tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732988644864592247.post3728994864970284420..comments2023-10-17T22:49:49.144+08:00Comments on The Downtown Diner: Pine Cone SyndromeMelanie Gaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17288533681881691687noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732988644864592247.post-88171073367438549722015-06-20T11:10:30.519+08:002015-06-20T11:10:30.519+08:00Barbara you're right, there are many forms of ...Barbara you're right, there are many forms of pine cone syndrome that we face throughout life. <br /><br />And Andrea yes, it was borderline child abuse! :)Melanie Gaohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17288533681881691687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732988644864592247.post-91642167700480732262015-06-20T06:28:42.429+08:002015-06-20T06:28:42.429+08:00I think depriving children of Saturday morning car...I think depriving children of Saturday morning cartoons smacks of child abuse! Admittedly it's cooler to do chores in the early morning, but as a kid I didn't really figure that out since I was never up any earlier than I absolutely had to be. I'm a born night owl. So I expect I started watching cartoons closer to 8 - my favorite being The Jetsons (we have the video phones, I'm still waiting for the flying cars). Luckily our yard didn't have too many pine trees, and I was not assigned yard duty on a regular basis. Though at school we had a piney wood and we would make fort boundaries using piles of pine needles!I18n G.A.L.https://www.blogger.com/profile/17040530231987051551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732988644864592247.post-80447957353155847962015-06-20T05:33:57.119+08:002015-06-20T05:33:57.119+08:00Mel, I just love this blog! I can totally relate t...Mel, I just love this blog! I can totally relate to the feeling you describe, although I have never picked up any pine cones, and only endured the AL sauna for one year in Tuscaloosa. The Sisyphus chore to raise children, get them through puberty - that is my personal Pine Cone Syndrome....Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11864736315569254658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732988644864592247.post-64478840455316764882015-06-19T16:18:21.640+08:002015-06-19T16:18:21.640+08:00I'm happy to know maybe I wasn't alone, Je...I'm happy to know maybe I wasn't alone, Jennifer! And look how awesome we grew up to be. :) XO!Melanie Gaohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17288533681881691687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732988644864592247.post-52804743968533580552015-06-19T15:38:51.884+08:002015-06-19T15:38:51.884+08:00I still have nightmares about raking pine needles....I still have nightmares about raking pine needles. It never ends. No satisfaction of job completed. They slip out of the rake, and continue to fall. That is my definition of hell. And, yes, it was Mobile in the summer.Jennifer Belissenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02654921674849605569noreply@blogger.com