi Brie, I'm Kelly. I have commented a few times here before, but here's a little about me.<br />I use my blogger account as part of my work as an ANAD resource person. In the year since I've been with ANAD, I've had all of ONE person contact me for help, and TBH, it made be feel so good! I'm getting married in August, and I just turned 24. <br /><br />A funny family story for you: The Tissue story.<br /><br />My mom was walking on a bridge in Trenton, NJ during a really cold winter day. Her nose started to run, so she took one of her hands out of her gloves, got a tissue from her pocket, and gave her nose a big honk full of snot into the tissue. As she tried to turn the tissue to get to a clean piece using her one hand, she lost the tissue in a gust of wind. <br /><br />In horror, she watched the tissue float in the air and into the roadway of the bridge where cars were driving by. The tissue hit the windshield of a car, and slid down into the passenger window which was cracked out for some God-forsaken reason. The tissue ended up on the face of the person in the passenager seat, and the women who got a face full of used tissue started screaming and swatting at her face as my mom watched helplessly, LOL. That is one of our favorite stories in this family.KZhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01476445446490314569noreply@blogger.com