Sherri

Sounds like something you'd catch from a toilet seat in a public restroom.

As the saying goes, "Dogs leave pawprints on our hearts..." (...and on our dinner tables, couches, beds, clothes, cars.... )

What a beauty!!! I LOVE old dogs. Their eyes have stories to tell. Their bodies slow down but their presence remains powerful, and just when you think they've crossed into "old age", something suddenly stirs in them that brings out a playful, carefree puppy spirit again. If you are lucky enough to glimpse them frolicking in that fleeting, fragile moment, you feel yourself smiling from the inside out.

*snif* give him anything he wants. I'll pay i am just about ready to get a dog. i haven't had one since i was 16 and my family dog ( a boxer named Lady) died. He could use a sugar-momma. Sounds like you're ready for another "smoochie face" of your own. Isn't it amazing how much of an impression they leave on us? So true, the saying: "Dogs leave paw prints on our hearts."

With good climbers.

I'm a sucker for a good mug, too. Those chocolate-chip eyes melt me every time. (This is my owner, Clancy.)

Patroller Supply, the folks on the link above who are selling the "new" Rocker(virtually the same as the old one except being manufactured in Czech. now and sold under the "Singing Rock" label) are super-helpful if you want to call them for more info on this device and its alternatives. I spoke with Steve, co-owner of the site, who has both the Yates and the Singing Rock versions of the Rocker and is familiar with their applications in solo-TRing, SAR, and as well as their usefulness in other EMS fields. Great resource for inquiring minds!

Aside from the nastiness of riding alongside that hwy construction, the persistent wind in Squamish has always factored in to my reserverations of road biking there. Kinda sucks the fun of out it for me. I'd second the suggestion for taking the mountain bike, instead. Pick up a copy of MacClane's "Squamish Trail Guide" at Valhalla--excellent beta for piecing together a good ride or trail run in the area.

Rocker being sold under new name/mfgr.

Well shoot, all this time I thought they was called "Chicken-scum." Live and learn. No matter. Mostly hippies and lesbians living out there these days, anyway. sickie sounds like fun more fun than where i live i live in a frighteningly wealthy part of eugene (this means i am surrounded by former californians) my kids have long hair and all the other kids around are totaly clean cut. my kids play D&D and the other kids play football. i live here but i don't really belong here. i scare the other mothers. Heh, heh. Way to keep them on their toes.

Well shoot, all this time I thought they was called "Chicken-scum." Live and learn. No matter. Mostly hippies and lesbians living out there these days, anyway. sickie The lesbians are closer to Port Townsend, it gets more conservative the more south you go from PT. You get to go climbing at Chimacum Rock too! I know of six living on just that one road. I think there's been a migration, and it's not looking very conservative. The neighborhood boasts an intriguing mix of yurts, trophy houses, and meth labs. Chimacum Rock got closed off to climbing before I could ever try it out(land dispute with owner, as I understood it.) Would have been nice to have another local crag.

Well shoot, all this time I thought they was called "Chicken-scum." Live and learn. No matter. Mostly hippies and lesbians living out there these days, anyway. sickie

I've got a couple hours to kill this afternoon while my rig is being serviced in Bremerton, so I'll be at the Vertical World from about noon til 4pm today. I know it's a shame to waste such a nice day inside pulling plastic, but it's better than reading oily issues of Ladies Home Journal in the waiting room. If there are any other desperados out there wanting swap belays, feel free to drop by. Surprise me!

Ditto!

i am trying to figure out how i can get a swim suite disolving hot tub at my house Invite the right person over and you won't have the expense of a new hot tub. True, true! I believe that alcohol possesses substantial swimsuit-dissolving properties, as well. No hot tub necessary.

That's a fun route. Thanks for the bee beta.

Oh no! Evil hot tub. Wild that it could suck the color right out of your suit. So, did it turn the other people in the tub blue?

It's their loss, bro. Don't take it to heart. The alpine world just wasn't ready for "Starbuzz".

loser.

I've eaten kangaroo(in Australia.) A bit on the chewy, gamey side, mate. My granddad used to take my brothers deer hunting(again with the brothers getting to do all the fun stuff!). The meat would get ground into "hamburger" and I hated it(not sure if it was the thought or the taste--I just could not enjoy it.) My mom would have to show me one of those styrofoam trays from store-bought meat to convince me that the deerburger was hamburger. Eventually I caught on to this ruse--"mom, why is the styrofoam always so clean if meat just came off it??" She had been hiding the same tray in the cupboard to show me each time. Duh. No wonder I don't miss meat now. That was too weird.

Amen, brother. (And thanks. You're a sweetie! )

I can go, I can go!

Exactly.

Muscularity and sexual orientation are two different things. Or should be. And I don't think Martina is a top. But she is an amazing athlete, if that was your point.