tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post1425314576823628892..comments2024-03-16T10:37:09.839-04:00Comments on Life in Mathews: Life and DeathChesapeake Bay Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187804072769932131noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-23532234892264358852008-05-07T12:39:00.000-04:002008-05-07T12:39:00.000-04:00And now I find we have more things in common. I we...And now I find we have more things in common. I went to a small country church, with a cemetery right next to it. Where do you think they held the annual Easter Egg hunt for us churchy kids? You got it - the cemetery! Because nothing says eternal rest like a bunch of kids stamping all over your grave in search of real live Easter Eggs.<BR/><BR/>And we used real hard-boiled eggs, too, not plastic eggs filled with candy. And you know, we kids weren't very observant because invariably, one or two eggs would get missed, only to be rediscovered after the weather had warmed up and the teenagers came to mow the grass in the cemetery. <BR/><BR/>Good times, good times.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-81263496500009744852008-05-05T18:54:00.000-04:002008-05-05T18:54:00.000-04:00You are such a dear person, Foolery. I have been ...You are such a dear person, Foolery. I have been slack in my blogging duties, but I have definitely not been a slacker in the rest of my life....<BR/><BR/>I promise to have something new up by Wednesday. Unless I get hit by a bus. In which case, please post something clever here in the comments section....I should add you as my Twin Blogger, born the same year and mysteriously separated to separate parts of the country.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for checking on me...and don't worry about wiping your feet. You can come right on in, dirt, mud and all.<BR/><BR/>-CheekyChesapeake Bay Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07187804072769932131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-39195783509349418772008-05-05T16:37:00.000-04:002008-05-05T16:37:00.000-04:00Just checking in to let you know I was standing at...Just checking in to let you know I was standing at your doorstep, scuffing my shoes, hoping to be let in. And hoping that your week is starting splendidly.<BR/><BR/>:)fooleryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14437690389824744691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-68403826205351244742008-05-04T11:05:00.000-04:002008-05-04T11:05:00.000-04:00Good picture, cbwYes, I had forgot about the times...Good picture, cbw<BR/>Yes, I had forgot about the times at Smithers cemetery. That was a great place to park and party. No disrespect to our dead loved ones. <BR/>This is a good place to go and look at the water and get your thoughts together.<BR/>Thanks for the reminder.<BR/>I can tell you some juicy stories. I can't put them on here though.<BR/>Your picture is very good.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-57108136186368339142008-05-04T10:19:00.000-04:002008-05-04T10:19:00.000-04:00I always think I want pop tarts, too. But I rarel...I always think I want pop tarts, too. But I rarely follow through on the urge, even though I linger in front of the boxes in the store aisle. Weird.<BR/><BR/>I'd go for the cremation thing too, but I'd put my ashes in a jar of salsa. With extra cilantro. <BR/><BR/>And on the picture thing, a friend has informed me that it has to do with pixies or pixels or some such. It does appear blurry on my screen but as long as it's clear for everyone else then I won't worry about the pixies. Els.Chesapeake Bay Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07187804072769932131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-83440533187304077512008-05-04T00:37:00.000-04:002008-05-04T00:37:00.000-04:00I haven't given much thought to the whole death is...I haven't given much thought to the whole death issue, other than I'd like to be cremated. Maybe my ashes could be kept in a Pop Tarts box. I've not eaten Pop Tarts very often, but I always think I want some. Maybe it's a covetous issue.<BR/><BR/>Hmmm? Oh, sorry. And that picture doesn't look blurry to me. Which one of us needs glasses? Gotta go -- just over an hour before the submarine races!fooleryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14437690389824744691noreply@blogger.com