tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34703527.post1559036862269725612..comments2023-10-21T03:54:27.354-04:00Comments on Random thoughts and Acts of Stupidity: ValentineShazzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196666013653201878noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34703527.post-83740142403217776802009-02-18T17:35:00.000-05:002009-02-18T17:35:00.000-05:00My dad used to give us really great valentine's ca...My dad used to give us really great valentine's cards every year and some sort of sweet treat. He was great at celebrating those occasions.<BR/>I so remember those cut-out valentines that you would painstakingly write everyone's name on - even had to give them to the boys you didn't like!<BR/>That's not such a bad photo. Really. I've seen worse. I was underdeveloped, had glasses - and for years from age 11, I had two broken front teeth - until they capped them when I was 14. I was smokin!<BR/><BR/>KatKat Mortensenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16877694888419628533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34703527.post-19155287502964097432009-02-18T15:07:00.000-05:002009-02-18T15:07:00.000-05:00Personally, I think Valentines Day is treacherous,...Personally, I think Valentines Day is treacherous, but your creation is absolutely beautiful.Scouthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06209638721810105979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34703527.post-71441228175364903732009-02-17T18:44:00.001-05:002009-02-17T18:44:00.001-05:00Hooray, thanks for the memories, Shazza. When dad...Hooray, thanks for the memories, Shazza. When dad mentioned the sculpture, I immediately pictured it in my mind. And the photo confirms it. Mom always came through when I felt unwanted, too.Tomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05925469572139565448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34703527.post-34183484334046539142009-02-17T18:44:00.000-05:002009-02-17T18:44:00.000-05:00Hooray, thanks for the memories, Shazza. When dad...Hooray, thanks for the memories, Shazza. When dad mentioned the sculpture, I immediately pictured it in my mind. And the photo confirms it. Mom always came through when I felt unwanted, too.Tomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05925469572139565448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34703527.post-5100406381341980082009-02-15T20:45:00.000-05:002009-02-15T20:45:00.000-05:00Dad just told me he proudly displayed your sculptu...Dad just told me he proudly displayed your sculpture! I miss those cute little valentine cards. I love the glasses. I can't find my 80's librarian photo. I was ready to scan it! I do have my catholic school uniform photos!neetzyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08328078244870157157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34703527.post-5991246913573787272009-02-14T13:41:00.000-05:002009-02-14T13:41:00.000-05:00Yeah, ditto, happy v-day to you and M! And I lov...Yeah, ditto, happy v-day to you and M! And I love the sculpture too.<BR/><BR/>I wouldn't have pestered you because we looked too much alike. Same glasses and everything.Presbyfruit's History Bitshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07775751300665344362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34703527.post-61257851355967021802009-02-14T07:39:00.000-05:002009-02-14T07:39:00.000-05:00Love to you and M and your mom and dad, Shazza. Ha...Love to you and M and your mom and dad, Shazza. Happy Valentine's Day!<BR/>I love your sculpture. Totally cool and so un-Hallmarky.<BR/><BR/>And woohoo! What a babe! I have a thing for long hair and glasses; the sexy librarian look, so I'd have pestered you to distraction at school.divehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12938980502783421961noreply@blogger.com