tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703107.post5579487791762540605..comments2024-03-27T14:02:33.261-05:00Comments on Churp, Churp: Less swimming up streamCrickethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13622985406269216862noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703107.post-58180424103156085592007-06-11T14:35:00.000-05:002007-06-11T14:35:00.000-05:00My phone was on the opposite side of the room with...My phone was on the opposite side of the room with J playing games on it. <BR/><BR/>Pat and I had made a deal that if he got up to leave, then I would, and v.v. <BR/><BR/>Thing was, we were on the door side and all he had to do was work up the energy to get up (pRO.SHIs are very relaxing), but my bags and son were on the opposite side, hence more effort. I had to interrupt a bunch of people doing EEG and observing to get my stuff.<BR/><BR/>When we got J over to the exit side, he played with my phone while walking and Rene loved that. I didn't think to input the phone number then, but it would have been so obvious if I had.<BR/><BR/>Really, I'm not clammoring for a man. I actually want to be in a good place before I give it a go again. I guess I'm scared.Crickethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13622985406269216862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703107.post-32026389094150499442007-06-11T14:12:00.000-05:002007-06-11T14:12:00.000-05:00Why didn't you have his name to your phone? That w...Why didn't you have his name to your phone? That would give you a caller ID. <BR/><BR/>Funny how things happen. I know. Real original.DDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17864339996118337420noreply@blogger.com