tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604824.post111527636675616292..comments2023-06-29T04:30:53.346-07:00Comments on Patriside: I Want to Take You HigherPuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14664535689082594733noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604824.post-1115487363955046292005-05-07T10:36:00.000-07:002005-05-07T10:36:00.000-07:00Well, screw it! I waited around to see if someone...Well, screw it! I waited around to see if someone else would step up to the plate and save me from exposing myself as the lovesick gal I am, and no go. <BR/><BR/>So...<BR/><BR/>Jim, *this* is why. Because one random, otherwise ordinary day or single moment, is a poem to you. Ever and always present...you pay attention. <BR/><BR/>"Marni and Zeke took to the swings, "higher daddy, higher," my hands pushing two little pendulums in perfect rhythm, sending them soaring to kiss the early May sky"...<BR/><BR/>*sigh*....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604824.post-1115310482006071962005-05-05T09:28:00.000-07:002005-05-05T09:28:00.000-07:00Soon after we stepped into the warmth of the house...<I>Soon after we stepped into the warmth of the house, they fell out as if they'd been hit with tranquilizer darts.</I><BR/><BR/>I just had a mental image of your babes falling over as soon as they stepped inside..almost like their 'on' buttons were switched off. <BR/><BR/>Sounds like the park was a great time.Glitzyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12007082483897992315noreply@blogger.com