tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188526489767830724.post1572853620081017207..comments2024-03-19T07:15:34.548+02:00Comments on kotkarankki: Laskiainen - carne lasciareUllahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02176085550753578481noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188526489767830724.post-62974979909503149802009-02-25T17:48:00.000+02:002009-02-25T17:48:00.000+02:00The sledding looks like so much fun. My husband a...The sledding looks like so much fun. My husband and I played like that in the snow in December when we had snow around here. The kids were spending the night at my parents, so we had some time alone. We got out the sled and went down the driveway sitting on the snowboard. Very fun to be a kid again!Nikkihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11561464255559358535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188526489767830724.post-4761991367531506462009-02-24T17:47:00.000+02:002009-02-24T17:47:00.000+02:00What lovely traditions. I like your flax one parti...What lovely traditions. I like your flax one particularly. :-) I would be useless at the small talk in the evening afterwards.<BR/><BR/>We have Pancake Day on Shrove Tuesday (today) to use up the eggs and milk before Lent in pancakes. Nowadays people just make pancakes but don't take notice of the history behind it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188526489767830724.post-14991652259870723802009-02-24T16:33:00.000+02:002009-02-24T16:33:00.000+02:00I too do not like warm milk.The snow looks like se...I too do not like warm milk.The snow looks like sew much fun. Have a beautiful day my friend. Hugs, MarieMariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14344304508001591758noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188526489767830724.post-30321388270645196692009-02-24T15:03:00.000+02:002009-02-24T15:03:00.000+02:00I grew up in the desert so we'd go to the mountain...I grew up in the desert so we'd go to the mountains to play in the snow. Back then it was tons of fun to visit snow. Not as much fun now that I live in it.Abby and Stephaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12082914470199247665noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188526489767830724.post-57499923009797495582009-02-24T14:17:00.000+02:002009-02-24T14:17:00.000+02:00when i was a child i spend one night in a German h...when i was a child i spend one night in a German hospital. & they served me hot milk at bedtime. it was awful. there is nothing better than the sound of children laughing. i wish i was brave enough to slide down just a small hill.Messy Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07527639608893848074noreply@blogger.com