Kortney A. must be one of yours

So I’ve reached the point where it’s just impossible for me to reply to everyone’s comments and messages on the blog and the facebook page.

I feel bad about it. I want you to know that I do read all of your messages.

I really try to read all of the comments. But sometimes there are just too many for me to stay on top of.

Every once in a while, I’ll go through and try to catch up on things, and see the messages and comments that I may have missed.

I want you to know that I feel very honored that any of you would take the time out of your day to send me a message.

Sometimes it’s a message looking for advice.

Other times it’s an I can totally relate message.

And then there are the this made me think of you messages.

I still find it strange that there are people out there thinking of me.

Strange, but awesome.

So I wanted to share some of the

I saw this and I thought of you things that I’ve received, that have made me feel a little less cuckoo, or have given me a laugh…

Like this one,

and this one,

after I wrote about my nervous breakdown.

This one, after a rant about just wanting to pee.

Alone.

This one

and this one,

when I went on the organizing binge.

This one, sketched by a reader,

after I posted a picture of Number 4 reading by the fireplace.

This one, after wanting to pull my hair out  during a potty training battle (sorry it’s so small — I couldn’t make it bigger)

These, just for fun…

This one, after I professed my love of running.

And Hugh Jackman.

This one, 

And this one, with the caption:

Kortney A. must be one of yours,

after one of the maxipad extravaganzas.

But apparently,

most of you REALLY think of me when you see  the f-word.

Because after I wrote the post about reigning in the trucker talk,

well,

at least fifteen different people sent me this picture:

Ha!

Thank you so much for thinking of me.

Potty mouth and all.

I really feel honored.

And while I might not always (or ever) respond,

from the bottom of my heart, I sincerely appreciate all the messages I get.

Somehow, you guys seem to know just when I need them most.

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