tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401338039626742187.post7849496710240291891..comments2023-10-30T06:13:14.640-07:00Comments on travel-blogue: well. that was a bit bloody awkward...Disahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17101211973150644166noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401338039626742187.post-24682024016411537862007-06-06T06:09:00.000-07:002007-06-06T06:09:00.000-07:00small town known as Louisville...damn! Everyone sh...small town known as Louisville...damn! Everyone should wear mascarade masks in there...it would be easier...hotter and sweaty but easier on the fragile egos.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401338039626742187.post-60454308884808961602007-06-05T14:01:00.000-07:002007-06-05T14:01:00.000-07:00It's interesting you say that about siblings being...It's interesting you say that about siblings being enmeshed. When my brother left for London, and is not moving back anytime soon, I mourned for a bit. He needed to be away....away from our mother. My little brother did the same...I think we were a bit enmeshed. But when we, everyone, comes/goes home for holiday we will always think of each other as 'that little brat' who snuck in our room and stole our candy, or our dolly. (OK so there were two thoughts in there...i have trouble w/ the ADD today). <BR/><BR/>I'm so proud of you for speaking up. I will come next week. It's weird that I was thinking of you last night and thought about going since i didn't ride. love youAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401338039626742187.post-79333503637636868992007-06-05T11:21:00.000-07:002007-06-05T11:21:00.000-07:00I studied in a military school most of my life, so...I studied in a military school most of my life, so I know how it was, to have new set of friends every 3 years, to loose touch with those who left and try and make good friends the new bunch. It always reminded me so much of a bakery..a fresh batch of people to set, mould, help, sift, saute and then just hug. It isnt as easy as it seems for those who are left behind either. <BR/>Ps: I never could understand why the military wud want to move families every 3 years or so...they could do well with people settling at some place and being jst happy.. cudnt they?saltandsaffronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17401684533611073771noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3401338039626742187.post-19377049870546021052007-06-05T04:05:00.000-07:002007-06-05T04:05:00.000-07:00I think my comment to this anecdote can be neatly ...I think my comment to this anecdote can be neatly summarized by the title of your post. Yes, how bloody akward that must of been!<BR/><BR/>One of my friends had a similar upbringing to that of yourself (so it would seem): his father was in the military which meant he was off faster than a bucket of prawns in the sun whenever he started to feel like somewhere was home.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com