tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774688605369751367.post5659471081856544686..comments2024-02-26T00:19:32.692-08:00Comments on Conrad: Men's TennisDavid Conradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03462503019359418324noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774688605369751367.post-17896418109441131942016-12-17T21:40:12.571-08:002016-12-17T21:40:12.571-08:00The "calcified dog shit" just made laugh...The "calcified dog shit" just made laugh out loud only because I can relate too well. Our grandmother also has the same distaste for wasting time on television but my sister and I have figured out a way on how to have our fix of Saturday morning cartoons: Wake up early, finish breakfasts (no left overs on our plates), with a duster and broom in hand we can go ahead and turn on the TV to watch Rainbowbright or Care Bears while doing household chores. Minetheruaphadrielhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08702327063942413258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774688605369751367.post-16348474779364632222016-12-09T01:07:52.432-08:002016-12-09T01:07:52.432-08:00Great read. As I watch my kids grow and experience...Great read. As I watch my kids grow and experience milestones or play a game I played as a child, my childhood doesn't seem so long ago. I sigh at the memories of those days playing in the hills and creeks. Baseball and kickball in the yards. Family dinners on Sunday and lazy afternoon naps before going to the farm. The air had an aroma of clean that occasionally visits me now. I guess no matter how old I get, those days will never be years ago. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11315681293487658165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774688605369751367.post-21852270972901857742016-11-03T01:01:46.858-07:002016-11-03T01:01:46.858-07:00david génial blog continuesdavid génial blog continuesAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01739983347655190987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774688605369751367.post-78085707229555892622016-11-02T23:36:41.710-07:002016-11-02T23:36:41.710-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03891022322397688361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774688605369751367.post-72534275724008013942016-11-02T23:35:46.847-07:002016-11-02T23:35:46.847-07:00Enjoyed reading ur blog, makes me think of my chil...Enjoyed reading ur blog, makes me think of my childhood a little. I'm from Philadelphia, grew up in South Philly. As i'm sitting here thinking, i remember some of the things I did as a child. One thing that was fun to do was in the winter me and some friends would make snow tunnels, go sledding down a hill or play football. In the summer I would head down the jersey shores or even catch a Phillies game. I tried to stay active and be outside than stay in the house with my parents, lol. When I did watch tv, my favorite Saturday cartoon was Scooby-Doo. <br />Sometimes I think about life in general and how much I've changed since I was younger. I maybe 45yrs old but still a big kid at heart.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03891022322397688361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774688605369751367.post-48625166620131499032016-11-02T21:12:56.516-07:002016-11-02T21:12:56.516-07:00Wow, that's like reading a good book you don&#...Wow, that's like reading a good book you don't want to end!). Ooh, the memories of childhood. I had the best, in Louisiana!, always barefooted and half naked chasing lighting bugs! HuggsAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09741057684036166288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774688605369751367.post-25644599739287283722016-10-31T20:30:21.113-07:002016-10-31T20:30:21.113-07:00Great closing paragraph!!!Great closing paragraph!!!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17102716904766076884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774688605369751367.post-46562282021445777052016-10-31T13:17:09.863-07:002016-10-31T13:17:09.863-07:00I agree with the concept of a secret second year e...I agree with the concept of a secret second year every year or at least I relate to that concept more that just the one long year everyone else follows. I'm a December baby so i know the pain of having to celebrate 2 occasions in a small space of time, I was lucky my parents made specifically 2 occasions for me but somehow it made my 2nd year go so fast and growing up seemed fast, it was fast, faster than I know my parents wanted for me and yet not fast enough for me. I know the feeling of racing towards maturity, leaving to waste our younger selves only to constantly try to claw our way back when we know true and well that there is no going back ever. I laid my youth to rest... it sounds sad but I'm not sad about it. I love the saying "youth is wasted on the young" but I wouldn't go back. Maybe I'll always have the gift of feeling like a kid because I don't have any. but no matter what, I'll always remember what it was like and now, as an adult, I can always sneak out, be out after 10pm and smoke in my house...so adulthood turned out pretty good. Happy 2nd Year!!! Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07101158881150501255noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774688605369751367.post-24468243533995635502016-10-31T06:31:58.336-07:002016-10-31T06:31:58.336-07:00I really enjoyed reading this. Reminded me a bit o...I really enjoyed reading this. Reminded me a bit of my growing up in the GDR, few TV, no telephone at all. <br /><br />The other day, a friend of mine complained about an argument she had with her best friend whom as a consequence left all their chatrooms. I told her: 'Go to talk to her.' She asked me 'How shall I talk to her? She left all our chats.' I smiled and told her to 'GO talk to her FACE to FACE!' They live in the same city, they even live in the same street and they only talked over their smartphones. <br /><br />Where are we headed?Doreen S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/18435979634688095117noreply@blogger.com