tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post8377093472573174053..comments2024-03-22T18:13:10.026-06:00Comments on On the Alberta/Montana Border: Rise and ShineDiane Stringam Tolleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-52848628429015705192014-08-15T09:31:31.858-06:002014-08-15T09:31:31.858-06:00Aarrgh! Must be a cosmic significance in there som...Aarrgh! Must be a cosmic significance in there somewhere, but danged if I can see it!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-21085005869471617862014-08-15T09:30:39.042-06:002014-08-15T09:30:39.042-06:00Yeah. John Henry, he could hammer! I agree. I know...Yeah. John Henry, he could hammer! I agree. I know what I'd like to do with that hammer!!!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-44283403211073032362014-08-15T09:29:45.470-06:002014-08-15T09:29:45.470-06:00Oh, SOOO true! :)Oh, SOOO true! :)Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-17180470653388195042014-08-15T09:29:31.889-06:002014-08-15T09:29:31.889-06:00Life at the beach. I can only dream . . .Life at the beach. I can only dream . . .Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-76380851900413789642014-08-15T09:29:10.169-06:002014-08-15T09:29:10.169-06:00Oooh! Bacon! That would definitely get me up!Oooh! Bacon! That would definitely get me up!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-47647172180218018032014-08-15T09:28:35.103-06:002014-08-15T09:28:35.103-06:00It has taken a while . . . :)It has taken a while . . . :)Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-58732853650603249442014-08-15T09:28:14.823-06:002014-08-15T09:28:14.823-06:00I don't think mortal means could record such a...I don't think mortal means could record such a sound . . .Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-36825355628138140322014-08-15T09:27:51.129-06:002014-08-15T09:27:51.129-06:00Once again, I wanna be you! :)Once again, I wanna be you! :)Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-26531384486553265552014-08-14T08:16:21.900-06:002014-08-14T08:16:21.900-06:00This morning ours was an errant blare from our CO ...This morning ours was an errant blare from our CO monitor. One large shriek at 4am. Why? I ask you. Why?Carol Cassarahttp://www.carolcassara.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-89676461788105083152014-08-14T06:56:32.912-06:002014-08-14T06:56:32.912-06:00See I told you we were just alike my husband will ...See I told you we were just alike my husband will start singing Johnny Cashs' John Henry...He is a very early morning person while I wake up at the respectable time of 7-8 am he is stuck on 4 A.M. yeah I'm think no jury would convict me. Renahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12296781992150172086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-52343748770268479982014-08-14T03:42:36.006-06:002014-08-14T03:42:36.006-06:00It is a matter of perspective, you never seem to m...It is a matter of perspective, you never seem to miss something, until it is no longer there.. Bodynsoilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09841362525044310742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-27573943979159094112014-08-14T00:02:03.529-06:002014-08-14T00:02:03.529-06:00Rise and shine?
I've often risen, but rarely s...Rise and shine?<br />I've often risen, but rarely shone.<br />I don't remember how I woke when I was very little, but after mum left, dad would set the alarm clock as he left for work and when it rang I would get up, eat breakfast and head off to school. In summer holidays no clock was needed, I was up with the sun, or before it and head to the beach, 5 minutes walk away. <br />I think your husby's method is very effective.Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-48254450621727559802014-08-13T23:00:39.205-06:002014-08-13T23:00:39.205-06:00Love it! Luckily, I have always been able to wake...Love it! Luckily, I have always been able to wake up on my own without an alarm clock. My husband is a VERY early riser, and he just starts cooking bacon when he wants the teenagers to get up!Lanahttp://www.twoteensandtheirmama.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-77394292909283518962014-08-13T18:38:24.596-06:002014-08-13T18:38:24.596-06:00It is all a matter of perspective. Some of those i...It is all a matter of perspective. Some of those irritating moments are now recalled as precious ones. <br />Blessings for this cute one!LeAnnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18107717294803352571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-54337343257161209742014-08-13T09:32:30.668-06:002014-08-13T09:32:30.668-06:00You need to record your husby and sell it to peopl...You need to record your husby and sell it to people like me who have two alarms set and can still sleep in ...<br /><br />jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-45311913487117495772014-08-13T08:31:01.261-06:002014-08-13T08:31:01.261-06:00I'm happy to say I haven't been wakened by...I'm happy to say I haven't been wakened by an alarm clock since I retired four years ago and I never want to hear one again.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com