tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945783876327380823.post9122342286285521093..comments2024-03-28T03:19:00.918-04:00Comments on The Butler and Bagman Chronicles: Is it Friday yet?Bagman and Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06760203276065466927noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945783876327380823.post-28075151234412356902011-02-28T19:57:18.442-04:002011-02-28T19:57:18.442-04:00Friday or Saturday...., the essentail is that you ...Friday or Saturday...., the essentail is that you write something (which always brings me into good mood)! When I read this it's already early Tuesday here!PeterParishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09694538476960957295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945783876327380823.post-33947627367352445802011-02-28T11:10:57.935-04:002011-02-28T11:10:57.935-04:00That's OK. Bagman did some shooting for you an...That's OK. Bagman did some shooting for you and sent the photos to Dorthea who shared them with me. Fantastic photos. Loved them.aurbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04234712574405718245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945783876327380823.post-21080300888609552612011-02-27T11:08:38.670-04:002011-02-27T11:08:38.670-04:00poor baby! and I don't mean the grandkids. I ...poor baby! and I don't mean the grandkids. I love my grandchildren - as much as anyone. I love my children too, but life cycles happen for a reason - one reason we don't have babies when we are 50 or more - is because even though you are loosing your hearing.... baby noises sound louder when you're nearly deaf.... why is that...? but I know for sure this is the reason we don't have children when 'older', two hours of chaos, once a week is enough for me. Poor baby!GingerVhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16501023251788210094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945783876327380823.post-40504264885376549052011-02-26T21:33:30.926-04:002011-02-26T21:33:30.926-04:00Yep I heard all the others echoing what I am feeli...Yep I heard all the others echoing what I am feeling. I am missing all that chaos. Sometimes it is so quiet here I can hear the furniture breathing. Or maybe that is a mouse scurring around. I enjoyed your imaginary situation.LOL<br />QMMAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04721708092323894355noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945783876327380823.post-42968793742521946702011-02-26T20:38:10.122-04:002011-02-26T20:38:10.122-04:00Your life, while chaotic, is so rich and full. Yo...Your life, while chaotic, is so rich and full. You may be envied by others not so blessed. (Except for dog poop.)Taborhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945783876327380823.post-2475239100203245432011-02-26T13:08:36.920-04:002011-02-26T13:08:36.920-04:00Shooting from the hip could also be thought of as ...Shooting from the hip could also be thought of as verbally sparring, or just thinking on your feet in a stressful situation, which I think you demonstrate wonderfully! Get some rest, it will get crazier!J9https://www.blogger.com/profile/03910637383968387023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945783876327380823.post-25869487511648695002011-02-26T08:30:22.333-04:002011-02-26T08:30:22.333-04:00We are all photographers with vision, so we can ju...We are all photographers with vision, so we can just conjure up our own black and whites and colorful images from your commentary! No problem, Mark....except for those you are encountering! Glad you made it FSO...sounds like you needed a break!Sue McPeakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04927975578544675345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945783876327380823.post-60023571665974196672011-02-26T08:25:58.708-04:002011-02-26T08:25:58.708-04:00Yep, we have all been there at some point lately! ...Yep, we have all been there at some point lately! Good luck to you!gigihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12105810181528386036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945783876327380823.post-85547116249608690252011-02-26T05:40:17.879-04:002011-02-26T05:40:17.879-04:00The next time I feel tense, I'm going to think...The next time I feel tense, I'm going to think of you with the dog poop, skwalling child and dead batteries and see if I'm still tense after that. Call in "Saturday Shoot-Out" and make it a cowboy game. Miss your pictures though--glad B/B are available for banter.Heidi-"Heidi in Real Life"https://www.blogger.com/profile/01765631003765541364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945783876327380823.post-81022147735524319212011-02-26T05:11:00.842-04:002011-02-26T05:11:00.842-04:00Our lives couldn't be much different, could th...Our lives couldn't be much different, could they? Here I am, all alone in my (mostly) super-clean, super-tidy flat, with just the occasional cat hair disturbing my order, with nobody telling me what to do when (except for having to go to work every day at a certain time), and I sit here and read your description and truly wonder: How do you manage? When and how do you actually have time and space to yourself? Why do we still get to read from Bagman and Butler in spite of the merry-go-round whirling you through the days and weeks?<br />"Wow" is all I can say.<br />You are amazing, Mark.Librarianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05704656564078750607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945783876327380823.post-80157201046930650162011-02-26T00:41:36.934-04:002011-02-26T00:41:36.934-04:00Oh, this is sad, although I am laughing at you. Wh...Oh, this is sad, although I am laughing at you. What I don't get is why the post says it is Saturday...I live on the west coast, but it is only 8:36PM, and even in Charleston it should still be Friday.<br />You know I don't think retirement will be this bad. At least I hope not.Kerryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15281288495129054688noreply@blogger.com