tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26662000.post116663846379916757..comments2023-11-02T08:38:49.854-07:00Comments on A Tale of Three Beans: Like Greeting Old Friends...MommaBeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04452302193049028569noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26662000.post-1167263473444510882006-12-27T15:51:00.000-08:002006-12-27T15:51:00.000-08:00Let's see if I can get this thing to keep it this ...Let's see if I can get this thing to keep it this time. It's awful being old and intimidated by these electronic things. Can't figure them out. Anyway, about martian man. When your father and I were first married we lived in Huntsville, AL and both worked in the space program. I worked on the actual moon rocket and he worked purchasing all the items that had to be used for us to do the work. This 'martian' man was a little memento of that time in our lives. It was before you were born, so maybe you never knew the story. Hope this adds a little to your enjoyment of him. MimiAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26662000.post-1166687740913532352006-12-20T23:55:00.000-08:002006-12-20T23:55:00.000-08:00Momma bean, SO fun! Getting them out of the box is...Momma bean, SO fun! Getting them out of the box is half the fun! Last year was th e first Christmas we had ornaments that I grew up with, as my parents had passed away, and my kids play with them just like I used to.<BR/><BR/>When my brothers and I were dividing up the ornaments, it was like we were kids again. Remembering certain ones and what they meant to us. Oh, nostalgia<BR/><BR/>HAVE A LOVELY FIRST CHRISTMAS IN JORDAN!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com