tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954083667216359005.post8960910314469835433..comments2023-06-30T10:06:35.849-04:00Comments on Ow, my angst: When We Were Girlskarensomethingorotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14476544335741075497noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954083667216359005.post-83769641200953955842011-07-26T19:52:13.219-04:002011-07-26T19:52:13.219-04:00thank you Sarcasm Goddess, you're very kind :)...thank you Sarcasm Goddess, you're very kind :) Yes, those highschool letters are GOLD now. Or maybe not, considering highschool sucked, but they sure are interesting.karensomethingorotherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14476544335741075497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954083667216359005.post-13815750951308090302011-07-26T16:06:17.219-04:002011-07-26T16:06:17.219-04:00This makes me want to dig out all my old notes fro...This makes me want to dig out all my old notes from friends!! Found you at The Suniverse! Love!THE SARCASM GODDESShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16701902616479991303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954083667216359005.post-44405966231727737792010-09-01T08:48:51.864-04:002010-09-01T08:48:51.864-04:00no personality other than rude sarcasm? That is n...no personality other than rude sarcasm? That is not true. Geez, don't forget we were teenagers--nuff said.karensomethingorotherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14476544335741075497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954083667216359005.post-23092119352466869002010-08-31T19:18:27.329-04:002010-08-31T19:18:27.329-04:00RV?? So that had to be high school. I had been thi...RV?? So that had to be high school. I had been thinking elementary for some reason. Well, being described as evil back then doesn't surprise me. I was major lost at the time and had no personality other than rude sarcasm. "What's changed?", I can hear you asking... :)<br /><br />And Lisa: well done. I relax just thinking about the swing.Mattnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954083667216359005.post-14354070012066905682010-08-31T12:43:56.790-04:002010-08-31T12:43:56.790-04:00Thanks Alaina, yesterday was particularly revoltin...Thanks Alaina, yesterday was particularly revolting. Hm--better blog about it. <br /> That's nice about your friend, and funny too about having to write notes to each other on anything you could find. I know that well. I used to write notes to a friend at work on the back of cashier "float" sheets. <br /> I also noted when you said you were good friends until boys came along :)karensomethingorotherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14476544335741075497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954083667216359005.post-88246359789343031942010-08-31T08:22:04.556-04:002010-08-31T08:22:04.556-04:00Wow, when I read your posts all I can think is tha...Wow, when I read your posts all I can think is that we have so many things that are the same. My best friend and I grew up pretty much the same. I was remeniscing about when we both had summer jobs and we would write notes to each other on whatever we could find, she worked at a ice cream stand and would use their foam cups. We spent almost every summer together until she started dating, I was a late bloomer in the boy department. We lived down the road from each other, during school year we each had different friends because I was a grade older and she was into sports. But come that first day after school we were always together. I usually get to see her once a year during the summer when she visits from California with her children for 3 wks. It is as if I just saw her the day before, we start up where we left off the year before. <br /><br />Just so you know you are normal, my kids are driving me crazy, I am not one of those mom's who wishes school never came after summer. Get those kids off to school ASAP. I went back to work part-time and I LOVE it. Hang in there, keep on swimming.awal.nyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15446855739771971007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954083667216359005.post-24676324523719398432010-08-30T12:48:27.371-04:002010-08-30T12:48:27.371-04:00Lisa, I'll have to email you and Matt the init...Lisa, I'll have to email you and Matt the initials, and maybe you can remember one of the guys I was BOY CRAZY ABOUT and now haven't got a clue who he is. That's great about your swing. I can't believe, still, that you're all the way down in Tennessee now! <br /><br />Matt, you WERE mentioned in one of the letters as being evil with your friend at the time--RV. Har har.karensomethingorotherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14476544335741075497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954083667216359005.post-67268476217080544092010-08-30T12:46:57.317-04:002010-08-30T12:46:57.317-04:00Matt, you are completely right, I believe, that me...Matt, you are completely right, I believe, that men--in general--tend to not lose that spirit of childhood. I think that's one of the charming qualities about men--and annoying at times when you want your man to stop being excited about video games. But I digress. You nailed everything else on the head; filling our lives to the brim with responsibilities and worries.karensomethingorotherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14476544335741075497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954083667216359005.post-81970592984519665402010-08-29T22:58:26.517-04:002010-08-29T22:58:26.517-04:00LOL I looked at the initials and tried to figure ...LOL I looked at the initials and tried to figure them out too. LOL. <br /><br />When I bought a huge wooden playset for the backyard a few years ago. I made sure I got one big and strong enough to hold 2 adults. 7 years later I still go out there and swing by myself and the dogs. Sometimes after work and sometimes in the quiet at dusk. Tennessee is too darn hot to be outside in the summer, but fall is coming and I'll be back out there in the evenings. : )Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954083667216359005.post-32957677950158105602010-08-29T18:56:48.832-04:002010-08-29T18:56:48.832-04:00Thanks for talking about the importance of remembe...Thanks for talking about the importance of remembering to play, even as adults. We fill our lives to the margins with responsibilities, balanced with fantasies of escape, but we rarely as adults take moments of play. Those moments leave me rested and better able to do work, family, bills, etc. It brings me great joy when I see Paula laughing and playing with Gabe. Since I did not know her as a kid, I can now imagine it. We joke that she skipped childhood completely, but now I know better. I think dads are better at remembering to play than mom's overall. (Don't throw anything at me ladies!)<br /><br />Also, I was greatly relieved that nowhere in the note MT was mentioned! lol I am also relieved that I cannot decipher who those initials are (other than C, of course!) Consider yourself on notice to arrange a wider reunion next time, okay?Mattnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954083667216359005.post-3494969045768269412010-08-29T13:22:58.235-04:002010-08-29T13:22:58.235-04:00yes, apparently the bread flour makes a big differ...yes, apparently the bread flour makes a big difference. Peter is quite the cook. If he'd had more time today, I'd have forced him to make his bolognaise sauce.karensomethingorotherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14476544335741075497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954083667216359005.post-22377550719207871072010-08-28T21:47:23.214-04:002010-08-28T21:47:23.214-04:00How wonderful karen to be reunited with a best chi...How wonderful karen to be reunited with a best childhood friend! I love summer and it always brings back the best childhood memories especially the ones of dad still at home!<br /><br />Peter sounds like quite the cook! I will have to try the bread flour.Pamelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08927138217537614502noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954083667216359005.post-48607603957842436502010-08-27T14:09:19.325-04:002010-08-27T14:09:19.325-04:00Jen, you have that shirt?!? Why don't I have ...Jen, you have that shirt?!? Why don't I have that shirt??? Yeah, you know what--I read a STACK of those letters at once, and I don't know if I'll even read the rest of them. They are indeed fairly shudder-worthy. <br /><br />Cranbery: oh gods no--I don't want to be a teenager again. It just seems idyllic as I look back on it now, then look at the peanut butter grease on my shorts, then back on my 'carefree' teeanger life, then at the bags under my eyes...oh man, I need a nap.karensomethingorotherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14476544335741075497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954083667216359005.post-11303233935575126682010-08-26T22:01:13.533-04:002010-08-26T22:01:13.533-04:00Ohh thanks for sharing :)
This was really lovely....Ohh thanks for sharing :)<br /><br />This was really lovely. I have a collection of highschool letters somewhere too! Although it's only been about five years since they were written, so I can't bring myself to read them yet! *Shudder*<br /><br />ALSO.<br /><br />I HAVE THAT SHIRT!<br /><br />Jake Ryan (Squee!!)Jennifer Louisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16851877895753052497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954083667216359005.post-43990852775784050552010-08-26T15:24:10.840-04:002010-08-26T15:24:10.840-04:00I had a good friend like that once. At about the s...I had a good friend like that once. At about the same age. it would be weird to see her.<br /><br />I don't miss being a girl though. Life was a train wreck back then.<br /><br />Nice post!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954083667216359005.post-45188286121530965722010-08-26T15:13:49.312-04:002010-08-26T15:13:49.312-04:00for some reason, I could not put my image referenc...for some reason, I could not put my image reference in any READABLE sized font, so here it is just so's I'm 'on the level':<br /><br />Image reference: http://www.80stees.com/pages/t-shirts/80s-movie/Sixteen_Candles_t-shirt.aspkarensomethingorotherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14476544335741075497noreply@blogger.com