lizard_brain

you can call me blonde... it's okay. but i don't get it Do you remember Imelda Marcos? She had 5,000 or so pairs of shoes, reportedly. http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/1173911.stm

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where is that "i just frew up a widdel" picture??? that is total shite and makes me want to reach down that guys throat and pull his nutz up and out. i can't imagine what he would say about us punk girls had he the musical knowledge to even recognize as a genera. i take that back i can imagine it wouldn't be anything good. Are you trying to say you disagree?

I heard this on the radio this afternoon. All I could think is "What complete and utter lightweights." Hilarious!

Another difference is they take themselves seriously...

so what you are saying is that if i wear really high heals i can weigh 180??? COOLLLL!!!! If I wear high heels, can I weigh 200? But you can still wear the heels.

I had a coworker I hated - you can guess the rest of the story. She was in the next cubicle.

so what you are saying is that if i wear really high heals i can weigh 180??? COOLLLL!!!! If I wear high heels, can I weigh 200?

I just puked a little.

I'm one of those 8-9 hour people, too. I go to bed early, get up early. Some nights I crash early, as early as 8:00, even 7:00 pm...

the rich people are all the ones that have more money than i do ...And "middle aged" means anyone 10 years older than me...

The philosophy of Pooh.

And they call ME crazy.

And what did they do... Watch TV?

I could sit on a summit for hours and just listen to the wind blow. And freinds at work ask me what I did during the weekend. "Nothing."

(Caution: Long, rambling, rant warning) Yeah, last weekend I was at Greenlake after a 20-mile run. I had gone back to look at some turtles I had seen there sitting on a log near the edge of the lake. I have been going to Greenlake for more than 40 years (my god, I'm friggin' OLD!), and I NEVER knew there were turtles in that lake. So I went over there after I finished my run to look at the turtles. I stood there like a goddam geek, staring at these turtles, and believe me these guys are not the most active creatures in the world, and they didn't do much but move their heads back and forth, and turn around when the wind shifted, and sometimes one would slide off the log into the water and swim away, and another would swim up and climb on and sit there... I must have stood ther for a friggin' hour watching these damned turtles before I realized how long I had been there. But one thing that blew me away was that other people just didn't have time for such shit. Kids would just yell "Hey, turtles!", and move on. Total sound byte mentality. Noone else stayed more than a couple of seconds. One lady asked me if they were real. I told her that 200 years ago there were more turtles here than there were people. I'm rambling!!! But my whole point - CHILL!!!

momentarily I thought you were referring to big black dick. Go Muffy!!!!!!!!!!!! Do you ever go solo...?

Yeah, that's kind of what I was getting at... What is it you're enjoying. I know that's a loaded question, because there's a million things to enjoy about climbing.

I'm curious - when you're in the mountains, what do you do besides summit...? Do you ever go solo...?

Balance, dude. Drugs are fun, but...

So why did this goddam weight loss contest start six months AFTER I friggin' quit drinking and lost 10 pounds?

So what's going to make you "happy" 5 or 10 years down the line when you're crippled to the point that you CAN'T do mountaineering anymore, and you're not used to doing anything else? If you've fried your joints or tendons or cartilage to the point that you can't DO any more than a walk around Greenlake by the time you're 35, what are you going to do to kill time until you're 85?

Duh. That was transparent from your overtraining post. You sounded like a crack head. Why bother with the counselor, then, if you don't want to hear the advice? I know very little about him, but I don't think he has overtrained himself to the point of near hospitalization, or at least to where he has required months of physical therapy. He's just spent most of his life outdoors. Not abusing himself. I know a few people that are in their 60s and 70s that are active climbers and marathoners, but they listen to their bodies, and don't overdo it, and back off when they get tired or start to hurt. No pain, no gain? Bullshit. Pain means time for a break. And I don't just mean plain old soreness. So you're here to rally enablers to support you in your quest to ignore your counsellor?