tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post6237906424157235417..comments2023-09-11T23:57:00.520-05:00Comments on Velvet Sacks: Playing catch upLinda@VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04499621332375290781noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-25078817384368117972008-03-01T09:13:00.000-06:002008-03-01T09:13:00.000-06:00You can never have too long a post! I'm starting t...You can never have too long a post! <BR/><BR/>I'm starting to have a muddy paw problem now that the snow has melted, and it's especially hair-raising with the new carpet. Of course Spot doesn't wait in the kitchen like I ask him to, he shoots straight through to the living room. If I had my head on straight, I'd bring a towel outside and hang it on the railing by the door for the times I'm outside with him and can catch the mud before he brings it in. But when he's out on his own, I guess I'll be on my hands and knees wiping up mud off the carpet.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-4607692299019386492008-02-29T22:58:00.000-06:002008-02-29T22:58:00.000-06:00Linda, rant on! I think your idea about having a ...Linda, rant on! I think your idea about having a policeman talk to high school students is a good one. It occurred to me just this minute that the kind of kids who do things like this grow up to be the kind of men who toss beer bottles on the side of the road as they drive home from work. I wish *somebody* could straighten them out early on.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for visiting my blog; I hope you'll come back.Linda@VShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04499621332375290781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-11206902276164252222008-02-29T22:09:00.000-06:002008-02-29T22:09:00.000-06:00As a rural mail carrier, I have to deal almost wee...As a rural mail carrier, I have to deal almost weekly with bashed mailboxes. I have suggested (to no avail)that a policeman should speak to high school students about the fact that a mailbox is federal property and violators can be fined up to $250,000 or imprisoned for up to three years for each act of vandalism. I am quite sure that would not happen unless something very valuable was inside the box when it was damaged. <BR/><BR/>Sorry about that rant. This is a very sore subject with me. <BR/><BR/>I also loved your picture of the leaves.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03432986283071362131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-60639833450090616162008-02-29T21:40:00.000-06:002008-02-29T21:40:00.000-06:004th Sister, 65 doesn't feel a bit worse than 60 --...4th Sister, 65 doesn't feel a bit worse than 60 -- and it pays better.<BR/><BR/>Creekhiker, I've noticed a lot of new homes being built with matching brick-enclosed mailboxes. Sounds like your mom's mailbox fared better than the drunk who hit it.<BR/><BR/>Annie, the big oak tree in our front yard has been toilet-papered twice in the past couple of years, probably in an attempt to capture the attention of the pretty teenager who lives in the house in front of mine. At least I think her parents assumed that's what happened; they made her and her friends clean it up.<BR/><BR/>Carmon, I'm so impressed by your relentless tossing of junk mail. I'm gonna keep your image in my mind when I tackle the pile on my dining table.<BR/><BR/>Alison, I was angry, too -- but I must admit I like my shiny new mailbox.Linda@VShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04499621332375290781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-69390965728563819192008-02-29T20:06:00.000-06:002008-02-29T20:06:00.000-06:00Yea! You're back. I'm glad. And I'm angry at the...Yea! You're back. I'm glad. And I'm angry at the punks who did that to your mailbox and the neighbors. Sigh.Duly Inspiredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14667265361131163774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-6938285778570079632008-02-29T08:42:00.000-06:002008-02-29T08:42:00.000-06:00I'm glad your energy is coming back! Thanks for re...I'm glad your energy is coming back! Thanks for reminding me about the 29th, I'll have to come up with something clever to write too on this 'once every four years day'. <BR/><BR/>I also love the leaves in the chair photo. Carmon<BR/><BR/>PS. I'm a tosser. Most of our junk mail stays in the post office trash cans, unopened.Life at Star's Resthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11068869890677539768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-66423850646061166032008-02-29T07:01:00.000-06:002008-02-29T07:01:00.000-06:00You give me smiles and delight with your post toda...You give me smiles and delight with your post today, Velvet. Your sense of humor is simply delicious.<BR/><BR/>My across the street neighbors love to talk about their adolescences when they knocked down mailboxes and decorated yards with toilet paper. They have a teenage son now and I'll hope that your blessings reach all the way to my street in Little Rock.<BR/><BR/>Maybe then Hell will freeze over here.Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08273873865160002759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-20865640726780495412008-02-28T21:50:00.000-06:002008-02-28T21:50:00.000-06:00So glad you feel like posting again. You've been s...So glad you feel like posting again. You've been sorely missed!<BR/><BR/>Love that photo of the leaves.<BR/><BR/>Re: the mailboxes. Almost everyone in my mom's neighborhood has build elaborate concrete mailboxes to contend with that type of youngster. Of course, when I was last home, that concrete didn't stop a drunk from tearing into her box and driving home leaving a large chunk of his car in Mom's front yard!<BR/><BR/>Love your Kadi story!CreekHiker / HollysFollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14987597104795294851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-56967998354114993792008-02-28T21:39:00.000-06:002008-02-28T21:39:00.000-06:00so glad to read your posts....glad you are better....so glad to read your posts....glad you are better...65 ouch....Sister--Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10376197705851886291noreply@blogger.com