tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559861853360473818.post5086885381286124602..comments2023-05-22T03:58:27.214-04:00Comments on Bad Parenting Moments: Pardon me, New York!/How My Shoes Tried To Kill Me.BadParentingMomentshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00029703381098618823noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559861853360473818.post-40439775247690173932013-01-30T09:15:19.423-05:002013-01-30T09:15:19.423-05:00They really weren't. No one has written as son...They really weren't. No one has written as song about a pair of boots that were made for sitting around eating expensive eggs. I'm going to get on that. Thank you for reading, Nina! xoBadParentingMomentshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00029703381098618823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559861853360473818.post-31040530232132679772013-01-30T09:14:16.686-05:002013-01-30T09:14:16.686-05:00It was such a short trip, but, I will be back in F...It was such a short trip, but, I will be back in February. Would LOVE to see you then. I'll wear appropriate footwear and you can teach me how to be a New Yorker. BadParentingMomentshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00029703381098618823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559861853360473818.post-63087810323475472802013-01-30T09:11:59.875-05:002013-01-30T09:11:59.875-05:00Did you like how I blamed it on the shoes knowing ...Did you like how I blamed it on the shoes knowing full well that I am the clumsiest person in our family?BadParentingMomentshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00029703381098618823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559861853360473818.post-38577350372524387562013-01-30T09:11:24.613-05:002013-01-30T09:11:24.613-05:00Holy shizz. You are the Macgyver of footwear. I bo...Holy shizz. You are the Macgyver of footwear. I bow down to you. Excellent tip.BadParentingMomentshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00029703381098618823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559861853360473818.post-55598950518780469422013-01-30T01:08:16.826-05:002013-01-30T01:08:16.826-05:00LOVE the "these boots ain't made for walk...LOVE the "these boots ain't made for walking" on the return. Ninahttp://ninabadzin.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559861853360473818.post-49826040171881326312013-01-29T23:21:01.916-05:002013-01-29T23:21:01.916-05:00Please tell us if you get a full refund. Also? YOU...Please tell us if you get a full refund. Also? YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU WERE IN MY HOOD.Mommy Shortshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02656561714070069976noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559861853360473818.post-66807465668396319472013-01-29T21:40:36.226-05:002013-01-29T21:40:36.226-05:00On the positive side, at least you didn't have...On the positive side, at least you didn't have the baby in the pack when you fell. You know because then you might have twisted your ankle ;)Dollops of Dianehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15972810307843283411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559861853360473818.post-48076393927032204452013-01-29T21:40:20.248-05:002013-01-29T21:40:20.248-05:00Pity about the boots. They are pretty cool, and y...Pity about the boots. They are pretty cool, and you can still mom about it them. Old fashion trick: Sandpaper the bottoms, and put some duct tape where the ball of your foot lands=hand made skids. Maybe you'll re-think getting rid of them!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559861853360473818.post-39952542664861196692013-01-29T18:00:28.296-05:002013-01-29T18:00:28.296-05:00I've only been to Chi-town once. I was in my e...I've only been to Chi-town once. I was in my early 20s with a boyfriend. I remember thinking it was magical. I also think you are magical so your current location makes sense.BadParentingMomentshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00029703381098618823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559861853360473818.post-50466757205237407952013-01-29T17:59:31.294-05:002013-01-29T17:59:31.294-05:00If we ever find ourselves together in the big city...If we ever find ourselves together in the big city, let's get some really classy orthopedics, fanny packs and a handheld GPS and see how it all plays out. Deal?BadParentingMomentshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00029703381098618823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559861853360473818.post-38498830494843300452013-01-29T17:02:28.275-05:002013-01-29T17:02:28.275-05:00I was born in NYC and lived there for 30 years. I ...I was born in NYC and lived there for 30 years. I live in Chicago now which I think is NYC lite. Until I go back to NYC and realize NYC could eat Chicago, spit it out and run over it with an 8 car subway train. Keeshahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17861445436771770144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559861853360473818.post-3674344928762919172013-01-29T17:01:14.275-05:002013-01-29T17:01:14.275-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Keeshahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17861445436771770144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559861853360473818.post-79489866558760913882013-01-29T16:30:53.462-05:002013-01-29T16:30:53.462-05:00I am clumsy too! Sure, the boots didn't help, ...I am clumsy too! Sure, the boots didn't help, but, the body in the boots is tragically uncoordinated. BadParentingMomentshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00029703381098618823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559861853360473818.post-22398066015586380222013-01-29T15:22:23.966-05:002013-01-29T15:22:23.966-05:00The 2 hour trek was back to Pawling. The nearest s...The 2 hour trek was back to Pawling. The nearest station to the sister-in-law's digs. A 2 hour rail from VT to NY would be a dream come true. I'm still holding out hope for teleportation. BadParentingMomentshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00029703381098618823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559861853360473818.post-43335409369704431362013-01-29T15:19:06.780-05:002013-01-29T15:19:06.780-05:00We should meet and have loads of caffeine together...We should meet and have loads of caffeine together or wine. Always down for wine.BadParentingMomentshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00029703381098618823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559861853360473818.post-14472691257557946612013-01-29T14:57:26.920-05:002013-01-29T14:57:26.920-05:00I think your hat is, as well as the mittens, adora...I think your hat is, as well as the mittens, adorable. I've never lived in the city, but I just know I'd be one of the annoying people who can't navigate a crowd to save her life. Midwest for life, yo. Superbly written, my friend. Now, get thee some new boots!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09477653309369105704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559861853360473818.post-61458457466170793362013-01-29T12:22:20.919-05:002013-01-29T12:22:20.919-05:00Throw those FMB's on Ebay in a lot!
How the h...Throw those FMB's on Ebay in a lot!<br /><br />How the heck did you get a 2 hour train from VT to NYC.. I live closer and it takes me 90 minutes. ack.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08441345728975583130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559861853360473818.post-59440080554565487962013-01-29T12:21:02.212-05:002013-01-29T12:21:02.212-05:00I know I should not be laughing that you fell but ...I know I should not be laughing that you fell but I always fall and I just need to know someone else does it too. I wish I could blame shoes but I'm pretty sure it's just me.McKennahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09299201553545817162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559861853360473818.post-74856828568467068012013-01-29T10:56:31.527-05:002013-01-29T10:56:31.527-05:00haha I totally meant that to be a reply to your la...haha I totally meant that to be a reply to your last comment...more coffee pleaseDeannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17349924733409797566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559861853360473818.post-69728955550463809392013-01-29T10:56:04.499-05:002013-01-29T10:56:04.499-05:00Awesome! I'm in Essex and I was beginning to t...Awesome! I'm in Essex and I was beginning to think I was the only blogger in the state. It's lonely over here! I'm sending warm thoughts your way this beautiful Tuesday morning.Deannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17349924733409797566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559861853360473818.post-22201272473225903252013-01-29T10:49:07.896-05:002013-01-29T10:49:07.896-05:00I do! I'm in Brattleboro. Home of the free.......I do! I'm in Brattleboro. Home of the free....range eggs and soft, woolen goodies. BadParentingMomentshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00029703381098618823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559861853360473818.post-78530138546369751352013-01-29T10:47:04.147-05:002013-01-29T10:47:04.147-05:00"I'm still in here, under all this mom.&q..."I'm still in here, under all this mom." I'm going to kiss you on the mouth.BadParentingMomentshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00029703381098618823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559861853360473818.post-72481170513736463942013-01-29T10:44:01.066-05:002013-01-29T10:44:01.066-05:00Wait, seriously you live in Vermont? Not to sound ...Wait, seriously you live in Vermont? Not to sound all stalkerish but I do too and I would love to meet someday to commiserate blogging/childrearing woes...where oh where in Vermont pray tell???Deannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17349924733409797566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559861853360473818.post-44532247936086314002013-01-29T09:55:20.026-05:002013-01-29T09:55:20.026-05:00I had a similar trek this summer. I was staying in...I had a similar trek this summer. I was staying in Connecticut with my in-laws and had a meeting in NYC. I never lived in New York, but I did live in downtown Boston and grew up in Jersey in commuter-to-NY territory. <br /><br />Anyhoo . . .<br /><br />I bought a new bag, added a thin, bright yellow belt to a chic (for Target) black dress. I had sparkly flats. I wore bangles. I took a commuter train. I got out at Grand Central and remembered on the quick how damn big and crowded and wonderful New York is. Then I had to pull out my phone to figure out which way was uptown. <br /><br />Later, after a nice conversation, I was back at Grand Central paying for an $11 chicken sandwich, no chips. "How much for a sandwich that you dropped on the floor, sir? $9:50? I'll take it."<br /><br />It was over too soon, but my flats held up nicely and I left with more than a sesame seed stuck in my teeth. I left remembering that I'm still in here, under all this mom. <br /><br />As always, great bit. You make me get wordy.Nicole Leigh Shawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02042126240711460836noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1559861853360473818.post-54946863426783188812013-01-28T16:52:44.938-05:002013-01-28T16:52:44.938-05:00Thanks, JD! I was not NYC chic, but, I was warm. A...Thanks, JD! I was not NYC chic, but, I was warm. And, when you're walking 20 + blocks in January, warm matters. Thank you for all of your love and support. And giggles. The giggles are the best. xoBadParentingMomentshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00029703381098618823noreply@blogger.com