Tuesday, October 30, 2007
This is an attemt to get in date order
When I use the URL from my droop down history, after I enter the username and pword, the login screen opens and closes incessantly until I X-out. I've tried creating a fresh short cut, etc...
I have to enter thru Gmail to actual post.
So, Brainiacs, wassup with that?
K8
I have to enter thru Gmail to actual post.
So, Brainiacs, wassup with that?
K8
Great Shots of the G-Man!
"Dimes"
Last summer, as I walked out of the house toward my car, Isiah called me over near Peg's garden to see a worm. I bent over to check it out and we decided to put it into Peg's garden. Isiah went and got a small truck and we loaded it into the truck and he deposited it in Peg's garden.
When he returned to the spot where the worm had been, there was a dime! He was astounded!
(It may have fallen out of my purse as I bent over.)
He slowly turned to me, his brain working on something and asked, " Autie Kate, do worms make dimes?"
That's a keeper story.
When he returned to the spot where the worm had been, there was a dime! He was astounded!
(It may have fallen out of my purse as I bent over.)
He slowly turned to me, his brain working on something and asked, " Autie Kate, do worms make dimes?"
That's a keeper story.
Here we go...
Here's an attempt to set up a "family" blog. Dan and Julie's was such an inspiration. Maybe we can create a link to theirs?
Just a trial.
Just a trial.
Back to the school busses...
Peg, I remember us running down to Perkins Ave to catch a bus to Spellman. The driver would even wait as one of us was always running behind.
I thought that bus took us to in front of the BPM where we changed for THE Spellman bus.
AND, I definitely remember you doing your make up on the bus. Particularly, and this was the scarey/fascinating part, you would delicately separate mascara-clumped eyelashes with a straight pin, while riding on the bumpy streets. I still can't believe you never blinded yourself.
K8
I thought that bus took us to in front of the BPM where we changed for THE Spellman bus.
AND, I definitely remember you doing your make up on the bus. Particularly, and this was the scarey/fascinating part, you would delicately separate mascara-clumped eyelashes with a straight pin, while riding on the bumpy streets. I still can't believe you never blinded yourself.
K8
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