tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494663141817723073.post3851722034247851134..comments2024-02-21T00:18:55.322-08:00Comments on sweet potato pie: It's official.katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15592401463121063648noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494663141817723073.post-37251134597376384202009-03-31T12:52:00.000-07:002009-03-31T12:52:00.000-07:00I used to RUN when I lived in Nevada, and Garden V...I used to RUN when I lived in Nevada, and Garden Valley. Then it slowed to trotting. I remember watching Edith , Archie Bunker's wife trot and thought that was sooooo funny ! Not realizing that I did it. Now, the pitiful thing is-----my trotting has slowed to a shuffle. <BR/> <BR/>Jacki, your saying goes waaay back, to------the back door trots. And that meant to the -----outhouse.<BR/><BR/>Just a little history lesson for you all.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03600056896841452538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494663141817723073.post-23366722887418389672009-03-31T10:03:00.000-07:002009-03-31T10:03:00.000-07:00My family is much too lazy to trot, thank God!My family is much too lazy to trot, thank God!Fancy Schmancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12820338705876627799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494663141817723073.post-82066188487809046782009-03-31T08:28:00.000-07:002009-03-31T08:28:00.000-07:00Ok Jacki, I really didn't need you to explain that...Ok Jacki, I really didn't need you to explain that version of "the trots". k??<BR/><BR/>Jod,<BR/>I'm hoping there's a vaccine by the time Anna reaches adult-hood.katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15592401463121063648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494663141817723073.post-20322071826966707722009-03-31T08:02:00.000-07:002009-03-31T08:02:00.000-07:00LMAO! You have the trotts!!! LMAO again! I have na...LMAO! You have the trotts!!! LMAO again! I have nasty visions in my head. You see, on Tim's side of the family, having the 'trotts' means somthing entirely diferent. It means that you have the shats! Thats all I could think of when reading your story. LOL! I don't think I've ever seen my mom trott (I'm talking about your kinda trotting, not mine!) Alright... I'm stopping here...JACKIhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09467525305608716400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494663141817723073.post-59966236921163013242009-03-31T06:41:00.000-07:002009-03-31T06:41:00.000-07:00Oh dear God, you'd better start watching for signs...Oh dear God, you'd better start watching for signs in Anna. I had no idea it was heriditary. How frightening! Maybe, by the time Anna is big enough for it to hit her there will be a cure - I guess that's all we can hope for!<BR/><BR/>p.s. - you're a dork. I've NEVER been a trotter...Jodihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00100400622483378937noreply@blogger.com