tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605593303732248538.post8388508389789361054..comments2023-09-30T07:41:03.732-04:00Comments on HEATHER LESSITER: A Little Tip From Your Aunt HeatherHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10720538592229420776noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605593303732248538.post-81720170346300512822007-08-28T21:22:00.000-04:002007-08-28T21:22:00.000-04:00Mark and your little man = long lost cousins. I'd ...Mark and your little man = long lost cousins. <BR/><BR/>I'd say long lost brothers, but that would make you Mark's mom or somethin. And then you'd be my mother in law. Which would be cool but creepy. But fun, cause then you could make a yummy thanksgiving dinner and I'd make the potatoes. Cuz I am not sticking my hands in a dead turkey's butt. And i'd bring the cranberry sauce. From the can. And the one without the whole cranberries. Just the gel one. Yummy. <BR/><BR/>Where was I? Got distracted by turkey and potatoes. and jelly cranberry sauce.Trixie Twatwafflehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12712977707578497875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605593303732248538.post-36068650945739985372007-08-28T17:00:00.000-04:002007-08-28T17:00:00.000-04:00Boy, he's sure bright eyed and bushy tailed, isn't...Boy, he's sure bright eyed and bushy tailed, isn't he? hee heeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605593303732248538.post-89898423181008805472007-08-28T16:30:00.000-04:002007-08-28T16:30:00.000-04:00When the gas prices first hit $3 I tried to carpoo...When the gas prices first hit $3 I tried to carpool to work. I drove of course. I realized I needed that time to myself to sing really loud to get myself pumped up to go to work. I couldn't stand ahving to force myself to make conversation for 20 minutes. We all need something that is just ours!Mandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07343071764050719833noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605593303732248538.post-13188280019068217942007-08-28T15:49:00.000-04:002007-08-28T15:49:00.000-04:00Oh I know! Its like they never stop talking... And...Oh I know! Its like they never stop talking... And if you normally wake up two hours before they do? That's two hours of QUIET. heehee.<BR/><BR/>But will definitely follow your advice if a situation like that crops up.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08527762200993175239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605593303732248538.post-28402840518419781282007-08-28T09:17:00.000-04:002007-08-28T09:17:00.000-04:00i LOVE Matthew!It just thrills my heart when you t...i LOVE Matthew!It just thrills my heart when you talk about his wonderful chats he has with you. Paybacks are great!Maybe he better not have any children.I hope he had a great first day at school.Grandma Sis.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605593303732248538.post-24755196063084889752007-08-28T07:08:00.000-04:002007-08-28T07:08:00.000-04:00LOL! I used to get up early and go for a walk. C...LOL! I used to get up early and go for a walk. Caleb asked me to wake him up so he could go to. I woke him up, he got dressed and went with me..... and talked the ENTIRE time. which I dont mind, it was a sweet moment together... but I missed MY time. <BR/>Now when I try to take evening walks, Gracie has to go with me. It was ok when I could push her in the stroller but now she wants to walk by herself. And this totally defeats the purpose of me going for a walk because we have to stop every 5 steps to look at something.<BR/>Oh well, precious memoriesRebekahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17065188969643402603noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605593303732248538.post-47170992777017006952007-08-28T06:27:00.000-04:002007-08-28T06:27:00.000-04:00This is where you keep telling yourself, "I am ble...This is where you keep telling yourself, "I am blessed....I am blessed....I am blessed."Cherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11837331091022554900noreply@blogger.com