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January Archives
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1-28-04 - Don't forget to read yesterday's stitch - I wrote it late last night!! Have you ever seen the video of Brian proposing to me? If not, you can click here to see me all flustery and speechless. And that *never* happens. We have a great of the day today. Sis Erin and Little Eet (Little Ethan) sent one in: -----Original
Message----- sesquipedalian -- the use of ridiculously long words. I myself am anti-sesquipedalian. Erin ******************************** So, in honor of sesquipedalians around the globe, I have another email volley for you: a lovely little back'n'forth between the boys: ******************************** -----Original
Message----- jack
ryans riders are at burrristol mt on thursday,all day park mountain
left for breaks and beers, i missed being with all of you good people
last time, : ( but it was, well worth it if you get my drift, yea
a girl nothing else would keep me from you guys, and no h i did
not meet her in the bar! post up 4 wed ski trip ******************************** -----Original
Message----- "jack
ryans riders are at burrristol mt on thursday,all day Brian ******************************** -----Original
Message----- "jack
ryans riders are at burrristol mt on thursday,all day Translation: T(beta)( n ) = Running time of beta Then, T(alpha)( n ) = c n^2 (by definition of alpha) But T(beta)( n ) = 3 T(alpha)( n/2 ) + d n = (3/4)(cn^2) + dn So if dn < (cn^2)/4 (i.e. d < cn/4) then beta is faster than alpha ******************************** -----Original
Message----- Does that mean Joe went skiing on Thursday? Brian ******************************** -----Original
Message----- I think it means "What did Brian do to Heather on Monday????" Was there some electrical disturbance last night entering Heather's brain? Tim *************************** From
Dictionary.com: I am surrounded by susquipedalians.
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1-27-04
- Knock, knock, knockin' I think I need me one of these: CLICK ME AND DROOL Seriously. How cool would it be to live in a castle? Over the weekend the Bri-guy and I went to a local ski shop, which is going out of business. We had no plans to spend any dough, but we heard through the grapevine that the goods were going for a light dollar, so in an attempt to convince me that winter is *not* BAD, Brian felt that some snowboarding gear might get me into the frozen spirit. I walked in a winter-hating grumpy snow-covered girl. I walked out, A totally rad 'boardin' chickadoo with hot snow gear, ready to tackle Everest. My guy Bri said, with his handsome toothy grin, "Heh, my girl spent more on her 'boardin' gear than she spent on her wedding gown." <grin> And his boys smiled in awe. It was a good day. (Have you ever seen the movie, "Finding Nemo?" Well, Brian *is* that cool turtle, riding the Australian Current. You know the one: "Dude, Mr. Turtle was my father.") Anyway, back to the ski store: I scored *very* well - errrrr - with a bit of coaxing. I bought a $400 snowboard AND bindings AND boots, all for $220. I wasn't going to spend that much, since I've never even tried it - but Brian smartly said, "If you hate it, you can turn around and sell it on eBay, and probably MAKE money." Good point. Color that gear sold. You should see my 'board. It's really pretty. (Can't you see the boys wincing as I said that?) I'll try to get some shots of it for you when we tackle the mountain. So, on Sunday, a bunch of us drove over to the Cummings Nature Center to do some cross country skiing. LOTS of falling down. LOTS of screaming. LOTS of achy muscles the day after. Whatta buncha lumps we are. However, I got some pictures of us, and we got to watch the silly deer trying to steal birdseed from the feeder. We were just a few feet away and I got some fabulous shots - Dad, check it out! I know you'll like these! ;-):
It's
snowing unbelievably F A T, W E T snowflakes tonight. And
Brian's telling me that this is GOOD, as he waxes up my board.
He's telling me that the wax will make my board go *sigh* - I'm already having second thoughts about being a cool 'boarding rebel chick. Maybe I'll sell the pretty snowboard and start saving my pennies for a pretty castle. :-) Today's
word, picked from my noggin: Even if you can't fit it into your conversation, it's very fun to sigh the word softly. It's a very "sigh-y" word, yeah? Peace, till next |
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1-22-04 - The THIGHS have it. Today's
word, from dictionary.com: Try to work it into your daily conversation, mmmm'kay? I have absolutely *no* self control. I eat sweets obsessively. If there's a platter full of brownies in the kitchen, I'm like a slaverin' Skyedog, hopin' for a plateful of hamburger helper. Anyway - back to the brownies: I will stand at the counter and eat them, one after the other, until my face turns chocolate-brown and I am ready to vomit. And even then I don't usually stop. But at least I come by this trait honestly. My mom and both of my sisters have this 'affliction' too. ***************************************** Me:
Hello? ****************************************** Yeah, I've been there: Spoonfuls of leftover frosting in the fridge, scoops of hot fudge, that bag of nearly-rock-hard marshmallows found in the back of the cupboard, half-bags of chocolate chips. (They're like little Hershey's kisses, right?) And wouldn't you know it? Do these sweets *ever* rest comfortably on my bustline? NO. Do they settle in nicely over my body, giving me girly curves? NO. They hike right down to my hips and set up camp. Right now I have an entire tent city of brownies living on my thighs. So here I am, preparing for the upcoming play, which takes place in the 1920s and I have to wear an ittybittyteenyweenylittle silver spangled bodysuit with fringe. Now, of course, I am THRILLED, because how often does one have the opportunity to wear such a FABULOUS outfit? (Before you say it, no, grocery shopping doesn't count!) Anyway - I really *do* love clothes that sparkle, glitter, rustle, fluff, or sway. So having the opportunity to wear such a costume is one I simply cannot let pass me by. But then I tried it on. And under the silvery spangles and all that delicious long-swaying fringe, those brownies reared their ugly heads and started waving at the world from my thighs. The marshmallows started hopping excitedly at my gutline. "We are HERE! We are HERE! We are HERE!" they screamed and pushed forward. <lumpitylumpitylumpity> And my bust - well, my bustline slinked shyly into the shadows, totally intimidated by the brownies and the marshmallows. Now, w ouldn't the logical solution be to simply refrain from eating the brownies and the marshmallows and the leftover frosting for a few weeks until the play is over? Or perhaps consider trying a daily workout routine? Heh. Nope. That's what CORSETS and GIRDLES and CONTROL TOP PANTY HOSE are for. <grin> So, ladies, YES! We can have our brownies and eat them too! And Wonderbra is my friend. Am I still excited about wearing silver glitter and fringe, despite the brownie problem? Hell, yes! And I shall return to my platter full of brownies, and I will sit there and slaver all day long, in chocolate euphoria. EUPHORIA Can't
you just taste the love? ;-) Peace, till next |
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1-21-04 - And the cold lingers So many people had fun with the word of the day (remember "mire?") that I decided offer you a new word each day, and you can try to work it into your daily conversations! Today's word: sycophant
\SIK-uh-fuhnt\, noun: Even if you can't fit it into daily conversation, it's one of those words that's simply fun to SAY. So if you can't fit it in, just walk around mumbling it. ;-) *********************************** Email Volley: Brian's latest gig is an interest in building bat houses. I have to admit - I like the idea because they eat all the mosquitoes, and our back yard is filled with them. He was telling his coworker Chelsey about his planned bat condos, and she emailed me about them. We went back and forth with a fun little email volley: -----Original
Message-----
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Message----- You
know, Brian told me of his idea, and I asked, "Have you lost
it - you know, bats in the belfry sort of thing?" ********************************************** Peace, till next |
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1-20-04 - Makin' progress, slowly but surely! Years ago, my sister Shannon married Gary. They eloped after the wedding plans got bigger and badder than they could deal with. Back then they were just young pups with rebellious ways and fleeting notions that the world was their oyster, and they would eventually get used to the fishy smell. Shannon had not yet developed into a young Martha Stewart with flawless party-planning skills. So the young whippersnappers skipped out on the perfect party-planning opportunity and runoft to Canada to enter into a life of marital bliss. They came home and announced: "Yeah, we got married this weekend and went on a mini honeymoon. We're married now, so nobody needs to plan a big wedding thing anymore." My family was cool, but Gary's family was far less than pleased. Fast forward to the following weekend when they come over for another visit. "Yeah, last weekend we actually lied about being married. We were GOING to get married, but we didn't get the marriage license in time, so we just went on a honeymoon instead. But we had to tell you all that we DID get married, otherwise you'd still be planning that big scary wedding thing. But we actually got married yesterday, so it's all cool now." A few weeks later we met Gary's family (who was still rather angry about the whole elopement) and Gary said, "Mom, meet Heather and Erin - you remember them from the wedding, right?" <his mom THWACKS him over the head> <Gary cackles> Since then, Shannon has been jonesing for a chance to throw a REAL wedding party. Unfortunately, Erin also eloped . . . and here I am - Hicksville Heather, planning a FABULOUS redneck pahhhhtee to end all pahhhhtees . . . Yesterday I emailed pictures of the wedding dress to Shannon, who emailed back: -----Original
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I have a suggestion...why don't you guys elope and we'll throw you a big bash when you get back? Then we could plan a helluva PARTY after you've come home from your honeymoon and then it wouldn't matter when everyone camps out in your yard for a week after. :) I hope you don't think I don't wanna be there, I DO!!!! But it might simplify things for you... But dammit, between you and Erin (and myself!), I will never get to plan my Martha-y wedding...too bad :( ***************** <Translation: PLEASEOHPLEASEPHPLEASEOHPLEASE LET ME PLAN THIS PARTY FOR YOU> So I email her back and say: Darlin', the job is YOURS. Find a way to take this event and give it some class. On the phone later: Shannon: So what do you have so far? Me: Umm, a dress, a date, a tent, three portapotties. . . I think if we can talk people into bringing over a couple of extra grills, we would have enough to cook a TON of dogs and burgers - So, what ideas do ya have to make it into a classy shindig? Shannon: <pause> Honey, I hate to break it to ya, but if it's a "Bring Your Own Grill" party, there ain't much I *can* do. Heh. ;-) But Shannybananny's got it goin' on. She saw the wedding gown and told me to ditch the kilts. From there, she determined that we would have a 1950's Beach Party wedding. Leave it to me, said she. And I shall. Beehive hairdos, and powder blue eyeshadow, here I come! WOOHOO! The boys are still skydiving into the ceremony, and Brian is printing up the "Save the Date" cards even as I type. He's got it goin' on too. . . Well, he DID have it goin' on till he got his car stuck in the driveway ditch this morning. . . But we'll discuss that another day. The topic will be: Men and their inability to commit to snowbrushing the back window before backing out the driveway, and the women who drive them insane complaining about it. ;-) Peace, till next |
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1-19-04 - Shiverin' me timbers! HAHAHA! So get this: I have SIX Daily Stitch readers! I received emails from six different people, so instead of having FOUR readers, I have reached a desirable SIX readership status! WOOHOO! My sincere apologies for a lack of updates. I've got several things working against me here. First, the temperatures are far below freezing up here in the nearly-great white north. And my computer room not only faces north, but also faces a big, open field where the north winds blasts in. So I try to spend as little time as possible in this room when it's this bitter. Second: We're full swing into community theatre, and I have to memorize lines. And that means that the usual four brain cells I utilize to write in my journal are now being utilized to memorize my lines. UPDATE: My Dad is feeling a ton better! (Thanks so much to all those who have emailed well wishes!) He felt good enough to go fishing the other day, and although he didn't catch anything, he got out and enjoyed some warm Florida sun. He called last night to let me know that he's purchased a little tape recorder and will be recording all the stories from his life. I can hardly wait! He's got some good ones! Wedding news: Brian and I are on a countdown to wedded bliss. Since we haven't heard back from "For Better or Worse," that means we actually have to do some planning. I guess weddings don't "just happen" on their own. It's going to be a totally nontraditional event, and our only goal is for everyone to HAVE FUN. So we're trying to steer clear of anything remotely fancy or formal. I don't think that will be a problem. Our wedding is in less than five months, and the ONLY thing we have worked out is the date. Heh. Deadlines amuse me. Brian wants to skydive into the wedding with all of his groomsmen. I want him to wear a kilt. See the problem? If you're coming, be sure to bring binoculars. Brian wants to get married in the back yard, but our backyard is filled with these few of my favorite things: *A
20-foot satellite dish (The Valiant is free to anyone who will come and drag it away. Tell your friends and family. Makes a great Christmas gift!) Safe parachute landings may be compromised with this type of an obstacle course. See my concerns? We live on a dead end 1.3 car-width cow path. Parking may be an issue, considering that the guest list is at about 300 - and growing. Our toilet overflows when we use one square more than the allotted four-square toilet paper rule allows. 300 guests might pose a serious plumbing problem. And *all* brides hope that their "something blue" can be a row of Blueboy Porta-potties, right? Instead of wedding cake, we're having a Twinkie sculpture. Yes, that's right. We're gonna buy 1000 Twinkies and sculpt them into something fancy. How's that for nontraditional? I thought I could carry a cast iron skillet down the aisle instead of a bouquet. But then I decided that I could carry a big ankle shackle tied to a stake to keep his skydiving body on the ground throughout the ceremony. ;-) I bought my wedding dress last night (on eBay, of course!). Our wedding is going to a big fun picnic and June is usually *really* warm, so I knew exactly what I wanted - it's has simply taken me this long to find the PERFECT one. As all seamstresses know - we never have time to make our OWN clothes, so I knew I would never get around to making a dress for myself. I was going for a vintage 1950s prom dress - you know the ones - fitted bodice to show off girly curves (not that I have any, but this style gown will fake it for me), fluffly tulle skirt billowing out into a lovely rich, frothy confection. *sigh*. So I found it. It's perfect. It should fit me to a tee without any alterations. It's white and silver and although some people may think it a bit tacky - I LOVE IT. Besides, I'm not known for being a prim and prop'r kinda gal anyway. And remember: my wedding pictures will have a row of porta-potties in the background, instead of a gazebo. And *anything* is better than being stuck wearing that black PVC Catwoman costume! <shudder> Peace, till next |
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1-14-04 - Make the cold go away My teeth hurt from chattering too much. Those who are watching the National weather forecasts have probably heard about our balmy blast of Arctic temperatures. Mmmmm-fun. Somebody please take me to Aruba. This FWD (I don't know who the author is, or I'd gladly credit him/her) was sent to me from friend and loyal Stitch reader, Bill: EXCERPTS
FROM A DOG'S DAILY DIARY: EXCERPTS
FROM A CAT'S DAILY DIARY: Brian went snowboarding with the boys the other day and during one of his "Rail Moments" he fell off and ripped open his shins. It's kinda gross and he says it hurts. And if Brian says it hurts, then it hurts enough for the *average* person to scream and cry. So I asked the boys: Why would anyone slide down those things anyway? I mean, we've all seen clips from "Jackass," right? We know what happens in the end. Answer: It makes great video. I guess they're right. After all, look at how many people shelled out $7 for a ticket to see "Jackass," and the dudes who filmed it are laughing all the way to the bank. Are the boys smarter than they let on? - ask to see their scars, then ask to see the video footage of how they got said scar and you be the judge. Personally, I wouldn't think it's worth the pain required - but then again, I'm not the one signing up for Survivor and Fear Factor. . . Peace, till next |
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1-10-04 - Go see BIG FISH In
my morning email box:
**************************************** So, Brian and I submitted our names to the tv show "For Better or Worse" after the urgings of a few family members. I looked into it, and it seems kinda fun! Here's how it works: The bride and groom pick a few of their friends to plan their wedding in ONE WEEK on a $5000 budget. The bride and groom don't have ANY say in the planning at all - and they HAVE to do whatever their team chooses for them. WOOT! We
had to fill out an application and answer a bunch of questions -
and one of the questions we each had to answer was: Then we both had to answer: Choose eight people to plan your wedding. Brian listed all of his boys. <ahem> Then he described the perfect wedding they would plan . . . Brian: Honey, can't you see it??? I already know what Geof will choose for your wedding attire! The black PVC liquid latex catwoman suit you got a few years ago! And I know he'll want you to wear those 6-inch heel stiletto lace up boots with it! YEAH! That'll be AWESOME! RIGHT ON! This will be the best wedding EVER!! As he is speaking, my brain is spewing out a horrific scenario: Here comes the bride, all dressed in black PVC. Since purchasing said catwoman costume a few years ago, my rear-end has expanded SEVERAL sizes. . . I imagine myself starting down the aisle, which would wind up being a rocky-gravelly-BUMPY runway at some rural skydiving airport, and I will naturally trip. (I have been known to trip over thick air, so it won't take much to send me sailing - especially in six-inch stillettos). And since I will need to use a crowbar to pack my fat bottom into the skin-tight catwoman costume, I will look like a giant black rubber sausage link. And even the micromillimeter thickness of my white granny underpants will mean the difference between wearing the costume - and going naked. and since I refuse to go naked, I'll be forced to wear <ahem> *nothing* underneath the catwoman costume. . . So I further imagine, that as I trip over the thick air, (and remember - I will not be able to bend my legs because I will be a walking sausage link) the backside of the catwoman costume will blast apart, giving everyone (including the camera man) a BLINDING view of my flabby, starch-white colored behind. Since I will not be able to bend any of my appendages, I will simply topple over, landing my chin on a big pile of gravel, ripping it open, while my ghost-white buttocks GLARE proudly, wobbling in the summer sun. Yes, that's a lovely thought. I
hope the boys pick lilies for my flowers, because they will at least
match my stark white ass. Peace, till next |
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1-09-04 - Hey, hey, we're the monkees Update: HUGE thank-yous to all those who emailed and sent well-wishes, thoughts, virtual hugs and prayers for my Dad. I'm happy to report that he was released from the hospital yesterday and is feeling somewhat better. Dad, you have a fan club! Keep feeling better! *********** I have two brothers-in-law: Patrick and Gary. They are married to my lovely sisters, Erin and Shannon. Patrick is REALLY smart and kind of quiet and soft spoken - very kind and always concerned about other people - he not-so-secretly longs to be DANGER BOY. Gary is our tell-it-like-it-is-matter-of-fact-yes-I-DID-crap-on-your-front-lawn-what're-ya-gonna-do-about-it guy. He's an avid sports enthusiast (watching, not playing), fisherman and music junkie. And although they are at opposite ends of the spectrum, they get along phenomenally well and we adore both of them equally. However, they've got this mild competitive streak goin' on. . . Toss skydiving, jeep sledding, kayaking, rock climbing monkeyboy Brian into the mix. . . Patrick: <quietly> Hey Man, is skydiving fun? We <pointing at himself and Gary> think we might wanna try it. Brian: <jazzed at the thought of more potential skydiving buddies> Dudes, RIGHT ON! SURE you can go skydiving! That rocks! Erin (Patrick's wife): Over my dead body. Shannon (Gary's wife): Whatever. I don't want to know about it. Gary: Hahahahaha! Dude! Your wife won't LET you go skydiving! HAHAHAHAHA! Patrick: Your wife didn't say YES. Besides - If I wanted to, I could go! Erin: <who doesn't even take her eyes of the tv to respond> No you couldn't. Gary: Hahahahahahahaha! . . . . However, that was about two years ago, and we gave Gary a gift certificate to do a skydive. He has not gone yet . . . Brian: Dude, you gonna go skydiving? Gary: Man, I'm so busy! I just can't find the time! Patrick: <making clucky chicken sounds> brawwwwwk, brawwwwwwk, brawk, brawk, brawwwwwwwk. . . subject change: I wanted to share a *very* cool email I received about trying new things: -----Original
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Your
soon-to-be-overseas-fan, ********************** Courtney, you ROCK! I'm sure I speak for a lot of the Stitch readers - you get yourself over there and enjoy it!! - drop us a line in a week or so and let us know how you're doing! :-) So, in honor of Courtney's leap across the pond and trying something new, I think Gary and Patrick should take the plunge and jump from an airplane soon. Would you all like to hear about THAT? <imagine the thousands of Daily Stitch readers nodding in unison> <Ok, more realistically - imagine the four Daily Stitch readers nodding their heads in unison> Play rehearsals are coming along splendidly. We open in a month. Oh! And I joined the local volunteer ambulance corps! I will write more about that later! I've got a big stack of things to do today, so forgive my short, scattered post. I'll make up for it next time! Peace, till next |
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1-5-04 - It's BACK. Update (Later today): Send my Dad some super-duper happy feel-better thoughts today if you can. My sister Erin just called to tell me that he has pneumonia and has been hospitalized. Dad, GET WELL SOON! I have a big box of books for you! Earlier journal entry: The snow came back last night. It snuck into western New York while we were sleeping. They (those evil weather forecasters) say it's supposed to keep coming all week. Lucky us. Did I ever tell you about my Rocky Mountain Horror Story? No? Well, pull up a chair and let me entertain you! If there's something I do well - it's making a fool of myself! ;-)
Well, it's allllll a lie. If you could zoom in, you'd see my face was all smudgey and muddy from crying. I was a total baby about the whole thing, and if it wasn't for Brian, I would have given up completely and never tried it again. The scoop: Brian and I drove to Colorado a few years back and decided to give rock climbing a try. (well, *I* decided to give it a try - he was already an expert climber). He hooked me up with all the right gear: harnesses and cool flippy hooks, windy ropes, a groovy tie-dye chalk bag and fancy hard-toe climbing shoes. I was lookin' cool, and I knew that anyone who looked THIS cool, could climb ANY mountain. I thunk to myself: Look out, Everest, here I come. Ha. Ha. Ha. It's a LOT harder than it looks. Brian climbed all the way to the top in about 14 nano-seconds - monkey-jumping the whole way, hooking twisty-locks into place and making sure all the ropes were going to hold me if I fell. The boy is an orangutan. He skittered around that rock like he was born there -his long spider legs a flailin' and hookin' into tiny little nooks and sticking to them like glue. (He is truly an artist when it comes to climbing.) So I watch from below, picking my fingernails casually, thinking, "Yeh, no prob, dude. I'm SO all over it. After all, I can climb trees, how hard could it be to climb a vertical rock?" Ha. Ha. Ha. I SUCK at rock climbing. I did NOT look cool. And what took Brian 14 nano-seconds took ME four hours. Me: <taking 20 minutes> <WHINE> I can't find any place to step!!! Brian: Honey, you're not even TRYING! Look to your left, right there, that little shelf - yeah, that's the one! Now reach across and stand up! Me: ARE YOU INSANE?????? That's like a hundred light years away and my stupid legs aren't long enough to reach that <muttering under breath> youcrazylongleggedmonkeyboy <HUFF, PUFF> <More whining> I CAN'T DO IT! Brian: Honey, you're not trying! Just TRY it! Me: <getting cranky> LISTEN, I CAN'T DO IT! LET ME DOWN! I look up at Brian's darling, smiley face, peering down from above me on this horrific rocky mountain HELL I am standing on. Brian: <grin> No. Me: <utter disbelief> What did you say? I said LET ME DOWN! Brian: <grin> No. Me: WHA????? WHY NOT??? Brian: <grin> You're not even trying, honey, and if I let you down, you will NEVER try rock climbing again. I want you to give it an honest try, because YOU CAN DO ANYTHING. Me: <staring, jaw open, blank-faced at this person - who I thought LOVED me - but I have suddenly realized - is actually trying to KILL me.> Brian: and I'm *NOT* trying to kill you! Just try it! Me:
<trying to figure out how to get out of this one, so I pull an
evil trick. I cry.> Crycrycry. . . whattidIeverdotodeservethisssssssssssss.
<sob> doyoureallyhatemethismmuch. . . . . <sob> Ijustwannagetdowwwwwwwn
. . . <sob> Brian <GRIN> You're not trying, and there's no crying in rock climbing. <GRIN> OK, so now I realize that he's not going to lower me down to safety. The only way out of this one is to climb to the top. And now, the only reason I am going to climb to the top is so I can kick Brian's GRINNING bleeping BUTT. Climb, sob, wipe away dirty smudged tears from my cheeks. Grab, leap, sway, tipoverohhhhhI'mgonnafallllll . . . nope, I'm not gonna fall. Cry some more. Beg some more. Swear some more. Swear revenge on Brian some more. scream out, in case he didn't notice: "LOOK, BRIAN, I'M TRYING!!! ARE YA HAPPY??? I'LL PROBABLY DIE!!!!!" <mutter obscenities under breath> Brian: You're doing GREAT! Look at you go! Look, honey! You're CLIMBING!!! Me: SHUT UP! I have to concentrate and get to the top of this STUPID ROCK because you don't care if I LIVE OR DIE you just want me to KEEP TRYING! <slight note of sarcasm on those last two words> <scramble, stop to catch my breath. I feel like my heart is going to explode in my chest. My legs are shaking. My arms are shaking. I think to myself: "I'm going to fall and nobody cares if I die because Brian wants to kill me and I'm NOT a cool rock climber and I'm not a cool ANYTHING and now I will never get to BE a cool anything because I am going to fall off this stupid mountain and crack my skull open and die, bleeding, while the buzzards carry off bits of my rotting flesh and I hate the world and if I fall and Brian leaves me here to rot I will never forgive him and why does he hate me so much to make me climb such a scary place and why didn't he think about THAT before he made me start up this scary evil horrific person-killing rock he is SO mean I can't believe how mean he is for making me climb this stupi----- And the next thing I realize, I am at the top, and Brian is hugging me and I'm not dead. Since then I've actually bought a pair of rock climbing shoes, a harness and my very own tie-dye chalk bag. I've even been to the climbing gym a few times, climbed the wall at Geof's cabin, and have readily agreed to building a climbing wall in our backyard, AND one in Brian's office! And truth be told, I'm really glad he made me try. Because he was right - if he had lowered me down, I never would have tried it again. So your job for this week is to try something new - something difficult, but worthwhile - something you normally wouldn't have tried but have always *wanted* to try - and REALLY try. There are few things in life that give you an incredible feeling of accomplishment - you can do one today if you want, but Brian's right. You've at least gotta try. ;-) Peace, till next |
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1-2-04 - Promises, promises! Hi, everyone! I hope you're all enjoying a fabulous New Year - 2004 is going to be a great one. I can feel it already! - Give me a few days to catch up on the homefront - we're still doing a bit of holiday celebrating and will be entertaining guests until the end of the weekend. Once the dust settles and I've finished picking tinsel and confetti out of my hair, I'll get back into my routine and will provide lots of silly stories for you. :-) Peace, till next |
