tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954000874241675879.post8518369659969500577..comments2023-03-27T03:29:32.873-07:00Comments on Archives of Our Lives: D@mn That Grass.Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04154831275765419510noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954000874241675879.post-81035497880233784162008-10-29T13:59:00.000-07:002008-10-29T13:59:00.000-07:00Millie,I totally understand how you feel. Well, m...Millie,<BR/><BR/>I totally understand how you feel. Well, maybe not totally, but I can certainly empathize a great deal. I hate it when you're gone! Life is so much bleaker without you around. When I go to Bath and Body Works for my free Wallflower, I am forced to go only with Pres. It's a sad, sad day when you leave. At least you'll be back in less than two months. Six weeks, really. I'll be counting down the days. And I think this time I'm going to make a list of everything we will do while you're here; it seems like we always forget something!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954000874241675879.post-78533567682537614092008-10-28T22:54:00.000-07:002008-10-28T22:54:00.000-07:00i'm sorry you have to deal with that. my sis lives...i'm sorry you have to deal with that. my sis lives away and it's really hard on her. on a lighter note, i tagged you. check my blog for details.☂niki.https://www.blogger.com/profile/07867771869432370112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954000874241675879.post-36023019577180817182008-10-28T22:40:00.000-07:002008-10-28T22:40:00.000-07:00I didn't feel shafted... I was pleasantly surprise...I didn't feel shafted... I was pleasantly surprised. Oh, and from forever ago, the child locks were able to be deactivated.mistakes for marionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16024458404778502350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954000874241675879.post-74099272610704946102008-10-28T19:35:00.000-07:002008-10-28T19:35:00.000-07:00I know how that feels. But, at least I don't leave...I know how that feels. But, at least I don't leave a country away from my family. That's great that you get to visit them that often!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954000874241675879.post-61853076471720736652008-10-28T14:24:00.000-07:002008-10-28T14:24:00.000-07:00Thanks for the iheartmesa shout out. Mesa loves y...Thanks for the iheartmesa shout out. Mesa loves you too.Kathrynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05272683965044763205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954000874241675879.post-61490671056560991302008-10-28T14:04:00.000-07:002008-10-28T14:04:00.000-07:00whats with me commenting on previous blog entries?...whats with me commenting on previous blog entries? i really need to repent... but this comment goes with the swimsuit blab...<BR/>i just wanted to say that yesterday i was driving and saw some guys running around with shirts off in spandex... when was THAT ever ok? (i mean, its just not MY cup of tea, but whatever!!)i mean, this is Utah... isnt there a law against shirtless- tight spandex pant wearing- scandelous jogging men?? seriously, folks!<BR/>im lucky i didnt have nightmares.Holly Janeenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17009383670179456763noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954000874241675879.post-86478159762644052692008-10-28T13:48:00.000-07:002008-10-28T13:48:00.000-07:00How sad I would be if my children ever moved away ...How sad I would be if my children ever moved away and I couldn't see them daily. I know it will eventually happen, but I don't look forward to it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954000874241675879.post-5580701534579426012008-10-28T10:09:00.000-07:002008-10-28T10:09:00.000-07:00My husband and I had to move across the country wh...My husband and I had to move across the country when we got married so that he could attend graduate school. We liked it so much we actually bought a house here and are putting down some pretty good roots. BUT, not a day goes by that I don't wish my family were closer. Something about just knowing they are within driving distance would make me so happy. <BR/><BR/>I know how you feel.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954000874241675879.post-72001653368318692382008-10-28T09:47:00.000-07:002008-10-28T09:47:00.000-07:00Kim--It will change your life!!!bRAD--Sometimes I ...Kim--It will change your life!!!<BR/><BR/>bRAD--Sometimes I like ambivalence, and sometimes I don't. (I had to look up the definition of it in order to crack that joke!) Anyway, yes. I'm prompt. And I decided to give someone else a turn at the top. Mixin' it up. That's life.Camillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04154831275765419510noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954000874241675879.post-38088799098563604092008-10-28T09:36:00.000-07:002008-10-28T09:36:00.000-07:00Doesn't ambivalence suck? You're lucky to be able ...Doesn't ambivalence suck? You're lucky to be able to come here so much. <BR/><BR/>I looked for the link to lindsey's blog and it wasn't there. Then noticed you had changed her name and moved it. How prompt you are. <BR/><BR/>bRADAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954000874241675879.post-2624541541551893132008-10-28T09:11:00.000-07:002008-10-28T09:11:00.000-07:00I'm going to look up that song Camille!! Just as ...I'm going to look up that song Camille!! Just as soon as my boss' leave the office for lunch :-)<BR/><BR/>I hear ya on having two homes, its hard to live away from your family, I miss mine terribly, especially during the holidays!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08992749780186747878noreply@blogger.com