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Posted by ClearSkies on October 16, 2005, at 16:46:04
What do you have on the bottom of your shoe??
Posted by wildcard on October 16, 2005, at 17:08:23
In reply to it smells like a barn in here!!, posted by ClearSkies on October 16, 2005, at 16:46:04
a smurf?
Posted by ClearSkies on October 16, 2005, at 17:15:15
In reply to Re: it smells like a barn in here!!, posted by wildcard on October 16, 2005, at 17:08:23
is that what that blue stuff is?? ewww....
LOL
Posted by gardenergirl on October 16, 2005, at 18:00:39
In reply to Re: it smells like a barn in here!! » wildcard, posted by ClearSkies on October 16, 2005, at 17:15:15
She rolled in something really really stinky, and now I have to give her a bath.
gg
Posted by Susan47 on October 17, 2005, at 19:36:10
In reply to it smells like a barn in here!!, posted by ClearSkies on October 16, 2005, at 16:46:04
> What do you have on the bottom of your shoe??
>
Sand, from the beach. But I don't think it stinks. Maybe it's coming from another apartment. ;)
Posted by lynn971 on October 17, 2005, at 19:42:44
In reply to Re: it smells like a barn in here!!, posted by Susan47 on October 17, 2005, at 19:36:10
Posted by Susan47 on October 18, 2005, at 20:21:58
In reply to Re: I want to go to the beach... (nm), posted by lynn971 on October 17, 2005, at 19:42:44
Local beaches are cold, now.
But soon I'll be on a tropical beach, provided all goes well, and the plane doesn't crash or I get hit by something, which I feel is quite possible, I mean we're talking India where, apparently, as pertains to traffic, three lanes flow where two were meant to go ...
I don't want to go there, I really don't but I do because if I don't I might live to regret it. But the kids have a driver, someone they know now and kind of trust, who takes them everywhere, and they're having a fantastic time I think, from what I hear and everyone tells me. Including my parents who saw them in London on their way from Paris, on the kids' way TO Paris, apparently they're relaxed and happy and it sounds like they're great WITHOUT me.
I want to see them but I don't want to ruin their time, could I possibly do that just by being me???? I know I'm sad here, I know I'm living poorly, in an emotionally bereft way and desperation kind of clings to me sometimes, sadness and stuff ... but they really want me to come, they do love me and they say they really miss me. And I'd be away from this terrible, sad and lonely heartache I've been living for the last two years.
But if I go, I might not live just by going. Because it's risky, I used to love flying and now it kind of feels like I'm taking my life in my hands more than ever, it's just safer to stay at home these days. But they've gone, and they're still okay.
So it's really a toss-up.
Go and risk everything, stay and risk nothing. Or everything. Or maybe just a couple of paycheques, which're EXTREMELY important, God damn it, and just SHOULDN'T BE!!!!
Posted by sunny10 on October 19, 2005, at 8:12:38
In reply to Re: I want to go to the beach... » lynn971, posted by Susan47 on October 18, 2005, at 20:21:58
like you said in another thread, there is only the moment.
There is no point in NOT going... the paychecks will be earned when you get back...live frugally for a bit after your travels.
You know you want to experience a little of what your kids are experiencing. Think of the memories you'll create together.
Living for the moment is my new motto...
Rock-climbing is a lot of fun- we joined a rock gym so that we can do it over the winter.
I just had my first motorcycle class last night- and was glad to note that I am not the only first-timer, not the only woman, and not the oldest, either!!!
Carpe diem, darling!!!
Mwah!
Posted by Susan47 on October 19, 2005, at 20:38:57
In reply to Re: Go, live for the moment » Susan47, posted by sunny10 on October 19, 2005, at 8:12:38
Tell me what it's like to ride your own bike, because I've always wanted that vibrating hot monster machine between my own legs, in the driver's seat. I really would like to have my own bike, I think it must be awesome fun. What's it feel like Sunny, what type of bike are you learning on, what does S. have?
Posted by sunny10 on October 20, 2005, at 7:23:42
In reply to Re: Go, live for the moment, posted by Susan47 on October 19, 2005, at 20:38:57
I'll have to let you know on Monday... our first riding class will be Sunday.
I've been on the back of bikes forever... most recently on S.'s Yamaha VMax. I got sick of waiting for someone to take me for a ride when it's nice outside- time for me to take MYSELF for a ride... I'm living for the moment and taking charge of my own desires.
I think the type of bike you'd be interested in is the sport bike, with the lean forward design... otherwise it won't feel like a pleasure horse!!!
There are plenty of people in my class in their fifties!! You would have no trouble learning- you young thing!!
I say do it up...
Posted by Susan47 on October 20, 2005, at 20:21:24
In reply to Re: Go, live for the moment » Susan47, posted by sunny10 on October 20, 2005, at 7:23:42
ew ew ew yes, pleasure horse .. Maybe this summer I'll finally do it.
Posted by sunny10 on October 21, 2005, at 8:50:26
In reply to Re: Go, live for the moment » sunny10, posted by Susan47 on October 20, 2005, at 20:21:24
I'll be your cheering section...
Posted by Susan47 on October 21, 2005, at 21:00:32
In reply to Re: Go, live for the moment, posted by sunny10 on October 21, 2005, at 8:50:26
No, I'll be yours, as you do it Now.
Go, Sunny, I can feel the breeze in my nose now ... and no it's not a sneeze.
Posted by sunny10 on October 25, 2005, at 8:11:50
In reply to Re: Go, live for the moment, posted by Susan47 on October 21, 2005, at 21:00:32
apparently it does matter how big ones hands are in this class... If I were to go buy a motorcycle, I'd buy one with adjustable clutch and front brake levers to allow for my tiny hands but the ones supplied to us in class were non-adjustable...
I lasted through the whole 5 hr class (barely hanging on to complete the exercises) until the very last "pull in" to end the class before my hands just cramped up, I miss the brake, my hands slipped down onto the throttle which made me go even faster- I was heading for the rest of the class (who were at a stop), so I had to jerk over to the right and fell over with the bike on top of me... I have a bum knee now...don't think I could perform in the second class next Sunday even if I wanted to!
S says I'd be better off getting my own bike that fits me and learning on my own before attempting another class like that... It seemed very advanced for someone who barely knew how to work the controls (much less work them while swerving around road course cones!!!). I'm not sure if I wouldn't prefer to just stay on the backs of bikes at this point...but I can't say I didn't try, I guess!
Now it's your turn to do something wild and crazy...
Posted by Susan47 on October 25, 2005, at 21:21:11
In reply to Re: I did horribly..., posted by sunny10 on October 25, 2005, at 8:11:50
How about going to India? Wild and crazy enough for you? That's about all I can handle at the moment. And not doing to well at that, either. Just barely going to be leaving with everything done, at this rate. My enthusiasm for this trip is exceedingly low.
No doubt the fact that I am doing this alone, against my will, and it will cost me an enormous amount of money which I would prefer not to have to be in debt in for the next several years, but which is exactly.. (I can predict, I am an Amazing Psychic (I AM NOT SERIOUS!)) ... what will happen.
Posted by sunny10 on October 26, 2005, at 8:23:40
In reply to Re: I did horribly..., posted by Susan47 on October 25, 2005, at 21:21:11
try to think about the memories you'll be making. They're priceless anyway...
We know how to scrimp and save at home when the adventure is over...
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