tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591434792413977641.post7571736383042199721..comments2024-01-14T19:42:33.050-06:00Comments on Some Girls Prefer Carnations: Bitter suiteHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784286198203025883noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591434792413977641.post-26558050059963691192011-03-10T10:18:43.595-06:002011-03-10T10:18:43.595-06:00Heather -
So glad to hear that you are home alread...Heather -<br />So glad to hear that you are home already, getting around and doing so great. Hard to imagine that a couple of Tylenol 3's and you've got the pain well managed.<br /><br />Rest up. We are all looking forward to seeing your smiling face and of course - the stubble!Amihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13623222498664711157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591434792413977641.post-45395728483606204532011-03-09T14:45:32.810-06:002011-03-09T14:45:32.810-06:00Your mama took good care of you and your sibs when...Your mama took good care of you and your sibs when you were little...lying back & let her do the work is a great idea. You are in good hands. You deserve the break, anyway! Glad you are home with your girls & hubby. Rock On, Heather K!!!!!!! P.S. I remember that amazing station wagon your father is referring to. I had a matching one.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591434792413977641.post-89687413017908070582011-03-09T08:18:35.717-06:002011-03-09T08:18:35.717-06:00Heather and fam - These words from Arlo Guthrie re...Heather and fam - These words from Arlo Guthrie remind me of your journey. "Life has got a habit of not standing hitched. You got to ride it like you find it. You got to change with it." You go, girl! Love, Lucy CAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591434792413977641.post-43304228730225679172011-03-08T23:47:25.023-06:002011-03-08T23:47:25.023-06:00Here's my suggestion for a song for Heather - ...Here's my suggestion for a song for Heather - she is a blackbelt in cancer fighting karate! So much in this song could be a metaphor for all that Heather, Ian and the Misses have been through. Keep kicking those evil robot butts you guys! <br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LOpYh30ZN5wLorihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09840854228752115251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591434792413977641.post-56696201653179608512011-03-08T23:07:29.025-06:002011-03-08T23:07:29.025-06:00You deservered a classy ride home. Your aunt is a ...You deservered a classy ride home. Your aunt is a better aunt to you than I was an uncle to her kid. For instance, in the late 90's I made a rode trip to Smiley's farm in Dawson, NE (Brett's graduation I think). Offered up a ride to my niece Anna (maybe 5 or 6 yrs old at the time.) I drove a premier unit from the Asman fleet... a 1986 Cavalier Station wagon that we had paid $300 for. After about 40 miles Anna looked at me and said "uncle Russ, this car is dirty". I said no honey - this aint your daddy's benz. :) Welcome home HK.Dadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10468216805783942004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591434792413977641.post-68453376354090645362011-03-08T22:52:51.639-06:002011-03-08T22:52:51.639-06:00This comment has been removed by the author.Lorihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09840854228752115251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591434792413977641.post-87188619996573078822011-03-08T21:23:07.565-06:002011-03-08T21:23:07.565-06:00Glad you made it home safely! Sounds like you had ...Glad you made it home safely! Sounds like you had a lovely escort.mapmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05823774922331933795noreply@blogger.com