Having completely lost track of all time, why don’t I catch up on some highlights?
This comment is from Meagan in reply to Cheese Spree:
…I don’t admit this to many people but I have a portion of my grocery budget that is meant for less common cheeses. (If it costs $15lb or more, it probably has my eye on it) my favorite thus far has been a Black Diamond Pimento cheese…I could eat it all day.
You’re safe here at Square Piece. You can admit your love for cheeses all you like! I have no idea what that Black Diamond Pimento cheese tastes like. Do you eat it by itself, on a cracker or what?
I really never thought I’d get such enthusiastic responses to my cheese post! That spree sure has enhanced my dinners as of late!
This comment is from LeAnn in reply to The Failure Incident:
Accidents happen. We, as parents, do our best to protect our children but we can not all the time, no matter how careful we are. I have several stories…. the worst was not even my child. While babysitting for a friend, I was carrying her young son down a flight of carpeted stairs and my foot slipped off the step. He bounced (literally) out of my hands, down the stair and landed on his head. He was crying but no worse for wear. I was a wreck. That young man is 24 years old now and a mechanical engineer. I still Praise God for protecting him!
Thanks for the encouragement. I guess what I kept hearing in my head after the fall was, “If you had been paying more attention… If you had been paying more attention…”
No matter how I let myself down, those words are not far behind. But, darn it, we just can’t be aware of every little thing all the time! Even if I paid as much attention as I possibly could in one moment, there would still be a whole world (literally) of things that I’m missing! ‘Tis the tragedy of not being omniscient.
Glad to hear that the boy who landed on his head is doing well today!
And why not one more? This comment is from Charley in reply to Jogging a Memory:
Bennett is going to love looking at these pictures as he grows up. Reading these stories also.
I sure hope so. I worry about spoiling him. I worry about him growing up with the expectation that he is the center of everything. I worry about him being annoyed that I shared so much of his life without his permission. I worry about him thinking that I’m lame.
Don’t get me wrong. I don’t live with anxiety every minute. But sometimes the thought just hits me: What if I’m going about this all wrong? I don’t have a clue what I’m doing. But at least I’ll be able to explain, if nothing else, that my intentions were good.
Yes, I really do hope that he DOES appreciate looking back on these pics and stories. I know that I would have been utterly enthralled with such careful note-taking!
This comment is from ????? (no, seriously, that’s what’s in the name column) in reply to Dear Spam/Comment of the Week(ish):
Well, I sure do say. A lot. Every day.
But since you left this so open-ended, here ya go:
ponder vs. wonder
wander vs. dander
pun vs. run vs. gun vs. sun vs. son vs. ton
chin vs. when
mind vs. mined vs. fined vs. find
The curvy road winds every time the winds blow.
No wonder you stopped at “say.” The English language probably had you stumped.