tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506397083799402881.post6999540787685472179..comments2023-12-20T07:44:44.114-07:00Comments on Lynne's somewhat invented life: LEAVING LIZA IN THE CARPORTLynne's Somewhat Invented Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07873588229846303640noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506397083799402881.post-64078296814195164912008-01-24T21:51:00.000-07:002008-01-24T21:51:00.000-07:00DO NOT! I REPEAT, DO NOT tell the wooden leg stor...DO NOT! I REPEAT, DO NOT tell the wooden leg story. I will no longer be yfc Well that is not true I will be yfc but your ranking as my favorite mother, well... thatllbeallAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506397083799402881.post-83522750833809599722008-01-23T19:29:00.000-07:002008-01-23T19:29:00.000-07:00Lisa, thanks for the spelling head's up. You let m...Lisa, thanks for the spelling head's up. You let me know when you are ready to have that baby and I'll tell you my wooden leg story.<BR/> <BR/>Sarah, I hope you are going to write that story for our PH GROUP.<BR/><BR/>Ekim, And that is why the angels are overworked. We had a family who did things like that, not once, like you did, by mistake, but dozens of times a week, by stupidity or nonchalance or something--we never could figure it out. We ALL felt safe because we knew there were armies of angels, watching after those children and we know they would be around in case any of our children needed them. Their kids were always protected. It was amazing.<BR/><BR/>I am so glad your boy was safe! Amazing story. Do you have these stories written down? You are welcome to come to our personal history group. Might be a bit of a drive...Lynne's Somewhat Invented Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07873588229846303640noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506397083799402881.post-56749136175853685152008-01-23T17:35:00.000-07:002008-01-23T17:35:00.000-07:00When my son was about 3 years old, his loving cari...When my son was about 3 years old, his loving caring protective mother and father got into the "He's with you" "No, he's with you routine." Panic mode. She was putting groceries away after shopping and I was repairing the deck.<BR/><BR/>We frantically searched. He was gone.<BR/><BR/>A neighbour brought him back. He had gone for a walk trying to get to his friend's house a couple of houses away but got lost. The thing is he crossed the busiest street in town right after highschool got out.<BR/><BR/>Dozens and dozens of hormonally enriched teenagers in over-powered cars.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07508016363936211589noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506397083799402881.post-68240157664239164462008-01-23T10:12:00.000-07:002008-01-23T10:12:00.000-07:00Cute story, it reminds me of when we teased my gra...Cute story, it reminds me of when we teased my grandma by leaving my baby sister (who she hadn't met yet) on the door step, after ringing the doorbell, like an abadoned child.Astromomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01978717367300628814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506397083799402881.post-27949791314451650012008-01-23T00:09:00.000-07:002008-01-23T00:09:00.000-07:00Auntie,If you don't watch out, your posts are goin...Auntie,<BR/>If you don't watch out, your posts are going to put me in labor!<BR/>I can totally see Taylor and Sharee playing it up - and you falling for it!<BR/><BR/>Love you,<BR/>Lisa<BR/><BR/>PS - you misspelled Liza in the title!The Peterson Familyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00718340210377838955noreply@blogger.com