tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11951064.post113811942531390468..comments2024-01-28T22:35:58.750+01:00Comments on The City of Crochet: I am an Elm TreeKimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11747425014570867635noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11951064.post-1139264897724185502006-02-06T23:28:00.000+01:002006-02-06T23:28:00.000+01:00Hmmm. Supposedly (or should I say 'allegedly'-even...Hmmm. Supposedly (or should I say 'allegedly'-even though I don't know how to spell it...) ;) I am a Walnut tree. I don't even like walnuts. I'm not sure about everything they said, either. Maybe I am just being unrelenting and not flexible, though.. :) ??Tinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16887318294287047220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11951064.post-1138577746790177742006-01-30T00:35:00.000+01:002006-01-30T00:35:00.000+01:00I was fig tree and would agree with the synopsis -...I was fig tree and would agree with the synopsis - but then it was all good.Free Time Crocheterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09496399008378417222noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11951064.post-1138370905762376022006-01-27T15:08:00.000+01:002006-01-27T15:08:00.000+01:00Everyone has the right in his or her beliefs.....j...Everyone has the right in his or her beliefs.....just the same as everyone can feel that their results are similar or dis-similar to them.....I have found that many little quizes like this are very vague, and that many of the answers would often apply to me!Kimberlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11747425014570867635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11951064.post-1138366050684995132006-01-27T13:47:00.000+01:002006-01-27T13:47:00.000+01:00Is the person who commented above me for real??? ...Is the person who commented above me for real??? Way too strange.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11951064.post-1138206345798957952006-01-25T17:25:00.000+01:002006-01-25T17:25:00.000+01:00I'm 51 years old, my husband is 57 years old.I am ...I'm 51 years old, my husband is 57 years old.<BR/><BR/>I am a Walnut Tree while my husband is an Ash Tree. The descriptions given does not fit my husband or me ... they are almost opposite of the people that we really are.<BR/><BR/>The Ash Tree: my husband is not at all impulsive, he is not demanding whatsoever, he couldn't care less about criticism, he is ambitious, he is intelligent, he is not a restless lover, money does not rule over his heart, he does not demand attention (he doesn't like attention), he does need love but I'm not quite sure that he really needs much emotional support, however.<BR/><BR/>The Walnut Tree: I am not unrelenting, I am neither strange nor full of contrasts, I am not egotistical at all, I am not aggressive, in fact, there probably isn't a person on the face of this earth that is more passive than I am, I'm not really sure if I'm noble or not, a broad horizon maybe but I'm not sure, unexpected reactions = nope = you know what to expect of me in every single situation, unlimited ambition = I am ambitious but I wouldn't go so far as to say that it is unlimited, no flexibility = absolutely not true (ask my husband)as the mother of 17 children,if I wasn't flexible I'd be in very serious trouble, I am always liked and always admired (except when someone tries to harm one of my children in which case I am their living nightmare become reality), I am definately not jealous but I am passionate, and I compromise constantly (as the mother of 17 children, if I wouldn't compromise, I'd really be in trouble).<BR/><BR/>Fortunately, my church is strictly against such stuff as this so I'm going to forget that it exists.<BR/><BR/>Have a wonderful day! It's going to be almost 60 degrees today in the Lincoln, Nebraska area - ahhh! feels like spring! (Smile)<BR/><BR/>MaryAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11951064.post-1138193501562382562006-01-25T13:51:00.000+01:002006-01-25T13:51:00.000+01:00Hell that it explains it I landed on my head when ...Hell that it explains it I landed on my head when I fell from the Rowan tree. Been dizzy since I got married and that my Daughter is how I ended up with THREE Daughters. Naw that can't be it, STILL has to be your Mothers fault. Me thinks you have too much time on your hands right now to type up this thing and place it on your Blog.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11951064.post-1138173105355871912006-01-25T08:11:00.000+01:002006-01-25T08:11:00.000+01:00I'm an Elm too =) I'd say it's pretty spot on.... ...I'm an Elm too =) I'd say it's pretty spot on.... well, if sweats and pj's count as tasteful clothes ;)Marviehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06799991711903350042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11951064.post-1138166809209209522006-01-25T06:26:00.000+01:002006-01-25T06:26:00.000+01:00I got cypress tree--mostly true.I got cypress tree--mostly true.Verahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09214588476071513727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11951064.post-1138142654698980732006-01-24T23:44:00.000+01:002006-01-24T23:44:00.000+01:00Apparently I am a fig tree. Pretty close with the ...Apparently I am a fig tree. Pretty close with the exception of the artistic stuff...Jenny Moorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03938419046702065969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11951064.post-1138126919810523702006-01-24T19:21:00.000+01:002006-01-24T19:21:00.000+01:00Hazelnut for me. Agree with some but I'm definitel...Hazelnut for me. Agree with some but I'm definitely not a perfectionist.Marinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18138266794924614352noreply@blogger.com