tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21226961.post7893228623157956140..comments2023-09-19T05:52:12.082-06:00Comments on Just Run: Holla!JustRunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03621925857881380555noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21226961.post-3112808476736903862007-09-30T15:34:00.000-06:002007-09-30T15:34:00.000-06:00I hear ya on the 12 million things to do and thing...I hear ya on the 12 million things to do and things that have been going on. It's hard to even create a post that can attempt to encompass any of the 20-hour days that I've been putting in. Assuming I had the time to do so.<BR/><BR/>Congrats on the moment of learning btw. I'm still waiting for that - hopefully before my accounting midterm next week...OChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07033201122473215558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21226961.post-3487455475235770342007-09-28T12:00:00.000-06:002007-09-28T12:00:00.000-06:00I wanted to tell you that Magoo and I were out wal...I wanted to tell you that Magoo and I were out walking last night and some guy honked his horn and hollered at us!annehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15439772399487069107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21226961.post-64642372882675762242007-09-27T22:49:00.000-06:002007-09-27T22:49:00.000-06:00Ah, the "holla". What on earth makes them do that...Ah, the "holla". What on earth makes them do that? I get it all the time when running or walking around town. Even out on the trail where the highway isn't all that close they still honk and yell. Sometimes I just stop and stare at them with that "What's wrong with you, I'm a grandmother!" look. Ten years ago it might have been reassuring. Now it is just silly.Database Divahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09439420879585470453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21226961.post-87338841553902322762007-09-27T22:22:00.000-06:002007-09-27T22:22:00.000-06:00Goodness, the last time I got a "holla" it was my ...Goodness, the last time I got a "holla" it was my own husband driving by...Backofpackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13779487553272296752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21226961.post-75432972712683433482007-09-27T21:40:00.000-06:002007-09-27T21:40:00.000-06:00Oooo a door opening yolla, yet! That's worth extr...Oooo a door opening yolla, yet! That's worth extra points!Barbara Bruederlinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14476249934930666695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21226961.post-76583156604171981662007-09-27T20:49:00.000-06:002007-09-27T20:49:00.000-06:00I turn 40 this year. Any attention is good attenti...I turn 40 this year. Any attention is good attention. Pathetic, I know. Found you via Egan!Diane Mandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00059365308496711788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21226961.post-51519397784166631632007-09-27T19:25:00.000-06:002007-09-27T19:25:00.000-06:00That's classic! i was laughing so hard ;)That's classic! i was laughing so hard ;)Appletinihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02706942630505602610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21226961.post-68415584826985239272007-09-27T15:00:00.000-06:002007-09-27T15:00:00.000-06:00The man of your dreams, right!? Ewww...The man of your dreams, right!? Ewww...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21226961.post-83495809668899836812007-09-27T14:43:00.000-06:002007-09-27T14:43:00.000-06:00Look at you girl, getting all this attention while...Look at you girl, getting all this attention while running. I can picture all of this going down. Women never do this to guys, I now know why.<BR/><BR/>I whistled at my neighbor today. Not because she looked cute in her running outfit, but because she was wearing her bath robe while rounding up their unruly dog.eganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03783658744477659987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21226961.post-17116961935928938242007-09-27T13:25:00.000-06:002007-09-27T13:25:00.000-06:00Oh, that's just so much fun...I love the yells and...Oh, that's just so much fun...I love the yells and whistles when I'm running down the street, sweat dripping, hair in a pony tail looking like I'm about to die...yeah, I'm so smoking then. <BR/><BR/>I hate when the stupid teen boys thinking they are being funny honk their horn, when they are coming up behind you...it scares the crap about of me! I'm so ready to chase them down and beat them for it...:)Daniellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17638725150045549860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21226961.post-16716662976430341062007-09-27T11:37:00.000-06:002007-09-27T11:37:00.000-06:00Classy guy...Classy guy...Joehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03602182138078986641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21226961.post-51345262844700137012007-09-27T11:14:00.000-06:002007-09-27T11:14:00.000-06:00hahaha....now that's funny. I had the same happen ...hahaha....now that's funny. I had the same happen a few weeks back walking down the street. When I told a friend of mine that a group of pimply boys with no facial hair was yelling obscenities at me he says..."well, you are officially a MILF."<BR/><BR/>Ya great...a title I have been striving for apparently. NOT!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21226961.post-85554525363147830982007-09-27T11:12:00.000-06:002007-09-27T11:12:00.000-06:00I hear ya, oh do I hear ya. That is in relation to...I hear ya, oh do I hear ya. That is in relation to the first part - sice I am not so much the runner!annehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15439772399487069107noreply@blogger.com