tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post4576479445413814582..comments2024-02-02T19:40:16.372-08:00Comments on me and you and ellie: A Belt of CornMe, You, or Elliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13159195620327366257noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-79349926333912453152008-10-13T06:24:00.000-07:002008-10-13T06:24:00.000-07:00Pop-Like soda only ...it's exactly like soda becau...Pop-Like soda only ...it's exactly like soda because it is. It's a midwestern thing.NucMEd is Hothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16611729894196665086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-683858469643618762008-10-10T16:58:00.000-07:002008-10-10T16:58:00.000-07:00I love the photo in the dark of the tree!Also - um...I love the photo in the dark of the tree!<BR/><BR/>Also - um - I write every week how each state is not a beautiful state in my Totally Incensed Tuesday post. Not to whore my stuff out over here, but just thought I'd share.KGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10236206776336550381noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-85516792457600717932008-10-10T09:09:00.000-07:002008-10-10T09:09:00.000-07:00Why Martyjoco, how crazy is that? I was born in Au...Why Martyjoco, how crazy is that? I was born in Aurora (well, not really, as its too small to have a hospital, but I was born in nearby Auburn, NY). Aurora is my hometown. And it <I>is</I> idyllic. A terrific place to spend your childhood.<BR/><BR/>My mom (re)bought a house there a few years back, so I've been spending some time there each summer, introducing my own kids to the wonders of the village.<BR/><BR/>I actually have an Aurora post coming up, and my mom is going to guest blog regarding Aurora as well. <BR/><BR/>Stay tuned!<BR/><BR/>P.S. I love Ithaca.<BR/><BR/>BethMe, You, or Elliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13159195620327366257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-28428408078067042742008-10-09T22:58:00.000-07:002008-10-09T22:58:00.000-07:00Wow those are some fabulous pics. You say, what's ...Wow those are some fabulous pics. You say, what's "pop". I say, what's a nebbie? I've never heard that nickname before. Do the locals call it that, or have I been sleeping in a cave too long? Do they call Montana, Monty?Nanny Goats In Pantieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019800312349427823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-28152966056581721222008-10-09T15:56:00.000-07:002008-10-09T15:56:00.000-07:00Beth! Aurora, NY! We LOVE Aurora NY!! PD was bo...Beth! Aurora, NY! We <B>LOVE</B> Aurora NY!! PD was born up there (well, Ithaca) and spent his childhood making annual happy summer visits to Wells and Lake Cayuga, and we try to swing by at least every year or two. In a word: <B>Idyllic</B>. (Perhaps a tiny bit over-polished lately by the "American Girl" doll woman who bought most of the lakeside properties and tried to turn it into an American Girl Disneyworld... but still lovely, and we understand she is on her way out...). This is one of those 1-degree of separation things, isn't it?! Cornfields and sunflower fields... kind of the upstate NY version of Nebbie. But with water.martyjocohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16348676447075528237noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-42637200567855744852008-10-09T13:36:00.000-07:002008-10-09T13:36:00.000-07:00Nevada, Wyoming, whatever. They were still nice p...Nevada, Wyoming, whatever. They were still nice pictures.Captain Dumbasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02214826608461609241noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-83238870883539923142008-10-09T12:09:00.000-07:002008-10-09T12:09:00.000-07:00Dammit! Now you've gone and done it. I didn't wa...Dammit! Now you've gone and done it. I didn't <B>want</B> to want to go to Nebraska...but now I can't <B>not</B> want to go.Springer Kneebloodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02208420044446366675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-72336472560595908242008-10-09T08:50:00.000-07:002008-10-09T08:50:00.000-07:00Lovely post, Ellie. Lovely.Makes me want to get th...Lovely post, Ellie. Lovely.<BR/><BR/>Makes me want to get the hell out of the city. Makes me want to go to Aurora, New York to drink pop and eat freshly grown corn. <BR/><BR/>P.S. I can't believe you <I>lied</I> to us about Nevada!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-11518469916527144372008-10-09T08:34:00.000-07:002008-10-09T08:34:00.000-07:00Since moving to the midwest I have started calling...Since moving to the midwest I have started calling soda, pop. A couple of summers ago when I went home for a month, I asked my mom to get me a can of pop and she looked at me like I had grown a third eye on my face. "What the hell is pop?"Kathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16973125452842612070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-25961107109125861602008-10-09T07:50:00.000-07:002008-10-09T07:50:00.000-07:00Great pictures and nice double-exposure. Now I hav...Great pictures and nice double-exposure. Now I have that Talking Heads song stuck in my head.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00873541253069090821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-65985064279782786882008-10-09T07:10:00.000-07:002008-10-09T07:10:00.000-07:00That's our Master Bedroom up there.Hmmmm.... I sme...That's our Master Bedroom up there.<BR/><BR/>Hmmmm.... I smell a Westy House Tour post coming.....<BR/><BR/>--EllieMe, You, or Elliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13159195620327366257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-69151420267372201742008-10-09T07:01:00.000-07:002008-10-09T07:01:00.000-07:00Oh, there you go, being all dead to me again. Pop ...Oh, there you go, being all dead to me again. Pop is POP. Not soda, POP. :)<BR/><BR/>Hey, when the top of the van is all propped up, what does it do? Is there a bed in there or something? It looks interesting.Pickles and Dimeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14552386798256895855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-5376141585631710982008-10-09T06:34:00.000-07:002008-10-09T06:34:00.000-07:00My girl learned a song in Kindergarten that went: ...My girl learned a song in Kindergarten that went: <BR/><BR/>corn, corn, corn, it makes me feel forlorn...<BR/><BR/>As you can imagine, we break into it every time the cob hits our table. <BR/><BR/>Nebbie, huh? <BR/><BR/>JacquieMe, You, or Elliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13159195620327366257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146073139129271180.post-39776921157182628012008-10-09T05:46:00.000-07:002008-10-09T05:46:00.000-07:00Mmm-hmmm. I think traveling the blue roads means p...Mmm-hmmm. I think traveling the blue roads means prettier scenery. <BR/><BR/>Your pics of Nebraska almost -- almost! -- make me forget the jingoism that was so apparent there when I took the girls to Lincoln for a fencing tournament. In 2007.<BR/><BR/>(And you were kidding about the pop, right?) (And "package store" -- such an east coast term!)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com