tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563921876019154209.post1339220759842246846..comments2023-12-17T18:02:23.070-05:00Comments on ~Upstream and Down~: Bizarre sentiment~Ruth L.~http://www.blogger.com/profile/01008932486010118709noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563921876019154209.post-65702925652963450282008-03-07T12:02:00.000-05:002008-03-07T12:02:00.000-05:00I can relate, I think everyone keeps wierd things....I can relate, I think everyone keeps wierd things. I would like to personally invite you, there is a great group for women who believe in circumcision and I think they would enjoy reading your story: <BR/><BR/><BR/>http://www.cafemom.com/group/13109/<BR/><BR/> Sara<BR/>sarr115@yahoo.comStacyStackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01674979698351782409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563921876019154209.post-71465226237404842302007-07-28T11:50:00.000-04:002007-07-28T11:50:00.000-04:00Thanks Tim. I feel almost normal after hearing tha...Thanks Tim. I feel almost normal after hearing that. :>)The thing is . . . does she still have it in a small jar of formaldehyde in a drawer somewhere? If she does, I'm sure there are more of us out there than one would suspect. That would make me feel positively sane!Ruth L.~https://www.blogger.com/profile/01008932486010118709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563921876019154209.post-26384435463094105242007-07-28T10:56:00.000-04:002007-07-28T10:56:00.000-04:00My first wife handed me something small and rubber...My first wife handed me something small and rubbery shortly after we got home from the hospital with my then newborn oldest son. I was looking at it and coudln't figure out what it was, so I asked. She told me it was <I>my son's foreskin!</I> It looked like a thick little rubber band, but wasn't quite as springy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563921876019154209.post-5407899113286176702007-07-27T23:59:00.000-04:002007-07-27T23:59:00.000-04:00Leslie~Now there's an idea. Cleaning the clutter, ...Leslie~<BR/>Now there's an idea. Cleaning the clutter, I found my wedding ring from my ex. I could melt that down. Talk about the symbolism in wearing a circumcision cap covered with gold from an ex's ring. Testosterone power. I'd be golden. I seriously might do that. Bizarre sentiment? Or twisted? :>)Ruth L.~https://www.blogger.com/profile/01008932486010118709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563921876019154209.post-18499323423704054672007-07-27T23:31:00.000-04:002007-07-27T23:31:00.000-04:00You are hilarious! By all means, put it in his lit...You are hilarious! By all means, put it in his little baby book with an explanation. OR...have it covered with gold and do make it into a necklace. I wonder how many people would ask just what it is. lolLeslie:https://www.blogger.com/profile/11964698251137788839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563921876019154209.post-90634153216212377422007-07-27T21:57:00.000-04:002007-07-27T21:57:00.000-04:00Dawn~Okay, You got me wondering. I Googled "circum...Dawn~<BR/>Okay, You got me wondering. I Googled "circumcision plastic cap." This is it, the <B>plastibell.</B><BR/><BR/>"Plastibell Circumcision:<BR/>A plastic rim is left on the baby's penis after the circumcision. The plastic rim usually drops off 5-8 days later."<BR/><BR/>It's the little ring thing in the blog photo. I was pretty good at keeping up with the baby books. I suppose I could put it there.Ruth L.~https://www.blogger.com/profile/01008932486010118709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563921876019154209.post-83458823299676818912007-07-27T19:50:00.000-04:002007-07-27T19:50:00.000-04:00The 'cap' is perfect for those wonderfully creativ...The 'cap' is perfect for those wonderfully creative scrapbooks. All of those little tidbits will fit neatly onto the page with newborn photos, wrist bands from the hospital and that scrap of hair from the first hair cut. :) <BR/><BR/>I admit, I never saw a 'cap' like you mentioned and I have two sons! Are you sure that's what it is? :) <BR/><BR/>DawnDawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18419344655830579965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563921876019154209.post-41006841687245882902007-07-27T18:34:00.000-04:002007-07-27T18:34:00.000-04:00Janice~ I don't deny it's funny. I was entertainin...Janice~ <BR/><BR/>I don't deny it's funny. I was entertaining myself quite well as I wrote. You know, if I didn't still have proof, I don't think I'd have remembered there was such a thing either.<BR/><BR/>Josie~<BR/>You say you're not a writer. I beg to differ, based on what you "write" on your blog. Your stolen wallet would make a great essay. Obviously, if you still remember that piece of paper is gone, it meant something to you.Ruth L.~https://www.blogger.com/profile/01008932486010118709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563921876019154209.post-20532273516078062252007-07-27T16:37:00.000-04:002007-07-27T16:37:00.000-04:00So why do we hold on to such things, like um...a c...So why do we hold on to such things, like um...a circumcision cap? (I never even knew there was such a thing and my son was also circumcised!) Sorry but you have to admit that is funny. I do like the necklace idea! :>) <BR/>Sounds like you have made a fabulous start towards a 'lighter' life...good luck with the next drawers.Janice Thomsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02506920585319893814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563921876019154209.post-73741333498998146472007-07-27T01:22:00.000-04:002007-07-27T01:22:00.000-04:00I can identify. I often think if I were to be hit...I can identify. I often think if I were to be hit by a bus tomorrow (..say) and someone had to go through my dresser drawers, they would wonder what some of the stuff is, and some of the scraps of paper, or photographs of people that only I know. My daughter was born at 3:37 on a Wednesday afternoon. When I left the hospital they gave me a little card with that time written on it, and I carried it around in my wallet for years, until my wallet was stolen. The thief must have thought, "What the heck is this??"Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06979114933441527890noreply@blogger.com