tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327382592404863779.post316282615915075890..comments2008-10-13T20:55:54.074-05:00Expat mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17798190669591053390expatchicago@gmail.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327382592404863779.post-1640891196440167812008-10-13T20:55:00.000-05:002008-10-13T20:55:00.000-05:00That is hilarious-- like totally love the teenage girl one!Florida Girl In Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16551259120717710718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327382592404863779.post-82849548861362787532008-10-09T16:54:00.000-05:002008-10-09T16:54:00.000-05:00I could identify with all of those conversations, especially the teenage boy one - thankfully long gone. The husband one was rather harder to recall as it was so long ago. M :-)A Mother's Place is in the Wronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12383766405951386903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327382592404863779.post-45873526124218463532008-10-02T08:05:00.000-05:002008-10-02T08:05:00.000-05:00Oh, but then there's Talk Like a Cat Day: Where's my dinner? Where's my toys? Where's my breakfast? Where's my snack"...I don't want to get up, I'm SLEEPING...<BR/><BR/>Okay, so it could just as easily be "talk like a kid day"...<BR/>SandiSandi McBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09033518416111957858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327382592404863779.post-26184821901350776632008-10-01T09:39:00.000-05:002008-10-01T09:39:00.000-05:00Yo ho ho. How about talk like an 18 month old who's off sick from nursery day: <BR/><BR/>want a drink?<BR/>No!<BR/><BR/>want to go to sleep in your bed?<BR/>No!<BR/><BR/>want to play with your toys?<BR/>No!<BR/><BR/>and repeat on loop cycle, for 48 hours, while clinging to mother's legs.<BR/><BR/>(By the way, it's actually valley girl here, have decided to 'upgrade' my name!)nappy valley girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10788949037047084412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327382592404863779.post-24376650147785637772008-10-01T07:57:00.000-05:002008-10-01T07:57:00.000-05:00This was hilarious. I'm all for some new International Days. I think talk like your teenage boy could be interchanged with talk to your dad on the phone...Mom/Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00377035506718286960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327382592404863779.post-26465960248434341192008-09-30T18:42:00.000-05:002008-09-30T18:42:00.000-05:00Showing my ignorance here - but I had to go and look up "Avast"!Expat mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17798190669591053390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327382592404863779.post-6257885032241996692008-09-30T17:28:00.000-05:002008-09-30T17:28:00.000-05:00Avast, me arties.david mcmahonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18009095220051075552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327382592404863779.post-47943377282156762252008-09-29T22:27:00.000-05:002008-09-29T22:27:00.000-05:00Shiver me timbers, what a great post. LOL<BR/><BR/>Who the hell wants to talk like a pirate anyway?Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05580238510653563817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327382592404863779.post-3260991011883027412008-09-29T17:16:00.000-05:002008-09-29T17:16:00.000-05:00Hahaha loved your international days expatmum! they were far better than the talk like a pirate day, which sounds so ridiculous! <BR/>I guess offices were full of 40 something year old guys quoting things like "Aye Jimlad!" that day!® ♫ The Brit ♪ ®http://www.blogger.com/profile/07774871861232164725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327382592404863779.post-18957032884406144042008-09-29T15:25:00.000-05:002008-09-29T15:25:00.000-05:00Well, that's a relief - the brats thing, that is. I had visions of plastic dolls being roasted all over Chicago... (which, in itself, would be no bad thing, but probably wouldn't go too well with your salad).Potty Mummyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04751869800592294891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327382592404863779.post-65882947809512931412008-09-29T15:16:00.000-05:002008-09-29T15:16:00.000-05:00Extracting conversation out of a male teenager on the phone is always my favorite pastime. I count it as a personal triumph if I manage to get a sentence of more than four words on any individual call.britoutofwaterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09021559187679807322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327382592404863779.post-91706377275834591722008-09-29T10:22:00.000-05:002008-09-29T10:22:00.000-05:00Never mind talk like a MIL day, what about Talk Like Your Mother Day... 'When I saw the colour of your hair, I thought 'Oh dear!', 'If you stopped drinking and lost the beergut, you'd be lovely...' Hmn, think I will stick to talking like grumpy, middle-aged woman... 'Where's my nice life?'ChrisHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03741359642268813093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327382592404863779.post-8959621682451098992008-09-29T09:29:00.000-05:002008-09-29T09:29:00.000-05:00Coffee - be right over.<BR/>Tara - good one. My friend wrote a book called M.I.L.D.E.W (Mothers In Law Do Everything Wrong.) I think I will ask her permission to post some of the stories from it.Expat mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17798190669591053390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327382592404863779.post-65274579547764152032008-09-29T08:48:00.000-05:002008-09-29T08:48:00.000-05:00Some fine research there Expatmum!<BR/><BR/>What about Talk Like a Mother-in-Law day?<BR/>"Did you not fancy making an effort today?" when you've spent 2 hours doing yourself up.<BR/>"Did you have to let the cleaner go?" as she wipes a finger along the top of the nearest picture frame.Tara@From Dawn Till Ruskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01124513427678555863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327382592404863779.post-37503921643479740142008-09-29T07:49:00.000-05:002008-09-29T07:49:00.000-05:00Brats being short for bratwurst, I believe. And you'd fit right in over here in your PJs. It's what all the mums wear to take their kids to school. By the way, I've tagged you (harr!).wakeupandsmellthecoffeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04602735058278146250noreply@blogger.com