tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post116031245406806558..comments2023-10-30T11:48:18.515-04:00Comments on MUSHY'S MOOCHINGS: PACK’EM DOWNfuzzbert_1999@yahoo.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08523386203834736598noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post-1160924766288801462006-10-15T11:06:00.000-04:002006-10-15T11:06:00.000-04:00Amen. This is another golden chestnut for the Mush...Amen. This is another golden chestnut for the Mushy archive. Beautiful.phlegmfatalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08636803080525003892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post-1160875650765808482006-10-14T21:27:00.000-04:002006-10-14T21:27:00.000-04:00Sugar Cat - nice comment post - it doesn't matter ...Sugar Cat - nice comment post - it doesn't matter how long it is, it's what you say, and you said a lit.<BR/><BR/>Thank you so much for stopping by - I visit you often as well.fuzzbert_1999@yahoo.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08523386203834736598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post-1160854102186737982006-10-14T15:28:00.000-04:002006-10-14T15:28:00.000-04:00Thank you for dropping in... I have to say an end...Thank you for dropping in... <BR/><BR/>I have to say an endearing "Thank You" for sharing your story! <BR/><BR/>I hate that I never got the chance to know my grandparents at all. Your "Pa" sounded to be like a very grand man! <BR/><BR/>I can relate to your story as well and your feelings on many levels. I grew up in a family that never said I love you, or I care... never. Upon leaving home at the age of 21 and moving to Houston, I called my parents, apologized to my father for disappointing him in any way that I might have and told him for the first time that I loved him dearly. I will never forget how my father came back with the words "Igual aquí" meaning "Same here". That was his way of saying the words. My mother would just grunt... I guess they just were never brought up to express these emotions. I don't know too much about their upbringing, a sad thing for me, because I grew up with a need to hear it and know it. <BR/><BR/>I'm with you on this...<BR/><I>"I like to be told outright and not have to wonder."</I> <BR/><BR/>I always grew up thinking that I would never let my children grow up without hearing those special words. I told them upon waking them up and throughout the day and before they went to sleep, still do. My children are all grown and on their own, but I never fail to tell them I love them before hanging up. I've been told all my life that this was a weakness of mine. I hate to argue on that one... I think everyone now and then needs to hear it. <BR/><BR/>I'm a touchy person, just like you in all senses of just to let people know that I care or that I'm listening. <BR/><BR/>Dad has passed on... I'm glad I told him those precious words before he left us. Mom has her own ways...at the age of 84... if she doesn't scream at you... you know something is wrong. :) <BR/><BR/>Great Post! My comment was a bit long winded, but you definitely touched and tugged on some heart strings... I'll have to post my own, giving you a great HT for tugging on the heart strings. <BR/><BR/>We can't be afraid to show that love to others... You're right, <I>"Why don't we do it more often?"</I><BR/><BR/><B><I>"Pack'em Down"</I></B>a faith bigger than fearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14715313410992067794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post-1160603859024872572006-10-11T17:57:00.000-04:002006-10-11T17:57:00.000-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.FHBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04261425729050948728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post-1160537162782217972006-10-10T23:26:00.000-04:002006-10-10T23:26:00.000-04:00I understand your stance Becky and can appreciate ...I understand your stance Becky and can appreciate it. I have always hated to talk to someone and they seem not to be paying attention or looking through me. Touching your arm or shoulder briefly while I talk is just a way of showing you my focus on you and that I really know you're there - nothing else.<BR/><BR/>It's like talking to a used car salesman...they talk all around you but never at you - no eye contact.fuzzbert_1999@yahoo.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08523386203834736598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post-1160506956947504672006-10-10T15:02:00.000-04:002006-10-10T15:02:00.000-04:00I did a post a while back about the different lang...I did a post a while back about the different languages of love and how people have different ways of expressing it (it was based on a book). I'm definitely not as much of a toucher -- in fact, I really don't like to touch anyone but a significant other. My way of showing I care is really through my actions in that I'd probably be the most dependable and trustworthy person you know, if we knew each other in "real life."Beckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01286819116257727504noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post-1160500335421186122006-10-10T13:12:00.000-04:002006-10-10T13:12:00.000-04:00That is such a wonderful story! It was so nice of...That is such a wonderful story! It was so nice of you to share it with us :)Erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01399860552999117941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post-1160460202644818682006-10-10T02:03:00.000-04:002006-10-10T02:03:00.000-04:00Something about the guys from that era. My dad nev...Something about the guys from that era. My dad never said it till he was very old. Now says it all the time. His dad never had trouble saying it. I think you're right with the tickling. Those were days to treasure.FHBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04261425729050948728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post-1160456443421839612006-10-10T01:00:00.000-04:002006-10-10T01:00:00.000-04:00Thanks Jose for pointing that out to me...I would ...Thanks Jose for pointing that out to me...I would have missed a great post otherwise.fuzzbert_1999@yahoo.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08523386203834736598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post-1160414610058167322006-10-09T13:23:00.000-04:002006-10-09T13:23:00.000-04:00Wow, I can totally relate with your story, my dad ...Wow, I can totally relate with your story, my dad loved us dearly but never verbaly told us, yes we knew but would have like to hear it anyway. Today I make sure that my son and two daughters and five grandchildren along with everyone around me hear it from me. I posted something on August 19 sort of to this effect if you have a chance go back and read it.<BR/>http://joecoolsblog.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_joecoolsblog_archive.html<BR/>Thanks for sharing this story, it just felt so familiar.Josehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17057386419079395375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post-1160381509842700412006-10-09T04:11:00.000-04:002006-10-09T04:11:00.000-04:00I love that story. There is something very special...I love that story. There is something very special about Grandparents. I loved my grandmother more than any other member of my family. Sadly, she died a couple of years ago and I didn't manage to get home in time to say goodbye. Sydney to London is a bitch of a fight. She'll feature in my Blog. Thanks, it's a lovely image in my head.Dating Guyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07943945379006026126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post-1160360170816011072006-10-08T22:16:00.000-04:002006-10-08T22:16:00.000-04:00Ah, welcome new visitor Lostcheerio! Please come ...Ah, welcome new visitor Lostcheerio! Please come back again. I'll check on you and the Little Blue School from time to time.fuzzbert_1999@yahoo.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08523386203834736598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post-1160359240679280042006-10-08T22:00:00.000-04:002006-10-08T22:00:00.000-04:00Very sweet. How true it is that we remember these ...Very sweet. How true it is that we remember these little simple things. Fantastic.Lydia Netzerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11448861273955788158noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post-1160356529009500142006-10-08T21:15:00.000-04:002006-10-08T21:15:00.000-04:00Amen!Amen!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post-1160329345200724752006-10-08T13:42:00.000-04:002006-10-08T13:42:00.000-04:00Yep, it was when he held you down and tickled you ...Yep, it was when he held you down and tickled you to death! I can just see it!Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17421506990963764612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post-1160326755852832782006-10-08T12:59:00.000-04:002006-10-08T12:59:00.000-04:00Why do I keep gettin' mixed up with these Texas pe...Why do I keep gettin' mixed up with these Texas people? Guess I like'em!<BR/><BR/>Alisa - you never did send me your new URL.fuzzbert_1999@yahoo.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08523386203834736598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post-1160320951547409482006-10-08T11:22:00.000-04:002006-10-08T11:22:00.000-04:00Thank You for stopping by.That was an awesome stor...Thank You for stopping by.<BR/>That was an awesome story.<BR/>Enjoyed reading it.Lanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12138702259051136994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post-1160320833822426832006-10-08T11:20:00.000-04:002006-10-08T11:20:00.000-04:00That is a lovely way to express love. Thank you fo...That is a lovely way to express love. Thank you for sharing!Alisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06432891350438485793noreply@blogger.com