tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801063278326826645.post1641886014478937959..comments2023-09-21T06:35:48.430-07:00Comments on Confessions from the Sandwich Generation: What I Really Really WantConfessions from the sandwich generationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15339680611286146275noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801063278326826645.post-20380228109620283272010-02-23T19:01:59.883-07:002010-02-23T19:01:59.883-07:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801063278326826645.post-50217382833609846982010-01-07T05:16:20.921-07:002010-01-07T05:16:20.921-07:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801063278326826645.post-15187182593768958612008-08-22T18:11:00.000-07:002008-08-22T18:11:00.000-07:00Clearly we have a great deal in common. How come ...Clearly we have a great deal in common. How come you have stopped posting?<BR/>Best wishesMaddyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05828186178060722812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801063278326826645.post-13528976879553445422008-07-18T20:07:00.000-07:002008-07-18T20:07:00.000-07:00Hello,I am the webmaster of www.pinhole-glasses-d...Hello,<BR/><BR/>I am the webmaster of www.pinhole-glasses-direct.com<BR/><BR/>I was reading your blog and I see you have a very impressive way of describing things. The information you provide is very helpful. So I was wondering if you could take a look at our product pinhole glasses and write a review about and post it in your blog.<BR/><BR/>I would really be interested to know if you would be able to post the review in your blog with links to our site.<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>Regards,<BR/>Sandy Williams<BR/>visionresident@gmail.comUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01027333469635421055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801063278326826645.post-14433810831582029532008-03-06T05:35:00.000-07:002008-03-06T05:35:00.000-07:00What a beautiful thing to buy for your mother-in-l...What a beautiful thing to buy for your mother-in-law. I am so sorry she is going through cancer. Thank you so much for stopping by my sight. I will definitely be back to yours.ConverseMommahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09964215682943025507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801063278326826645.post-23754723712874503782008-01-30T23:25:00.000-07:002008-01-30T23:25:00.000-07:00I remember bagging up large trash bags of stuffed ...I remember bagging up large trash bags of stuffed animals to give away that belonged to my daughters.Confessions from the sandwich generationhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15339680611286146275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801063278326826645.post-31354794477388567922008-01-30T16:52:00.000-07:002008-01-30T16:52:00.000-07:00What I Really, Really Wanted... I apparently do no...What I Really, Really Wanted... <BR/><BR/>I apparently do not aspire to high enough heights, because the two things that I really really wanted became mine fairly easily. When I was a small kid, I really, really wanted the oversized shocking pink stuffed dog that hung in the window of Berbiglia's, a local Kansas City liquor store. I wanted this pink pup so desperately because I had no stuffed animals of any sort. Big, good quality stuffed friends are SO expensive, and my family lived tight on my father's minimal salary. Conversely, it never bothered me that I had only two pair of shoes - tennis shoes for school and every day, and black patents for synagogue and parties. Yet I needed and coveted a stuffed animal. And the display of colorful doggies hanging in the store window taunted me every time we drove past. Eventually, a birthday landed me a Berbiglia's pet. It turned out to be the worst quality - not at all soft or cuddly as I had imagined. More nearly like a pinata. Ah well... I've made up for it several fold. My two daughters had an abundance of stuffed pals, and...well...as long as I was buying for them, why not for myself?<BR/><BR/>The second thing? A dishwasher. Honestly. As a kid growing up in a household sans dishwasher, I spent part of every evening on a step stool either washing or drying, a ritual that earned the right to pre-bedtime play. I understood that I'd know my ship had come in when I lived in a home with an automatic dishwasher. <BR/><BR/>That, of course, happened very early in my adult life. I have to say, I haven't really raised my material standards since I threw in my dish towel. I'm pretty happy with my automatic dishwasher and my happy stash of stuffed friends.Sandy Pricehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13989192660426789441noreply@blogger.com