tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199397575911294318.post7292091286128133178..comments2024-03-25T10:28:53.317-05:00Comments on Baking in a Tornado: Aloe and Snowflakes: Use Your WordsKaren BakingInATornadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04908944310611937600noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199397575911294318.post-42285249776377342412018-07-17T08:30:04.176-05:002018-07-17T08:30:04.176-05:00Ooh, blame it on the father, I like that. I'm ...Ooh, blame it on the father, I like that. I'm going to do that too.Karen BakingInATornadohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04908944310611937600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199397575911294318.post-64142688595038443282018-07-16T23:13:56.078-05:002018-07-16T23:13:56.078-05:00This will be my kid. And all i can say is i might ...This will be my kid. And all i can say is i might not be the modt organized person but I *am* clean--I clean up a couple times a day--so I blame it on hos father.Jenniy Frenchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04902332589392779881noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199397575911294318.post-50942514816990051422018-07-15T15:18:05.920-05:002018-07-15T15:18:05.920-05:00I'm not giving away my secret but I will say t...I'm not giving away my secret but I will say this, there is a correlation between the number of glasses of wine and the level of long term traumatization.Karen BakingInATornadohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04908944310611937600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199397575911294318.post-56254436752911461852018-07-15T06:13:17.895-05:002018-07-15T06:13:17.895-05:00This is a mystery I'm confronted with, too: On...This is a mystery I'm confronted with, too: On one hand you have this bright, intelligent kid who does well at school, graduates successfully from college (in my case 4th grade), and on the other hand they seem barely capable of surviving in this hands-on everyday world and keep track of their stuff? <br />So my question to you: along with that bagel, how many glasses of wine did you have on unpacking day..?<br />Tamarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06945984135731336978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199397575911294318.post-37319737752885486332018-07-13T17:17:44.018-05:002018-07-13T17:17:44.018-05:00Yes. I unpacked all his clothes into drawers, one ...Yes. I unpacked all his clothes into drawers, one for underwear, one for shorts, one for collared shirts, one for t-shirts, one for bathing suits . . . Went up there today and everything is everywhere. Karen BakingInATornadohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04908944310611937600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199397575911294318.post-63425096045509593112018-07-13T16:48:10.397-05:002018-07-13T16:48:10.397-05:00Great job on using my words, but oh how i feel you...Great job on using my words, but oh how i feel your pain! We moved our middle son in May...he was "packed" as well. NOT at all and yes, garbage for days. I was in shock. This is NOT how he was raised, worse than any cave, or stick building you've ever seen. I had him packed and unpacked, cleaned and organized. But I guarantee you if I were to go to his new place...2 months later, now, it would be the same. SMH and wondering where I went wrong.Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03215542444229937948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199397575911294318.post-61137069337620958882018-07-13T16:23:58.779-05:002018-07-13T16:23:58.779-05:00Good to know they survived a disorganized daughter...Good to know they survived a disorganized daughter, maybe that means there's hope for me surviving my son.Karen BakingInATornadohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04908944310611937600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199397575911294318.post-43371324767112081802018-07-13T15:17:31.633-05:002018-07-13T15:17:31.633-05:00There was a moment when TQ and I were visiting my ...There was a moment when TQ and I were visiting my folks for my dad's 80th birthday in May when I looked at him and shook my head and said "I don't know how two such organized and tidy people had me." Must be a recessive gene somewhere, I am simply no good at keeping things neat. :(<br /> bonniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04794351142636136626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199397575911294318.post-44215937907790339892018-07-13T12:59:44.768-05:002018-07-13T12:59:44.768-05:00One box? I bow to his superiority!One box? I bow to his superiority!Karen BakingInATornadohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04908944310611937600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199397575911294318.post-29906745165192436582018-07-13T12:50:57.925-05:002018-07-13T12:50:57.925-05:00With one single exception, all my kids are neatnes...With one single exception, all my kids are neatness freaks like me. They all stare askance at their sister who . . . isn't. And when these minimalists move anywhere, they pare down and pare down. Our middle son who lives alone literally takes one box to move anywhere. It makes Mama so proud! :)Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199397575911294318.post-6105441710976687412018-07-13T10:29:32.505-05:002018-07-13T10:29:32.505-05:00I try to drag them along with me, but you can see ...I try to drag them along with me, but you can see how successful I've been {{sigh}}.Karen BakingInATornadohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04908944310611937600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4199397575911294318.post-65785499029923776592018-07-13T10:18:53.380-05:002018-07-13T10:18:53.380-05:00Oh the joys of having almost-adult sons! It used t...Oh the joys of having almost-adult sons! It used to drive me crazy! Even my daughter is unorganized I don't know where they get that hubby and I are insanely organized...okay hubby is and he drags the rest of us along with him!Renahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14882680189860873105noreply@blogger.com