tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15184129.post7888521513265547438..comments2008-03-06T09:20:30.400-05:00Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16027573834319181817noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15184129.post-24878682503470771822008-03-06T09:20:00.000-05:002008-03-06T09:20:00.000-05:00Loved this post! You rock. I say go struttin' the mall again and see how many more whistles you can get. :DJanna Qualmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06339705935553160673noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15184129.post-67999978159545229262008-02-26T22:22:00.000-05:002008-02-26T22:22:00.000-05:00A guy said I looked like I was in my twenties last week. <BR/><BR/>I whooped with delight!<BR/><BR/>But yeah, a whistle now and then would be nice too.writermamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16009820745643969614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15184129.post-82807108905494082472008-02-25T18:53:00.000-05:002008-02-25T18:53:00.000-05:00OUCH!Doreen Orionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12026294659806001562noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15184129.post-27658699200151206442008-02-25T14:21:00.000-05:002008-02-25T14:21:00.000-05:00Maybe when I'm closer 50 Doreen, I'll feel like you, but at 42, I still get it and I still appreciate it.<BR/><BR/>What really bites though is when I realize that guys half my age are hitting on me. I'm blessed to look quite a few years younger than I actully am, but that's a really sharp, double-edge sword sometimes. <BR/><BR/>And Jenna ... that whistle was so directed at you. So, take the Loreal moment (You're worth it!) and push on :-)Yuwanda Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488793666937995409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15184129.post-25604601450417760932008-02-25T01:25:00.000-05:002008-02-25T01:25:00.000-05:00LOL! Nope... just working too hard. :(Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16027573834319181817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15184129.post-77818493570352956532008-02-19T22:32:00.000-05:002008-02-19T22:32:00.000-05:00You're last sentence in the post mentioned finding a construction site, and it's been a while since you've posted. I hope they haven't kidnapped you! :)Tabithahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10548787899239179422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15184129.post-66965098318641890002008-02-13T01:36:00.000-05:002008-02-13T01:36:00.000-05:00I'm sure you were whistled at. Accept it proudly!<BR/><BR/>Smiles,<BR/>Michele<BR/><A HREF="http://writingthecyberhighway.blogspot.com" REL="nofollow">Writing the Cyber Highway</A>Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14815778079892773244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15184129.post-13274479647101267322008-02-08T21:32:00.000-05:002008-02-08T21:32:00.000-05:00Mortified?? Why were you mortified?Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16027573834319181817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15184129.post-76798528589492348802008-02-08T20:44:00.000-05:002008-02-08T20:44:00.000-05:00I was once pushing my younger son in his stroller down Amsterdam Avenue. We passed an outdoor cafe, and sitting at one of the tables was Richard Gere. Well, when I passed his table, I was looking straight at him, and he Checked Me Out. Yes he did. Up and down, then he looked at me and did the smile/nod. I smiled and nodded back, then got outta there. I was mortified!choppersmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02738331221190512746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15184129.post-72407658605042914202008-02-08T16:31:00.000-05:002008-02-08T16:31:00.000-05:00Are you kidding? You are beautiful! That whistle was so directed at you!Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05535762749666630776noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15184129.post-8336255813405557712008-02-06T19:04:00.000-05:002008-02-06T19:04:00.000-05:00Loved this post. But, just wanted to prepare you that as you push 50you may be shocked to discover (as I have been) that you just don't care anymore. It's actually incredibly liberating, since no one looks at me anymore, anyway. I mean, who needs to dress up and put on makeup, just for leaving the house? Rather than feel badly I’m being ignored, I love it! I go out without makeup, wearing ratty clothes (which some might term, "pajamas") all the time. No one notices! Who hasn’t fantasized about what they could do if rendered invisible? <BR/><BR/>(Then again, Jenna, your incredible hottitude may, alas, rob you of experiencing this "Baby Boomer Women's Lib" as I call it.Doreen Orionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12026294659806001562noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15184129.post-11581036350926335242008-02-06T12:25:00.000-05:002008-02-06T12:25:00.000-05:00hottitude! Love it!Tabithahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10548787899239179422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15184129.post-29551281841926328332008-02-05T19:28:00.000-05:002008-02-05T19:28:00.000-05:00You know what’s even more disconcerting? Hearing that whistle while walking through the mall with your amazingly beautiful teenage daughter (who is two inches taller than you), and has her own inner hottitude going on. Yikes!Name: Holly Bownehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01079363337603264641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15184129.post-88875467955885097632008-02-05T12:44:00.000-05:002008-02-05T12:44:00.000-05:00Great post! Take those esteem boosts where you can find them. As I push 40, I'm thinking of teaming up with the local eye doctor. When I get one of those rare whistles, I want to go up, hand the man a coupon, and say 'Hey, son, better get those checked.'plaidearthwormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576743533617299665noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15184129.post-7050611359237916842008-02-04T18:34:00.000-05:002008-02-04T18:34:00.000-05:00I... I love you all.Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16027573834319181817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15184129.post-52830864870547940722008-02-04T18:15:00.000-05:002008-02-04T18:15:00.000-05:00I whistled at you from Omaha, but you were too far away to hear it.Picky Mickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01591190102328210445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15184129.post-36661188004495476282008-02-04T12:28:00.000-05:002008-02-04T12:28:00.000-05:00I'm sure it was directed at you, Jenna.Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00115503014838870398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15184129.post-30637027265265621232008-02-04T09:53:00.000-05:002008-02-04T09:53:00.000-05:00You're hot. You know it. Embrace your hottitude.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580515996953985050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15184129.post-88161193198884738882008-02-04T09:15:00.000-05:002008-02-04T09:15:00.000-05:00I say err on the side of sexy ;)bleeding espressohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13578703393987896737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15184129.post-71711869903101132332008-02-03T19:24:00.000-05:002008-02-03T19:24:00.000-05:00the best post i've read in a while...i laughed out loud and my husband looked at me funny...he did not whistle at me though. boo-hoo *elizabethElizabeth...mommy...etchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05063220668900409811noreply@blogger.com