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The fear of accidental diarrhea is real; I appreciate his candor!

No offense intended but I notice that you often capitalize the word state. Why is that?

Back in the 70s, we had this awesome cat named Snowball. She had a litter of kittens and kept them in the firewood stack outside our house. One day, the neighbor's dog-a boxer named Baron-came over and started head butting the stack to get at the kittens. Snowball comes running around the corner, jumps on this huge

Four minutes on an elevator?!

Fair enough. I was a brat then, too so perhaps I should have written "didn't" appreciate women. I don't know him and he may be completely fine now.

Same with Gosling.

His own comments are what make it seem like he doesn't appreciate women.

I have heard the same thing. Aww, we loved him in the 80s.

Hell yes.

I lived down the street from the Haas family in Austin. Years ago: 1987-89. One day, their psycho dog ran out in front of my car during a big family party and I hit it (really just tapped it). Freaking, I got out of the car and grabbed the dog. Everyone came running up while I apologized. Lukas was probably in his

and should you ever decide to have children, you have plenty of time. I had my son when I was almost 36 and I am glad I waited. :-)

Look at the thumbnail of the person holding the picture. Ewww.

No apologies needed. I'm impressed that you have the strength to grab your life back and the candor to share it with everyone. Pay attention to your insight; it sounds like it is serving you well right now. Good luck.

Avoid baseball; it's the worst.

I'm so sorry. Why are they soul-crushing: is it their personalities or just the loss of your old life?

That's why babysitters were invented.

Yeah, I have an 11-year old and my husband and I have always had a really nice social life, plus our son is becoming more and more autonomous so it's all getting easier. He's a peach but a parent is still on 24/7.

I always say that one should only have children when the need to is overwhelming. Anything less than that isn't enough.

I'm sure I have said or felt this emotion every so often (have one son who rocks) and become livid when parents pressure non-parents into having children-or shame them, I should say. As with everything, there is a balance: sometimes (mostly) it is wonderful being a parent and sometimes it is exhausting to the point of

I got into the Beatles right around the time John was killed-I was 14-and I knew then that they would always be number one for me. Since then, I developed a taste for jazz and adore many other bands but they are still 'home' for me. We're seeing Paul in concert for the third time in June and it doesn't feel corny or