tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post8234307058425150947..comments2023-07-08T06:45:37.946-06:00Comments on Penrose Mornings: Blood Family Blog: They Look So InnocentDwighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06174492647465668322noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-15033612762983154212009-04-13T10:30:00.000-06:002009-04-13T10:30:00.000-06:00No, make it 36.No, make it 36.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14728351230605312730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-32328490899291118432009-04-07T12:19:00.000-06:002009-04-07T12:19:00.000-06:0035?35?Dwighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06174492647465668322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-10368106231686417482009-03-31T16:21:00.000-06:002009-03-31T16:21:00.000-06:00Where did we go wrong?Where did we go wrong?Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09288597968563641842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-83411032487407203532009-03-29T09:57:00.000-06:002009-03-29T09:57:00.000-06:00what a twisted perspective on life you have, Dwigh...what a twisted perspective on life you have, Dwight dear. Steve was the leader of the pack in many of the twists and turns our lives took. Judy and I had to run to keep up with him, probably more me than Judy because she was not as easily convinced as I was that something was a "good idea".Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06652616779595499610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-66022167507457642902009-03-28T17:09:00.000-06:002009-03-28T17:09:00.000-06:00Studying this picture, it just struck me. Look ho...Studying this picture, it just struck me. Look how henpecked Steve looks, with a sorrowful look on his face while the two sisters are gaily smiling. It just occurred to me that Steve had to go through what I went through. Although there is some evidence that he pursued the sisters to engage in a life of nefarious activities.Dwighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06174492647465668322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-73802399861539140492009-03-27T08:46:00.000-06:002009-03-27T08:46:00.000-06:00I will!I will!Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06652616779595499610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-2211141880660203512009-03-27T08:39:00.000-06:002009-03-27T08:39:00.000-06:00Who will do comment #31?Who will do comment #31?Dwighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06174492647465668322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-38870335676302698682009-03-24T15:04:00.000-06:002009-03-24T15:04:00.000-06:00And in the picture of Brig and Steve, it is not hi...And in the picture of Brig and Steve, it is not his hat!Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09288597968563641842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-16474992333613221762009-03-22T16:04:00.000-06:002009-03-22T16:04:00.000-06:00How do you like my English? The reason you cannot...How do you like my English? The reason you cannot edit a comment after it has been posted, is so we can maintain authenticity.Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09288597968563641842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-22548737619993968142009-03-22T10:52:00.000-06:002009-03-22T10:52:00.000-06:00What a great swing you had (with the bat, in this ...What a great swing you had (with the bat, in this case).Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06652616779595499610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-60577639915589038112009-03-21T14:43:00.000-06:002009-03-21T14:43:00.000-06:00I was the one who hit that stupid ball. Ann threw...I was the one who hit that stupid ball. Ann threw such a great pitch and I connected. I felt so bad that she was in the line of fire. Needless to say, we did never saw that ball again.Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09288597968563641842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-7609564887933630612009-03-20T10:36:00.000-06:002009-03-20T10:36:00.000-06:00So it was you - I thought it was Judy. I just rem...So it was you - I thought it was Judy. I just remember that it was an actual baseball - hard as a rock!Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14728351230605312730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-27971078133572894542009-03-20T09:29:00.000-06:002009-03-20T09:29:00.000-06:00Back to the backboard. We have to keep this posti...Back to the backboard. We have to keep this posting going. I think we are at a record???<BR/>The backboard moved over to the train car granary in an attempt to get the grass to grow on the west side of the house. Steve and I would play and play and occasionally Dad would join in - but he wasn't any fun because he could actually hit the rim (of course Steve could, as well). <BR/>Speaking of playing basketball (no this isn't another comment about asparagus), remember when we would play baseball in the area that eventually grew a fairly decent lawn on the west side of the house? Didn't the light pole constitute first base? I remember one day when I was pitching and we were using a hard ball. My pitch must have been "perfect", the ball was hit and, on its way to the corral, it was intercepted by my face/cheek bone. Dad was so scared he threw the hardball into outer darkness (outhouse disposal).Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06652616779595499610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-31607332472544972652009-03-18T10:28:00.000-06:002009-03-18T10:28:00.000-06:00Certainly! We all have a certain amount of insouc...Certainly! We all have a certain amount of insouciance, to say nothing of a blythe spirit - How long can this thread keep up. And, Judy, big words are wonderful. They keep folks guessing as to your exact meaning. I used to tell my 1st graders not to be discombobulated. That kept them quiet for a while.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14728351230605312730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-89578871716493339262009-03-17T14:26:00.000-06:002009-03-17T14:26:00.000-06:00I hate big words. I don't remember them. I can't...I hate big words. I don't remember them. I can't pronouce them. And I sure as anything do not know how to spell them. Whatever it is that Dwight says, he certainly is..... The question is are the rest of us?Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09288597968563641842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-56876952443935464602009-03-16T23:07:00.000-06:002009-03-16T23:07:00.000-06:00I already knew thank you very much; I just wished ...I already knew thank you very much; I just wished to confirm my prior knowledge with a more authoritative source so I could rest assured I was absolutely correct, which I was. I pretty much have always been blythely insouciant my entire life.Dwighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06174492647465668322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-80227061560508431032009-03-16T21:31:00.000-06:002009-03-16T21:31:00.000-06:00Trust Dwight to get to the crux of my "blithe-blyt...Trust Dwight to get to the crux of my "blithe-blythe" use of words that I love the sound of because they roll of the tongue so trippingly. And don't remind me of where that preposition is in the wrong place. I still think the two words together are wonderful. (Tee-hee-and you had to look it up - good for you.)Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14728351230605312730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-64340327441166176792009-03-16T16:55:00.000-06:002009-03-16T16:55:00.000-06:00The basketball backboard was on the light pole whe...The basketball backboard was on the light pole when I left home. Judy, you should know better if you don't want to be left out. According to American Heritage, ionsouciant means:<BR/> Blithe lack of concern; nonchalance.<BR/>Therefore, blithe insouciance is an oxymoron. Definition of oxymoron:<BR/>A figure of speech in which incongruous or contradictory terms appear side by side; a compressed paradox. Adjective: oxymoronic.<BR/>Better term: blithe oxymoron.Dwighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06174492647465668322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-54672823084451733832009-03-16T13:45:00.000-06:002009-03-16T13:45:00.000-06:00I had assumed that we had said all that could be s...I had assumed that we had said all that could be said about this picture - hope I'm not too late! I thought the basketball hoop was on the light pole for a while???Dwight? And insouciant, you are not! And the color film was a miracle, but the black and whites are still wonderful. Judy, so glad we have something to entertain you with now that you can talk again.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14728351230605312730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-92224429226289505992009-03-14T13:35:00.000-06:002009-03-14T13:35:00.000-06:00Where have I been all week? I never thought to ch...Where have I been all week? I never thought to check back to see what nonesense was going on. I considered it "handled". I assumed wrong.Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09288597968563641842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-66630604132176364202009-03-12T09:31:00.000-06:002009-03-12T09:31:00.000-06:00Remember how we would go out to the old hoop (with...Remember how we would go out to the old hoop (without any net?) on the outside of the grainery (old train car) and "shoot hoops"? Bouncing that well loved basketball on the hard Wyoming ground was a real art. Did we ever hit the basket?Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06652616779595499610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-26833888073211677762009-03-12T09:12:00.000-06:002009-03-12T09:12:00.000-06:00Did I mention that the basketball would take me in...Did I mention that the basketball would take me into the 8th grade?Steve Bloodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14461084071883064196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-44600290360436326952009-03-11T15:57:00.000-06:002009-03-11T15:57:00.000-06:00Please note the color film. This was probably the...Please note the color film. This was probably the first roll of color film I ever had. I'm assuming I took these color pictures but maybe I didn't. I am learning how to spell insouciant. I have always been insouciant, haven't I?Dwighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06174492647465668322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-65269422183738438502009-03-11T14:22:00.000-06:002009-03-11T14:22:00.000-06:00No, we aren't making hats out of asparagus - maybe...No, we aren't making hats out of asparagus - maybe straw or yarn. <BR/>Sorry - maybe you just had to be there. Perhaps the quality of hats was related to staying under the radar????Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06652616779595499610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-74507575614342362332009-03-11T13:46:00.000-06:002009-03-11T13:46:00.000-06:00We're making hats out of asparagus? How does that...We're making hats out of asparagus? How does that fit, Ann?Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14728351230605312730noreply@blogger.com