tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394774112687604779.post5031337899611178626..comments2023-11-28T02:49:36.143-08:00Comments on SuperHotMama's House: Trading PlacesSupercool Hotmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08966917467815917909noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394774112687604779.post-42153608052725010832009-01-14T00:19:00.000-08:002009-01-14T00:19:00.000-08:00That is funny - my friends' moms always had li...That is funny - my friends' moms always had like - Cup o Noodle, Chef Boy RD (I don't even know how it's spelled!!) or Mac & Cheese, toaster waffles - things we didn't get or knew they made<BR/><BR/>- or the other extreme - Chorizo, homemade tortillas, home made shanghai egg rolls... and I was the only girl with 2 younger brothers - so I ALWAYS wanted to escape!Hollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09126071247652660428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394774112687604779.post-9444499361769402562009-01-14T00:09:00.000-08:002009-01-14T00:09:00.000-08:00we are all boobs. i never would have done that. i ...we are all boobs. i never would have done that. i could only hang a a friends house if the friend was there. other peoples families scared me. and i could never eat over. <BR/><BR/>i couldn't eat on dates either. and eating at the in laws. scarred for life.Crazymamaof6https://www.blogger.com/profile/12010784861707678433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394774112687604779.post-39155762844496546642009-01-13T23:29:00.000-08:002009-01-13T23:29:00.000-08:00By the way, my password? gusle, like you have to g...By the way, my password? gusle, like you have to gusle it down. made me giggle. just me?Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09954499890345726443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394774112687604779.post-51717448906902484122009-01-13T23:28:00.000-08:002009-01-13T23:28:00.000-08:00I loved switching houses with my friends. Eating o...I loved switching houses with my friends. Eating over was the best. I have to admit though, we kind of planned and coordinated. If we knew our parent was making something gross, we'd find the house where something yummy was being served and all go there! There was strategy I tell you! I'm super picky so this got me out of eating some nasty meals (or what I deemed to be nasty) at home. Heaven forbid I like sweet and sour chicken, lol!Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09954499890345726443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394774112687604779.post-90025379186419483072009-01-13T16:06:00.000-08:002009-01-13T16:06:00.000-08:00I was a little of both. i would never have swithce...I was a little of both. i would never have swithced without my friend, but yes for the most part I would have loved to get out of my house. <BR/>I get the picky food thing, I still have that problem I prefer to make most things so I know how it was prepared. ha ha you're so funny! I can't see you so painfully shy though, you're so not shy now. :)KATEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08521816606504248182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394774112687604779.post-7346422373232958712009-01-13T12:15:00.000-08:002009-01-13T12:15:00.000-08:00I don't think I ever would have gone with out the ...I don't think I ever would have gone with out the friend, but I defiantly preferred being places other then home.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394774112687604779.post-5698823224820114552009-01-13T05:53:00.000-08:002009-01-13T05:53:00.000-08:00this made me laugh. I am a super picky eater but I...this made me laugh. I am a super picky eater but I (even as a kid) loved liver and onions and the gizzards were alway fought over at my house. <BR/><BR/>I think I must have been braver as a child than I am now. I am much more reserved about eating other peoples food as an adult than I ever was as a child.Debehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11821762971516199082noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394774112687604779.post-43691451303380181202009-01-12T21:16:00.001-08:002009-01-12T21:16:00.001-08:00This comment has been removed by the author.Supercool Hotmamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08966917467815917909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394774112687604779.post-37241517223342456342009-01-12T21:16:00.000-08:002009-01-12T21:16:00.000-08:00Hahaha, I was just reading comments and my passwor...Hahaha, I was just reading comments and my password is BLECKI. Perfect for this post. LOL!Supercool Hotmamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08966917467815917909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394774112687604779.post-25162833179627262242009-01-12T19:02:00.000-08:002009-01-12T19:02:00.000-08:00♥ I loved going over to friends houses only if my ...♥ I loved going over to friends houses only if my friends were there though!!! I've never been served anything awful but if I'd have gotten the liver or gizzards then I would have thought twice the next time! :)Are You Serious!https://www.blogger.com/profile/13862434783436568020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394774112687604779.post-17791692367941461962009-01-12T16:44:00.000-08:002009-01-12T16:44:00.000-08:00That's bizarre. I've never heard of kids doing th...That's bizarre. I've never heard of kids doing that ~ or even WANTING to do that ~ before!<BR/><BR/>I loved going to friends' homes as a kid, but hated having them over. (only child syndrome ~ ya <I>think??!!)</I> I would have been FAR too shy, however, to go to a friend's house if she wasn't there.tammihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03803890115567631062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394774112687604779.post-6541583238912873872009-01-12T16:42:00.000-08:002009-01-12T16:42:00.000-08:00I was with you.. It was pure torture eating what m...I was with you.. It was pure torture eating what my mom prepared on Sundays (the veggies specifically) let alone playing Russian Roulette at someone elses table.Juleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14190912705897435086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394774112687604779.post-68852338953481248382009-01-12T16:16:00.000-08:002009-01-12T16:16:00.000-08:00I've never switched places with a friend...not wit...I've never switched places with a friend...not without the friend there. I'm better at eating other places now, not as picky as I used to be. But I rarely eat anywhere where people don't know my tastes or where I don't already know what we're going to eat.Jainahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05666481569069955190noreply@blogger.com