tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809709352834557002.post263029223030958907..comments2024-01-09T22:10:07.241-06:00Comments on Fractured Family Tales: SOC/Sunday MorningsRobbie Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355421896613106268noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809709352834557002.post-34095536230287100932012-01-23T00:07:17.105-06:002012-01-23T00:07:17.105-06:00Ham grossed me out. I wonder if I even liked it th...Ham grossed me out. I wonder if I even liked it then or if I was just too polite to ask for anything else.Robbie Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12355421896613106268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809709352834557002.post-90077090484877784852012-01-23T00:06:29.688-06:002012-01-23T00:06:29.688-06:00I remember alternating between trying to listen in...I remember alternating between trying to listen in on them and being annoyed that they were STILL talking. We just couldn't wrap our heads around them having so much to say. I mean they were MOMS!Robbie Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12355421896613106268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809709352834557002.post-64652998403277685552012-01-23T00:05:01.976-06:002012-01-23T00:05:01.976-06:00I still drink coke...inherited from my mother I sa...I still drink coke...inherited from my mother I say.Robbie Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12355421896613106268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809709352834557002.post-79550056127186222782012-01-22T16:22:57.336-06:002012-01-22T16:22:57.336-06:00Isn't it amazing how much food plays a role in...Isn't it amazing how much food plays a role in our memories. Although I have to say that I'm amazed that you haven't had ham since.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01612926604575095219noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809709352834557002.post-33866329941127127822012-01-22T15:34:07.696-06:002012-01-22T15:34:07.696-06:00This made me hungry for Wonder Bread, Bologna, Ame...This made me hungry for Wonder Bread, Bologna, American, mayo, and mustard. Nom nom. <br /><br />I always used to listen to my mom's conversations, hoping to hear something good about me. Alas, I was never the center of their talking. :)Kallayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08500713474538106685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809709352834557002.post-61451438548907043872012-01-22T11:55:34.240-06:002012-01-22T11:55:34.240-06:00I never understood why grown-ups could talk so muc...I never understood why grown-ups could talk so much, either! Now I get it... ;)LDiggittyhttp://www.lovelysim.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809709352834557002.post-11936587964095523592012-01-22T11:33:51.531-06:002012-01-22T11:33:51.531-06:00As a fellow forty something, this sounds all too f...As a fellow forty something, this sounds all too familiar. Some days I miss white bread and potato and Coke. We have to worry about it all now.all.things.fadrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12360485767226502603noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809709352834557002.post-14524986083959664512012-01-22T07:05:06.669-06:002012-01-22T07:05:06.669-06:00It's funny that you remember the food so speci...It's funny that you remember the food so specifically - and the brands of all the cigarettes. <br /><br />As I recall, I wasn't typically allowed to have Saturday night sleepovers because of church. Since I went to Catholic school and so did all of my friends, Friday was our sleepover night, and Sunday was for church with the family. I do remember going to church with my friend Amy and her grandma once.Erin O'Riordanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14829574740027964039noreply@blogger.com