tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post3419371873531991884..comments2023-11-14T20:29:04.094-08:00Comments on Pearl, Why You Little...: Ma'am, Do You Have a Permit to Carry That?Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05261369905176088917noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-72256409766015973782012-04-09T08:26:33.208-07:002012-04-09T08:26:33.208-07:00That's when you need to take up crochet! One h...That's when you need to take up crochet! One hook, some yarn and it's off to your favorite zone. :o) At least that's what I'd do. But then again I'm a hooker and that's what I do, although I don't ride the bus. I've had rocks in my purse too before....isn't that what purses are for? Everything but the kitchen sink!! :o)Chain Stitch Crochethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07865611172125103299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-10292500017340087042012-04-09T03:54:10.023-07:002012-04-09T03:54:10.023-07:00You rock! Your father and my husband actually BELI...You rock! Your father and my husband actually BELIEVE that we women like it when they shout across the house. When I shout AT mine, he says, "Whatttt?" But, if I whisper ABOUT him, he can hear every word :)Linda O'Connellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15982895073903619018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-8056050136989654492012-04-08T17:48:35.836-07:002012-04-08T17:48:35.836-07:00Reminds me of all the rocks that my little guy use...Reminds me of all the rocks that my little guy used to "collect" and ask me to hold in my pocket or purse.<br /><br />Come to think of it, he *may* have come by his rock-loving honestly.Gigihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05467164195744234746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-53328631854614898962012-04-08T16:23:15.732-07:002012-04-08T16:23:15.732-07:00I got a duck. He's doing well. Hey, a duck tha...I got a duck. He's doing well. Hey, a duck that good-looking, you don't eat it all at once, right?Indigo Rothhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03957870121933442627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-79586482354394179342012-04-08T16:03:19.443-07:002012-04-08T16:03:19.443-07:00Wonderful post, Pearl, with all my favorite elemen...Wonderful post, Pearl, with all my favorite elements of your stories -- bus, cats and parents! And an Easter rock! Perfect!!Dr. Kathy McCoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02903015507894951725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-38043336289282261612012-04-08T15:20:25.746-07:002012-04-08T15:20:25.746-07:00Rock fetish in this house too.Rock fetish in this house too.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-74647230670957302782012-04-08T13:46:29.317-07:002012-04-08T13:46:29.317-07:00I love the "your mother loves it when I yell ...I love the "your mother loves it when I yell across the house" line. My husband will undoubtedly be whipping that one out someday, twenty or thirty years from now. Unbeknownst to him, however, I will have my trusty rock at the ready.Credence@Toddlerismshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12398410553915620682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-74872526644263426752012-04-08T11:12:25.002-07:002012-04-08T11:12:25.002-07:00Rocks - free, solid in the hand, emergency weapon ...Rocks - free, solid in the hand, emergency weapon and/or hammer, and a little piece of the big rock we live on. What's not to like?<br /><br />Happy Easter!jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-31646218623469985862012-04-08T11:08:22.079-07:002012-04-08T11:08:22.079-07:00Just yesterday I found a rock on the dining room w...Just yesterday I found a rock on the dining room windowsill. I didn't remember where I got it. Neither did my husband.<br /><br />So I threw it outside.<br /><br />I should have sent it to you.Linda Myershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05706455533282204519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-69921294643058463002012-04-08T11:03:42.243-07:002012-04-08T11:03:42.243-07:00I love this story because of the interaction betwe...I love this story because of the interaction between your parents and rocks. I love rocks, my daughter Christine loves rocks, her daughter Cherish loves rocks. We are the only ones. Why? No clue.Bellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14175778756449339363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-56967087911376062262012-04-08T10:45:06.306-07:002012-04-08T10:45:06.306-07:00I am betting that somewhere in the bowels of the p...I am betting that somewhere in the bowels of the purse, there is tucked away a little kitchen sink!<br />with working faucet...raydenzel1https://www.blogger.com/profile/16212342091537737561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-16365742987384426772012-04-08T10:30:35.546-07:002012-04-08T10:30:35.546-07:00This reminded me of PEANUTS' Charlie Brown get...This reminded me of PEANUTS' Charlie Brown getting a rock in his Christmas stocking.fishduckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07334973392362918928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-66747274984907209272012-04-08T10:08:58.777-07:002012-04-08T10:08:58.777-07:00What's not to like about that?
A rock is a w...What's not to like about that? <br /><br />A rock is a wonderful present. You can hold it, weigh it, throw it at someone you hate, chuck it into a puddle to spatter the clothes of someone just walking past.<br /><br /> Or you can sit in a bus and smile at it, in memory of the good time when your silly dad gave it to you.Frikohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04277167831642088694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-57188723197379147722012-04-08T09:21:51.351-07:002012-04-08T09:21:51.351-07:00At least it's not fattening, like everything e...At least it's not fattening, like everything else at Easter.terleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13953328625206810683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-78817860821229433672012-04-08T08:44:36.540-07:002012-04-08T08:44:36.540-07:00A rock AND a memory.A rock AND a memory.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-83802287398867634962012-04-08T08:21:23.707-07:002012-04-08T08:21:23.707-07:00Heavens...I collect rocks too. Not large ones mind...Heavens...I collect rocks too. Not large ones mind you - just small and cute little chunks to remind me of a lovely spot on planet earth. I'm so proud of you for outing your rock obsession - I'm still a bit in the closet but you've give me courage. Hello; my name is Camille - and I collect rocks....Camillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14278577270209960567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-70636968404946925452012-04-08T08:04:26.705-07:002012-04-08T08:04:26.705-07:00Funny about people and rocks, I think every one lo...Funny about people and rocks, I think every one loves them. Our beach has a wide stretch of small rock that washes up at the foreshore, no one ever goes down there without picking up a few rocks and examining them, sometimes they put them in their pockets, and sometimes they put them back on the beach, but everyone has a look at a few that catch their eye. I could look at rocks all day : )anonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03703233313854600531noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-88563763992294712832012-04-08T07:59:37.339-07:002012-04-08T07:59:37.339-07:00Now you have a Pet Rock. What more could you ask? ...Now you have a Pet Rock. What more could you ask? You should be a prospector. You could find a lot more Pet Rocks. ":) ~RRaymond Alexander Kukkeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01347971987435644221noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-7625875308564358592012-04-08T07:59:14.465-07:002012-04-08T07:59:14.465-07:00Old married folks are a hoot, except for my in-law...Old married folks are a hoot, except for my in-laws. My recently departed dad-in-law and still lively and moving to a retirement home mom-in-law use to yell at each other from across their house. Far from being a comfortable show of affection after years of living together their exchanges while so tense I half expected knives to be pulled at any minute.Commander Zaiushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11000824454124236774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-62373178830314462952012-04-08T07:55:02.577-07:002012-04-08T07:55:02.577-07:00I used to collect rocks for one of my students a l...I used to collect rocks for one of my students a long time ago. At least I now know what to send you for gifts on religious holidaze. I have a few pretty rocks myself.esbbostonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09946279220170973147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-55001244989918247692012-04-08T07:13:01.173-07:002012-04-08T07:13:01.173-07:00Now see Pearl this is where a kindle would come in...Now see Pearl this is where a kindle would come in handy - on the bus.<br />Please put that rock down!Pathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01529798893653033970noreply@blogger.com