tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204604092573923705.post2246715005337316586..comments2023-05-24T06:06:01.630-07:00Comments on So, today . . .: unexpected treasure . . .Jewelielynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11580890894421825213noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204604092573923705.post-85899741263667647332009-06-11T22:55:45.218-07:002009-06-11T22:55:45.218-07:00Mrs. Peabody,
If your blogs are like the comment a...Mrs. Peabody,<br />If your blogs are like the comment above, I'm a follower.<br />(for your information, I only follow "So today...")<br /><br />Julie, No, I no longer check the other blog you told me about...<br /><br />AlAlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204604092573923705.post-21569584739083212292009-06-11T10:00:36.957-07:002009-06-11T10:00:36.957-07:00Probably right. YOU are my gift!!!Probably right. YOU are my gift!!!momnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204604092573923705.post-24466891154277940542009-06-11T08:22:18.032-07:002009-06-11T08:22:18.032-07:00maybe if your memory is jogged, today would be a g...maybe if your memory is jogged, today would be a good day for you to start your blog . . . just a thought :)Jewelielynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11580890894421825213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204604092573923705.post-62990576551678772392009-06-10T23:41:26.625-07:002009-06-10T23:41:26.625-07:00Had to read it before going to bed. Glad you have ...Had to read it before going to bed. Glad you have some good memories of me working. you never know what your children remember of their childhood. Nice that some of the small,good things are remembered. I want to share one small story of the toy thing. We had a strick policy against home toys because of injury and school insurance. One day I confiscated a hot wheels car from a little boy. It so happened it was the same day we were learning about and writing our own story problems. His went something like this: I had 8 hot wheels. Mrs. Peabody took one. Now I have 7. Couldn't keep the smile off my face that day. In a private conversation, before he went home, I broke my own rule and I returned his car with the promise that I would never see it at school again. Your memories jog my memory. I hadn't thought of this in years. Loved your blog and thank you for the good memories. Is this the longest comment you have ever received? Love ya.momnoreply@blogger.com