Sherri

Toes are hot, so hot. I wanna watch you run in them.

Remember when the teachers would threaten, "This is going on your permanent record !" Like it was the Book of Life or something? In 5th grade I got caught passing a naughty note to a boy(it was a phase); when the teacher confiscated it, I imagined it to be sitting in a folder somewhere for all to see throughout my school years. From then on, I never wanted my mom to come to any school meetings or functions, for fear she'd see it in my "permanent record." Turns out, it never did end up there, but the embarrasment of thinking it was there scared the crap out of me. Ivan, you now have the power. Use it for good. Edited to add: BTW, the boy to whom I gave the note--years later, HE ended up in prison. Talk about a permanent "record."

Those hammerhead studs! I had no idea. But I did know that male seahorses can get pregnant. Must be something in the water, because there's sure some strange goings-on down there. Next thing you know, the sea horses will be wanting gay marraige. Where does it end?

But I thought you WERE Jesus???

Don't get me started on her sauerkraut w/dumplings. That was premium, for sure.

She was also a proponent of making big batches "sun tea" now that I think of it. She had a thing for stewing stuff in big jars for days on end, then feeding it to the kids. Sorry, off topic.

My Grammar's pickled eggs gave me indigestion.

I missed that one. So many trolls, so little time...

Yes, that would explain the sudden urge I got to light up a smoke and talk to Jesus online.

Actually, I think you were hearing the voices from MY head. Sorry, I'll try to keep down the noise.

Not if you're coming to Canada. She's done it!!! Scofflaw! Don't try to get between me and my peanut butter. (that didn't sound quite right, did it?)

"You mean we could have just walked to the top?!" Spoken by a nervous friend after her first climb, when she realized there was a walk-off.

I ate a pita chip once.

Microwaved cheeto's?

The key is to be as prepared as possible, so that you leave little to chance as far as your food choices go. I never hit the road without packing along a PBJ sandwich, fruit, nuts, and a thermos of tea. For overniters, whether it be a road trip or a flight, I pack my cooler or suitcase with huge homemade salads and a frozen container of homemade lentils or chili(assuming there's a microwave somewhere at the other end of the trip.) I'm probably a bit more obsessive about this than necessary, but the trade-off is that I never get that greasy, sickening fast-food hangover when I travel. Also saves a lot of money and the time that would be spent searching for edibles en route or at my destination, when I'm tired and just want to settle in with a good dinner.

It's too late MisterE. We already found out who Superman really is. Game over for us masquerading mortals.

I think your points are right on the money. Perhaps they go toward explaining why climbing--as opposed to other sports like, say, curling or playing softball--is more likely to become a lifestyle for those who do it? For instance, I've never heard of a basketball player becoming a dirtbag. If he/she lived in a van in order to be free to shoot hoops anywhere, anytime, it's hard to imagine that other players would consider that a step up in life. At a busy crag in Red Rocks recently, when everyone was asking where folks were from, my partner answered that he was "from nowhere," living out of his car and climbing wherever he could. I swear, the whole crag let out this simultaneous, envious sigh when he said that. In their eyes, he was neither "homeless" nor "unemployed"-- he was "living the dream." And yes, I was jealous of him, too.

Wasn't that Superman's gig??

Me, too!

I can't believe no one has replied to my post. Everbodiez, look at my post! It's awesome. Hold your horses, cowboy. They're bizzy reading other expostulations.

Mmmmmm, danish.

This is from Hamlet, of course, but I think the whole paragraph is germane to this topic's elucidation of the finer points of spray.(And, no, smarty, I didn't use the thesaurus for that.) "This business is well ended. My liege, and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is time, Were nothing but to waste night, day and time. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief: your noble son is mad: Mad call I it; for, to define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad? But let that go."

"Brevity is the soul of wit." Shakespeare would have been a good sprayer.

Intercourse, PA? Doesn't get much worse than that. Sounds like a quote from an underground episode of Little House on the Prairie.

I only used the thesaurus that ONE time. Busted.