Fantastic, Snap. And can I just say again that I love your signature line...
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Yes, life makes you old. He was just trying to get under my skin; he knows I'm 49. He doesn't realize I'm loving this age more than ever.Originally Posted by maillotpois
So, c'mon winddance, tell us about your dates so we can have some fun...
Fantastic, Snap. And can I just say again that I love your signature line...
Sarah
When it's easy, ride hard; when it's hard, ride easy.
2011 Volagi Liscio
2010 Pegoretti Love #3 "Manovelo"
2011 Mercian Vincitore Special
2003 Eddy Merckx Team SC - stolen
2001 Colnago Ovalmaster Stars and Stripes
I made brownies tonight for the fishlets. Brownies with chocolate chips in them hit a happy spot sometimes, ya know? Brownies with a big glass of milk = yum. And it won't pickle my liver.I need to try that lemon drop thing. Wait - I HAVE had one of those before - ooh now I remember - it was waaaayyyyy good!
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Elizabee (age 5) at the doctor's office: "I can smell sickness in here...I smell the germs"
Heading to bed...Talk to you in the morning ladies!
mmmmm brownies........
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Elizabee (age 5) at the doctor's office: "I can smell sickness in here...I smell the germs"
It's quiet here. Too quiet. Lise must be (1) on a date or (2) sleeping.
Sarah
When it's easy, ride hard; when it's hard, ride easy.
2011 Volagi Liscio
2010 Pegoretti Love #3 "Manovelo"
2011 Mercian Vincitore Special
2003 Eddy Merckx Team SC - stolen
2001 Colnago Ovalmaster Stars and Stripes
Ooh, brownies sound fabulous.
I just had a date where the guy talked about his job the entire time. Unfortunately, his job isn't remotely interesting. I know he appreciated the fact that I could speak computer, but anyone who orders my dinner without consulting me has to go. Even if they have cute hipster/nerd glasses.
I was told that if I want to meet a decent guy, I have to go on dates. What's up with that?
Hmmm, which to tell first, which to tell first, ok, the one that doesn't involve surgery:
I got a letter from Rosann Cash! Me! She wrote to me! And you can tell she even addressed the envelope herself. So here's what happened. I have loved her music since way back, since the Seven Year Itch album, which is probably 20+ years ago. After her dad (Johnny Cash) died, she made this amazing album called Black Cadillac. I got it sometime last winter, and fell in love with the song "I'll Be Watching You". It says what I feel about my dad, who died when I was 5. So I wrote her a good-old-fashioned fan letter. Pen and paper. Mentioned the time I saw her in concert and she was pregnant. Mailed it off. Today there's a little note card from Capitol Records in my mailbox, on which she wrote: Dear Lise, Thank you for your very kind note- I'm glad the record has been meaningful to you. Best, Rosann Cash P.S. That baby I was pregnant with will be a senior in H.S. this year! It is so cool that she wrote back to me!![]()
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Thing #2: I liked the podiatrist. Y'all may be disappointed to hear that she is a straight (I assume), married (by the rings), pregnant woman. And not my type at allBut she's also a triathlete and marathon runner, so she gets it. She was gentle, patient, thorough, and informative. Gave me options, was open to my questions, all in all a really good Dr/pt interaction. Early on, as she's looking at my feet, she said, "Where did you get this foot structure? This is crazy!" Me: "My parents?" Her: "It's a doozy!" We were laughing. Yeah, I've got a huge bunion on the inner L foot, a small bunion on the outer L, a really narrow heel and very wide fore-foot, a high arch, I pronate, but "luckily" my 4th toe is totally deformed, or I'd have more neuromas than I already do!
She broke it down for me: My forefoot is wide, it's worse because of the honking bunion on the L, so the nerves between the 2nd & 3rd metatarsal heads get pinched (ie: inflammed = neuroma) with any activity/shoe wearing, and the toes go numb.
Plan: She's making custom orthotics for me to wear in new running shoes (it's time for a new pair, anyway). I'm wearing the narrowest biking shoes on the market, as it turns out. I've had them for 3 years, so I'm going to LBS and buying some wider, mens' shoes, and putting in OTC orthotics (she recommended something like "superfeet"? I wrote it down somewhere). Then in January, I'm having surgery to correct the bunion. I'll be totally off my foot for 10 days, then no impact sports for 8 weeks. I told her I'm doing a 1/2 IM in August next year, and she said she thinks it can be done.
I'm proud of myself for finally acting like a grown up and getting help for this.Now, to get caught up on emails and the latest dirt here at TE.
Sleep tight, my friends. L.
Run like a dachshund! Ride like a superhero! Swim like a three-legged cat!
TE Bianchi Girls Rock
no such luck. Just composing my usual wordy, self-centered post on TD!Originally Posted by maillotpois
PS, I tried to PM you, but couldn't spell maillotpois to save my life, and for once, the helper thingy wasn't helping! I think I spelled it malliotpois. Nothing important, anyway!
winddance, yeah, welcome to TD! I went on a second date with a guy who LECTURED me about how America lost her bearings as a sovereign nation when we abandoned the gold standard for our currency. No irony. And he went on and on about it. He certainly is knowledgeable about the gold standard. There was no third date.
Sigh. I'm still sort of pining for photo guy.Haven't heard from Mr. P.
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Run like a dachshund! Ride like a superhero! Swim like a three-legged cat!
TE Bianchi Girls Rock
Winddance! You've been holding out on the dating stories on our rides! Tsk tsk!
Lise - how cool to get a note from Rosann Cash - that's great!
I bought a bunch of great new CDs the other day (first new music since my 14-year relationship went belly-up - isn't it strange how music and exes become so intertwined?) and I really like these new CDs - especially Norah Jones, the new Emmylou Harris/Mark Knopfler duet CD, some new Beth Orton, and Van Morrison - Magic Time (Van the Man!).
After an exceedingly long and irritating day at work, I'm enjoying listening to music, eating some leftovers, and drifting along!
Last edited by bikerz; 07-06-2006 at 10:18 PM.
Keep calm and carry on...
Bah! I just started this up again. So far, I still like my bike better.Originally Posted by bikerz
I also like Beth Orton. I think I'm going to go download me some.
Lise, your poot foot! Bunions are painful. So are bad dates. I think I'm going to have a new "drinks only" policy so I don't have to suffer through dinners. You are a far better person than I for giving Gold Standard Man even a second date!
Do you think it's possible that we dismiss people to early? Maybe work-guy and Gold Standard Man just needed time to lose the nerves. Or no?
Last edited by winddance; 07-06-2006 at 08:36 PM.
You want to hear a horror story? Our 22 year "adopted son" for the month hasn't seen "Zorro, the Gay Blade." What is wrong with his real parents?
We spent the evening coming up with more quotes for my silly games for next week's biz mtgs and he had never heard of Bunny Wigglesworth. I mean, really!![]()
Frends know gud humors when dey is hear it. ~ Da Crockydiles of ZZE.
So THAT'S what I'm doing wrong!Originally Posted by winddance
snap finds going out with her friends much more fun these days.....
Oh, man, I am in sad shape. I've never seen it, either!Originally Posted by SadieKate
Gold Standard Guy did not mention anything remotely political on the first date. The first date was pretty fun. We even looked at used bikes. Date #2 I could feel my eyes glazing over. Odd. I couldn't even tell if he was "left" or "right" wing, or just...peculiar!
Run like a dachshund! Ride like a superhero! Swim like a three-legged cat!
TE Bianchi Girls Rock
Everybody has their soapbox. Just be glad that you don't have to figure out how to pay for groceries in gold!![]()
Slumber party, SD??Originally Posted by snapdragen
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Time is a companion that goes with us on a journey. It reminds us to cherish each moment, because it will never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we have lived." Captain Jean Luc Picard