tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010137045961379659.post5975140338899070085..comments2023-10-29T08:20:13.522-05:00Comments on Mizjuney: ChallengesJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18244507266596613034noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010137045961379659.post-65692946469250802452009-04-29T22:38:00.000-05:002009-04-29T22:38:00.000-05:00I know it's your blog but I'll use it as my own fo...I know it's your blog but I'll use it as my own forum when I feel like it. Can you tell I'm the grumpy one now? (L and K just broke up, lots of complicated doo doo and resentment spreading throughout our family, etc., it's fresh news, sorry) Eating would be the correct answer although I wouldn't send my kid out to anywhere in Houston during a rainstorm. Do you remember I got stuck at that Fudrucker's just on the other side of the overpass from the complex we all lived in when I was pregnant with Lucas because I when I left the apartment it was sunny and two blocks later the rain was up to my door. I was lucky enough to get my car uphill into the parking lot and have Jimmy come get me while I watched others walking thigh deep in swiftly moving waters. I wasn't going that way, not with a baby in my tummy. ANYWAY, growing up my mom always ate a hot fudge sundae when there was a tornado warning (we didn't know what belemia was back then). So when I came home from school one day and she was eating one I totally freaked and headed for the bathtub (closet for hail, tub for tornadoes) when she informed me, for the first time ever, that she just wanted a hot fudge sundae. We ate a lot of granola and brown rice even back in the early 70's. Sorry, but your story reminded me. Maybe I should add this as one of my own blogs...sorry, love you, SDoojieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01519177762691003842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010137045961379659.post-48292323256844478662009-04-29T22:28:00.000-05:002009-04-29T22:28:00.000-05:00Hell no, I can't do this, WTF? I can't go more th...Hell no, I can't do this, WTF? I can't go more than 30 seconds. There's no way I'd make it in some third world country or Third Ward in Houston (or is it Fifth?, I can never remember). I'd like to complain about this damn post, full of crap you are...tee hee-SDoojieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01519177762691003842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010137045961379659.post-25815572232142364682009-04-28T14:45:00.000-05:002009-04-28T14:45:00.000-05:00Love it. I'm going to mention you on my blog...a l...Love it. I'm going to mention you on my blog...a lot easier than me telling the story. ha!Linda Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13863170045475603030noreply@blogger.com