Comments on: Fast Five… http://rachelbateman.com/2010/06/fast-five-9/ mommy*writer*editor*wife Tue, 31 Jan 2012 20:27:31 -0700 hourly 1 By: Rachel http://rachelbateman.com/2010/06/fast-five-9/comment-page-1/#comment-929 Rachel Mon, 28 Jun 2010 18:34:43 +0000 http://rachelbateman.com/?p=1926#comment-929 I *think* you can mail jam....I don't see why not! I *think* you can mail jam….I don’t see why not!

]]> By: Yeah http://rachelbateman.com/2010/06/fast-five-9/comment-page-1/#comment-928 Yeah Mon, 28 Jun 2010 15:55:04 +0000 http://rachelbateman.com/?p=1926#comment-928 I'm kind of awesome that way. Hey! You do not suck....unless it involves some delicious beverage and a straw. I had honestly forgotten about the pants until the very moment I posted numero cinco up there. It was just funny at the time. Yes, I am sad about the reunion. It just means the next one will be that much dearer to me. Oh, and the jam is amazing. I think I may just mail you some blueberry preserved joy. Can I mail jam? I’m kind of awesome that way. Hey! You do not suck….unless it involves some delicious beverage and a straw. I had honestly forgotten about the pants until the very moment I posted numero cinco up there. It was just funny at the time.

Yes, I am sad about the reunion. It just means the next one will be that much dearer to me. Oh, and the jam is amazing. I think I may just mail you some blueberry preserved joy. Can I mail jam?

]]> By: Rachel http://rachelbateman.com/2010/06/fast-five-9/comment-page-1/#comment-927 Rachel Fri, 25 Jun 2010 19:05:39 +0000 http://rachelbateman.com/?p=1926#comment-927 Ah man! I suck! I totally forgot about those pants!!! I am now looking into making them with renewed vigor. I can't believe I strung you along for so long without ever giving you the pants. :( Also, SAD story that you can't go the reunion this year. I know how much you love those reunions. But the Jam Fest should be fun! Make some yummy jam for me. I have a great picture in my head of this guy at Barnes and Nobel. I love that you just let him think you work for the CIA. That is pretty epic, buddy, pretty epic. Ah man! I suck! I totally forgot about those pants!!! I am now looking into making them with renewed vigor. I can’t believe I strung you along for so long without ever giving you the pants. :(

Also, SAD story that you can’t go the reunion this year. I know how much you love those reunions. But the Jam Fest should be fun! Make some yummy jam for me.

I have a great picture in my head of this guy at Barnes and Nobel. I love that you just let him think you work for the CIA. That is pretty epic, buddy, pretty epic.

]]> By: Oh Buddy http://rachelbateman.com/2010/06/fast-five-9/comment-page-1/#comment-926 Oh Buddy Fri, 25 Jun 2010 16:40:12 +0000 http://rachelbateman.com/?p=1926#comment-926 Holy cow, your #5 has me in stitches. It is funny to think about what women have to worry about compared to men. My problem is always in the shoulders. I have yet to find a suit coat (outside of tailored, which I can only dream of affording) that actually fit my shoulders. Don't get me wrong. I enjoy my stature 99% of the time, but fabric stretched to breaking point and seams screaming from stress are so very tacky. But enough... 1. I start planning for the next Squires family reunion (which happen every 2 years) the day after the most recent one has ended. I AM OBSESSIVE ABOUT THIS REUNION. It is killing me that I won't get to go this year. Just too many miles and too few dollars. *Sigh* 2. When I was younger, well...even now, actually, I never really planned ahead for anything but the travel snacks. We started a tradition of making and packing homemade sweet treats for long road trips. Peanut Caramel Bars. Enough Said. 3. Mmmmmmmmmm. Peanut Caramel Bars. Though I am going up to Lancaster Pennsylvania this weekend to party with family for the annual Allen Jam Session (as in we make ridiculous quantities of homemade jam), and just got done making dirty rice crispy treats. Wonderful. 4. So, I got a CIA polo shirt from a friend who did some training at Langley. I was wearing the other day while schmoozing at Barnes and Nobles. A fellow happens to stop me, asking if I played college football (pretty usual occurence), then seeing my shirt, and assuming I hence worked for the CIA, proceeds to spend an hour talking to me about the CIA, the conspiracies he was currently investigating, US outer space defense systems, and whether or not I could put a good word in for him. I am sad, but only a little so, to admit that I led him on and played the secret agent. 5. So, remember those vietnamese fisherman's pants that 'someone' was going to sew for another 'someone'? Yeah, I was just thinking about the awesome pants that never were. Yet again...*sigh* Holy cow, your #5 has me in stitches. It is funny to think about what women have to worry about compared to men. My problem is always in the shoulders. I have yet to find a suit coat (outside of tailored, which I can only dream of affording) that actually fit my shoulders. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy my stature 99% of the time, but fabric stretched to breaking point and seams screaming from stress are so very tacky. But enough…

1. I start planning for the next Squires family reunion (which happen every 2 years) the day after the most recent one has ended. I AM OBSESSIVE ABOUT THIS REUNION. It is killing me that I won’t get to go this year. Just too many miles and too few dollars. *Sigh*
2. When I was younger, well…even now, actually, I never really planned ahead for anything but the travel snacks. We started a tradition of making and packing homemade sweet treats for long road trips. Peanut Caramel Bars. Enough Said.
3. Mmmmmmmmmm. Peanut Caramel Bars. Though I am going up to Lancaster Pennsylvania this weekend to party with family for the annual Allen Jam Session (as in we make ridiculous quantities of homemade jam), and just got done making dirty rice crispy treats. Wonderful.
4. So, I got a CIA polo shirt from a friend who did some training at Langley. I was wearing the other day while schmoozing at Barnes and Nobles. A fellow happens to stop me, asking if I played college football (pretty usual occurence), then seeing my shirt, and assuming I hence worked for the CIA, proceeds to spend an hour talking to me about the CIA, the conspiracies he was currently investigating, US outer space defense systems, and whether or not I could put a good word in for him. I am sad, but only a little so, to admit that I led him on and played the secret agent.
5. So, remember those vietnamese fisherman’s pants that ‘someone’ was going to sew for another ‘someone’? Yeah, I was just thinking about the awesome pants that never were. Yet again…*sigh*

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