tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200419357480167807.post543442546267919739..comments2008-04-23T06:22:41.628-07:00Mrs.Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03810703338888705439noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200419357480167807.post-3668390307757798352008-04-23T05:18:00.000-07:002008-04-23T05:18:00.000-07:00That is a funny story, & I'm glad you have the blanket now!! <BR/><BR/>Isn't the lead singer of Midnight Oil now the Minister of the Environment in Australia? There's another Earth Day link for you...!loribethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09272814565916935113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200419357480167807.post-77812482892267505132008-04-22T23:14:00.000-07:002008-04-22T23:14:00.000-07:00great story. my mom still reminds me of the time I had a party while she was away one wk-end and I got busted because I forgot to dump the garbage from the trunk of her car. come to think of it, that wasn't very nice or smart. no cool family heirloom was harmed though...lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15455301696832647867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200419357480167807.post-47271635725091445882008-04-22T20:02:00.000-07:002008-04-22T20:02:00.000-07:00shinejil - speaking of history, I have another blanket that my grandmother bought in Ireland. It now the bedding on the kitty condo. It is covered.<BR/><BR/>No matter what the story, though, it is great to hear it because it is your history.<BR/><BR/>Lori - great story! I'll send you a pic via email. I hope you had a good call with your dad - has he forgiven you?Mrs.Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03810703338888705439noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200419357480167807.post-85430795898144707482008-04-22T09:30:00.000-07:002008-04-22T09:30:00.000-07:00I'd love to see a photo of said blanket.<BR/><BR/>I have a similar story, one I'm lucky I lived through.<BR/><BR/>Dad was teaching me how to wash a car on his '65 Rambler Marlin that he'd just had repainted. We used brillo pads on the whitewall tires.<BR/><BR/>A few months later, I got a rare wild hair and decided to be helpful. I used the brillo pad all over the car. As in on the paint.<BR/><BR/>He went into the backyard and kicked the ground to avoid hurting me.<BR/><BR/>Years later, he donated the car to a car museum in Nebraska.<BR/><BR/>So we're both lucky to be here today. :-).<BR/><BR/>Thanks for the great story and for triggering my memory. I think I'll call my dad today.Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15394441222262940632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200419357480167807.post-46138178504520066462008-04-22T08:51:00.000-07:002008-04-22T08:51:00.000-07:00Great story. It's so funny how these strange nodes in our history together with our parents get...well, almost embedded in certain objects. My mom is always showing me something we found while antiquing together and reminding me of the little story that goes with it. <BR/><BR/>I'm glad you've got that little piece of history. I'm sure Fluffy and the Bad One are pleased, too.shinejilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03353174053245279899noreply@blogger.com