tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post7729495361809288979..comments2024-03-13T04:34:44.504-07:00Comments on Being Me: Evidence that Fran will never be a marathon runner - if you needed more ...Fran Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935088780461825341noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-19019063772740152052015-08-04T08:58:32.833-07:002015-08-04T08:58:32.833-07:00'Sometimes an hour on the bus is good for the ...'Sometimes an hour on the bus is good for the soul'. Yeh but every...flippin...journey, sheesh! I am also Jewish where Fran is not.Mickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15018199756150895874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-76281343351250824932015-07-22T08:33:18.835-07:002015-07-22T08:33:18.835-07:00I was extra cautious when I used to drive - I neve...I was extra cautious when I used to drive - I never trusted anyone else to obey the rules. I gave up driving as a result! And I'm the same as you on zebra crossings. There are too many idiots around who seem happy to run down menopausal women at the drop of a hat.Fran Hillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07935088780461825341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-33871222432796213902015-07-22T08:17:51.735-07:002015-07-22T08:17:51.735-07:00I am extra cautious on Zebra crossings & wait ... I am extra cautious on Zebra crossings & wait for the cars to stop both ways before I step out. I never learnt to drive but waiting for busses drove my daughter crazy & she learnt to drive as soon as she could. Now I have my own personal Taxi. BadPennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09889591351222591488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-53308559357234821402015-07-20T14:30:58.414-07:002015-07-20T14:30:58.414-07:00Your comment is enough for me! The shy ones are al...Your comment is enough for me! The shy ones are always the ones worth listening to anyway!Fran Hillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07935088780461825341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-87434808229381484752015-07-20T14:30:12.518-07:002015-07-20T14:30:12.518-07:00Maybe that's why I like my 'down' time...Maybe that's why I like my 'down' time to be leisurely, because as a schoolteacher I run from place to place and have to race to get through all the material in lessons. By the end of the day, I'm stressed out with hurrying, and want to sloooooow dooooooowwwwwn.Fran Hillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07935088780461825341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-27064889871644045172015-07-20T06:55:12.378-07:002015-07-20T06:55:12.378-07:00You never fail to amuse and entertain, Fran. I wou...You never fail to amuse and entertain, Fran. I would love to leave a comment that fully articulates my admiration but I find myself tongue-tied every time, like a shy pupil sitting in the back of your class. Desireehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01069419364783245762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-35554507646171171722015-07-19T14:04:06.381-07:002015-07-19T14:04:06.381-07:00I can shower, dress, put on make-up and jewelry an...I can shower, dress, put on make-up and jewelry and be ready to go out before Willy Dunne Wooters is. But I stroll. I don't walk. I don't jog. I amble. When I worked in the nursing home I moved as fast as I could without actually running. I loved that job, but I move at a nice, slow steady pace now. <br /><br />Love,<br />JanieJanie Junebughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10573607241326291404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-57759321712260785562015-07-19T12:23:01.487-07:002015-07-19T12:23:01.487-07:00It's just that I look very like my sister, so ...It's just that I look very like my sister, so people kind of assume we're similar in other ways. We have the same daft sense of humour, that's for sure. Fran Hillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07935088780461825341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-74731984205610712312015-07-18T16:26:50.154-07:002015-07-18T16:26:50.154-07:00All that nonsense about genetic connections is jus...All that nonsense about genetic connections is just that - nonsense. <br />My sister and I are so different I often wonder which of us was dropped off by the gypsies. <br />And my own children might as well have been born on different planets. At a foot apart in height, they don't even view the world the same way.Martyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02366449267039641100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-51359128984085215882015-07-18T13:40:46.135-07:002015-07-18T13:40:46.135-07:00Because she had organised to meet a chicken for co...Because she had organised to meet a chicken for coffee and cake?Fran Hillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07935088780461825341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-65688617085510539452015-07-18T13:40:14.261-07:002015-07-18T13:40:14.261-07:00I try to organise life so I'm never in a hurry...I try to organise life so I'm never in a hurry. It doesn't always come off ...Fran Hillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07935088780461825341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-38051757607318041622015-07-18T13:39:35.638-07:002015-07-18T13:39:35.638-07:00An hour on a bus is my idea of soul food, definite...An hour on a bus is my idea of soul food, definitely.Fran Hillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07935088780461825341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-4275673221228147492015-07-18T13:39:10.564-07:002015-07-18T13:39:10.564-07:00We are the wise ones, you and I ....We are the wise ones, you and I ....Fran Hillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07935088780461825341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-27992328554412961672015-07-18T09:03:48.299-07:002015-07-18T09:03:48.299-07:00The big question now is why did Fran cross the roa...The big question now is why did Fran cross the road?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-18851468418805907382015-07-17T23:55:46.226-07:002015-07-17T23:55:46.226-07:00I don't enjoy being rushed either, unless it&#...I don't enjoy being rushed either, unless it's me doing the rushing. Sometimes I'm in a hurry to be somewhere else. <br />I wouldn't walk a mile for a zebra crossing though. I'd just cross as soon as a big enough break in traffic occurred that I knew i could make it across. Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-77711040667475079272015-07-17T23:13:33.293-07:002015-07-17T23:13:33.293-07:00As the poem goes... What is this life if, full of ...As the poem goes... What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare? Sometimes an hour on the bus if good for the soul.Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02133900289384226725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74882821337502001.post-69385273616368798642015-07-17T21:55:47.880-07:002015-07-17T21:55:47.880-07:00I never cross against the "don't walk&quo...I never cross against the "don't walk" sign at controlled intersections because if I'm hit by a car, I don't want my personal injury damages reduced for contributory negligence. People laugh at me for this. But they're the ones living in a fool's paradise, I tellz ya.Debra She Who Seekshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01845703092794695023noreply@blogger.com