tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846631511936238535.post2701083023316722232..comments2023-10-17T03:40:33.285-07:00Comments on Mortensen Moments: From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Karen L. MortensenKaren Mortensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15991996620864410833noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846631511936238535.post-74298525092265375852009-09-20T10:46:09.688-07:002009-09-20T10:46:09.688-07:00Sooo very funny.Sooo very funny.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12502563739976251259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846631511936238535.post-41665372448815681592009-09-20T09:05:53.823-07:002009-09-20T09:05:53.823-07:00I too found out I was singing the wrong words to s...I too found out I was singing the wrong words to some hymns as I grew up. 'Ere you Left Your Room This Morning'...I thought was about a little boy named Ere who always forgot to pray. As we would sing this hymn often at church I would always picture this little boy Ere who put his red ball cap on his head and run out the door without remembering to pray. <br /><br />Those were some great lines Karen! I use to call that game Solitary too! My grandma also taught me to play it. <br /><br />Susan...Stay Away from Sperm would make a great plaque! :)))Grandma Honeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09587160523698527979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846631511936238535.post-78998985362757612802009-09-19T23:33:43.209-07:002009-09-19T23:33:43.209-07:00As an adult I found many songs had different words...As an adult I found many songs had different words than I thought growing up!LA Adamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924167607207289162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846631511936238535.post-63286640614859303452009-09-19T22:09:12.762-07:002009-09-19T22:09:12.762-07:00This is Susan again. In my previous post I should...This is Susan again. In my previous post I should have said "Broken liver and contrite spirit."Susan Rozierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01706973720718992163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846631511936238535.post-27216731534209465702009-09-19T22:04:47.380-07:002009-09-19T22:04:47.380-07:00Loved this post!!! The stories of the kids are so ...Loved this post!!! The stories of the kids are so funny. My soon to be 6 year old granddaughter came home from 1st grade describing her teacher as strict and very nice. She had heard her sisters talking about how strict their teachers were and she was emulating them. When Jamie asked her what strict meant she said, "Kind, helpful, nice." That got a laugh. My kids had their share too. Dawnie always used to say "Hangabur" for "Hamburger." The family adopted it and we still say it to this day. Getting off track, but sort of on the subject....when I was in college we were discussing that the heart was just another organ in the body and what if we took another organ and substituted it in all the love songs. We came up with, "I love you with all my liver." "Sweetliver, sweetliver." "I left my liver in San Francisco." "I love you from the bottom of my liver." "It broke my liver." My old roommates commented after my recent surgery, "We heard you had a liver attack." "Broken liver and contrite heart." I could go on, but you get the silly picture!<br /><br />This is totally off subject, but funny how kids perceive things. Dawnie was giving the "how babies are conceived" talk using all the proper jargon. Such as the sperm fertilizing the eggs, etc. Sierra said thoughtfully, "So if I don't want to have babies I need to stay away from sperm? We thought of a wall plaque with vinyl lettering on it with that advice...Stay Away From Sperm. Fondly, SusanSusan Rozierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01706973720718992163noreply@blogger.com