tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25748941.post115532715640944246..comments2023-11-05T04:15:08.764-08:00Comments on Leftover Flying: Bowling is Okay!paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03290037522958683660noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25748941.post-1155565040767095872006-08-14T07:17:00.000-07:002006-08-14T07:17:00.000-07:00Of course, it's really funny!Remember: my Inner Ch...Of course, it's really funny!<BR/>Remember: my Inner Child is Sad :-( and has a lens of perception all his own.<BR/>But my Inner Adult thought it was a hoot!<BR/>;-} He wants to slip into a comfy shirt, fire up the Ponti, and roll down to Lucky Strikes Lanes! Long necks and Jerry Lee!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25748941.post-1155523932614544862006-08-13T19:52:00.000-07:002006-08-13T19:52:00.000-07:00Gosh thanks, Brian. I think this story is really f...Gosh thanks, Brian. I think this story is really funny. Does it not come off as funny?<BR/><BR/>Anonymous P: I wish you were here since 11:48. We would be dangerous teammates; it would be great! I am adding Bowling Alone to the book list I plan to glut on when this quarter ends. Thanks.paulahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03290037522958683660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25748941.post-1155354925525828672006-08-11T20:55:00.000-07:002006-08-11T20:55:00.000-07:00I was a competitive bitch even while losing. How ...I was a competitive bitch even while losing. How is that for sad, other P? Have you read "Bowling Alone"? That is sadder then when you or I cried in our room because we weren't good enough, at anything, bowling, pressing shirts, stopping toddler tantrums, et al. Someone is projecting again.<BR/><BR/>I wish I was there. Actually, right now, at 11:48 EST, I wish I was anywhere but here.<BR/><BR/>Glad as always for new postings, gorgeous.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25748941.post-1155346885126059482006-08-11T18:41:00.000-07:002006-08-11T18:41:00.000-07:00Gosh, P. I was nearly in tears. Then, you got to t...Gosh, P. I was nearly in tears. Then, you got to that part about playing in the present and I wasn't so alone anymore. <BR/>Nice entry. <BR/>Sweet. Touching.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com