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1 Mandi Bone June 21, 2010 at 10:01 pm

I am glad that you have your farting under control since we will be in the same small hotel room. Oh and I have a very nervous belly too.
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2 cindy w June 21, 2010 at 10:08 pm

Between me & you, I feel so, so sorry for the people sharing our hotel room. Seriously, I’d like to apologize in advance to both Patrick and Mandi. I will be packing Febreze plug-ins.

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3 AmazingGreis June 22, 2010 at 12:19 am

LOL, dude Party in ya’lls room in NYC!!! So sad I won’t be there! 🙁
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4 Hockeyman June 21, 2010 at 10:50 pm

Hehe, sounds like we could host a Fart Party in our BlogHer room! Please, no open flames.
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5 neeroc June 21, 2010 at 11:04 pm

LOL – farting in an MRI tube – sort of a self-dutch oven. I would have completely cracked up and there would have been yelling…

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6 Jerseygirl June 21, 2010 at 11:32 pm

I just want you to know how much knowing that truly matters to me. Seriously. Not only is it nice to know that I’m not the only person who has concerns about this, it’s really nice to know that I’ll be able to relax at an MRI. Because since I had kids, I really have no control.
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7 Holly {ArtistMotherTeacher} June 22, 2010 at 12:13 am

I feel bad for woman who feel they can’t fart around their husbands. What do they do? Go into the bathroom every time they have to let one rip? What kind of life is that? A shitty one I tell ya.
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8 Mary June 22, 2010 at 9:59 am

I always travel with Gas-X, they are mint flavored and take care of smell problems at both ends. Last week my husband and I went to Paris, and for some reason, I either didn’t pack as many as I thought, or had more gas than I planned. Maybe it was because I drank a lot of wine the day before.If you read anything about the French installing air fresheners in the Louvre, now you know why.

On a related note, my son used to get car sick a lot, and my favorite spot that he decorated on the road was the parking lot at Mount Vernon, Virginia.Between him and me, we often drove with the car windows wide open, which drove my husband nuts. Family car trips, good times.

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9 If I Could Escape June 22, 2010 at 12:25 pm

A very brave post indeed!! I fart, but they don’t smell! Honest!
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10 jessica June 22, 2010 at 12:35 pm

Awwww sheeeeit. From someone with an IBD (which I REALLY wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy), I feel your pain. I also feel the pain of laying skeered in an MRI tube. I’m just thankful I didn’t have to fart. 😉
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11 Nona June 22, 2010 at 12:35 pm

I have a lot of stomach issues, a husband who loves to eat, a daughter that lives on fast food, two dogs and a cat. So I know ALL about farts.

I am almost a sommelier of methane gas. I can all but tell you in what region the food was grown that produced the stank.

I so have to hang out with you at BlogHer.
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12 Aunt Becky June 22, 2010 at 2:59 pm

Now I want to hump you more.
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13 Cass June 22, 2010 at 6:01 pm

K, officially need to stop reading your blog at work! Nearly let one slip from the laughage.

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14 Tara R. June 22, 2010 at 6:17 pm

The first thing my dad taught my kids to say was ‘pull my finger.’ I grew up with a fear of barking spiders. You’re practically family….

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15 f*ck yeah, motherhood! June 22, 2010 at 9:36 pm

I am a fellow IBS-er, since having my gall bladder removed (also faulty!) a year ago. We have a routine in our family and my teens know we don’t visit new places b/c I don’t go ANYWHERE that I don’t have the map to the bathroom memorized. I foolishly attended a play a few weeks ago and ruined intermission for all the fancy ladies just trying to freshen their lipsticks in the powder room. Texted my daughter from the stall “Why do I leave the house? Ever?”

It’s horrible. I want my gallbladder back.

Can’t wait to hug on you at BH10, dollface.

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16 Alex@LateEnough June 22, 2010 at 11:01 pm

Dude, pregnancy cured my horrible acid-reflux. We are like miracles of science. People should study us! But maybe with clothes pins on their noses, depends, and barf bags. You know, just in case.

PS. I diagnosed my husband with IBS. Can we get him pregnant too?
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17 Miss Britt June 23, 2010 at 8:25 am

Oh God. So you were trapped in the tube with your own gas?

I’m so sorry for you.
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18 subWOW June 23, 2010 at 1:55 pm

I just thought of a new profession: I will rent myself out as a “plant” that follows you around in a crowded situation. Whenever you let one slip, I will apologize profusely for the change in the air makeup in the room thus divert attention and blame away from you.

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19 Mrs. Call Me Crazy June 23, 2010 at 5:35 pm

The plan for BlogHer:
1. Find Angie.
2. Hug Angie.
3. Tell Angie how fun it is to meet face to face.
4. Call her the farting/shitting girl.

The End.
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20 Cort June 24, 2010 at 8:09 am

I’ve noticed that since I’ve been working from home for a year (read: free to compete with my dogs for stinking up the place) that when I do re-enter society that I’m out of practice on the slow, silent release. Like I’ve returned to 5th grade and must relearn the public tricks all over again… the planter idea has been noted. Oh, and because of my own practice, I won’t let my daughter snuggle her face into any public upholstered furniture…ever.
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