tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601770.post112957937620884292..comments2023-08-22T15:57:55.400-05:00Comments on BST's Blog: Brandon Scott Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03945502638721214409noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601770.post-1129648227107912102005-10-18T10:10:00.000-05:002005-10-18T10:10:00.000-05:00I had a friend at ACU with your luck. She was walk...I had a friend at ACU with your luck. She was walking through Super Duper once and a bottle of bleach fell off a display and spilled all over her. It's a good thing the two of you never hung out together -- you'd probably both be dead by now.Deana Nallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03860505658158039169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601770.post-1129648094836006592005-10-18T10:08:00.000-05:002005-10-18T10:08:00.000-05:00Brandon - Don't you think you're "wine-ing" just a...Brandon - Don't you think you're "wine-ing" just a little. Just kidding. I couldn't resist the pun. I have a friend with your gift/curse as well when it comes to going out to eat. We all love him dearly but we try to sit as far away from him as possible within the confines of good taste so we can keep the collateral damage down to a minimum.cwinwchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14140369482690620475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601770.post-1129645624733074692005-10-18T09:27:00.000-05:002005-10-18T09:27:00.000-05:00I think I will make you a shirt. It will say "Why ...I think I will make you a shirt. It will say "Why me?", because seriously you have the worst luck ever! I mean, glass shards in your forehead- bet Maddie and Ella didn't like that. I'm feeling a lot better, thanks for the message.Kateyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17692677245243613944noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601770.post-1129605926782583412005-10-17T22:25:00.000-05:002005-10-17T22:25:00.000-05:00BrandonI am catching up on blog reading after bein...Brandon<BR/>I am catching up on blog reading after being at ACU homecoming and wanted to respond to your post about your Dad. (My Dad died when I was 11 and my Mom just 3 short years ago). The pain that is centered around our loss changes when we have kids don't you think. Now when I get that lonely, longing feeling for my parents, it is more about what my kids are missing in not knowing them.Arlene Kasselmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17215920805448767403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601770.post-1129594799347112082005-10-17T19:19:00.000-05:002005-10-17T19:19:00.000-05:00Brandon...Sorry to laugh, but I did. I'm going to ...Brandon...<BR/><BR/>Sorry to laugh, but I did. I'm going to the Charles Schultz museum in Santa Rosa for dinner. (I'm at a conference right now.) I will think of you and the broken wine glass, Charlie Brown.<BR/><BR/>Blessings!<BR/><BR/>Owen<BR/><BR/>P.S. Our kids had meltdowns at that age, too. We were never quite wise enough to see it coming. Oy!Owen B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/08028040334554782517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601770.post-1129590359741802262005-10-17T18:05:00.000-05:002005-10-17T18:05:00.000-05:00Your blog made me smile, too. I actually tried to ...Your blog made me smile, too. I actually tried to email you today (and I did call Sheryl at home and left a message) to inquire as to whether or not there were ever any times with your kids that tested your patience or proved to be anything other than wonderful! :) To know that you guys have the same window that we do whenver we go to a restaurant is great to know! And I was beginning to think that it was just us (and a few other friends at church who have boys, too!). Thanks for the great blog-do you guys ever raise your voices?<BR/>--ShannonAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601770.post-1129581392438371922005-10-17T15:36:00.000-05:002005-10-17T15:36:00.000-05:00Your blog today made me laugh. I have that type o...Your blog today made me laugh. I have that type of luck too! Yes, that window of exit is small. <BR/>Yes, they are long days and short years. My boys are 14 and 10. As a photographer I take pictures of many people's children and it's amazine the difference I see from one setting to the next. Time jogs along. It takes a perceptive child of God to notice the noticeable and cherish the cherishable!Kelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01700951045026427434noreply@blogger.com