tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048726941985148264.post5371235896725750769..comments2023-05-20T08:41:39.828-05:00Comments on jessclark.tv: Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562412026738756677noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048726941985148264.post-31375791759210891732007-08-07T12:45:00.000-05:002007-08-07T12:45:00.000-05:00busting the nekkid...that's funnyand frist twice i...busting the nekkid...<br><br><br>that's funny<br><br>and frist twice in one day......y'all are slackin'!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048726941985148264.post-4661319560365927362007-08-07T13:24:00.000-05:002007-08-07T13:24:00.000-05:00okay so that font is bigger and darker... no?okay so that font is bigger and darker... no?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048726941985148264.post-5560095456162830812007-08-07T14:57:00.000-05:002007-08-07T14:57:00.000-05:00some better, but i'm still squinting, and i'm not ...some better, but i'm still squinting, and i'm not oldAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048726941985148264.post-74399535034010023252007-08-07T15:07:00.000-05:002007-08-07T15:07:00.000-05:00no slakin' here kiddohmmkids don't like bedtimetha...no slakin' here kiddo<br><br>hmm<br><br>kids don't like bedtime<br><br>that's a bummer<br><br>do you read to them at bedtime<br><br>say to them, "now little ones, get your jammies on & hop into bed then i will read you a fun story"<br><br>they should get excited about that<br><br>especially if you read dr seussAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048726941985148264.post-27333241382049345872007-08-07T15:08:00.000-05:002007-08-07T15:08:00.000-05:00oh yeah,one more thingyou must use funny voices fo...oh yeah,one more thing<br><br>you must use funny voices for the different characters as you read to themAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048726941985148264.post-86986069593230252132007-08-07T15:09:00.000-05:002007-08-07T15:09:00.000-05:00hey clammyhow do I hire your hubby to do lawn stuf...hey clammy<br>how do I hire your hubby to do lawn stuff? I read on your blog that he started a biznessAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048726941985148264.post-78111789101319533562007-08-07T15:10:00.002-05:002007-08-07T15:10:00.002-05:00Yeah, but then they scream when the story's over.....Yeah, but then they scream when the story's over...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048726941985148264.post-684835274859980232007-08-07T15:10:00.001-05:002007-08-07T15:10:00.001-05:00you could even dress up funnykids of all ages like...you could even dress up funny<br><br>kids of all ages like that<br><br>especially r2 - he will dig itAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048726941985148264.post-55323576258211349012007-08-07T15:10:00.000-05:002007-08-07T15:10:00.000-05:00if they scream you tell them no more story timetha...if they scream you tell them no more story time<br><br>that's the end of thatAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048726941985148264.post-28640324379778623332007-08-07T15:12:00.000-05:002007-08-07T15:12:00.000-05:00jess, email melisbeth.rogers@gmail.comjess, email me<br><br>lisbeth.rogers@gmail.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048726941985148264.post-54395601127597017212007-08-07T15:13:00.000-05:002007-08-07T15:13:00.000-05:00then I'm back where I started... thanks for the ad...then I'm back where I started... thanks for the advice! LOLAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048726941985148264.post-919644222452236622007-08-07T15:14:00.000-05:002007-08-07T15:14:00.000-05:00he-mailed yahe-mailed yaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048726941985148264.post-26508342162808553752007-08-07T15:36:00.000-05:002007-08-07T15:36:00.000-05:00well, yes, you would be back to where you weregee ...well, yes, you would be back to where you were<br><br>gee whiz my kids loved bedtime<br>they looked forward to story time<br>they never fussed at bedtime so i don't really have any other advice to give<br><br>sorry<br><br>you poor poor thing<br>(strokes jess' forhead while saying poor poor thing)<br><br>ok that is it<br>no more pity<br>you are on your own nowAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048726941985148264.post-51901011899697065852007-08-07T15:42:00.000-05:002007-08-07T15:42:00.000-05:00angelagif one of those anonomi is you, please emai...angelag<br><br>if one of those anonomi is you, please email me.....<br>lisbeth.rogers@gmail.com<br><br>i need to ask you a professional question, and i don't remember your email addresAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048726941985148264.post-41603392594782313382007-08-07T15:53:00.000-05:002007-08-07T15:53:00.000-05:00mailed ya backmailed ya backAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048726941985148264.post-85362112253453490192007-08-07T16:17:00.000-05:002007-08-07T16:17:00.000-05:00You could always threaten them with a butcher knif...You could always threaten them with a butcher knife. Not that know if it works or not.... I've just heard things.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048726941985148264.post-72452716288785155942007-08-07T16:21:00.000-05:002007-08-07T16:21:00.000-05:00Really, Keith had a VERY hard time going to sleep ...Really, Keith had a VERY hard time going to sleep on his own. Now we put on the PJs, brush his teeth, take him in his room and read a couple short stories. Then say tell him it's sleepy time.... time to lay down with blue bear (his bear), lay him down, and walk out. No more crying, just hear him moving around till he's comfy, and then he's asleeps.<br><br>I'd say more, but I'm between presentations I'm doing today, so maybe more later.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048726941985148264.post-70922021471314438662007-08-07T16:24:00.000-05:002007-08-07T16:24:00.000-05:00man, you should have the advice columnman, <i>you</i> should have the advice columnAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048726941985148264.post-59991468938314749202007-08-07T16:26:00.000-05:002007-08-07T16:26:00.000-05:00ya, mr. rudeypants: )ya, mr. rudeypants<br>: )Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048726941985148264.post-43928772179976700022007-08-07T16:39:00.000-05:002007-08-07T16:39:00.000-05:00mr. rudeypants?I'm not giving any names, but some ...mr. rudeypants?<br><br>I'm not giving any names, but some female who lives under the same roof as I will be in trouble when I get home. <br><br>Time for the presentation.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048726941985148264.post-24528780545456466212007-08-07T17:17:00.000-05:002007-08-07T17:17:00.000-05:00so.how 'bout those astros!so.<br><br>how 'bout those astros!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048726941985148264.post-34525473242714421002007-08-07T17:38:00.000-05:002007-08-07T17:38:00.000-05:00im not angelag or whoeversorry happybut i could em...im not angelag or whoever<br><br>sorry happy<br><br>but i could email you if you want me too<br><br>roflolAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048726941985148264.post-66367998421900097072007-08-07T20:42:00.000-05:002007-08-07T20:42:00.000-05:00narfnarfAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048726941985148264.post-64088802911431916652007-08-07T22:32:00.000-05:002007-08-07T22:32:00.000-05:00i'm tryin to apply a new pic...sorry for the one t...i'm tryin to apply a new pic...<br><br>sorry for the one there>>><br><br>you gotta have priorities!!!<br><br>i remember bed times... there were never enough of them...and no one wanted to sleep at the same time...<br><br>i needed MORE naps than all of my young kiddoes...<br><br>so, i'd gather them around me... girls with books and dolls with hairbrushes...and jeremiah with small toys and rolling massage animals...<br>and they'd sit on the back of my bed...and talk and laugh and entertain themselves while i snored...<br><br>once, jeremiah was rolling a wooden elephant massage tool on my lower legs... up and down he'd roll... i would be laying, lying, lieing on my stomach, and he'd roll that elephant from my toes, up to my knees and then back down again... anyway, one day, at nap time... he announced... mind you, he was 5 years old...<br><br>he said...<br><br>"mom, those aren't calves.... THOSE ARE COWS!!!"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048726941985148264.post-9127053749168505862007-08-07T22:34:00.000-05:002007-08-07T22:34:00.000-05:00when j bird was 4, he slowly pulled my socks off (...when j bird was 4, he slowly pulled my socks off (at my request) and, as i was sitting on the couch, he took a sock and began a routine that he performed quite skillfully. he took the sock, and slid it down between my toes...between each of the toes... and slowly announced when i questioned "what are you doing?"... <br><br>he said "i'm flossing your toes..."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com