tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31773345.post6631370900167285920..comments2024-03-28T09:10:39.441-04:00Comments on ben and birdy: BenBirdy1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13328557199418095755noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31773345.post-482558487684863022007-04-14T13:19:00.000-04:002007-04-14T13:19:00.000-04:00Dr. Hunky - I love it!! You're too funny. I have t...Dr. Hunky - I love it!! You're too funny. I have to say, his prices are really reasonable. Next time I'm in your neck of the woods, I'll def. give Dr. Hunky a call. I cannot believe he puts his home number on his website? Now all of your fans are probably going to call!Ulrikehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11435646085402165390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31773345.post-53293752688669661402007-04-01T22:40:00.000-04:002007-04-01T22:40:00.000-04:00I am so glad to know that tampon performance decli...I am so glad to know that tampon performance declines drastically for everyone after childbirth! I thought it was just me.<BR/><BR/>HELLO makers of tampons! Help us out here would you? I really don't want to use that cup thing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31773345.post-66415699342208563522007-03-30T17:21:00.000-04:002007-03-30T17:21:00.000-04:00Oh Catherine - I have been reading you for SO long...Oh Catherine - I have been reading you for SO long. I love your insight and humor. I wish I could slow down enough to appreciate my short people more.<BR/>2 of my kids are are Ben & Birdy's ages, and it's so funny how alike they are. But generally, not including the barf issue. I mean, really - the first time the oldest threw up, he was so <I> shocked </I> at the whole thing. He called upstairs to the husband, who was, himself, similarly indosposed, and said "Daddy, I exploded!" So I was reading your recent post about barfing, and I kinda shook my head in sympathy, and thought those fateful words "I'm so glad my kids don't get that very often. Poor Catherine."<BR/>Of course, Fate was listening, for the very next day, I listened to the pitterpatter of little morning feet...running to the bathroom to be sick. Fortunately, it only lasted about an hour or so.<BR/>A few days later, we decided to go to Boston for the weekend, and the littlest (brother to sickie from above) repeated those lovely morning sounds. In the hotel. Without much in the way of clean laundry. His, of course, lasted for most of the day. That poor hotel room will never be the same.<BR/>So the next time? When you write about barfing - I might be forced to NOT think anything sympathetic, for fear that Fate will again be listening.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31773345.post-13552863719754448142007-03-27T22:50:00.000-04:002007-03-27T22:50:00.000-04:00Just in case Wondertime gobbles up my comment at s...Just in case Wondertime gobbles up my comment at some later point...<BR/><BR/>Happy B-Day to Birdy! That post was so lovely. Well, they all are aren't they?<BR/><BR/>You will have to come by my place one of these days...I would love to introduce you to my little "Birdy" we like to call Rosebud - I still say they kind of look alike even. Not to mention the fierceness!Jeniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13100043209000589029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31773345.post-33876953907483429862007-03-27T15:46:00.000-04:002007-03-27T15:46:00.000-04:00Happy birthday to Birdy! 4-year-olds are excactly...Happy birthday to Birdy! 4-year-olds are excactly the way you write.<BR/><BR/>My little girl just turned 5, and I am still waiting for the "tender and harmonic" 5-year-old to appear. My daughter still has the moods you describe in the Wondertime-post!<BR/><BR/>Funny, they are so different (we live in Norway), and so much alike. The only things they have in common are being girls and 4-5 years old, and they both have an older brother. I guess they are pre-programmed, that their DNA contains some sort of message that is turned on at age 4. Time for mood-swings!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31773345.post-55151690461661389082007-03-27T14:43:00.000-04:002007-03-27T14:43:00.000-04:00you really ARE really good written.....you really ARE really good written.....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31773345.post-43531010641169313382007-03-27T11:58:00.000-04:002007-03-27T11:58:00.000-04:00Wondertime outed me, man! I finally get them to ac...Wondertime outed me, man! I finally get them to accept my comment and then they print my actual name instead of my made-up name. It is to weep.<BR/><BR/>Not like I'm hiding from the law or anything, but I guess I like that illusion of mystery.<BR/><BR/>Happy birthday to Birdy. Is it weird that that post made me cry? Or was it just that I read it right after my own 4-ish Girl solemnly held my face in her little pudgy hands and promised me that she would Most Certainly do the Thing I wanted done YESTERDAY. She promised. Would that make me happy?<BR/><BR/>Yesterday, 5 minutes, 4 years ago, 30 years from now...Psycho Kittyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05633634991906191853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31773345.post-88728381674757805772007-03-26T13:29:00.000-04:002007-03-26T13:29:00.000-04:00Can I just say how appealing it is to me that a tr...Can I just say how appealing it is to me that a true Dr. would give me a massage? I'm currently in college (again) and the idea of walking into a history class and the professor scrapping the lesson in favor of back rubs just sounds amazing. It also tells me something about Michael, since with his degree he really could go teach. That means he must have a passion for his work, which is pretty amazing. Tell him to c'mon over to Antioch and "teach" out here. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31773345.post-81480673625457784662007-03-25T21:35:00.000-04:002007-03-25T21:35:00.000-04:00Thanks...that's all, just thanks.Thanks...that's all, just thanks.Mamalanghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00200657325831762553noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31773345.post-73883962308076445142007-03-24T20:39:00.000-04:002007-03-24T20:39:00.000-04:00Catherine, I must tell you that- i love you! i ha...Catherine, <BR/><BR/>I must tell you that- i love you! i have been sitting here reading and cracking up- you are so talented, so insightful, and so HILARIOUS! after years of reading your journals i feel like i know you. thanks for everything, girl!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31773345.post-36993043847183962752007-03-23T10:19:00.000-04:002007-03-23T10:19:00.000-04:00I just checked out Dr. Hunky's site - I didn't rea...I just checked out Dr. Hunky's site - I didn't realize he had finished! Maybe I missed a week somewhere. Might be worth a trip from Denver . . .<BR/><BR/>Is typing in these letters going to stop Celia from posting?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31773345.post-69316267841760872322007-03-23T08:39:00.000-04:002007-03-23T08:39:00.000-04:00lol, Michael is so cute, have been reading your bl...lol, Michael is so cute, have been reading your blog for 4-5 years, I actually cried when you said goodbye at parentcenter! Well after being addicted to your blog and a few more (you remain my high priestess of mummy blogging!) I've decided to start my own, dont all rush over, not many posts yet, but if you left a comment Catherine, I'd be happy for days!jennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12670322358738782164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31773345.post-8717897230276286862007-03-23T05:04:00.000-04:002007-03-23T05:04:00.000-04:00Just how far WILL your husband travel?? Maine?? ...Just how far WILL your husband travel?? Maine?? 'Course, don't tell MY husband... =)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31773345.post-5229229231242948462007-03-22T23:28:00.000-04:002007-03-22T23:28:00.000-04:00You know what I've noticed? The funny thing. When ...You know what I've noticed? The funny thing. When everyone is saying, "Catherine, you are too funny." Your writing has changed a bit. Seriously, how you've gone from this nervous, lamenting parent - worrying about every teeny thing (like we all do) with our kids, to talking about menstruation, warts, massages, wine...<BR/><BR/>Is that what it's like? When your kids get a little older??? Does your brain actually get to think of other things? Besides keeping your 11 month old alive to his 1st birthday (without choking, severe brain trauma, poisoining, etc). That must be neat, makes me a little excited for a few years down the road.Melanie D.https://www.blogger.com/profile/01542313652003967176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31773345.post-19992988469258305252007-03-22T23:18:00.000-04:002007-03-22T23:18:00.000-04:00I wish I lived in Amhurst....A LMT with a PhD...sw...I wish I lived in Amhurst....A LMT with a PhD...sweet.<BR/><BR/>Catherine you are too funny....how can you even stand it inside your own head? Keep it up!jmb_craftypicklehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00168511543648304545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31773345.post-32282471174745621852007-03-22T22:42:00.000-04:002007-03-22T22:42:00.000-04:00Ok wait, I do live in Western Mass, he is hunky, a...Ok wait, I do live in Western Mass, he is hunky, and I have been trying to find someone I like to do a massage, but it already feels like I'm stalking you just by posting here. Making an appointment with Michael would be weird, I'd have to ask about his kids...like you know "Birdie made any more weird greeting cards?" and tell him about how my kid likes pink too. Really, I'm not stalking you! I didn't choose to live here even! I just ended up here! And now you are offering me hunky massages!spryngtreehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12020704572037565814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31773345.post-75843141168229320272007-03-22T17:39:00.000-04:002007-03-22T17:39:00.000-04:00Once again Catherine, you managed to be uber-fanta...Once again Catherine, you managed to be uber-fantastique and had me laughing so hard coffee shot out my nose.<BR/><BR/>Thank you for being so wonderfully comical and realistic! It definately cheers me up and takes my mind off of everything that's going on around here! <BR/><BR/>You ROCK....Amberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01711277816701386519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31773345.post-52735580680752485172007-03-22T16:01:00.000-04:002007-03-22T16:01:00.000-04:00Beck's comment about the menstruum zucchinis remin...Beck's comment about the menstruum zucchinis reminded me of a book of witchcraft a friend of mine had when I was college (oh so long ago now...) Anyway, one of the "spells" was "How to Make a Man Love You": Basically, what you had to do was collect your menstrual blood, mix it in with some flour dumplings, then cook the menstrual dumplings in a stew, serve it to the object of your affection and hey presto! You're picking out rings and picking the song you'll do your wedding dance to. However, the "spell" does not say what your beloved will do when he finds out what was in those dumplings, or which wine to serve them with.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31773345.post-85217585154468989362007-03-22T13:20:00.000-04:002007-03-22T13:20:00.000-04:00"House calls: Price varies depending on distance."..."House calls: Price varies depending on distance." <BR/><BR/>Just think what Michael could charge for house calls for all of your readers!Nowheymamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02977594440010163078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31773345.post-78167703386435922622007-03-22T13:07:00.000-04:002007-03-22T13:07:00.000-04:00I noticed the driving/weaving thing but I knew you...I noticed the driving/weaving thing but I knew you were talking about the weather. I have been reading your journals for too long to think that it was anything else. That person obviously doesn't "know" you. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31773345.post-38397055611207012962007-03-22T11:11:00.000-04:002007-03-22T11:11:00.000-04:00I was paying enough attention to think about the d...I was paying enough attention to think about the driving bit briefly, but it occurred to me that you're too smart and too concerned about your kids to do something that dumb. :-)<BR/>Oh yeah, and baby wipes get out every stain...pacalagahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31773345.post-81942733040625504382007-03-22T11:09:00.000-04:002007-03-22T11:09:00.000-04:00If we're all cycling together, does this mean that...If we're all cycling together, does this mean that we're all on the upswing of my graph now? I think it's best that you make sure Michael's appointment book is full until the middle of next month... keep this bunch of randy women away from Michael for the next couple of weeks.<BR/><BR/>Ah, damn, I told Celia to check out your latest article and she used it as a business opportunity. She just can't turn it off, that Celia.NotSoSagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04782162947524115936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31773345.post-68521704052594018382007-03-22T11:04:00.000-04:002007-03-22T11:04:00.000-04:00Your uber-smart, sexy hubby needs to use spellchec...Your uber-smart, sexy hubby needs to use spellcheck. My hubby's an engineer and he can't spell worth a dang, as bright as he is. <BR/><BR/>Western Mass - I loved your post from way back when you described your trip to MassMoca. Would love to check it out someday. Not a bad trip from No. VT. Up here, we're awash with massage therapists - tough competition! But maybe the demand is just skyrocketing. <BR/><BR/>One more thing - worst period experience I'll share: on a marathon training run, wearing pad (God knows why), sweating profusely, pad falling onto sidewalk. I kid you not. Luckily not a big group, not heavy flow, words can't describe the embarassment...I've since moved - and used tampons.bleuskyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13023570735855503230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31773345.post-9552722072844297852007-03-22T09:55:00.000-04:002007-03-22T09:55:00.000-04:00I can't believe a) massages cost the same in Missi...I can't believe a) massages cost the same in Mississippi as they do in Massachusetts, and b) how hot Michael is--look at those muscles!! Sorry. Your column was hilarious, as usual.Kerynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14199238428622959809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31773345.post-75474595664680542232007-03-22T09:19:00.000-04:002007-03-22T09:19:00.000-04:00Yay! That's me! "The fact that so few of you were...Yay! That's me! <BR/>"The fact that so few of you were paying close enough attention to worry in the first place about anybody driving sloshed"<BR/><BR/>I agree with "this must be the place"...a combo tour with you guys? Think of it, Michael could set up a massage table in Barnes and Noble and we could form an assembly line...first massages with Michael and then book signing time with you! You could bring Ben and Birdy and maybe one of them might have the barfing flu, and you could read an exerpt about the barfing flu? It would be like living it. And you could call it the "Catherine Newman-The Experience" tour. *lol* But we'd need lots of Purell. Hmmmm. <BR/><BR/>Catherine, you are hilarious. We love you so for making us smile and laugh so frequently. :)Kylahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785noreply@blogger.com