tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219702198472881195.post4590018185449516425..comments2011-08-30T00:41:49.983-07:00Comments on chaos in the wake of his death: brokenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06253260660634699853noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219702198472881195.post-42643778673322662062008-11-19T05:48:00.000-08:002008-11-19T05:48:00.000-08:00did you really want to make me cry so early? I ha...did you really want to make me cry so early? I haven't checked here in the longest and for some reason I did this morning. Right when I'm coming to terms with Ryan and I not having any of our own...then I read this and know it's true...any man can be a father, but it takes someone so damn special to be a daddy and leave his mark on his kids no matter how he got them...I feel the same pride (and irritation sometimes) when I see Ry's traits in my son and even sometimes the girls...I wish I would have know you were stuck on that song. I have the cd in my van! Let me know if you need to make use of the tall skinny dude to help with gutters. He is available for rent -- very cheap!<BR/><BR/>xoxo<BR/>MelAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219702198472881195.post-69558161308222206012008-11-19T04:02:00.000-08:002008-11-19T04:02:00.000-08:00I hate Steve Miller and his pansy ass band.especia...I hate Steve Miller and his pansy ass band.<BR/><BR/>especially when they sing that song "really like your apples (or is it peaches? either way it SUX) wanna shake your tree" garbage. <BR/><BR/>HOT GARBAGEsayahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06872505447181727708noreply@blogger.com