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RudyB;1194174 wrote: don't honestly know where i'd put a dude in my life at the moment! i'd need three more closets!Knowledge of what is possible is the beginning of happiness.
George Santayana
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just got my own bac!
Well, I found something that helped. Since I am stuck inside today while it pours down (nope, not a fit day for man nor beast!), I've just been sitting around and watching tv and reading stuff online. Blah! So I pulled out my rebounder (mini trampoline) that I dragged back over from the ex's yesterday, put on some fun, high energy electronic music, and had myself a little bounce session. You just can't be blah when you're bouncing! :H
That's another item that I was either going to donate or try to sell (it's one of the better quality, more expensive rebounders) that I think I will just try and have to find a place for now!
What a great friend to clean your bathroom for ya, Roo! That's one thing to be happy about! Taking a few hours though? How long's it been since it's been cleaned? :H
I hope you feel better tomorrow. :lBetter Living Through Chemistry
Switched at 180mgs of Baclofen on 1/31/11, and again on 10/8/11 at 200mgs.
Could've been a swan on a glassy lake, could've been a gull in a clipper's wake. Could've been a ladybug on a windchime, but she was born a dragonfly.
~Clutch
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just got my own bac!
Hey Is, if you want to sell your rebounder, let me know, I want to try one but don't want to spend the money on the expensive ones because I'm afraid it won't work for me - I'm a Klutz with a capital K (clutz I know, but this is serious so its a K). Also its part of a nickname I had in childhood or was it adulthood? Always breaking bones and tendons and stuff so I fear having a foot fall through the edges of the rebounder and hobbling me for months on crutches/surgeries -which is not possible in my life right now. Is it ever? Last time I was on crutches for 3 months if you include the original injury and the subsequent surgery. I lived in a multilevel house alone with steps down from the driveway/garage and I had to travel for business but couldn't carry a purse/laptop nor drag a wheelie on crutches. I had airport crises and intense depression because no one but another person in my shoes or a handicapped person could understand. Feel renewed respect for those with inability to walk or do other things all the time. In fact, in terror over foot/knee/hip pains right now, thinking I may have to do something about that too.
Thanks for the testing info Red, I'm pretty sure I have ADD as do my siblings.
Anways,
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yo, pete! i just discovered another winter sport for you! you could get a five year old and play horse and airplane rides. that'll keep you buff and tough! there's all manner of arrangements that you can make, directions to travel, bounces and jumps. for example, lying on your back with those 40 pounds on the soles of your feet, you can gently lift your legs up and overhead, the child all-the-while keeping his balance by going from seated to prone. with him/her having reached to within inches from the floor, there above your head, hold for several seconds. then, slowly back up till your legs are perpendicular to the floor again. pause for a rest. then, legs down to the floor the usual way, slowly, slowly, child shifting in same fashion as before. when people marvel at my legs in all those short skirts and stockings that i wear in the winter, i'll proudly tell them that i get them that way by playing with my son. this sport is excellent for those extra-cold and -windy days. experience with yoga and trapeze is helpful, but not necessary.
snowboarding, by the way, is so much easier than skiing, pete. (which for you might take some of the fun out of it. (would it?)) it has to be. either that or i'm a much better athlete now than i was in my teens. probably the latter, yeah. i tell ya, years of skiing in vermont never had me going down black diamonds. on the other hand, on my 7th time down the mountain on that single board, i was doing double blacks! wha's with that?!
several times while trotting and flinging about with g this evening, i thought to myself, jeez, it's a right good think i am not drunk! once i almost blurted it right out loud! (figure i'll hold off on that conversation for a few years.) there was a window to fall out, a couple of sharp corners, many muscles being asked to be tricky, hard heads in close proximity. (oh yeah, and the kid can do a backbend over your feet, and swoop down just far enough to give you a kiss on the lips. smack!)
ale still doesn't call. went to the grocery store and forgot they even sold it. this after a roller-coaster day and a sudden twang of hunger unaccompanied by appetite that occurred just as i was passing the beer part, i now recollect. drink is as unappealing as is also now -finally- the not-gay ex-bf (who i'm beginning to suspect is gay, afterall - oh the psyche can dig deep and bury stuff! it's like a crow crossed with a mole.) yeah, we're still friendly, though we speak less and less often. i find him rather boring, and rather disappointing (though i don't care enough anymore to call it that), even as just a friend. i invited him to dinner, but by the time he stopped thrilling himself with fixing cars, it was too late for him to come over. i cared about that about as much as i cared about getting a buzz from ale. which is so refreshing!
almost forgot, my son has his mother's abs! which in turn reminds me, i've gotten those pictures, finally. and i'll post one now if i can figure out how (and if i do, brunn, i'll tell you what i did, step by step). but i realize that 'six pack' is the wrong term. i think 'washboard' fits better. sixers are for boys.
be right back, with luck.
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here goes...
https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=d8d1044ca6&view=att&th=1331a65bb6a9cc76&a ttid=0.1.1&disp=inline&zw
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just got my own bac!
ok, well that's one way. (can you get into my email from that? doubt it. hope not.) lemme try another...
oh well, no can do, not yours truly, anyway. but if someone can tell me how, please do. and definitely tell me if someone can sneak into my mail because that is really a secret back door. thanks!
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What are you asking me about deleting? All I see is the gmail login address. I'm thinking you tried to post pics of your amazing abs. Did you? I'm trying to hide out a little right now. Or at least I'm not visiting the forum much, which I guess works since nobody writes anything in the last day or two. It's my 36th birthday today Ru. I'm not sure what to say about it. I just got off the phone with my father. I haven't heard from him in a long time. I guess his conscious is bothering him. Or something.
I'm glad when I popped in, I saw you were here, with or without your amazing abs. Which I know exist (you don't have to post pics). Love you! :l
EDIT: I guess you said in the Yo Pete statement, that you were posting pics of your abs. Sorry Ru. I'm sorry it didn't work. I have no advice on how to make it happen. I'm as computer illiterite as you are.This Princess Saved Herself
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just got my own bac!
hiya red! and a big happy birthday to you! strange about your father, huh? they're weird. whenever mine calls i feel like he's mostly trying to see how my brother is, or he's wanting an update on my divorce. (he's really concerned that my ex is going to go after his money. alcohol killed his reason. but he may also want to see how i am doing, just a tad; he's not frozen through.*)
so red, did you click on that link? cause when i do, it goes right to a full-page spread of my white freakin' belly! the light is too bright so you don't get the full effect that shadows would bring, but you get the idea. (not that you needed it.) i'd be bewildered if i could do it but not you. that would FRY my luddite mind!
did you make a funky cake for yourself yesterday? whadja do? whadja do?
*i cannot tell a lie, but sometimes i do temporarily for dramatic effect. i know my father loves me and wants more than just to keep his purse strings taut. i can hear it in his voice.
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Um, I misspelled illiterate in my last post to you. How funny is that? I knew there was something wrong with it! :H:H So, you're going down even more, huh? All you folks are going down, when I'm still going up. Oh, well. I owe the folks that have written something in the last day or two an apology. I haven't been here much, and I can see some very interesting things have been written. Like the depression thread by Windy and other threads that have been started. I'm sorry if that statement offended anyone. I didn't mean it to be dismissive.
No cake Ru. I worked yesterday, but only 8 hours. I didn't leave myself time to try to bake a gluten free cake. My kids and nanny did enjoy a double chocolate fudge something cake. They loved it. We then dined on some delicious Thai food, which I could enjoy. We all loved that. Thanks for sharing about your Dad. I know mine, deep down loves me too, but my wicked stepmother puts a wedge between us. She doesn't want him to have a relationship with Bud Bud or myself. He spent a lot of time asking about me why Bud Bud wouldn't talk to him. Bud Bud's had it. We thought at first, he was p*ssy whipped. She is quite a bit younger than he is, and she was a looker when they got married. Now it's been many years, and I'm not sure why he still allows her to control him. It's strange and very sad. He has to call me when he's away from the house. I guess it's hard to hide your love for your kids. I'm doing so well, and he could hear it in my voice. He called late and I was able to have a coherent conversation with him. This is priceless.
Anyhoo, take care. Are you going to try to post pics of your washboard again?This Princess Saved Herself
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just got my own bac!
heya buddie red!
my mom's dad remarried the same woman that your dad remarried! fancy that! do these men know thier wife is cheating? (actually, my grandfather died long ago, as did that wicked step mother, whom i have to thank for the fact that i barely knew grampy after eight years old.)
i told murph that i was planning to go down to 120 already, after having been at 140 for only a few days. he discouraged that, and told me that on the french site they say go down 10 every week. so i shouldn't rush it. and now that i know that, i wonder why i felt i needed to, as the se's are gone!!!
whooop whoooP!
i want to take less baclofen, that's all. i am a little concerned about what hdb might be doing to our minds; there's no long-term studies that i know of that give us a glimpse. we can only go by the bac veterans' experiences and mental developments, and i don't know much about that, so it's a big mystery, which is a little scary.
illiterate! ha ha ha! i didn't even notice. but it reminds me of when loOp pointed out that i had misspelled hypocrate, yet i am fastidious with grammar and syntax. now I must point out that i've never, ever claimed to be a good speller. you frequently see evidence that i am not (but i don't see the evidence, i just know it to be true -my mother points it out all the time).
well, i'm off to get the lad. i hope he's okay. his dad was horribly awful in front of him this morning, and i left a clutching, sobbing innocent who will only be five in seven days. the narcicisst (i'm sure i spelled that wrong!) got a good email from me on that one!
wish me luck, folks! the ride might be about to get bumpy. but i'll handle it with grace: i've got my sea legs and i'm not drunk!
whoop whooP!
ok, nenes, adios!
rudy
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