tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626705650115550220.post2980959105159480427..comments2024-03-29T09:20:19.733-04:00Comments on ON THE BRIGHT SIDE: For Wednesday, September 7th, 2016I'm mostly known as 'MA'http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107548726472541669noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626705650115550220.post-12567325984161805262016-09-08T00:04:59.505-04:002016-09-08T00:04:59.505-04:00When I was growing up we had a postman that walked...When I was growing up we had a postman that walked his post. He brought me my engagement ring in the mail. I opened it and showed him the next day and popped down on one knee and put it on my finger. So sweet. I was living at home with my mom while pregnant with my oldest. Husband was on board ship in the Indian Ocean. I had my suitcase for the hospital packed and parked under the baby crib in the living room. On the day I went to the hospital (since we weren't on the porch) the postman looked into the window, saw the suitcase was gone, and announced all up and down the street that I had gone to have the baby!!! Good man. Thanks for giving these memories today Ma!Paulahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17406717262345866373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626705650115550220.post-38537541459640040092016-09-07T09:56:06.998-04:002016-09-07T09:56:06.998-04:00You share great recipes here, Ma, and that pasta s...You share great recipes here, Ma, and that pasta salad looks like another good one. Glad your sons were able to help with getting your yard a bit under control. I do admire the mail carriers. Here they drive from house to house but they have to get out and put the mail in the mailbox, even on those extremely warm days.<br /><br />bettybettyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06323135450742337670noreply@blogger.com