tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434291.post45833378880024323..comments2024-01-24T18:18:13.919+09:00Comments on PureLandMountain.com: Robert Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12299574758004022747noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434291.post-2632629487948407742008-05-02T01:33:00.000+09:002008-05-02T01:33:00.000+09:00LOL!!! I never cease to be amazed at the pride of...LOL!!! I never cease to be amazed at the pride of males in such accomplishments. We gals were intimidated, berated or beaten into "acting like a lady" and such things discouraged. <BR/><BR/>One of my best memories is of the day I, age 10, walked into my school and Sister Mary Steel Ruler<BR/>asked in horror at the huge black eye adorning my face: <BR/><BR/>"What happened to you?" <BR/>"Stick in the face, Sister."<BR/>"You're no lady!"<BR/>"Yes, sister."<BR/><BR/>Hockey is more fun than ballet. I still believe that.Kay Dennisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02646717192332313215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434291.post-80411612194225619062008-05-01T21:57:00.000+09:002008-05-01T21:57:00.000+09:00Yes, funny how the memories get triggered... Your ...Yes, funny how the memories get triggered... Your story brought to mind a guy named Ray from my high school class who was to flatulence what Paul was to belching. Further expansion on Ray's talent would not be acceptable for a family oriented blog, though I will say that the funniest story about him had to do with a dare (double-dog, as I recall), a Zippo lighter, and the smell of singed hair...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com