tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post2612450051806619170..comments2024-03-29T03:53:25.372-04:00Comments on Bless Our Hearts: Magic And Houses And Being HomeMs. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-20054448082485635892010-03-08T22:28:00.171-05:002010-03-08T22:28:00.171-05:00Bethany- Wow. It was nice to come back here and re...Bethany- Wow. It was nice to come back here and read that again and thank you for causing me to.<br />I still feel that same way about this house.<br />It is home and I have no regrets.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-90100918584005322512010-03-08T22:15:48.817-05:002010-03-08T22:15:48.817-05:00random click on your side bar, as i ready myself f...random click on your side bar, as i ready myself for the treadmill (avoiding it actually), chose Dixie Chicks subject, because I like them, but weird to find wonderful this writing about houses and homes (and this sweet song), because I am struggling so much with the idea of home, if I can leave this place, the only home I've ever owned. i have to, it will be okay. i want to believe like you, that there is a dream house out there for me, not a mansion, not the perfect everything, but a place that whispers to me like yours did. i'm so so happy you got your "house the might have been, a home" you write about it so beautifully, you make it so welcoming, full of love and laugher and soup!Bethanyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03510823788662848522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-30608656241755677192008-12-16T17:57:00.000-05:002008-12-16T17:57:00.000-05:00This is one of my fave D Chicks tracksThis is one of my fave D Chicks tracksMr Pineappleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08696204287962843200noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-29374282565158633592008-10-20T13:34:00.000-04:002008-10-20T13:34:00.000-04:00DTG- you're going to have to put fresh ice on the ...DTG- you're going to have to put fresh ice on the deer out there in the garage while you're here.<BR/>Sorry....<BR/>But you'll reap the benefits when we give you sausage.<BR/><BR/>AJ- thank you. I appreciate your appreciation.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-21614479259330166422008-10-20T12:48:00.000-04:002008-10-20T12:48:00.000-04:00amazing...i love reading ms. moonyou give me somet...amazing...<BR/><BR/>i love reading ms. moon<BR/><BR/>you give me something to look forward toAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-77765385949791420762008-10-20T12:46:00.000-04:002008-10-20T12:46:00.000-04:00Everyone at the flea market this weekend seemed a ...Everyone at the flea market this weekend seemed a little blissed out by the beautiful weather. I can't wait to come house sit next weekend!That Hankhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05514310999129694443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-8752311108898299572008-10-20T08:45:00.000-04:002008-10-20T08:45:00.000-04:00No memories whatsoever, Miss Honey. Oh well. If yo...No memories whatsoever, Miss Honey. Oh well. If you get in that particular society you can use my pin. You probably will.<BR/>I'm glad you liked the bat boy story. He was very cute.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-11027207158547833452008-10-19T23:47:00.000-04:002008-10-19T23:47:00.000-04:00That was such a sweet post. I like the story about...That was such a sweet post. I like the story about the little "bat" boy in the tent. <BR/>Hey, I looked up what that pin is that you gave me and I found out that it's for the Sigma Theta Tau International Nursing Honors Society. Do you remember being apart of that group, because by the looks of it, you were a member.honeylunahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10528514781592213251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-57421820753608327072008-10-19T20:15:00.000-04:002008-10-19T20:15:00.000-04:00No, Nicol. Thank YOU!No, Nicol. Thank YOU!Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-80546426943806620642008-10-19T19:36:00.001-04:002008-10-19T19:36:00.001-04:00Ms. Moon~ I do that too with houses! First it st...Ms. Moon~ I do that too with houses! First it started out that I would picture where I would want to play dolls, when I was very young. Then, I would picture myself in certain homes (houses) when I would see one that I loved. I've done this in every state I have lived in, or when I've gone visiting in places. Actually, I still do it. Mentally, I will say, nope, I couldn't live there because of this or that, or yep, I see myself there and imagine it. It is so interesting to me that you brought this subject up. <BR/><BR/>Your house is beautiful with all that foliage and I would ask questions about it if I saw you outside too.<BR/><BR/>And, I have eaten at that little farmer's market restaurant in Thomasville and think it's such a homey place. :)<BR/><BR/>I loved this. Thank you. :)nicolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-61118472165569070292008-10-19T19:36:00.000-04:002008-10-19T19:36:00.000-04:00Well I write, so I suppose I am a writer. Probably...Well I write, so I suppose I am a writer. <BR/>Probably more people would stop by for my soup though.<BR/>You're so sweet.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-11417991759096610352008-10-19T19:24:00.000-04:002008-10-19T19:24:00.000-04:00I was speaking of the current writer in residence....I was speaking of the current writer in residence.Human Wrecking Ballhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15799205524837378335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-59983590246262935362008-10-19T19:17:00.000-04:002008-10-19T19:17:00.000-04:00Oh well. It WAS the house of a writer. Connie May ...Oh well. It WAS the house of a writer. Connie May Fowler lived here. But so far, no one has stopped on pilgrimage. But you're right. I should have put the song first. <BR/>Thank-you, Brother B.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-78903488095743644332008-10-19T18:59:00.000-04:002008-10-19T18:59:00.000-04:00What I should have done was start the song and the...What I should have done was start the song and then read the post. Very nice indead and the perfcet thing to read on a Sunday.<BR/>The first thing I thought when I saw your house was: "that looks like the house of a writer."<BR/> It looks as though people will visit it one day to see where the books where written.Human Wrecking Ballhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15799205524837378335noreply@blogger.com