tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895057817036004161.post856757365225238950..comments2023-05-14T09:21:06.982-04:00Comments on Honey Pie: Babycakes Semi-Approved BlogAlicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02312731015432167519noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895057817036004161.post-41682781284777260332008-11-26T18:48:00.000-05:002008-11-26T18:48:00.000-05:00please tell us cause we are gonna rock them to sch...please tell us cause we are gonna rock them to school please it would mean alotAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895057817036004161.post-17854116400029915742008-11-26T18:46:00.000-05:002008-11-26T18:46:00.000-05:00where did u get those sweatpants????where did u get those sweatpants????Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895057817036004161.post-46727224210252886412008-07-03T11:04:00.000-04:002008-07-03T11:04:00.000-04:00we have conversations like this at our house too b...we have conversations like this at our house too but they are usually in reference to something that happened in the bedroom and it always ends with..."oh no you won't, you know the bedroom is off limits."<BR/><BR/>My hubby is more of a keeper than I am too...in both sense of the words...he is a partial packrat and a really great guy to keep.<BR/><BR/>I will be thanking my lucky stars that he let me throw out all his sweat pants when we got married. I somehow got my point through to him when I told him that no man should wear those things in public.<BR/><BR/>And he didn't even have a pair of bright orange ones...although I have to say that those would be a hot item in Knoxville where men like to dress trashy and they love the color orange because it's UT pride.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11971378715777007757noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895057817036004161.post-26996519219630982312008-06-29T07:29:00.000-04:002008-06-29T07:29:00.000-04:00Those pants! Please tell us they were a gift and ...Those pants! Please tell us they were a gift and he didn't actually buy them himself.Triciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06086740613832715808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895057817036004161.post-40880486581744491692008-06-28T09:41:00.000-04:002008-06-28T09:41:00.000-04:00I don't want my husband to see this post. If he do...I don't want my husband to see this post. If he does, he will (1) think it's cool to wear stuff like that, which he already does, and (2) feel better about the hideous stuff he sometimes wears, which makes your husband's day-glo sweats look uber cool. Seriously.<BR/><BR/>I'm slightly packrat myself, but I fight it! Having weathered over a dozen international moves has given me a real impetus.Mary Witzlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06458299046574564155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895057817036004161.post-34816272090693003232008-06-27T16:55:00.000-04:002008-06-27T16:55:00.000-04:00Those pants are blinding!!! I can't believe they w...Those pants are blinding!!! I can't believe they were able to make something that bright.<BR/><BR/>The sweater has gay pride written all over it. Or "my mommy made me this shirt and now I have to wear it cause she's coming for a visit."<BR/><BR/>But I have to admit, I'm a bit of a packrat too. Since we're in the middle of a renovation, Hubby's been making me clean out the clutter and yesterday I threw away to pair of bicycle shorts with lace on the bottom. I've had them from before I ever had children. *sigh*Tracy Rambles On And Onhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16928404796336909746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895057817036004161.post-68018187410477573902008-06-27T16:51:00.000-04:002008-06-27T16:51:00.000-04:00We filled 3 industrial sized dumpsters with junk t...We filled 3 industrial sized dumpsters with junk that Mr.4444's dad had stockpiled when he died. For your sake, I'll assume Babycakes will never get that bad!<BR/><BR/>P.S. I love that award that you have (can't see it now, but it has the two ladies laughing). Who made it? Did you post about it? I'd love to read the link; it's great.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895057817036004161.post-63141775641288432612008-06-27T13:11:00.000-04:002008-06-27T13:11:00.000-04:00When I met my Papi he had a Depeche Mode T-shirt. ...When I met my Papi he had a Depeche Mode T-shirt. I got all excited and assumed he liked them like I did. When I asked if he went to the concert he looked at me blankly and said, "Who's Depeche Mode?"<BR/><BR/>The shirt was a hand-me-down from his room mate.<BR/><BR/>Papi also wore this jacket that said SPINACH all down the sleeve on one side. He was working as a produce guy at the time which made it funnier. I had no idea that any manufacturer actually specialized in making clothing that whored up veggies, but there you go.<BR/><BR/>When we got married, most of his clothes magically disappeared and got replaced by a sensible wardrobe of khakis and nicely striped polo style shirts. :)elasticwaistbandladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12643871078268503643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895057817036004161.post-59227984375774971652008-06-27T13:06:00.000-04:002008-06-27T13:06:00.000-04:00Why does your husband have a shirt with little col...Why does your husband have a shirt with little colored spermies swimming all over it?elasticwaistbandladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12643871078268503643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895057817036004161.post-46624020692337065992008-06-27T00:26:00.000-04:002008-06-27T00:26:00.000-04:00okay I am new to your blog, I came from BG... anyw...okay I am new to your blog, I came from BG... <BR/><BR/>anyway, are we married to the same man but live in different states, when we got married I unpacked a box that contained a neon paint splatterd shirt and some red parachute pants. He cried and hasn't forgiven me for giving them away to a charity.Kristi Ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02311382296639198817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895057817036004161.post-8043158988038879192008-06-26T14:13:00.000-04:002008-06-26T14:13:00.000-04:00Did you totally steal my life or something? When d...Did you totally steal my life or something? When did I miss that memo?<BR/><BR/>I've had to get sneaky when throwing out my husband's JUNK (yeah, I said it). Recently a pile of books made it to storage. A few days later: "Do we suddenly have less books?"<BR/><BR/>"Yeah, some went to storage. BUT IT IS OK, because it's STORAGE, not ZIMBABWE."<BR/><BR/>"But I wanted to read that book!"<BR/><BR/>"Which one?"<BR/><BR/>"I forget."<BR/><BR/>SEE? SEE what I am dealing with on a daily basis?!?moohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14368972191690127217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895057817036004161.post-9303110360056027812008-06-26T13:36:00.000-04:002008-06-26T13:36:00.000-04:00My husband wore that same paisley shirt when we we...My husband wore that same paisley shirt when we were dating -- it must have been his booty shirt too!Deanna https://www.blogger.com/profile/14114652107363722177noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895057817036004161.post-73020867359664449302008-06-26T11:35:00.000-04:002008-06-26T11:35:00.000-04:00Ha! When will spouses learn that they are there fo...Ha! When will spouses learn that they are there for our blogging amusement?<BR/><BR/>I hate to break it to your Babycakes but I don't believe those clothes were ever in fashion.<BR/><BR/>Having said that, my hubs still keeps a pair of emerald green sweats from his high school days. He tried them on the other day and I had to tell him I could see (from Friends) double O and 7.Beehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12525264720105877075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895057817036004161.post-87688715585503065922008-06-26T11:16:00.000-04:002008-06-26T11:16:00.000-04:00I think he could look über-gay if he wears that sw...I think he could look über-gay if he wears that sweater AND the sweats to a gay pride rally. He would be SO in like Flynt......and I don't mean that in a good way. LOL<BR/><BR/>Okay, you're gonna kill me when I say this but *gulp* I too would wear the green paisley shirt but only if I were attending a conference with 463 BLIND PEOPLE! Blind people with no dogs because by the looks of it that shirt would induce spontaneous lethal attacks from each and every guide dog there.<BR/><BR/>And by the way - yes, your husband was the ONLY person that heard BOW-CHICKA-WOW-WOW when that shirt crawled from its hiding place within the depths of hell to make an appearance during happy hour.Queen Goobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02579192188338877091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895057817036004161.post-9146126385670040852008-06-26T11:03:00.000-04:002008-06-26T11:03:00.000-04:00MSH has a pair of bright orange pants (he's a rabi...MSH has a pair of bright orange pants (he's a rabid Auburn fan)that he loves; unfortunately they've become a bit too snug so he doesn't wear them every other day anymore. The man has impecable taste and loves to shop at Polo and Brooks Brothers, but everytime we go in to either place, the first thing he looks for is a replacement for his orange Abercrombie pants. <BR/><BR/>He can't just buy a new pair from Abercrombie because they don't make clothes for fat people, and they came to their senses and quit making the pants in that color. Seriously. A few years ago he got a catologue and found that only one pair of pants came in a size bigger than a 36 and they only came as big as 38. When he called to complain, they told him that their target market was 18 to 24 year-olds. Being 25 at the time, he was a bit offended and actually told the man that they just didn't want fat people wearing their clothes. Actually, his first question to the customer service rep was "Why are you discriminating against fat people?" The whole exchange was Hil.Air.EE.Ous!<BR/><BR/>We also have the hideous sweater-gifts, too-small T-shirt, and faded Hilfigers. The first time I purged my closet after we got married, he absolutely refused to let me donate my old clothes. He thought I was nuts for trying to get rid of the stuff. It took me 6 months to convince him to let me get rid of the bags. And, the only reason his t-shirt collection has shrunk is that he actually sold some of his old Grateful Dead shirts.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07177181649139590998noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895057817036004161.post-43577168311108260192008-06-26T10:40:00.000-04:002008-06-26T10:40:00.000-04:00I think your husband bought that shirt from me on ...I think your husband bought that shirt from me on eBay. I sell stuff like that--no kidding. And really, the shirt is very cool. You are misguided to include it with the orange sweats.Meghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16253518897502046799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895057817036004161.post-50644481521602267372008-06-26T10:03:00.000-04:002008-06-26T10:03:00.000-04:00omg those pants..tell me did he have a mullet whil...omg those pants..tell me did he have a mullet while wearing those pants and that shirt?? hahah<BR/>My hubs is a packrat also...not so much with the clothes..but he has a bazillion action figures that are still in the package, and comic books. They are all boxed up because there is no way in hell I would let him display them like he wanted. I draw the line at x-men decor!!Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03658365444407113531noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895057817036004161.post-82308370983664858612008-06-26T09:35:00.000-04:002008-06-26T09:35:00.000-04:00OMG that post was hilarious. Why can't the menfolk...OMG that post was hilarious. Why can't the menfolk just acknowledge that we know better.Sue Wilkeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06611804749003805841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895057817036004161.post-21995256391016681412008-06-26T08:50:00.000-04:002008-06-26T08:50:00.000-04:00Hey! A guy has to have his STUFF! Because you ne...Hey! A guy has to have his STUFF! Because you never know ... you don't need that stuff until you need it, and if its not there, well .. then you gotta go out and BUY it all over again. and by the time you go out and buy it, you probably don't need it anymore.<BR/><BR/>Alice, please look at my comment in reply to your comment of the previous instance.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13024392628362568010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895057817036004161.post-20811709776337485052008-06-26T07:42:00.000-04:002008-06-26T07:42:00.000-04:00Well dress me up in paisley and call me a fool! B...Well dress me up in paisley and call me a fool! Babycakes knows more about Chicago than I do. Apparently in 1894, the U of C football coach decided that their yellow uniforms were unsightly, impractical, and had "unfortunate symbolism", so he went to the fabric store and brought back a bunch of ribbon (I got this from the university's own site, folks) in various shades of maroon. He and the boys looked them over, chose one, ordered them some new shirts, and have been nicknamed the Maroons [which leaves just as much room for smear and mockery as the color yellow did, in my opinion] ever since. Their official and better-known name, however, remains the Phoenix.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895057817036004161.post-49773744681039293172008-06-26T07:14:00.000-04:002008-06-26T07:14:00.000-04:00N - I have no idea that a 'Chicago maroon' existed...N - I have no idea that a 'Chicago maroon' existed either. I figure if you live in Chicago and haven't heard of it, they probably just made it up at VT.<BR/><BR/>Suze - Pink Corduroy!?!? WOW! And think..if you were blogging then!<BR/><BR/>Manager Mom - Don't joke about coming to your house to throw stuff away. I live for it and could very well come over with boxes and trash bags.Alicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02312731015432167519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895057817036004161.post-69550807074473993482008-06-26T06:01:00.000-04:002008-06-26T06:01:00.000-04:00WOW. Them are some heinous clothes. I am glad yo...WOW. Them are some heinous clothes. I am glad you documented them for historical value, but please, I think a bonfire is your immediate next step.<BR/><BR/>And if you like throwing stuff away, come to my house! You can throw away whatever you want.Manager Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17648981937075813835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895057817036004161.post-49153790386544840342008-06-25T21:14:00.000-04:002008-06-25T21:14:00.000-04:00Hahaha. I'm laughing because I know your pain. I...Hahaha. I'm laughing because I know your pain. I threw away my husband's corduroy pink shorts within two weeks of moving in. I didn't tell him :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895057817036004161.post-38913690963047906432008-06-25T19:27:00.000-04:002008-06-25T19:27:00.000-04:00Chicago maroon??Chicago maroon??Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895057817036004161.post-84203215833131230462008-06-25T18:20:00.000-04:002008-06-25T18:20:00.000-04:00MadMad - Must see pic of your husband's shirt! I ...MadMad - Must see pic of your husband's shirt! I didn't know a duplicate of it was in existence.<BR/><BR/>Di - I'm thinking that this Christmas we'll work on getting a sweater/sweat pants combo for the blog.<BR/><BR/>Marie - We've got a t-shirt collection also. They get worn until they're ripped at the pits with big holes in them. We're klassy like that.<BR/><BR/>The Mom - Babycakes has let me get rid of A LOT of his things, so I guess letting him remain in sole possession of these 3 isn't so bad. Maybe one day I'll take a pic of his string art for you.<BR/><BR/>D - I need to post a followup blog with your ex's response and Babycake's. And I do recall the Hilfiger look and yes, Jorts should never be worn by a man looking to attract a woman.<BR/><BR/>Babycakes - You crack me up - that's why I married you! Kissy kissy.Alicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02312731015432167519noreply@blogger.com