tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163858.post8985918223534576748..comments2024-02-26T11:07:08.028-05:00Comments on Leesa's Stories: Blah Days and Open WindowsLeesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09552562808209927463noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163858.post-47071205147159321282009-05-29T11:29:36.063-05:002009-05-29T11:29:36.063-05:00What a wonderful memory.... And thanks for sharin...What a wonderful memory.... And thanks for sharing it with us. I'm starting to feel like I need to take a nap right now....<br /><br />For me, memories are triggered by smells, bakeries and bagels take me back to Washington DC, and the salt air of the ocean takes me overseas to a life long ago.Advizor54https://www.blogger.com/profile/02818587592229617693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163858.post-3866578286806780382009-05-29T08:00:07.687-05:002009-05-29T08:00:07.687-05:00Open windows & traffic sounds are one of my ch...Open windows & traffic sounds are one of my childhood memories too. Our house was a few miles from the interstate, and it was also at the top of a hill. At night I would open my bedroom windows and hear the traffic sounds. Even now when I visit my parents and sleep in my old room, I open the windows to hear the sounds at night. Love the story!SheenVhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00397336652393263392noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163858.post-16761918217616273882009-05-28T20:50:20.557-05:002009-05-28T20:50:20.557-05:00So after hearing the cars you then . . .So after hearing the cars you then . . .Malach the Mercilesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16243258141258465269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163858.post-61114013534264630092009-05-28T18:20:34.674-05:002009-05-28T18:20:34.674-05:00There is a certain lotion and the smell of the chl...There is a certain lotion and the smell of the chlorine in hot tubs does the same thing to me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163858.post-26953243918822441622009-05-28T15:31:39.740-05:002009-05-28T15:31:39.740-05:00There is napping and then there is 'napping', dear...There is napping and then there is 'napping', dear Leesa. Thank you for the invitation to your sanctum. I enjoyed the visit.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163858.post-63848565805141563072009-05-28T14:58:05.200-05:002009-05-28T14:58:05.200-05:00it really is amazing what triggers memories.
Ea...it really is amazing what triggers memories. <br /><br />Earlier this week we were out with friends at a restaurant and the smell coming from the kitchen brought me immediately back to my freshman year of college and the student union grill and the cooks there. <br />Stepping back in time is usually fun.Michael Mulladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14599981571572318378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163858.post-22899860626589053922009-05-28T14:00:23.604-05:002009-05-28T14:00:23.604-05:00We forgive you for missing a day of posting. We'r...We forgive you for missing a day of posting. We're not blog Nazis. Besides, the masturbation material makes up for a day of absence.Granthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08040058320473775641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163858.post-15070278712911975822009-05-28T11:19:30.294-05:002009-05-28T11:19:30.294-05:00triggering memories is atricky thing. Thank goodne...triggering memories is atricky thing. Thank goodness it was a pleasant memory ;) <br /><br />to me it is not officially summer until i smell coconut in the air. then i know the suntan oil is out and summer is here to stay, and I *feel* like it is summer. until then, it's just weather. lol..Xmichrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08640935280209026338noreply@blogger.com