tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11092846300385497.post1897665169200674873..comments2009-04-27T23:44:35.213-07:00Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13457358003310767865noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11092846300385497.post-45445959117162205772009-04-27T23:44:00.000-07:002009-04-27T23:44:00.000-07:00Hey, Anonymous... is that ghost town Gilmore? If so, I've been to that folk music goodness. Wow. :)Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13243554151004543434noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11092846300385497.post-77485757487984386252009-03-28T09:02:00.000-07:002009-03-28T09:02:00.000-07:00My wife's (was at the time girlfriend) family has a interesting little family get together in idaho every year... her family owns a ghost town where they all get to gether and show off thier..... roots... they play folk music and (the non mo's) get wasted... its scared the living daylights out of me... eventually I decided that we could get married but only if we could be the outcasts of the family that never go to the reunion.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11092846300385497.post-86573465287572811892009-03-24T15:10:00.000-07:002009-03-24T15:10:00.000-07:00I met my wife's parents pretty much near the day that we got married and had no problem whatsoever...my wife who is Brazilian met my parents after we'd been married about a year and change...I'd have it no other way...it was always about us..and not so much about either of them...nothing against her parents or my own...but the relationship is ours..and I am glad that neither got cold feet because of the in laws..winterman93http://www.blogger.com/profile/01027682444446845803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11092846300385497.post-74339933376153163062009-03-22T12:36:00.000-07:002009-03-22T12:36:00.000-07:00I just spent the last 45 minutes (some would say wasted) browsing through your blog. I enjoyed every 0.01 seconds of it. Thanks for making a day and type away.Nicole Roundyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15588698791007725742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11092846300385497.post-19716910620549241782009-03-21T19:31:00.000-07:002009-03-21T19:31:00.000-07:00Plus the trip involves going to Calgary. Of course her parents are messed up! They're cousins!<BR/><BR/>*banjo music*Dan Lokhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03977727226830153230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11092846300385497.post-49584529487490107362009-03-20T14:09:00.000-07:002009-03-20T14:09:00.000-07:00whymormonguyzstaysingle<BR/><BR/>WILL NEVER BE AS FUNNY AS THIS BLOG<BR/><BR/>so suck itAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11092846300385497.post-15373861644553880132009-03-20T10:11:00.000-07:002009-03-20T10:11:00.000-07:00you've got some competition.<BR/>http://whymormonguyzstaysingle.blogspot.com/Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11092846300385497.post-64767065399396406772009-03-20T07:38:00.000-07:002009-03-20T07:38:00.000-07:00Hannah- Creative? Really? I feel like I've heard all of the ideas in the last four posts before, in random conversations with equally witty and confused Mormon guys. PP, step it up. Bring some new insights please- preferrably stuff you've seen on girls lately that worked for you. Just one tiny break from, "you do this wrong, you looks stupid when you do this, no intetlligent girl does this," etc. Thank you!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11092846300385497.post-56363173529902511962009-03-19T19:15:00.000-07:002009-03-19T19:15:00.000-07:00Hmm... I once met a guy's parents when we had been dating for just a little over a week. He invited me to his sister's birthday party. Also, I once met a guy's parents on our first date. <BR/><BR/>The knife cuts both ways, mi amigo.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11092846300385497.post-55885496517929163282009-03-19T10:18:00.000-07:002009-03-19T10:18:00.000-07:00Dusting off the cobwebs flirting mom slayed me. I think you've met my mom. It's painfully embarrassing in the moment but after the fact a good laugh. Good thing my husband wasn't deterred at the time. He's pretty brave.Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00820581011156578435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11092846300385497.post-80931120352893594202009-03-18T22:16:00.000-07:002009-03-18T22:16:00.000-07:00I LOVE LOVE LOVE your blog. Keep up the creative work!!hannahshirleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13897479726981912978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11092846300385497.post-54170365068365197852009-03-18T18:41:00.000-07:002009-03-18T18:41:00.000-07:00Genius.<BR/>Ah yeah.Levihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00963260866282507061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11092846300385497.post-46229558206569184372009-03-18T13:24:00.000-07:002009-03-18T13:24:00.000-07:00I want to teach your blog in Relief Society....Andy Lou Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13253495503008686154noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11092846300385497.post-215012229834499022009-03-18T08:50:00.000-07:002009-03-18T08:50:00.000-07:00Wow apparently I am pretty lucky to have the family I have. When guys would meet my family it always made me seem much better! haha. I have 6 bros, and they usually got along with the guys I brought home. One of the reasons my husband married me is because my family is so awesome! haha. Plus my mom is pretty darn good looking! haha. Although...I didn't meet his family until after we were engaged...so there is def. truth to this...just not pertaining to my family. Love it!Brittnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11092846300385497.post-4658542325725418882009-03-18T07:28:00.000-07:002009-03-18T07:28:00.000-07:00When were you in my room? My canopy bed is long gone (or maybe just in the attic) and my bubble gum pink walls were whitewashed my senoir year of HS, just like the day I left it...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11092846300385497.post-19643734811826869892009-03-18T03:53:00.000-07:002009-03-18T03:53:00.000-07:00What about the fact that once Jake sees Heather's mother (and Heather's future), he may not want to see Heather anymore?<BR/><BR/>How could you miss this most obvious part of meeting the parents?<BR/><BR/>You're slipping, P.P.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11092846300385497.post-84919704755894981502009-03-17T23:28:00.000-07:002009-03-17T23:28:00.000-07:00My sister's boyfriend had a "special dream" while he stayed the week at our house.CarlosBoozernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11092846300385497.post-36969746226673336072009-03-17T23:24:00.000-07:002009-03-17T23:24:00.000-07:00Oh my, so true. Nothing like Daddy pulling out Momma's Mafia family to scare someone completely out of your life. Nice job guys!Brennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05912655911636433056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11092846300385497.post-45332587200815612172009-03-17T20:55:00.000-07:002009-03-17T20:55:00.000-07:00i live in edmonton!neemdawgnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11092846300385497.post-81052065335728633142009-03-17T19:17:00.000-07:002009-03-17T19:17:00.000-07:00"Every family has a crazy."<BR/><BR/>So true. lol<BR/><BR/>Also I too liked the old layout better.Lauren Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07802150273711265558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11092846300385497.post-76108782278597103882009-03-17T18:43:00.000-07:002009-03-17T18:43:00.000-07:00you might want to consider your actions as to branding your page in congruence with the church website. <BR/><BR/>- fine line of misrepresentationAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11092846300385497.post-79407537790772826512009-03-17T15:26:00.000-07:002009-03-17T15:26:00.000-07:00oh this one was GOOD! sooo true and funny. i agree with loriann and nate, my family will NOT be meeting my boyfriend and we are not going to "my" house for holidays, we will make out own. <BR/><BR/>and yes i said bf. no husband. <BR/><BR/><BR/>p.s. hell isn't a curse word.Laurenhttp://steimleloveswright.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11092846300385497.post-7293863528995210742009-03-17T15:00:00.000-07:002009-03-17T15:00:00.000-07:00While a disagree with a lot of your posts, this one is so close to true.........I can't decide whether to laugh or cry. Laugh, definitely laugh.The Crazy Coxeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04143173109964647936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11092846300385497.post-29591995454507924032009-03-17T13:29:00.000-07:002009-03-17T13:29:00.000-07:00LoriAnn I couldn't have put it better myself and Eloping is the only way to wed. Then my 14 siblings(yeah 14 I'm not exaggerating) can't tell me and her everything reason why not to get married. And if her family is anything like mine I will never be approved by any Mormon girls dad. I watch Rated PG-13 movies for crying out loud and to top it off I don't see Hell and a curse word.Nate Huntsmannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11092846300385497.post-34060415351155962122009-03-17T13:19:00.000-07:002009-03-17T13:19:00.000-07:00Oh oh oh yes this is true. Before Jake knew Heather's name her parents knew about him, or at least her mother. The indoctrination of little mormon girls about marriage is fine line between eternal love and crazy obsession. Once the boy has kissed the girl many girls want to meet his parents. <BR/>Under no circumstance will any boy meet my family until after we are wed, otherwise any person would run screaming, trust me. All of my married siblings eloped for one reason, kin. Until then I remain an orphaned only child.LoriAnnnoreply@blogger.com