tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006953.post116720304399356296..comments2024-03-13T12:44:53.437-05:00Comments on If You Read Only One Blog This Year: 3 Word Wedesday #16Bonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10096591352278195759noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006953.post-1167362078346305572006-12-28T21:14:00.000-06:002006-12-28T21:14:00.000-06:00I didn't feel like I had a talent for writing anyt...I didn't feel like I had a talent for writing <I>anything</I> yesterday, so I think I'll go with the "among other things" part of that compliment. ;)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02487739742081226423noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006953.post-1167324404572935602006-12-28T10:46:00.000-06:002006-12-28T10:46:00.000-06:00Traveling Chica: That was true :)You really have a...Traveling Chica: That <I>was</I> true :)<BR/><BR/>You really have a talent for writing clearly and concisely, among other things.<BR/><BR/>Heather B: Mmhmm. I know it's because you really just don't want to show me up.<BR/><BR/>Pia: I thought this week's was one of your best, honestly. Oh, and it's the 16th week. I had to go back and change the title of the post, because I noticed last week's was 15, too. Oops.<BR/><BR/>And I did believe my mother was fourteen for a long time. Even defended her when she'd make the claim to other family members.<BR/><BR/>Big Man: Haha. It's OK. We all do it. My advantage is I can edit my posts. You can't edit comments on blogger.Bonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10096591352278195759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006953.post-1167282342892627492006-12-27T23:05:00.000-06:002006-12-27T23:05:00.000-06:00D'oh! Forgot my own character's name. I'm gettin' ...D'oh! Forgot my own character's name. I'm gettin' old man, I'm gettin' old. Now where'd I put my teeth? :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006953.post-1167278313015084812006-12-27T21:58:00.000-06:002006-12-27T21:58:00.000-06:00Hey, that's not my real post. That's on my blogBu...Hey, that's not my real post. That's on my blog<BR/><BR/><BR/>But I loved the Sourthernness and the voice in Bone's post. <BR/><BR/>Made being nine and so innocent that you think your mother is 14 because she probably did say that once so real<BR/><BR/>Of course I did think that my mother was 20 until I was because that's what my parents told me<BR/><BR/><BR/>It was just a beautiful endearing slice of life post--Bone's not my real oneAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006953.post-1167273038898328792006-12-27T20:30:00.000-06:002006-12-27T20:30:00.000-06:00every week I really think about doing the three wo...every week I really think about doing the three word wednesday and every week I chicken out. Mine would be something like Pia's, a quick sentence that doesn't require paragraphs or artful segues. Just nice and straight forward, and this, my friend is why all of my college papers were all of three pages. You're always so prolific with this and again it's a good one, pal.Heather B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/07931351971982028473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006953.post-1167266970220631122006-12-27T18:49:00.000-06:002006-12-27T18:49:00.000-06:00And I was more than a little afraid that a waterme...<I>And I was more than a little afraid that a watermelon might be growing inside me at that very moment.</I> Somehow, I can believe this!<BR/><BR/>I loved this story: good stuff! Much better than my attempt... though I had an excuse... ;)<BR/><BR/>Btw, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Clay Walker. Great job!TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02487739742081226423noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006953.post-1167259567593274312006-12-27T16:46:00.000-06:002006-12-27T16:46:00.000-06:00Big Man: Oh, OK. I thought maybe you had let some...Big Man: Oh, OK. I thought maybe you had let someone's real name slip there at the end.<BR/><BR/>Renee: Yep. It definitely could have. I loved your post about your weekend. Because it was honest. It was probably what a lot of people feel or think, but don't say.<BR/><BR/>Hmm... that's a toughie about the ring. I can't even remember a <I>Seinfeld</I> that addressed that problem. Probably because none of them were married.<BR/><BR/>Arlene: Thanks for participating. I'll be over to check it out in a bit.Bonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10096591352278195759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006953.post-1167257555819318162006-12-27T16:12:00.000-06:002006-12-27T16:12:00.000-06:00Alright, I participated :-)Alright, I participated :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006953.post-1167253820774543502006-12-27T15:10:00.000-06:002006-12-27T15:10:00.000-06:00I didn't mention that DH gave me a ring that I don...I didn't mention that DH gave me a ring that I don't want and keeps bugging me about getting it resized. I have to figure out how to tell him that I don't want it...he isn't a fan of the returning.Renee Nefehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08167893445846427824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006953.post-1167253736888290582006-12-27T15:08:00.000-06:002006-12-27T15:08:00.000-06:00oh re the gum drop tree... yeah, I'm a regifter, ...oh re the gum drop tree... yeah, I'm a regifter, degifter & returner! I've decided that life is too short to keep stuff I don't want...besides I keep too much stuff that I do like. gotta clean out this house.Renee Nefehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08167893445846427824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006953.post-1167253664014071322006-12-27T15:07:00.000-06:002006-12-27T15:07:00.000-06:00Ya know... the snow could have snapped the tree to...Ya know... the snow could have snapped the tree too. hummm Oh well, it's written.<BR/>Inspiration was from our blizzard...it looks like we're expecting some more. DH is upset because it looks like we might get snowed in again and he took off work again.Renee Nefehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08167893445846427824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006953.post-1167248771118182882006-12-27T13:46:00.000-06:002006-12-27T13:46:00.000-06:00Nope. None of it is true. The only thing that's cl...Nope. None of it is true. The only thing that's close is that when my family went to see my grandmother in the nursing home, not one person left without getting a hug and kiss. But that's it, the rest was just culled from thin air.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006953.post-1167247680648160912006-12-27T13:28:00.000-06:002006-12-27T13:28:00.000-06:00Pia: Thanks. You stole mine. Now I had to go and...Pia: Thanks. You stole mine. Now I had to go and write this long, drawn out story :)<BR/><BR/>Big Man: Um, I'm thinking perhaps this one's true? Is that a Freudian slip in the last line?<BR/><BR/>Renee: Very good. I do remember sledding a couple of times, out of the five times it has snowed in my life :) We never get enough to have a snow bank though.<BR/><BR/>Now we're getting some participation here!<BR/><BR/>Arlene: Yep. Seemed to fit perfectly with the story.Bonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10096591352278195759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006953.post-1167246696953593522006-12-27T13:11:00.000-06:002006-12-27T13:11:00.000-06:00"And I don't wanna think about tomorrowI don't nee..."And I don't wanna think about tomorrow<BR/>I don't need anything money can buy<BR/>I don't have to beg, steal, or borrow<BR/>I just wanna live until I die"<BR/><BR/>First thing that popped into my head when I read this!! Great song :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006953.post-1167240659311169092006-12-27T11:30:00.000-06:002006-12-27T11:30:00.000-06:00The snow had finally subsided after a 3 day long b...The snow had finally subsided after a 3 day long blizzard. The kids were excited because the roads still weren't clear enough to return to school. Randy grabbed the leather straps on the old sled as they headed to the park.<BR/>It was very difficult for the kids to climb the sledding hill with all that snow. Their feet kept sinking in with each step. Eventually they did make it...and they squabbled over who would be the first to ride down the hill.<BR/>Finally it was decided that Randy would take the first ride as he had dragged the sled the entire way. So with anticipation he boarded the sled and grabbed onto the straps with all his might as his friends gave him a good shove down the hill.<BR/>What the kids didn't know was that the blizzard had knocked down a tree and covered it up with more snow on their favorite sledding route. No one had noticed until it was too late. Randy and the sled hit the tree going way too fast and the sled immediately snapped apart into too many peices to count.<BR/>At the same time Randy went flying head first over the sled and over the tree. Luckily he came to rest in a snow bank and managed to make it without even a scratch...in fact when the kids reached Randy, he was sitting there laughing and wanted to do it again.<BR/>Unfortunately the sled was ruined...Dad's sled. They don't make good leather strapped sleds anymore. He wouldn't be happy about this.Renee Nefehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08167893445846427824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006953.post-1167237408541224932006-12-27T10:36:00.000-06:002006-12-27T10:36:00.000-06:00Teresa Hill had been a great woman, serving her co...Teresa Hill had been a great woman, serving her community all of her life. She was always the first one at the soup kitchen every Thanksgiving day for the past 53 years. She loved to help others, always scrimping and saving in order to buy Christmas presents for the orphans. <BR/><BR/>Most of all she was determined in her dedication to the city. She snapped her fingers, and donations were given. Tough as leather she was, but with a heart of pure gold.<BR/><BR/>What I'll remember most about Mrs. Hill was last year on a frosty Christmas morn. She made her usual appearance at the orphanage, and was in such bad shape that she had to be rolled in a wheelchair. Though once those children opened the gifts her face lit up ten times as bright as the twinkles on the tree. Everyone knew it would be her last appearance Not one person left without getting a kiss on the check, and a hug around the neck.<BR/><BR/>Goodbye, sweet Mrs Harris. Heaven's a better place now that you're up there, spreading your joy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6006953.post-1167236549914978542006-12-27T10:22:00.000-06:002006-12-27T10:22:00.000-06:00This is the fifteenth week? Wow.Those aren't easy...This is the fifteenth week? Wow.<BR/><BR/>Those aren't easy words. I know as I did mine--well, I could have written:<BR/>I snapped the buttons on my leather coat as we went up the hill.<BR/><BR/>But, uh, too easyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com