tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335622942047923783.post2447549009953974377..comments2023-07-21T04:09:16.900-07:00Comments on robgirlbooks: Think Out Loud [45] Stories are everywhere.robgirlbookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03398614063792587098noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335622942047923783.post-61495711884974467152014-03-19T22:27:24.219-07:002014-03-19T22:27:24.219-07:00That is a wonderful story! I can just see that mom...That is a wonderful story! I can just see that moment.How amazing that Janie immortalized your grandma like that at such a young age. Your grandma sounds like she was a real neat lady!<br /><br />Thank you for the good words. They were a total "you're gonna do good" hug!robgirlbookshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03398614063792587098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335622942047923783.post-44138175649847879862014-03-18T15:37:56.635-07:002014-03-18T15:37:56.635-07:00Speaking of smells, I have a really cool story abo...Speaking of smells, I have a really cool story about that. Back when I was pregnant with Jack in the summer of '09, my sister came over one day. Janie sat on the arm of the chair my sister was sitting on, and out of nowhere said, "You smell like Grandma Gibson's apartment, Shelly." My sister and I smelled her shirt, and it really did! Our grandma died when Janie was four years old, and when she told us this, she was six. I couldn't believe Janie remembered the smell of Grandma's apartment, which was a mixture of coffee and all kinds of good smelling stuff Grandma had in her apartment. That moment brought tears to our eyes. <br /><br />You're going to be a terrific, kick ass para! I think that's a perfect job for you with the experience and compassion you have, and you'll be just as great a parent if not even more so. I know it. :)~Jennifer~https://www.blogger.com/profile/05952809868354553112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335622942047923783.post-40169285483445306282014-03-10T09:34:09.147-07:002014-03-10T09:34:09.147-07:00It's the worst going by the house of a loved o...It's the worst going by the house of a loved one who's gone now! And yet the compulsion is too strong to resist sometimes. What the heck is that about? I'm sorry about your grandparents. Smells take me back in the most detail, but that's the way our brains work. Must be a prehistoric survival mechanism.<br /><br />Oh, a para is a teacher's aid, usually for special needs students or students who need a bit more help. I have some training in April and then I'll be a Special Education Para Educator. They flitter around the room or stay close to one or two assigned students. They're the extra hands and soothing (stern) voice to guide the kids back to task at hand. I'm indebted to a few of the paras Will had through the years. I'll just be a sub to start with. I wanted to write a post all about it and gush, but I'm nervous as heck. What if I don't like it? What if I shine at it, but then suck at being a mom when I get home? But it's all fuel for my imagination at least!robgirlbookshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03398614063792587098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335622942047923783.post-53155866620143142052014-03-10T08:26:54.336-07:002014-03-10T08:26:54.336-07:00I love how even recounting a memory brings out the...I love how even recounting a memory brings out the writer talent in you. Amazing! So you have a new job? I'm sorry I don't know, but what's a para? I understand how you feel about your grandma's house, too. I sometimes drive by my grandparents' old house, and it's sad knowing they aren't there and someone else is. (Both my grandparents have passed away). I really felt like I was there in the building with you. ~Jennifer~https://www.blogger.com/profile/05952809868354553112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335622942047923783.post-22879054296391114412014-03-10T00:09:42.614-07:002014-03-10T00:09:42.614-07:00Yay! There is nothing like having your creativity ...Yay! There is nothing like having your creativity sparked, even if all you're doing is jotting down thoughts on napkins, it's exciting stuff. Oh, and you have an awesome blog! I just stopped by. robgirlbookshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03398614063792587098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335622942047923783.post-68988723317745436852014-03-09T23:30:08.231-07:002014-03-09T23:30:08.231-07:00Wow that was a great post! Imaginations and dreams...Wow that was a great post! Imaginations and dreams are wonderful things :) You have my imagination sparking and I am itching to write right now!!<br /><br />Chanzie @ <a href="http://meanwhoyouare.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow">Mean Who You Are.</a>Chanziehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16084956577975232322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335622942047923783.post-625617786343979532014-03-08T18:46:41.699-08:002014-03-08T18:46:41.699-08:00Thank you, Brandee. As obsessive as I was over art...Thank you, Brandee. As obsessive as I was over art back in school (we're talking 2 or 3 all-nighters a week completely devoted to whatever project), I never loved it the way I love creating stories and building characters. <br /><br />Your words are very good too, Brandee. I've fallen into your posts so much my family doesn't ask anymore what made me laugh or sniffle. robgirlbookshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03398614063792587098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335622942047923783.post-31628304404743508042014-03-08T16:49:36.868-08:002014-03-08T16:49:36.868-08:00Robyn, you...well, I'd have to sit here for aw...Robyn, you...well, I'd have to sit here for awhile to come up with the right words. You know that about me, right? It takes me awhile to work up the words. You impress, amaze, astound me with your words, your talent. Isn't it incredible what memories, whether they're happy or frightening, can conjure? <3 And you use them to create. *sigh*Bookworm Brandeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15834408515209743135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335622942047923783.post-87198127879074652002014-03-07T10:07:34.282-08:002014-03-07T10:07:34.282-08:00I was just thinking this morning that I hold on to...I was just thinking this morning that I hold on too much, but all artists do that, right? We dwell because it's too good. <i>Waste not, want not.</i> means something different to us.robgirlbookshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03398614063792587098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335622942047923783.post-34449066099074504212014-03-07T10:03:41.218-08:002014-03-07T10:03:41.218-08:00Smells always bring back the most detail. I just r...Smells always bring back the most detail. I just realized almost always a smell (good or bad) triggers a wonderful memory. I hope you have a great weekend, Ki!robgirlbookshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03398614063792587098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335622942047923783.post-56674183805519701972014-03-07T00:58:22.850-08:002014-03-07T00:58:22.850-08:00Amazing, Robyn. Memories are everywhere. We carry ...Amazing, Robyn. Memories are everywhere. We carry them with us and are so powerful like your story here. I loved it. :) <br /><br />Thanks for sharing. Athinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11485560779521386981noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335622942047923783.post-16839326393948537572014-03-06T19:53:40.868-08:002014-03-06T19:53:40.868-08:00Wow Robyn, that's some powerful thinking. Memr...Wow Robyn, that's some powerful thinking. Memrories can be really fascinating.kiphahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15919376931169982458noreply@blogger.com