tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34777720.post3324201513599690332..comments2023-10-20T01:07:00.128-07:00Comments on La Vida Desconocida: Rain, Rain, Go Away; or, "Where did my year of eternal summer go?"ElizaBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16927144442444258540noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34777720.post-69045461654209258822010-06-03T00:25:33.350-07:002010-06-03T00:25:33.350-07:00Amber, all of your childhood games strike a close ...Amber, all of your childhood games strike a close chord in my memory. <br /><br />Beth would totally, totally do shit like that. <br /><br />BAHHH Bethie this story cracks me up. We need to record it soon.You Don't Know Me.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04208724037534496318noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34777720.post-25963061210234737572010-06-02T22:20:43.263-07:002010-06-02T22:20:43.263-07:00Amber, thank you for making me feel better about m...Amber, thank you for making me feel better about my own childhood torture regime! I also locked my sister in the closet from time to time but, like you, she says she harbors no ill will and actually has mostly good memories. Phew. Guess it's the reality of the ages - big kids will always beat up on/boss around the littler kids.ElizaBethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16927144442444258540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34777720.post-42611916322210560142010-06-02T18:03:40.410-07:002010-06-02T18:03:40.410-07:00Oh yeah, and for creepy childhood games my older s...Oh yeah, and for creepy childhood games my older sister used to play one with us called "mean mother". She would lock us in the closet or 'pretend' to not feed us lunch since that was the 'game'. Or we'd lay on the floor and she'd put my mom's barbell over our neck- it didn't touch the neck but there wasn't enough space to get our head out so we were stuck until she decided to lift it up. Then there was 'clean my room' game where we tidied her mess while she sat on the bed. We also played a 'runway model' game, where she would put makeup on me and curl my hair (often with accidental burning because I couldn't sit still) and then I'd pretend to be a model. If 6-year-old me complained and said I just wanted to play outside, she would sigh and say, "I know... it's painful to be beautiful!" <br /><br />Amazingly, I harbor no hard feelings and still think she is the best big sister ever!AmberAndahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00763489065077550597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34777720.post-50993030827873379522010-06-02T17:52:54.502-07:002010-06-02T17:52:54.502-07:00Thanks so much for the shout-out hon! I gasped whe...Thanks so much for the shout-out hon! I gasped when I read it on the computer in the office, and my coworkers said, "What?" I said, "I just have awesome friends!" I'm sorry to hear the weather is so crappy right now, but I can't feel too bad for you since you've been in the longest summer of any one I know ( : So glad to hear the car is running well, you are getting settled, and back living with great roommates. Seriously, that baby is one of the cutest I have ever seen!AmberAndahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00763489065077550597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34777720.post-86313106908191679772010-06-01T10:18:37.159-07:002010-06-01T10:18:37.159-07:00seriously feel you on the weather. up until now i ...seriously feel you on the weather. up until now i poo-poohed everyone that complained about the rain. Yesterdays sun break was all too important to me. Holocaust? no words. no words.....Robynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11164087975088613739noreply@blogger.com