tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9071145879112688737.post649773335851483915..comments2023-05-30T11:01:35.048+01:00Comments on The Gym Isn't Working: Boys are different. They just are.Lothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15949068764211292370noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9071145879112688737.post-77388659344617553832010-04-26T22:06:11.344+01:002010-04-26T22:06:11.344+01:00Another mysterious post. Never seen "IJ"...Another mysterious post. Never seen "IJ". Must catch up with popular culture some time. Now, I'd understand a "Coronation Street" reference. Any good?Pam https://www.blogger.com/profile/12641269043817163165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9071145879112688737.post-33326809747497851522010-04-26T17:37:30.840+01:002010-04-26T17:37:30.840+01:00Wow, boys really are different from girls. I woul...Wow, boys really are different from girls. I would NEVER have figured out how he hurt himself with the belt.Jennifer (Jen on the Edge)https://www.blogger.com/profile/11334111687109555812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9071145879112688737.post-88881663352464375422010-04-26T17:12:34.718+01:002010-04-26T17:12:34.718+01:00If it is any consolation, some girls do this too. ...If it is any consolation, some girls do this too. My sister was the Head Wound Queen in our house (mostly by falling off or running into walls). Though the bro did split his head open once, by playing a game involving jumping out from behind the sitting-room curtains. He misjudged things and leapt head-first into the coffee table. Guess who he was playing this fine game with? (Hint: not me.)<br /><br />I like to think I am more cautious, but I may just be luckier.Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14530845147391401083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9071145879112688737.post-34076603383369432862010-04-26T16:46:25.302+01:002010-04-26T16:46:25.302+01:00Girls make no sense either, if that helps. Which i...Girls make no sense either, if that helps. Which is why you have to cut your fringe off with scissors to play at Cinderella.The Coffee Ladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06686044352290845905noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9071145879112688737.post-52456866331924458172010-04-26T16:33:45.685+01:002010-04-26T16:33:45.685+01:00I use 'bleeding like billy-o' too. And po...I use 'bleeding like billy-o' too. And poor FB. <br /><br />Yeah, males are different. Every morning my male puts on his pants, does up the button and his belt and THEN puts on his shirt, undoes the belt and button, tucks in the shirt and redoes the button and belt. I have never been able to understand why.MARY Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13178370815712313585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9071145879112688737.post-13394694950637654102010-04-26T01:05:22.914+01:002010-04-26T01:05:22.914+01:00I was thinking "Braveheart", but Indy wi...I was thinking "Braveheart", but Indy will do.<br />Yes, boys are different. They just are!Maribethhttp://www.dackelprincess.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9071145879112688737.post-22692608086517193622010-04-25T22:56:55.280+01:002010-04-25T22:56:55.280+01:00What's a billy-o?? And why does it bleed so mu...What's a billy-o?? And why does it bleed so much? I have 3 younger brothers and every kid I ever babysat, except one, was a boy, so I was all prepared and psyched to deal with whatever my son would throw at me. Surprisingly, I had a girl instead.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com