tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697201505856242009.post1343740197613195222..comments2023-09-18T04:52:34.622-07:00Comments on Shining Pearls of Something: Sure is Quietsuzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599102235797825599noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697201505856242009.post-69552214922826540322012-01-14T16:19:37.680-08:002012-01-14T16:19:37.680-08:00Sending Hugs your way.
PaxSending Hugs your way. <br /><br />PaxPaxfordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05402369357419216865noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697201505856242009.post-18252782752384533182012-01-14T16:13:52.575-08:002012-01-14T16:13:52.575-08:00You know, we did this 18 years ago when we moved f...You know, we did this 18 years ago when we moved from Chicago to Hooterville, and I had a two-year-old! My parents helped me - they came up from New Mexico, one at a time, to help get the house ready to sell. Oddly, the thing that makes me want to cry is that they're both too old and frail to even pretend to help. I don't even need their help! It just makes me sad. Ya think maybe I'm channeling all my emotions onto something irrelevant?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06896718673192738974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697201505856242009.post-80615648039749834222012-01-14T15:41:14.702-08:002012-01-14T15:41:14.702-08:00Ami, I moved 15 times during the 30 years I was ma...Ami, I moved 15 times during the 30 years I was married. Is that the same as suffering even more than if I'd had 15 kids? What a frightening thought.<br /><br />Love,<br />JanieJanie Junebughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10573607241326291404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697201505856242009.post-64967684015602024482012-01-14T13:55:08.163-08:002012-01-14T13:55:08.163-08:00Oh man, what a lot of shit to deal with!
I stopped...Oh man, what a lot of shit to deal with!<br />I stopped smoking in October of 1992. It. Was. So. Hard.<br /><br />But I am glad every day that I did.<br /><br />As for moving? I'd rather go through labor.<br />I HATE moving.Amihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08353667980806676067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697201505856242009.post-87650936213455539042012-01-14T11:27:05.736-08:002012-01-14T11:27:05.736-08:00I'll party with you! Poor, poor pitiful us. Ev...I'll party with you! Poor, poor pitiful us. Every time I move something disappears. Once it was a diamond necklace. I didn't even let the movers handle my good jewelry. It was all in a laundry basket that we brought with us to the next house in our car. Fool that I am, I left the laundry basket sitting in the middle of the master bedroom with movers going in and out of the house. What a surprise! A piece of jewelry got up and walked out. So please don't lose a diamond necklace.<br /><br />Love,<br />Janie JunebugJanie Junebughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10573607241326291404noreply@blogger.com