tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961259802208415232.post4544045565598288860..comments2023-10-18T08:58:33.389-06:00Comments on Livin' in a Fishbowl: Rest In Peace, Li'l DivaLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09612681279996237855noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961259802208415232.post-84161315692775600922008-06-04T23:42:00.000-06:002008-06-04T23:42:00.000-06:00HAHAHAHA! Banan! I remember her and her routine ...HAHAHAHA! Banan! I remember her and her routine checking of all her doors. Oh man, good times.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961259802208415232.post-11673820806331280522008-06-04T22:43:00.000-06:002008-06-04T22:43:00.000-06:00my fondest li'l diva memories have something to do...my fondest li'l diva memories have something to do with sitting in the rhs parking lot early each morning, i in my car and you in li'l diva a few spaces over, listening to the same radio stations and awaiting the arrival of banan. banan would arrive, then get out and perform her routine (what was she looking for?? i still wonder!), which then freed us to get out of our cars and walk to class.veronicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18211010658608592731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961259802208415232.post-17846240445259120512008-06-04T19:39:00.000-06:002008-06-04T19:39:00.000-06:00Lori I remember the trip to Burbank well. I had t...Lori I remember the trip to Burbank well. I had to steer the Honda onto the trailer that was to bring it back home while you dad and Grandpa and another very nice man in the parking lot pushed it up the ramps. I couldn't see much at all so I just prayed I wouldn't fall off the other side before I put on the brakes. It served all of us well. GrandmaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961259802208415232.post-12411210297958527332008-06-04T14:24:00.000-06:002008-06-04T14:24:00.000-06:00I agree with Jon. "Dad do you need this part that...I agree with Jon. "Dad do you need this part that is now hanging off of the bottom of my car?" Then you wondered why the poor little thing shook, rattled and rolled down the freeway? She was a good little car. Yes, a very good little car.Ginnyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15742555137233980273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961259802208415232.post-77675458081048240822008-06-04T13:00:00.000-06:002008-06-04T13:00:00.000-06:00I remember that night. I was in my pajamas. Push...I remember that night. I was in my pajamas. Pushing a car on the streets of Burbank into a Walgreens (or something) parking lot.Jennihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15177996471915413590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961259802208415232.post-85008263049305351922008-06-04T11:43:00.000-06:002008-06-04T11:43:00.000-06:00Oh, come on. You left out the best Honda story of...Oh, come on. You left out the best Honda story of them all.<BR/>"I don't know what happened."<BR/>"Maybe it has something to do with you off-roading behind AM/PM."<BR/>Classic. Watching that poor little car bouncing around in the potholes of that dirt lot was hilarious.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com