From: owner-jewel-digest@smoe.org (jewel-digest) To: jewel-digest@smoe.org Subject: jewel-digest V12 #157 Reply-To: jewel@smoe.org Sender: owner-jewel-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-jewel-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk jewel-digest Monday, August 20 2007 Volume 12 : Number 157 * If you ever wish to unsubscribe from this digest, send an email to * jewel-digest-request@smoe.org with ONLY the word * unsubscribe in the BODY of the email * . * For the latest news on what Jewel is up to, go to * the OFFICIAL Jewel web site at http://www.jeweljk.com * and click on "calendar" * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: jewel-digest V12 #___ gives fellow list readers * no clue as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- [EDA] NJC: Camping with the cool kids [Dennis Harris ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2007 07:00:02 -0400 From: Dennis Harris Subject: [EDA] NJC: Camping with the cool kids *** Tammy, the EDAMommy wrote about something ever-so-1997: > Tried to go to bed after the kids were FINALLY asleep > Dennis came knocking on our window - ok, yelling into it (how can > you knock > on a tent? silly ;-) I had flashbacks of New Hampshire. Ok, so it > wasn't > 4am this time, but it was late :-) We helped him set up (I watched > again ;-) > We tried to go back to bed - kept hearing the voice of a Harris > saying "I > miss Tammy" "I miss Rob" "I miss Rob and Tammy" Heard more voices... THAT was Dean, not me! No wait, it was me... yeah. But who wants to pull into a campground a little after midnight, only to find everyone asleep?!? *sheesh* You EDAs have always been relative lightweights when it comes to partying. (Admit it though -- if anyone could knock on a tent, I might very well be that person, right? ;-) That wasn't the year Proven, Tammy and I had the collective late night "bonding experience" with Rob (instigated by Mr. J. Daniels, if I recall correctly) -- that was year two, or three, I think. I can't remember the exact quote of the night, but it was something along the lines of "hey, you're his wife, YOU shake it"... One of those years was the Rob-gets-his-remaining-hair-caught-in-a- toy-boat-propellor fiasco. As well as another-Campbell-daughter-gets- gum-in-her-hair, and Tammy-streaks-downtown-Woodstock-in-her- flipflops (due to ticklish feet, she wouldn't go the whole nine yards). Sprinkled in there were barn dances, snipe hunts, paintball wars, various incarnations of Harris Ball, leased vehicle off road durability tests, goat and sheep noises, meteor showers, sunsets, monastery visits and so much more. I miss Rob and Tammy. Fuzzy memories. Warm ones, though. - -- "Trust me. I'm Harris." (tm) ------------------------------ End of jewel-digest V12 #157 ****************************