tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30608643.post2350031520185487662..comments2023-10-15T08:43:40.296-04:00Comments on zamphir panflutemaster: Every Turkey Dies But Not Every Turkey Truly Livescrsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05938033455038715980noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30608643.post-85385083460902752602008-01-22T23:43:00.000-05:002008-01-22T23:43:00.000-05:00Lucy- How about tonight he just started "I lugjyo ...Lucy- How about tonight he just started "I lugjyo mommy, i lovgjo goje, i logjo max, i lugjyo daddy" It melted me!<BR/><BR/>Lisa- You are too good to me sweetie! I don't want to let you down!<BR/><BR/>Mrs. Z- Hugs back and thank you. When I am clutched under my covers trying to bathe myself in a white light of protection, I am going to refer to this in my head. I think it will be comforting.<BR/><BR/>Pippa- HI SUNSHINE! Ive missed you! That had to totally suck with the snippet going through that when she did. It really put the whole thing in perspective for me. Hugs to you sweetie.<BR/><BR/>Zig- Im going to remind myself that too. "it's already four in nova scotia..." maybe that will help...<BR/><BR/>Gretty- awww...yer sweet. id feel guiltier about you if i didn't get to see you more than i blog. Is she almost 3??? Its freaky I tell ya...<BR/><BR/>SB- Sir, that is the best compliment ive gotten in a long long time. I blog at your pleasure.<BR/><BR/>MOTD- my dad used to be up that early and we'd have talks about my fears. Now he sleeps on the other side of town and would kick my ass if I called him before 9am.<BR/><BR/>sega- thank you so much sunshine. you werent there so did you get the pep talk about how it's not a bad thing and that we invited him so not to get panicked? (if so and it didn't really stick? welcome sister.) I am going to bring bagels i think. I thought it might make it all less scary for all of us. Because really, when you bite into a bagel you end up with a big smiling piece of gluten. Which I find strangely comforting. Ill bathe you in my light of comfort on THursday sweetie.crsehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05938033455038715980noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30608643.post-11460653767645165772008-01-22T09:50:00.000-05:002008-01-22T09:50:00.000-05:00i am oddly comforted by your chaos & seeking medic...i am oddly comforted by your chaos & seeking medication for thursday as well as i too feel highly unstable... i am trying to send good vibes towards the people i like... by the way, that includes you since i'm saying it to you... looking forward to your story...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30608643.post-62954951700142575452008-01-22T06:59:00.000-05:002008-01-22T06:59:00.000-05:00Not to worry about the 4 a.m. hour the only thing ...Not to worry about the 4 a.m. hour the only thing up at that hour is my father and that's cos he's a nut that goes to bed to damn early. Even the paranormal have to get some rest!The Mistress of the Darkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16923975714269274370noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30608643.post-27609751444010736962008-01-21T23:23:00.000-05:002008-01-21T23:23:00.000-05:00I think I'll leave the death hour where it sits - ...I think I'll leave the death hour where it sits - I have my own, troubling relationship with the 3:00 am hour.<BR/><BR/>With that said - and with no proper segue - I'll reiterate that you are without a doubt my favourite blogger. It's good to get this peek in to your world and to see that you're still hanging in there.<BR/><BR/>No pressure though! Take care of business. All of this nonsense will still be here when you get around to it.Trelvixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10687813532564473260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30608643.post-47941028250390747642008-01-21T22:35:00.000-05:002008-01-21T22:35:00.000-05:00Angel is obsessed with death at the moment too. He...Angel is obsessed with death at the moment too. Her fish died the day after xmas and she still tells me about it every time I talk to her. Don't go away for that long again!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30608643.post-43415878558557680662008-01-21T22:00:00.000-05:002008-01-21T22:00:00.000-05:00Just remember buddy....it's always 4am somewhere.....Just remember buddy....it's always 4am somewhere....:)ZigZagManhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03124688107164515604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30608643.post-69926455598600771852008-01-21T20:16:00.000-05:002008-01-21T20:16:00.000-05:00First of all, HI! Second, I already knew about th...First of all, HI! Second, I already knew about the death hour and dealt with that years ago but I do feel your pain. Third, don't spend too much time worrying about Norm's fixation on death. Red Headed Snippet went through the same thing at around the same age, trying to process the concept of death. Only in her case it was the same time that her brother died so her method of processing was a little more intense and involved a lot of lying very still on the ground in the back yard with her hands crossed over her chest and having her friends "bury" her in leaves. Yeah, she freaked out a lot of people and I had to tell her to only do that at our house. So, I think Norm is probably fine.Pippajohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07651166001450622296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30608643.post-36393128887607857112008-01-21T16:42:00.000-05:002008-01-21T16:42:00.000-05:00Hugs honey, I really think its "the darkest hour"...Hugs honey, I really think its "the darkest hour" because after 4 am you start getting the first ambient light from the sun coming up, I dont believe it has anything to do with the paranormal.Mrs.ZigZagManhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02566997424208120959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30608643.post-23187129569656433832008-01-21T10:57:00.001-05:002008-01-21T10:57:00.001-05:00Oh you are back! YOU ARE BACK! (baybeee!)YEY! I a...Oh you are back! YOU ARE BACK! (baybeee!)<BR/><BR/>YEY! I am way too happy about it.<BR/><BR/>YEY!! (Did I say that already?)Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16010635183616220660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30608643.post-17255295878037551032008-01-21T10:57:00.000-05:002008-01-21T10:57:00.000-05:00He sista--Welcome back. Thanks for the death hour!...He sista--<BR/>Welcome back. Thanks for the death hour! Two things: yes, Lowe's or the Depot have healthy low fumes paint, and yes, of course I know this. And like Turnip, Gwennie didn't start saying "I love you" until she was at least three (now she says it all the time). I think it's the second child "this whole damned house revolves around me" way of thinking. I love the brain dump of this post. It was fun.Lucyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12414588542878811510noreply@blogger.com