tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13503809.post112603819084007003..comments2023-11-05T05:42:01.187-06:00Comments on karlababble: Lessons I've learned, Part 8karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02179619912129198718noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13503809.post-1126656573997351432005-09-13T19:09:00.000-05:002005-09-13T19:09:00.000-05:00lol wow! This story just brought back a memory of ...lol wow! This story just brought back a memory of something similar which I'd long since forgotten/suppressed. No big details here, but it involves my camp cousellor job one summer. Somehow, there was a misunderstanding between my CIT (cousellor in training) and I that resulted in me taking a kid's mom aside and standing in on a conversation where my CIT accused the mom of child abuse. I can't believe that I'd forgotten about that!<BR/><BR/>Well Karla, thanks for helping me to relive a horrible experience from my childhood... Maybe I'll blog the extended version sometime later :)pathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08259653329159754898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13503809.post-1126401809998348712005-09-10T20:23:00.000-05:002005-09-10T20:23:00.000-05:00Geez, that sounds like something I'd say. I also g...Geez, that sounds like something I'd say. I also grew up in a small town, though not as small as yours. We had 92 people in my senior class. I have had people come up to me and ask me my whole life story, which I tell them. Then I just say "see ya" and walk away because I have no clue who they are.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13503809.post-1126375452881724622005-09-10T13:04:00.000-05:002005-09-10T13:04:00.000-05:00Alright, Ryan, no one likes a smartass.Oh wait. Th...Alright, Ryan, no one likes a smartass.<BR/><BR/>Oh wait. That means no one likes me. <BR/><BR/>Crap.karlahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02179619912129198718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13503809.post-1126374326470187822005-09-10T12:45:00.000-05:002005-09-10T12:45:00.000-05:00That's messed up, you should be ashamed of yoursel...That's messed up, you should be ashamed of yourself... back on the market... what kind of monster would say such a thing? Oh, I know, the kind of monster that puts babies in dryers.Ryan Franklinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14036674455231345943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13503809.post-1126296202305346002005-09-09T15:03:00.000-05:002005-09-09T15:03:00.000-05:00"any man will tell you that it's impossible to be ..."any man will tell you that it's impossible to be 'excited' and wee at the same time" - can't you just stand on your head and pee? ;)<BR/><BR/>Karla, you are hysterical! Cold, hard, uncaring and heartless, but very, very hysterical! ;) Poor guy - maybe he thought you were just trying to cheer him up? Yeah, uh, yeah! :PArctic Skipperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16142761148397989867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13503809.post-1126291831837177772005-09-09T13:50:00.000-05:002005-09-09T13:50:00.000-05:00liar!!, any man will tell you that it's impossible...liar!!, any man will tell you that it's impossible to be 'excited' and wee at the same time.....good job too, imagine the mess?Fishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07128469969498904642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13503809.post-1126290700421512832005-09-09T13:31:00.000-05:002005-09-09T13:31:00.000-05:00Oh Karla, you should compose all of your foot-in-m...Oh Karla, you should compose all of your foot-in-mouth stories, lessons you've learned, and bad mommy chronicles into a book. <BR/>You're too funny!Kikihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01115142349477432139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13503809.post-1126278966641227482005-09-09T10:16:00.000-05:002005-09-09T10:16:00.000-05:00It only took me a month or so to get over your ins...It only took me a month or so to get over your insensitive comment. It's all good.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13503809.post-1126268633796673622005-09-09T07:23:00.000-05:002005-09-09T07:23:00.000-05:00it could have been worse....but I struggle to see ...it could have been worse....but I struggle to see how, if you ever see him again maybe you could cut out the preamble and just stick a knitting needle in his groin?Fishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07128469969498904642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13503809.post-1126242479529909382005-09-09T00:07:00.000-05:002005-09-09T00:07:00.000-05:00hello karla. i have done a lot of stupid things al...hello karla. i have done a lot of stupid things also in my life. the good thing is now that i am sixty years old i forget what most of them are.mrhaneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10586934352536172818noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13503809.post-1126237426428735722005-09-08T22:43:00.000-05:002005-09-08T22:43:00.000-05:00excellent story karla and soooo well told. Im from...excellent story karla and soooo well told. Im from the city so I cant relate but your story telling skills sold me... that and the fact you actually spelled out etcetera... LOL<BR/>Okay tell us guys what we all want to know... what answer does your husband give to "Do these jeans make me look fat?"<BR/>If it works on you... as a species... we men shall make him our King!<BR/>romeyPackerPundithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03438415127655006369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13503809.post-1126222935920070252005-09-08T18:42:00.000-05:002005-09-08T18:42:00.000-05:00The guy probably didn't think of it as a foot in m...The guy probably didn't think of it as a foot in mouth thing. Honestly, you are probably stressing way more about this than it is worth. Besides, technically he IS back on the market!! I am from a small town in Southern Indiana. My graduating class had 38 in it also. It was the biggest class the school had ever had (I suppose maybe because we were baby boomers). There was one restaurant, one post office, two gas stations, one grocery/hardware/fabric store (kinda like you would see on Little House on the Prairie), one mill, several churches, one main road and no traffic light. Everyone knew every every body and every body's business.Daisyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05401667744228083776noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13503809.post-1126215810393077592005-09-08T16:43:00.000-05:002005-09-08T16:43:00.000-05:00I'm definitely California's resident foot-in-mouth...I'm definitely California's resident foot-in-mouth specialist. It's nice to know I have a Texan counterpart -- you take all the middle states, ok? I've got CA covered :)Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14988342066217077928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13503809.post-1126213617800587352005-09-08T16:06:00.000-05:002005-09-08T16:06:00.000-05:00ouch. i just had a thought though. if you learne...ouch. i just had a thought though. if you learned sign language, could you technically "put your foot in your mouth" anymore? maybe it would be, "put your fingers in your shoe" or something.ianmackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17628253075127836965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13503809.post-1126210800451829512005-09-08T15:20:00.000-05:002005-09-08T15:20:00.000-05:00I don't think people would recognize me without my...I don't think people would recognize me without my foot in my mouth. <BR/><BR/>My husband is from a small town in Missouri, 350 people small. It's called Center, the center of what is my question. We play a game as to how many minutes, yes minutes, it takes for someone to walk over after we pull up. We think they then put it in the newspaper. "Local boy brings big city wife to town and she asks where the Starbucks is and we told her that we only accept US dollars"Ritmeyerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07232701386645302612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13503809.post-1126199912595813842005-09-08T12:18:00.000-05:002005-09-08T12:18:00.000-05:00Oh, this is so, so funny. And technically, he is ...Oh, this is so, so funny. <BR/><BR/>And technically, he <I>is</I> back on the market...right?Christinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00940861777458196200noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13503809.post-1126195650519384372005-09-08T11:07:00.000-05:002005-09-08T11:07:00.000-05:00Well heck, it COULD have been true. So lighten up...Well heck, it COULD have been true. So lighten up on yourself. Or not. If you weren't making mistakes, how could we possibly find reason to laugh at you?<BR/><BR/>Isn't it nice to be good for something?OldHorsetailSnakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00865830344885164689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13503809.post-1126191438254709842005-09-08T09:57:00.000-05:002005-09-08T09:57:00.000-05:00Oh mah Gawd, I do stuff like this ALL THE TIME. An...Oh mah Gawd, I do stuff like this ALL THE TIME. And while I'm saying whatever horrifying thing it is I'm saying, I absolutely KNOW it's horrifying, and yet I can't stop saying it. I really should never leave the house.Badgerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08612452005428621885noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13503809.post-1126181336651651132005-09-08T07:08:00.000-05:002005-09-08T07:08:00.000-05:00Try not too beat yourself up too much about it Kar...Try not too beat yourself up too much about it Karla - after all, he approaches you in the street, starts chatting with you as if he knows you intimately, asking personal questions about your family, flirting with you so soon after his wife dies?! :)Miladysahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08065128196666157541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13503809.post-1126149109187520272005-09-07T22:11:00.000-05:002005-09-07T22:11:00.000-05:00Oh, that's not so bad...;)I know the small town fe...Oh, that's not so bad...<BR/><BR/>;)<BR/><BR/>I know the small town feeling... I lived in a town of 3000 in northern Iceland and everyone knew who my grandmother was, and therefore, who I was. You just always feel like you're being watched...Majahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18165064674706873733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13503809.post-1126148830189310182005-09-07T22:07:00.000-05:002005-09-07T22:07:00.000-05:00I really don't think that was so absolutely terrib...I really don't think that was so absolutely terrible, Karla. Really. The old guy probably thought you were thinking about his situation as a positive thing, and considering your youthful perspective, you were seeing his loss as an opportunity to open a new chapter in his life. (If he was thinking that's what you were thinking if he didn't know you were bullshitting.)<BR/><BR/>Maybe I'm being naive. Just another line of thinking on it. And I certainly can say all this so easily when I wasn't the one standing there tellin' the old goat to go out and get his horn wet. ;-)<BR/><BR/>So...I'll share my foot-in-mouth story. I had a French teacher in high school who was from Lyon. Real French, and real snotty all Frenchie-like. I grew up in Pennsylvania Dutch country. She married a man who had a real Pennsylvania Dutchie name: Stoltzfus. We had to call her "Madame Stoltzfus" in class. What a contradiction in a name. After I graduated high school, I had a summer job in a big-box toy retailer. I ran into her shopping there one day, looking for Barbies for her spoiled daughters. I'd heard she had married again, having divorced Mr. Dutchie Stoltzfus several years before. So here comes my foot in my mouth. I was excited to see her and catch up, and breathlessly asked her what her new married name was. She'd married a "non-Dutchie" at this point: his name was Parra. Without thinking, I exclaimed, "Oh, that's WAY better than Stoltzfus!!" <BR/><BR/>- SallyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13503809.post-1126140772504418162005-09-07T19:52:00.000-05:002005-09-07T19:52:00.000-05:0033 in my class. resort town, but samesame. sam, th...33 in my class. resort town, but samesame. sam, the butcher, has only one hand. lost it yeaaaars ago in a butchering type accident. me, finally surfacing for a sandwich about 6 months after opening my salon:<BR/><BR/>some guy: hey nita! how's business?<BR/><BR/>me: (standing at the counter in front of one handed sam) I'm busier than a one armed paper hanger....<BR/><BR/>let's get guns and we can shoot each other simultaneously...nitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13503809.post-1126136015929092482005-09-07T18:33:00.000-05:002005-09-07T18:33:00.000-05:00a) to say that I found this story hysterical would...a) to say that I found this story hysterical would be a little silly, since I find just about all of your blog hysterical. Still... HYSTERICAL.<BR/><BR/>b) You said The internet isn't big enough to hold all your tales of foot-in-mouthery. Suuuuuure it is. Come on, give it a try. I for one could listen to you make an ass of yourself all day.<BR/><BR/>c) I was waiting for a college class to start, and noticed that a girl I was kind of friends with was studying, but holding her book WAAAY close to her face. Demonstrating my amazing ability to speak without thinking, I said "Jesus, Nina, if you hold that book any closer to your face, you'll get paper cuts on your eyeballs." (Can you see where this is going?) She replied, "Excuse me for being fucking visually impaired!" Yeah. See, you're not the only dipshit with a big mouth. Not by a long shot.CommonWombathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07641027892608666495noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13503809.post-1126134094520687772005-09-07T18:01:00.000-05:002005-09-07T18:01:00.000-05:00i have said WAY worse than that. your guilt is tot...i have said WAY worse than that. your guilt is totally understandable, but i told my boss the other day (who is a very wellknown individual, very rich, very proper) that some food product was like crack. <BR/><BR/>crack.<BR/><BR/>the woman could buy my street, and i said crack.dizzy von damn!https://www.blogger.com/profile/16270966248146475879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13503809.post-1126130977586565102005-09-07T17:09:00.000-05:002005-09-07T17:09:00.000-05:00Thanks for commenting on my blog. Yours is hilari...Thanks for commenting on my blog. Yours is hilarious. Very, very funny. I'll keep reading.Little Lighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14087224422716534499noreply@blogger.com