tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668789517158203028.post1556282621442207465..comments2023-06-17T03:55:47.973-06:00Comments on A Ton of Authors and a Wannabe: The Time Change and the Purple ShirtBevan Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00426547445695704087noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668789517158203028.post-59013784654276623742008-03-14T17:11:00.000-06:002008-03-14T17:11:00.000-06:00You might try the system I tried to use with my hu...You might try the system I tried to use with my husband who travels alot for Boeing. I remembered a line of childrens clothing called Ger Animals (spelling ?) any way the concept is that the clothing comes with amimal tags and you match the clothing by the animals on the tag. Well as you can probably quess, if my husband couldn't figure out the system, I don't know how any child could. Oh, and I have tried to explain to him that you can not count the little hotel shampoos and soaps as a "honey I missed you gift" the little bottles are cute, but not exactly something I wanted to start to collect. Doug, maybe you will get some shampoo when your wife gets home.Carlene Dudahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08979485072675806022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668789517158203028.post-23997569406911746172008-03-11T21:56:00.000-06:002008-03-11T21:56:00.000-06:00Janet, thanks for the complement. It was a complem...Janet, thanks for the complement. It was a complement, wasn't it. I super consentrate on things I like to do, like my job. I don't consentrate on the small things, like my tie, or which glasses I have on. I have three pair, and I usually can't find them when they are on the top of my head. The reason I wear a tie at work is because I want to look nice when famous authors like you meet me. Make sure to give me a few hours notice so I can clean off my desk and fix my tie. P.S. Janet is one of the hardest working authors out there. and Tamra, and Marcia and Tracy etc...Doug Johnstonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10983247968417757065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668789517158203028.post-64770777194281054472008-03-11T21:37:00.000-06:002008-03-11T21:37:00.000-06:00Doug - how come you are so competent and detail or...Doug - how come you are so competent and detail oriented at work? :)<BR/><BR/>Great picture.Janet Kay Jensenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12207227197020022860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668789517158203028.post-79926562048877642602008-03-11T12:15:00.000-06:002008-03-11T12:15:00.000-06:00Thanks, my wife knows how to dress me.Thanks, my wife knows how to dress me.Doug Johnstonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10983247968417757065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668789517158203028.post-15594258362623166582008-03-11T09:56:00.000-06:002008-03-11T09:56:00.000-06:00Love the picture, it adds a lot to the effect to t...Love the picture, it adds a lot to the effect to the story.Tracyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11718521138038097325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668789517158203028.post-16401179616417355032008-03-10T14:39:00.000-06:002008-03-10T14:39:00.000-06:00#1 reason not to wear an elastic waistband--ever!M...#1 reason not to wear an elastic waistband--ever!<BR/><BR/>Many years back, I was about to teach a RS lesson, but had to use "the facilities" right before--you know, nerves and all... Anyhoo, I was wearing a skirt with an elastic waistband, and when I walked back into the room to teach, aparently I had a long strand of TP trailing behind me, secured by the elastic waistband. One of my good friends rushed up to me, nearly tackling me as she pulled the TP from my skirt. Talk about true friendship!Tamra Nortonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07101691943374446121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668789517158203028.post-21815520144930342862008-03-10T13:36:00.000-06:002008-03-10T13:36:00.000-06:00That is classic! For your sake, I hope your wife ...That is classic! For your sake, I hope your wife hurries home, too!<BR/>That just reminded me of an incident my freshman year in high school. I realized when I reached behind me to scratch my back during early morning seminary (I must have been half asleep when I got dressed) that I forgot something important that morning. I was pretty embarrassed when the other girls figured it out when I called my mom and she brought it to me. (I'm glad I'm not in high school anymore!) 'Nuff said! :-)Tamsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13936856981969702002noreply@blogger.com