tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post116260649629579422..comments2024-03-21T03:35:20.539-04:00Comments on writing as jo(e): Casual encounterjo(e)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488562158252331555noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1162853049197243522006-11-06T17:44:00.000-05:002006-11-06T17:44:00.000-05:00Sending loving thoughts to her son, in lieu of pra...Sending loving thoughts to her son, in lieu of prayer.Yankee, Transferredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06627693160131161133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1162840919349402892006-11-06T14:21:00.000-05:002006-11-06T14:21:00.000-05:00Adding this Person to my list. Safe return.HugsAdding this Person to my list. Safe return.<BR/><BR/>HugsSilver Creek Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15062404159303618655noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1162769869724764942006-11-05T18:37:00.000-05:002006-11-05T18:37:00.000-05:00jo(e), if I really can't make myself talk about so...jo(e), if I really can't make myself talk about something, I bait the other person with "I need to talk to you about something later..." and then they ALWAYS drag it out of me. *lol*Kylahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1162766327599748342006-11-05T17:38:00.000-05:002006-11-05T17:38:00.000-05:00(o)(o)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1162736375642942072006-11-05T09:19:00.000-05:002006-11-05T09:19:00.000-05:00taittems: I make squash soup the way you do -- be...taittems: I make squash soup the way you do -- because you are the one who taught me how to make it.<BR/><BR/>Jennifer: I hadn't seen that site. Wow.<BR/><BR/>Kyra: Yes, I think you're right. I myself will often wait and blurt something out at the end of a conversation. Or else, I'll just put it in kind of casually, hoping a friend will ask and make me talk.jo(e)https://www.blogger.com/profile/01488562158252331555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1162707622709458742006-11-05T01:20:00.000-05:002006-11-05T01:20:00.000-05:00I'm guilty of that. I think the reason people blur...I'm guilty of that. I think the reason people blurt HUGE things like that out at the end of a conversation is to escape the pain of actually discussing it. <BR/><BR/>I hope he makes it home safely. One of the guys in my graduating class (of 30 students) died over there. His mom works at my son's school and we see her at times. She always hugs us so tight...I feel like she's thinking of hugging him whenever she hugs us.Kylahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1162705356381281732006-11-05T00:42:00.000-05:002006-11-05T00:42:00.000-05:00Saying a prayer! I love those types of fleeting ye...Saying a prayer! <BR/><BR/>I love those types of fleeting yet meaningful human exchanges.Miekehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17379642820223275359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1162702339534265362006-11-04T23:52:00.000-05:002006-11-04T23:52:00.000-05:00i think it is hard to say the hardest things going...i think it is hard to say the hardest things going on in life -- but they are there at the surface. sometimes, a chance meeting and some shared ground is enough to let them out.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1162692294999884272006-11-04T21:04:00.000-05:002006-11-04T21:04:00.000-05:00Wow. Powerful story. I hope he comes home safely.Wow. Powerful story. I hope he comes home safely.landismomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10328094347362872558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1162690447529630022006-11-04T20:34:00.000-05:002006-11-04T20:34:00.000-05:00Curious Girl's teacher's son is in Iraq, too. I h...Curious Girl's teacher's son is in Iraq, too. I hope they all come home soon, and safe.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1162680309667073072006-11-04T17:45:00.000-05:002006-11-04T17:45:00.000-05:00My friend's husband came home last week. She is G...My friend's husband came home last week. She is GLOWING. He is my age (44)and he had to tell kids my daughter's age (21) what to do. The group he was in charge of spent their time looking for victims; they found loads (literally). He is much worse for the wear, and for what?Pattihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16725753993440817160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1162666086682933072006-11-04T13:48:00.000-05:002006-11-04T13:48:00.000-05:00May her son come home safely. May they all come ho...May her son come home safely. May they all come home safely. And soon.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1162662024005247562006-11-04T12:40:00.000-05:002006-11-04T12:40:00.000-05:00And your prayer is why you bumped carts that day i...And your prayer is why you bumped carts that day in the grocery store. <BR/><BR/>Prayers to her son and all the rest overseas at the moment, for both the US and Canadian troops.BeachMamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17936777379292996065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1162661504944193732006-11-04T12:31:00.000-05:002006-11-04T12:31:00.000-05:00Have you been reading this? http://gocomics.typepa...Have you been reading this? http://gocomics.typepad.com/the_sandbox/Jennifer (ponderosa)https://www.blogger.com/profile/17712875613623664156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1162640203814218002006-11-04T06:36:00.000-05:002006-11-04T06:36:00.000-05:00Sometimes we take the little things, like having o...Sometimes we take the little things, like having our family close by, for granted. I wish the troops could come home for Christmas. Vaya con Dios.Lesleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04949872709953861128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1162621046690919452006-11-04T01:17:00.000-05:002006-11-04T01:17:00.000-05:00Wow. I don't know her, but I will say a prayer to...Wow. I don't know her, but I will say a prayer too. I wish they all could come home. Soon. I can't believe the war is dragging on like this. As a parent, it is harder and harder to understand.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1162619557166673342006-11-04T00:52:00.000-05:002006-11-04T00:52:00.000-05:00Such an evocative description. I hope her son come...Such an evocative description. I hope her son comes home safely.purple_kangaroohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02543172194041505144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1162619488172841072006-11-04T00:51:00.000-05:002006-11-04T00:51:00.000-05:00I LOVE SQUASH SOUP, mmmm, yum yum yum. Do you put...I LOVE SQUASH SOUP, mmmm, yum yum yum. Do you put milk in it? I don't. No butter either. A little onions and garlic and cayenne pepper and/or black pepper.<BR/><BR/>I've arrived in Snowstorm city at Sara's. It was snowing when I left auto city. Some snow on the ground along the way. Glad it wasn't worse. Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.Mary Stebbins Taitthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10626507461216769140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1162611506601491152006-11-03T22:38:00.000-05:002006-11-03T22:38:00.000-05:00Sometimes we collide for but a second and can stil...Sometimes we collide for but a second and can still make a meaningful connection. Nice juxtaposition here.Mother of Inventionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03797365678860039018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1162607689301740072006-11-03T21:34:00.000-05:002006-11-03T21:34:00.000-05:00Wow, that's powerful.Wow, that's powerful.Alicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11805932485542603182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1162607309390065382006-11-03T21:28:00.000-05:002006-11-03T21:28:00.000-05:00A prayer indeed. Godspeed to all of them.A prayer indeed. Godspeed to all of them.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com