tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163902.post2232088024721819969..comments2023-07-06T08:35:12.595-07:00Comments on doobleh-vay: The recreation center has tiny crap crammed in plastic containers and they cost a quarter but they make Finn beamamy turn sharp http://www.blogger.com/profile/02464390111666094856noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163902.post-61660360734845280812009-11-23T20:42:18.678-08:002009-11-23T20:42:18.678-08:00On a different note. Your phone booth comment - ho...On a different note. Your phone booth comment - how true- makes me wonder, where does Clark Kent change into Superman now that we don't have phone booths anymore?Lisa Nelsen-Woodshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13731962631056727458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163902.post-36463292564316777092009-11-23T18:50:56.849-08:002009-11-23T18:50:56.849-08:00Thank you for sharing that glimpse into your life....Thank you for sharing that glimpse into your life. <br /><br />And it's hard to recognize those moments when you're in them, but seriously, at least you know to recognize them for their beauty.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163902.post-20174946995851084342009-11-23T14:34:03.512-08:002009-11-23T14:34:03.512-08:00don't you remember how fast those ponies were ...don't you remember how fast those ponies were in front of k-mart? and how expensive?<br /><br />now? they are slow and loud. and my definition of expensive has totally changed.<br /><br />loved this one. xxooxoxox.karey m.https://www.blogger.com/profile/17431535677698029278noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163902.post-14931017455141163952009-11-22T12:52:18.223-08:002009-11-22T12:52:18.223-08:00I wish I had some tiny something in a plastic cont...I wish I had some tiny something in a plastic container that could make me that cost a quarter and could make me happy on days like today when I am in a sucky mood... REALLY!!! :)vincenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01518837862072891054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163902.post-53886312316509062642009-11-22T09:03:19.190-08:002009-11-22T09:03:19.190-08:00I can smell everything about the moment: the quart...I can smell everything about the moment: the quarter, the plastic, the squeal, your calm breath in that pause. This is the perfect first page to another novel, that I know you will some day publish. <br /><br />Totally unrelated, but there's a mom at my son's school who looks like you; at least who I think you look like. And we don't talk much, just enjoy standing close to each other on the playground. I hope you and me get to stand next to each other on a playground while the kids are still young; I'd love to see our foursome beam in the open air.village mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08921372072320111124noreply@blogger.com