tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post114279249393667325..comments2024-03-28T14:01:51.325+00:00Comments on Yorkshire Pudding: MemoriesYorkshire Puddinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-1142965180727577862006-03-21T18:19:00.000+00:002006-03-21T18:19:00.000+00:00Great post mate.I always seem to remember the pain...Great post mate.<BR/><BR/>I always seem to remember the painful and embarassing things with far too much clarity, but the happy times seem to fade into a fuzzy glow, shame.Mikehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02692673546597344281noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-1142806254047551692006-03-19T22:10:00.000+00:002006-03-19T22:10:00.000+00:00The things I remember most usually have some kind ...The things I remember most usually have some kind of emotional punch to them. Joy or sorrow, there they are.<BR/><BR/>Regarding men, women, and directions: I'm fascinated by this topic. While I know some women who are much better at directions than some men, often it seems that men's brains are more adept at taking two-dimensional objects (maps) and translating them in their minds to three-dimensional objects (terrain). Is this nature, nurture, or both? I'm trying to be conscious of this with my daughter, so that I can at least take care of the "nurture" aspect.Saints and Spinnershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04733517166056974501noreply@blogger.com