tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23258949.post115297759466069349..comments2024-01-18T11:33:26.277-08:00Comments on HappyUP!!!....it's time for Nutter's Notes: BaggageNuttersNoteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15624371971870797775noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23258949.post-1153332873315190082006-07-19T11:14:00.000-07:002006-07-19T11:14:00.000-07:00This was great! I have had alot of those bags mys...This was great! I have had alot of those bags myself. Even played the saxophone!Kayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09853303023569642133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23258949.post-1153098441006552682006-07-16T18:07:00.000-07:002006-07-16T18:07:00.000-07:00I love the thoughts you voiced-getting ready to le...I love the thoughts you voiced-getting ready to leave for the meeting-it sounded very familiar.<BR/><BR/>Great post.Colorsonmymindhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02424878757140605099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23258949.post-1153039482874308292006-07-16T01:44:00.000-07:002006-07-16T01:44:00.000-07:00A good bag really is a very important thing. I te...A good bag really is a very important thing. I tend to go through a lot of bags, and they are one of the few things I hate to throw out. A good bag really does become like a trusted friend, it goes everywhere with you and it's hard to get by without it.Kamsinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07039627235813416300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23258949.post-1153012776109885622006-07-15T18:19:00.000-07:002006-07-15T18:19:00.000-07:00I don't remember backpacks either. I do remember b...I don't remember backpacks either. I do remember being facinated by how the boys slung their books under their arm, while the girls hugged them close to their body. How did we ever get by?Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06601635840529534615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23258949.post-1153008282524833592006-07-15T17:04:00.000-07:002006-07-15T17:04:00.000-07:00What a great illustration of how our baggage cycle...What a great illustration of how our baggage cycles through life and career. Too bad how marriage often recycles for newer models, as well, instead of getting repaired like the old zippers. Good writing!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23258949.post-1153003864212826042006-07-15T15:51:00.000-07:002006-07-15T15:51:00.000-07:00"You can't have too many pens, right?"Absolutely r..."You can't have too many pens, right?"<BR/><BR/>Absolutely right! I had my family in hysterics once when I tried to clean out my handbag -- in all seriousness, I would have had close to 30 pens in there. Granted, most of them were my "favourites", so I couldn't leave any behind!<BR/><BR/>Some of my kids come to school with absolutely no bags at all; I suppose that's the wonder (?) of them being able to order their lunches at a canteen. But some of my fondest memories were bringing out the old backpack and lovingly packing in my lunchbox and my pencilcase and my ruler....<BR/><BR/>I always look forward to reading your blogs. And thankyou for your lovely words of advice re: the rudeness post. I feel humbly aware, and indeed, I am oblivious!<BR/><BR/>-AlyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com