tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32288822.post2745424950249216818..comments2023-09-26T12:17:59.145-04:00Comments on GradPadScansion: Treehugging as Ineffective BrakeDavohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18265990922728827185noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32288822.post-60523489756910089432008-06-02T08:40:00.000-04:002008-06-02T08:40:00.000-04:00Ah, yes! And it only gets worse. Time moves into...Ah, yes! And it only gets worse. Time moves into warp speed, the body doesn't allow you to do the house/yard work at the pace it once did, and you realize that maybe the path not taken was the better path. Then you have a glass of wine, watch the sunset, pet the cat, and realize it ain't so bad after all.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32288822.post-19738763900577724542008-06-01T22:19:00.000-04:002008-06-01T22:19:00.000-04:00Umm... 39 is nowhere near 90, my friend. Happy bel...Umm... 39 is nowhere near 90, my friend. Happy belated birthday.WhooperLuvrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03900472769243196363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32288822.post-57755223199057001962008-06-01T05:35:00.000-04:002008-06-01T05:35:00.000-04:00Here I figured you for one of the kids. ...at leas...Here I figured you for one of the kids. ...at least 3 years my younger I thought.<BR/><BR/>Happy birthday. I've been 'away' for about a week or I certainly would have sent a Facebook greeting. Because that's the important thing right?Wishydighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06141057866370676641noreply@blogger.com