tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post3447651325328091626..comments2024-03-22T18:13:10.026-06:00Comments on On the Alberta/Montana Border: Parking LessonsDiane Stringam Tolleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-67432391554374347302013-03-29T19:09:53.059-06:002013-03-29T19:09:53.059-06:00Thank you so much, LeAnn! And I'm so glad to d...Thank you so much, LeAnn! And I'm so glad to discover someone my age! I thought I was the oldest person in the world!!! :)Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-43837192750228758672013-03-29T19:08:29.344-06:002013-03-29T19:08:29.344-06:00Oooh! I like that! Whirling dervish. It has such a...Oooh! I like that! Whirling dervish. It has such a . . . busy sound! <br />I think my skull must be carved out of granite. That is really the only explanation...Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-50895308850261193022013-03-29T19:06:53.089-06:002013-03-29T19:06:53.089-06:00I was definitely an untapped resource. Imagine me ...I was definitely an untapped resource. Imagine me hooked up to an electrical grid? I could have powered continents!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-32446196627657780062013-03-29T19:05:47.972-06:002013-03-29T19:05:47.972-06:00Isn't that what all of our fights were about??...Isn't that what all of our fights were about???! By the way . . . it was you! :)Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-5879867700587304362013-03-29T17:29:25.386-06:002013-03-29T17:29:25.386-06:00Another great story; I am smiling on this one. You...Another great story; I am smiling on this one. You certainly have a gift for writing and I love your stories. I am assuming that we are somewhat close in age and I remember the town I grew up in was like yours. Cars were parked at a angle. My parents used to drive downtown and park the car and we would just watch people. Strange I know but I learned a lot during these moments. <br />Blessings for this one!LeAnnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18107717294803352571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-22618580106793368372013-03-29T11:35:06.691-06:002013-03-29T11:35:06.691-06:00The term "whirling dervish" keeps poppin...The term "whirling dervish" keeps popping into my head ... that's what my teacher mother called any of the hyperactive kids :)<br /><br />"no brain, no pain" made me smile - you obviously still have a brain in very good working order, but the question is, "How?", given all your hijinks??jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-17108208157052954202013-03-29T09:12:33.352-06:002013-03-29T09:12:33.352-06:00Oh my Diane... you had so much energy... how did y...Oh my Diane... you had so much energy... how did your mom keep up with you :)Launna https://www.blogger.com/profile/09447311902825477772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-60648056609328441062013-03-29T09:03:50.712-06:002013-03-29T09:03:50.712-06:00I think the argument was over who started the last...I think the argument was over who started the last fight...George Stringamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11375285536941813368noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-53542266666249139892013-03-29T08:32:52.441-06:002013-03-29T08:32:52.441-06:00I visit daily!I visit daily!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-34372383563123619672013-03-29T08:23:13.400-06:002013-03-29T08:23:13.400-06:00People were so much more laid back in the 50's...People were so much more laid back in the 50's. I'd like to go back there.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com