Dear neighbors:
Could you have sexytime on a less squeaky piece of furniture? I really don't care what you do. I just don't want to know that you're doing it.
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Dear neighbors:
Could you have sexytime on a less squeaky piece of furniture? I really don't care what you do. I just don't want to know that you're doing it.
ROFL. I know exactly how you feel... My first appt had very, very thin walls and you knew exactly what your neighbors were up to.Quote:
Originally Posted by Owlie
Good luck!
reminds me of an unforgettable night we had in a motel in Phoenix. Early to bed, we were most surprised to clearly hear the couple next door come home around 1am and then proceed to squeak, thump, ETC for HOURS and HOURS...Quote:
Originally Posted by Owlie
We about went nuts. The funny part was, we let another cyclist share our room with us and at first she thought it was us.. We all laid there snickering for a long time...
OH man, going a bit more off topic. When my DD was looking at colleges we spent a weekend in the Pearl District in Portland I kept hearing this awkward noise during the night - my imagination going wild and hoping she wouldn't wake up. In the morning I discovered it was the pigeons outside our window - I was laughing so hard, took my mind right out of the gutter
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Originally Posted by Biciclista
my Dad's GF is as least 5 years older than he is (she won't say) She is very sweet but quite blind and frail. Her daughter is my challenge as my father enjoys his evening cocktail and she has an absolute fit about her mother drinking. Both dad and the gf have dementia so telling him not to fix her a cocktail is a waste of time. I figure it is the only pleasure he has left and who am I to judge, the daughter "says" she understands but I avoid her whenever I see her at the assisted living as I don't need the lecture. She belongs to a religion that believes alcohol is a sin...
As he has aged, his filter is really going, one of his favorite sayings is "can't get it up, can't get it out" Way TMI for me
Quote:
Originally Posted by Biciclista
Sorry Crankin. I didn't intend any snark or to belittle behavior plans and support. Just putting it out there that tantrums (and other behaviors) can be exhausting even in the best of circumstances.
Dear internets,
Thank you for making the Gaerne G.Emma mtb shoe available to US shoppers. I love you.
:cue angels singing:
http://www.magazinuldebiciclete.ro/f...23/1-1-jpg.jpg
wow, that's quite the shoe! too bad it's white
Of course the men's colors are amazing-- electric blue, fire red. It really burns my biscuit. But I'll be using this on the road for my bike tour so with any luck they'll stay white-ish ;)
to whom it may concern.
Women actually do like colors other than pink and white.
SHEESSSHHH
I'm going to color in the pink part with a sharpie. Something more awesome ;)
Don't anyone fall off their bikes today, but I actually sat on my trainer for 40 minutes! Who knows, maybe I'll come back from the dark side of tennis and ride my bike a bit more this year?:eek:
I rode 21 miles today. In February. Geez, the grass is still green in some places.
Dear self-
Get back in the pool already.
Me
Dear Self,
Give me strength to get through tonight's dinner with "the crazy friend." I know, as a mental health professional, this is an awful thing to say, but I shouldn't feel like I am at work on social occasions. Well, I call this my charity work. At least the food will be great!
But did you actually pedal? :DQuote:
Originally Posted by spokewench
Crankin,
I rode today too, and I was surprised to see green grass in places. And robins.
Dear woodchuck:
You nearly made me fall off my bike. Also, staring at me was not going to make me go away. I wasn't planning on sticking around anyway. (PS: Tell your relatives to stop eating my parents' tomatoes.)
Dear adorable little gray kitten:
The middle of the bike trail is not a good place for you. Hopefully you have a home. If not, I hope you find one. Stay safe, little guy.
Dear Owlie,Quote:
Originally Posted by Owlie
That's weird. There's a very distinct geographical boundary between where they're called "woodchucks" and where they're called "groundhogs," but I seriously thought all of Ohio was squarely in "groundhog" territory. Whoa. I learned something today, but I'm not sure what it is. :p
Dear Self,
Go to bed and quit worrying so much. Also get on your bike tomorrow. It's nice outside.
So go to bed so you can ride your bike tomorrow.
Dear self,
Quit eating the bad stuff and get back on track. Two months is a long time to be on someone's program, but being satisfied with the results thus far is no reason to stop. You're only a third of the way to your goal weight.
Solution: send me the bad stuff!Quote:
Originally Posted by Reesha
WORD!! I miss the days when you couldn't tell a women's shoe from a men's shoe except for the size. My solution is to ride with my shoes in all kinds of crap until the white and baby blue have turned some kind of icky unidentifiable color that looks nowhere near feminine. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Biciclista
Hey, alexis? You have a really cool blog. I like :)
+1
Interesting observation on the juicing color mixing.
Roxy
After having his toes actually *burned* by wearing black shoes on a 90+ degree ride my hubby would kill to be able to get some white shoes.... (he'd probably even wear pink ones)Quote:
Originally Posted by Biciclista
Dear brain:
Stop hurting. There is more math to learn.
three words, keene biking sandals.
My almost all year around biking shoes unless it is pouring down rain, then I wear shimano hard toes. I ride all summer in 90 + temps and have never had hot toes. Plus they are not pink or white.
marni
I wanted a pair so badly (I rode in my regular Keens before I went clipless), but as it turns out a I need a stiff sole, and these are apparently quite flexible. :(Quote:
Originally Posted by marni
Thanks, lph and Roxy! Always nice to know someone likes reading my scribblings. :D Roxy, the juicing thing is visually fascinating. I suspect that I juice partly to be entertained by the results of tossing random produce into the juicer, one of these days, I'm tossing a chili in there to see what happens. :p
if you are in a juicing chili mood, mix a bit of smoked ancho or poblano (New Mexican style chili) in with mango and a touch of pineapple. Nom nom.
marni
Oh man does that sound good!
Ooh. I've developed a fondness for dried mangoes covered in chili powder. This is unfortunate, because I can't find them up here! (DBF acts as my mule. It's terrible.)Quote:
Originally Posted by marni
Dear Client,
I will not apologize for the bill I sent you. Updating and making changes to your website is not a mere matter of clicking some magic button. Believe it or not, it actually requires some real work. This is not a charity or a hobby, this is my business--the very one I use to provide food and shelter for my family. So eat your snarky little email and get my check in the mail.
Peace,
Limewave
Dear me,
Never agree to do anymore barters. Someone always gets a better deal, and usually it's the other guy. There are these funny green paper things with pictures of old men that you can get, and use almost anywhere. Get some of those instead.
My DH can be a know-it-all whoopidy-doo sometimes, but he did tell me to never, ever barter. And that is one thing I have NOT regretted :)Quote:
Originally Posted by redrhodie
Dear 11 Year Old Student,Quote:
Originally Posted by Veronica
I am so proud of how you have turned yourself around since this meeting. I really thought it was going to be a waste of my time and nothing was going to change. I am THRILLED that I was wrong. Your attitude has been so much better, and you have taken responsibility for your self and your learning. You have become exactly the kind of student I knew you could be.
I'll admit, how you perch in your chair still drives me nuts :D. But it's a small price to pay to see you smiling, happy and eager to learn.
Your very happy teacher
:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Veronica
Dear prof--
I'm trying to answer your questions. I really am. But I cannot find a third characteristic. I've searched 4 or 5 papers--far more than I should need to for an UNGRADED project--and I cannot find anything. Unless you mean that the fact that the two characteristics that I've already come up with leave obvious marks is in itself a characteristic. :confused:
Dear Cat,
While cleaning up fabric, I realized you had peed all over it. I had wondered why you were pawing around the past couple of days but didn't think much of it.
Out of curiosity since you do this by bed and have a pile of cycling clothes I checked them and that it was indeed a litter box.
Why did you do this? DH is ready to toss you out into the cold because of it.
What's up buddy? You okay?
At least I know why my bedroom smells funny now and my house. Eww.
Are my cycling clothes ruined and will washing them get rid of the urine? I'm heading to Lincoln tomorrow so if there's something via Petsmart or Petco let me know.
The Mom
You could try an enzyme cleaner. They have stuff like that at Petco/Petsmart. I'd dump it on full strength. Let it sit for a bit. Then wash.Quote:
Originally Posted by Bethany1
We did the enzyme cleaner stuff on bike clothes and everything else when (the late) Tiger T. Cat made it necessary. I think he was letting me know that using piles on the floor as an organizational strategy had gotten out of hand. It really did encourage me to keep the place picked up after that.
Got everything cleaned up. Hopefully he starts doing better. It doesn't appear to be a UTI as of now.
Dear Public School,
I am tired of you asking for money for everything. Last week my kids came home saying they needed money for their sheet music and lunch for some college thing the day before this trip. This ended up costing me 35 dollars total.
A couple of weeks before I had to buy sheet music for a Disney theme choir show for your stupid fundraiser that charged 20 dollars a ticket. I don't have 40 dollars for my DH and I to give away.
My son came home needing money for nice restaurants (15+ dollars) for the honor choir trip for lunch and dinner for two two separate days that same week. What happened to McD's? While I'm glad the choir made 1st, I'm broke.
What happened to a sheet of paper that I need to sign and give money before my kids go on a trip a week or more before? That's how it worked when I was a kid.
Dear Loud-Mouthed Old Lady,
Call me whatever you want, but I meant it when I said "Geez lady, Shut up because no one cares" after you kept harassing the assistant manager while I making my purchase.
From,
the Lady Who Said What Everyone Else Wanted to Say
I just made sure to get out of the parking lot ASAP because I knew she'd be crazy enough to ram into my car or follow me around town. She did follow me out yelling something I couldn't make out but I was in the car before she could do anything.
My DD said the manager's jaw dropped and he about fell over in laughter as she tried not to die of embarrassment right behind me.
I get customer service and retail, but no manager should have to deal with crazy customers like this.
Dear Nature's Miracle Cat Cleaner,
This stuff is awesome. My house smells so much better.
From,
Able To Breathe Now