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Ya know it sounds all peaches and cream but the more I think about this proposition the more I'm convinced that each of our relationships brings its own life lessons in its own proper time ...  and unless you share a similar base of experience with your partner the relationship becomes more like babysitting than dating. I can't imagine myself, at my age, spending my time with twentysomethings ... I would have no patience for it .. them ... lol

So would I want to be young and possess the knowledge/life experience that I have now?  No, I don't think I would .. lol... although I would call a re-do on my forties in a heartbeat

theres something to be said for this. i was invited to a party last year. someone i know in her late 40s was newly single and reaching out to finding new love so she invited as many lesbians as she could find from a variety of her activities. the only problem here was they were all in their 20s or early 30s. i couldnt wait to leave really. it was boring. all the drinking all the drunken fool loudness that goes with that, and blaring music. blech.

 

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If you could, would you go back to a younger age ... and yes, you can know what you know now .....  (I'm not talking about going back to obtain material wealth, but to navigate your personal relationships with knowledge only experience provides.)
 

I'll put up my own answer to that question later today .....

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Ya know it sounds all peaches and cream but the more I think about this proposition the more I'm convinced that each of our relationships brings its own life lessons in its own proper time ...  and unless you share a similar base of experience with your partner the relationship becomes more like babysitting than dating. I can't imagine myself, at my age, spending my time with twentysomethings ... I would have no patience for it .. them ... lol

So would I want to be young and possess the knowledge/life experience that I have now?  No, I don't think I would .. lol... although I would call a re-do on my forties in a heartbeat

 

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Weeeeeeeeeeell, how do you know that 20 year old wasn't granted the same wish?? Hunh? Hunh??  

 

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Yes Yes Happy Birthday. I have LMAO Owl with you and your precious dog. Well needed when one is crushed with work. Gator

 

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thank ye very much ....

So what other signs do we have on the board here ??

 

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I am the sign of aging. And, about those twentysomethngs................my rule is to not to spend a huge amount of time on anyone I could have given birth to. Gator

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Happy Belated Birthday! The colors and the trails have me all wigged out again, but I know it must be Nesea, cuz Owlies is past.

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No, it's not! It's on the horizon, a mere ten months ahead!

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Warning .. color trails approaching...

Sooooooo, you're a pisces huh (owl?) ... the g/f is a pisces .. 2/22 

 Happy, Happy days ahead. And good to see you here so regularly. <BD

I'll "second that emotion." Unless it's possible to third it... I'm feeling expansive today. Must be the rain. (So much for letting the ... ahem... back yard dry out.)

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it's a nice place to chat .. thanks for having me

as a footnote, is was my first banana seat bicycle, those long handlebars like the motorcycle and a useless horn flying down a big hill and crashing into a beautiful purple flowery row of shrubbery and a cinder block wall that warned the family of my severe bee allergies. Banana seat memories...

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Egad! That's a hellish combination! Needless to say, I'm glad you survived. 

Heh. I remember when my brother was little, Dad got him a speedometer for his bike. My brother was so intent on watching his increasing speed, he failed to notice the parked car, and plowed right into it. That was probably mohawk haircut number six or seven. Seemed like every time the head wounds would heal up, and hair could start growing back in (over the stitches) he'd go and do it again. Was the same with me, really, but in my case it was the scab on my knee. Oh, and I didn't run right into parked cars ... or moving ones. I just got thrown off my bicycle, or got a TINY pebble stuck in the (roller skate wheel) skateboard -- you know the first generation ones that were red, and had those persnickety wheels that'd lock up if so much as a coarse hair crossed their paths ...

(see the red skateboard, third from the left):



That was my "ride of choice" back in the day, only mine was more maroon.  I used to zip all over town on that thing ... there's (still) a very tall overpass on the ASU campus that was always particularly challenging --- it was okay coming back down at the high rate of speed, but you had to have your balance just right to make it through the section of steps.

Come to think of it, I'm glad I survived, too! LOL.

 

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We used to make our own skateboards using a pair of the old metal skates that were so popular back in the day. We'd pull apart the two half of the skates and put them on any half decent piece of board we could find  .. lol .. not such a smooth ride but it was fun!

 

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Happy Belated Birthday! The colors and the trails have me all wigged out again, but I know it must be Nesea, cuz Owlies is past.

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No, it's not! It's on the horizon, a mere ten months ahead!

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 Happy, Happy days ahead. And good to see you here so regularly. <BD

I'll "second that emotion." Unless it's possible to third it... I'm feeling expansive today. Must be the rain. (So much for letting the ... ahem... back yard dry out.)

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as a footnote, is was my first banana seat bicycle, those long handlebars like the motorcycle and a useless horn flying down a big hill and crashing into a beautiful purple flowery row of shrubbery and a cinder block wall that warned the family of my severe bee allergies. Banana seat memories...

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Egad! That's a hellish combination! Needless to say, I'm glad you survived. 

Heh. I remember when my brother was little, Dad got him a speedometer for his bike. My brother was so intent on watching his increasing speed, he failed to notice the parked car, and plowed right into it. That was probably mohawk haircut number six or seven. Seemed like every time the head wounds would heal up, and hair could start growing back in (over the stitches) he'd go and do it again. Was the same with me, really, but in my case it was the scab on my knee. Oh, and I didn't run right into parked cars ... or moving ones. I just got thrown off my bicycle, or got a TINY pebble stuck in the (roller skate wheel) skateboard -- you know the first generation ones that were red, and had those persnickety wheels that'd lock up if so much as a coarse hair crossed their paths ...

(see the red skateboard, third from the left):



That was my "ride of choice" back in the day, only mine was more maroon.  I used to zip all over town on that thing ... there's (still) a very tall overpass on the ASU campus that was always particularly challenging --- it was okay coming back down at the high rate of speed, but you had to have your balance just right to make it through the section of steps.

Come to think of it, I'm glad I survived, too! LOL.

 

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Yes Yes Happy Birthday. I have LMAO Owl with you and your precious dog. Well needed when one is crushed with work. Gator

 

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 thank ye very much ....

So what other signs do we have on the board here ?? 

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LOL! And you're HOW old, again?? ah ... well..  ahem .... fifty ....ah ..... two ..... last Tuesday actually ... but it's just a number  .. and I refuse to buy into a middle age mindset .. (hence that whole Pink stalking...lol ..ok, so it might be considered cradle robbing in certain societies .. but I remain undeterred)

ahh a fire sign! happy birthday! and pink aint that young...is she? lol

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yes .. a fire sign .. most definitely.  Pink is at or nearing 30 I think ... and a very fine 30 it is .. although I found my 40's to be a far more exciting, liberating time. Which leads me to pose this question to you all ....

If you could, would you go back to a younger age ... and yes, you can know what you know now .....  (I'm not talking about going back to obtain material wealth, but to navigate your personal relationships with knowledge only experience provides.)
 

I'll put up my own answer to that question later today .....

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Nightowlhoot3 wrote:

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LOL! And you're HOW old, again??    ah ... well..  ahem .... fifty ....ah ..... two ..... last Tuesday actually ...

What??? You had a birthday, and DIDN'T TELL US???
Well... HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!

                                   

Yikes ... sorry to hear about your accident .. didn't mean to dig unpleasant memories.


Oh! It's not all that bad a memory. I mean it's in the PAST, ya know? I sometimes things like that happen to us to remind us how cool it is to NOT be experiencing them. I mean ... sheesh. I cannot IMAGINE what would happen if I were in that shape right now! Yikes! So it's a "good" thing, actually. ;)

That's just bad luck with the bikes being stolen.


Naw, that was just bad neighbors ... until their crack house three blocks away was busted. They stole it just for the metal, I'm sure.  

Sometimes stolen bikes get found .. and having an identifier hidden on the bike makes it easier to prove its yours.  A little trick I've learned to do is put your name, address and phone number on a small piece of paper and slide it into the seat post ... just in case.

So? Since I'd gotten them to try to get over some fears about bicycling, I sort of rethought it for a while. Then one day I was in a thrift store, and there was this old NO speed brake-with-your-pedals bicycle  like the kind I learned to ride on, and I bought it. Nice WIDE PADDED seat, even. And? I got a basket, and a ringer bell, and a rear view mirror and reflectors ... pretty much everything but streamers for the handle bars. LOL. And more locks, of course. But THIS time, I decided to keep it in the back yard, and it's a lot more difficult to just whip out and take for a spin. Then there was this problem with the tires, like .. they wouldn't hold air, and I rode with a pump on the back, but that seemed a little silly after a while, and then? I dunno. I think I missed the speed, but I was sort of AFRAID of the speed, and then suddenly found myself without insurance, and sort of ... eh? Lost interest finally, I guess. So? It's been out there "in waiting" since then. I suppose I ought to just go ahead and get rid of IT TOO, but ... a part of me still hopes one day to ride it again. Not so sure now that I've got the dog ... he would NOT be happy with me if I took off on a bicycle ride without him, since his previous owner ALWAYS took him along on the bicycle rides ... it gets tricky, if you let it. :) So? Thems my rides. :)  woohoo ... a fixie! Fixed gear bikes are fun and everybody should have at least one .. lol .... now if you had a banana seat on that beast I bet you would be the envy of the neighborhood. 


Eh? Banana seats are after "my time" -- too nouveau for me. ;)

yep .... bikes are one of the most beautiful ways to get anywhere or nowhere ...

 

Yeah, I confess I DO miss it, sometimes. But if you're afraid, then that sorta kills the buzz, and I suspect I might be, at this point.  

 

                             

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thank you very much for the birthday wishes ... 

 

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you know? Today? Not so much so. I could take a shower then, too! AND, I could actually run a LITTLE hot water or a LOT of COLD water in there. Now? Not so much so. The light fixture in the bathroom was in good shape and worked fine. But? It was one of the MANY things that "just broke." So? Have to get a new one of THOSE.

crap. mebbe its time to cut the losses and give him the boot. it seems like hes costing you far more than hes saving you.

I need to stop venting. :)

im thinking you prolly need to vent more! i know id be all over the venting thing in that situation

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See, this is where I stop venting as well. Some will twist venting into silly ranting and redefine it as an outburst of hormones and all sorts of things. This is where I would ask the status of his contractors license and maybe start putting some flyers out at local laundry places and bodegas. No Mas Jeremy! If that doesn't work to his psyche, pull his hair. But really, that sitting in your fort, private place, all hangoutish with Mom is really just creepy now.  And for criminy sakes do not stop picture taking. Or seeming to do so.

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she asked me yesterday, do you think its weird that she hasnt called? uh nope not weird and dont be holding the breath waiting for that call either. 

omg... Well? THAT'S one I've managed to escape THUS FAR <knock wood> I sure can feel Mary's pain, though ... how at once frustrating, infuriating, and embarrassing that must have been! My (fully understanding) sympathies to Mary, in spades!

oh i think its all of those things. her dogs have been dealbreakers in many of her past relationships they way that a parent might dismiss a date that didnt have kid loving potential. if the dog dont get no love the
date gets shown the door. lol. she has a button on her fridge with one of those cute quotes that pretty much says just that.

As for the "needs to be better trained" part: All this slip and slide puddle leaping fun was AFTER he'd slipped through the open gate in the back yard, and taken off like a bullet down the alley. First, just a little ways -- close enough for him to see and HEAR me tell him to get back into the back yard, but he DIDN'T -- instead, he was off like a shot. The plumber jumped in his truck in the front, and drove around and blocked Buck's egress from the other end of the alley, and hearded him back up the alley (creating in me more than a little anxiety, since Buck was running FULL STEAM right in front of him and the truck was WAY too close to stop, if Buck had happened to have fallen down -- I'd say they were both going between 20-30 mph.) 

see now im sure buck has some other doggy genes mixed in with that lab blood. labs are usually chicken s*ht when it comes to straying too far from mama.

These explosive tirades from my mom always end with her bellowing at the top of her lungs "I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT ANY MORE!" In, for instance, the case of the salad dressing, THAT one began with "DO you ALWAYS have to know EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW???" after which I said into the drive-through intercom: "I think we need a minute."  At some point, prior to my departure, I finally resigned myself to just saying over and over again: "Quit screaming at me." 

that sounds positively dreadful. im tellin ya you have the patience of a saint. id prolly be saying fine take all the time you need and go and get it when youve decided. course that would be mean and all but really? there are only so many cheeks one can turn. would it help to somewhat limit her choices or would that set her off too? when my kids were of tantrum ages i found it easier to say would you like the italian or the ranch dressing. this worked with all but one. that one would, without fail, pick something else.  i dunno, maybe avoiding those things that require a lot of processing and giving a choice between a or b might help her. i have to do this with my daughter sometimes. give her a complicated lunch menu and youd be waiting on dinner rather than lunch before she made a decision.  those drive thrus tho have a big design flaw. the ones that are close enough to read are right there at the microphone and they dont give you much time to think about it.



And remember how mincing I am about water usage ANYWAY, you know? I estimate he's probably just let 300-500 gallons flow all over the yard ... which MIGHT have even been sort of OK, except that of course it DIDN'T go "ALL over the yard" but just stayed where basically I'm not encouraging anything to grow, and the now tremendously soaked earth right there UNDER the raised platforms which have long been there have given way, and sunk WAY into the ground, and when he steps on the askew platform, I hear a loud CRACK, and see the corner upon which he's standing suddenly drop a good foot, so I'm not exactly THRILLED at that point ANYWAY, and I keep doing mental "ohms" and reminding myself that spikes of blood pressure are not good for me, expecially when their starting place is at 8 on a scale of 1-10.

oh...my...god


MEANWHILE, NO finished wall in the bathroom, and NOW, I not only can't bathe in there, I can't even use the TOILET. (OR wash the dishes, or anything else.) 

ya cant live there without a toilet. thats impossible.

And? FIVE hours later, after hes's Been up on the ROOF with that hose running (literally) full blast shoving water down the VENTS, which he's determined are the reason nothing's going down the sewer line, he tells me he'll call Rescue Rooter in the morning, says: "I TRIED!" and giggles that obnoxious little giggle I've so come to loathe and fear.

if he keeps this up those walls will be falling down before he finishes. jesus.


Well, he WAS hesitant at first, but once he was in, he took to it like a lab to water. And it was at THAT point, as I was watching him jump in and out with gleeful abandon, I realized I'd created a monster, and that I would never again be able to run a bath with the bathroom door even slightly ajar. The dog I had before the last one (dobie-lab mix) was crazy about bodies of water. Once, I had to leave town and left her in the care of a friend who took her to her parent's home for a visit. When they went into the back yard, Jas IMMEDIATELY ran over and jumped into their swimming pool.

oh yeah dogs love pools. those kiddie pool things might be fun for him and maybe get him tired out and give you a break,

Yup. I swear, this guy is THE ANTI-PLUMBER! I don't do a lot of wall demolition, but honestly, any fool can think of putting the plug in the bathtub BEFORE filling that tub with chunks of PLASTER which once comprised the wall into which the bathtub faucets go.

thats what he did? omg.

And now, she's got it in her head that I'm "picking on" Jeremy any chance I get (her words) "just like you do with Buck"

i think shes projecting here.

you know? Today? Not so much so. I could take a shower then, too! AND, I could actually run a LITTLE hot water or a LOT of COLD water in there. Now? Not so much so. The light fixture in the bathroom was in good shape and worked fine. But? It was one of the MANY things that "just broke." So? Have to get a new one of THOSE.

crap. mebbe its time to cut the losses and give him the boot. it seems like hes costing you far more than hes saving you.

I need to stop venting. :)

im thinking you prolly need to vent more! i know id be all over the venting thing in that situation

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nesea wrote:

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LOL! And you're HOW old, again??    ah ... well..  ahem .... fifty ....ah ..... two ..... last Tuesday actually ...

What??? You had a birthday, and DIDN'T TELL US???
Well... HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!

                                   

Yikes ... sorry to hear about your accident .. didn't mean to dig unpleasant memories.


Oh! It's not all that bad a memory. I mean it's in the PAST, ya know? I sometimes things like that happen to us to remind us how cool it is to NOT be experiencing them. I mean ... sheesh. I cannot IMAGINE what would happen if I were in that shape right now! Yikes! So it's a "good" thing, actually. ;)

That's just bad luck with the bikes being stolen.


Naw, that was just bad neighbors ... until their crack house three blocks away was busted. They stole it just for the metal, I'm sure.  

Sometimes stolen bikes get found .. and having an identifier hidden on the bike makes it easier to prove its yours.  A little trick I've learned to do is put your name, address and phone number on a small piece of paper and slide it into the seat post ... just in case.

So? Since I'd gotten them to try to get over some fears about bicycling, I sort of rethought it for a while. Then one day I was in a thrift store, and there was this old NO speed brake-with-your-pedals bicycle  like the kind I learned to ride on, and I bought it. Nice WIDE PADDED seat, even. And? I got a basket, and a ringer bell, and a rear view mirror and reflectors ... pretty much everything but streamers for the handle bars. LOL. And more locks, of course. But THIS time, I decided to keep it in the back yard, and it's a lot more difficult to just whip out and take for a spin. Then there was this problem with the tires, like .. they wouldn't hold air, and I rode with a pump on the back, but that seemed a little silly after a while, and then? I dunno. I think I missed the speed, but I was sort of AFRAID of the speed, and then suddenly found myself without insurance, and sort of ... eh? Lost interest finally, I guess. So? It's been out there "in waiting" since then. I suppose I ought to just go ahead and get rid of IT TOO, but ... a part of me still hopes one day to ride it again. Not so sure now that I've got the dog ... he would NOT be happy with me if I took off on a bicycle ride without him, since his previous owner ALWAYS took him along on the bicycle rides ... it gets tricky, if you let it. :) So? Thems my rides. :)  woohoo ... a fixie! Fixed gear bikes are fun and everybody should have at least one .. lol .... now if you had a banana seat on that beast I bet you would be the envy of the neighborhood. 


Eh? Banana seats are after "my time" -- too nouveau for me. ;)

yep .... bikes are one of the most beautiful ways to get anywhere or nowhere ...

 

Yeah, I confess I DO miss it, sometimes. But if you're afraid, then that sorta kills the buzz, and I suspect I might be, at this point.  

 

                             

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nesea wrote:

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Oh, I actually DO know how to do it. The replumbing of the house, though, is just something I wasn't up to tackling. First of all, the crawl space in the attic (where the plumbing is) is very small -- like MAYBE three or four feet high in the highest space, and I wasn't keen on shimmying up there, frankly. And frankly, I'm a little dubious about me and a blow torch in that small a space. So? I didn't. Big mistake, in retrospect, but there it is.

As for the main sewer line? I know exactly what to do THERE, too: CALL RESCUE ROOTER, hook up an extension cord for them, move the bikes that are beside the clean out drain, and write the check. Meanwhile THEY have the expensive snaking equipment with the 50' plus line, and get to do all the "dirty work."

I ALSO know that chunks of plaster in the bathtub drain,  AND COPIOUS CIGARETTE BUTTS in the TOILET aren't good for a main line, and it's POSSIBLE the combination MIGHT create stoppage.

DUH!

But ... I'm in my "other" place now, (in my head, at least) and none of that exists; only a pervasive feeling of wellness and goodwill. :)

 

Or maybe it's just some sort of intoxication from the fumes from my ENTIRE BOTTLE OF PINESOL he dumped in the bathroom in my absence, coupled with the wafts of raw sewage with which he's graced my private OUTSIDE space which has me in "some other place" right now. 

Pinesol and Poop: The Disney Outhouse 

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lol .. well nevermind then. I don't blame you for not wanting to try the blowtorch in a tight place  ... matter of fact I try to avoid high intensity flaming devices in any type of  space. 

 

Not to be intrusive .. but this is like the third or fourth time you've mentioned bikes and I was wondering what your ride of choice is. I have two .. a trek 2000 wsd and a carbon/steel lemond. See pics below ... hopefully (the specialized is the g/f's)

 

Anyways ... we were riding regularly with a club out of a local bike shop and doing 33 - 36 mile loops 2 or 3 times a week, depending on weather and schedules .. then .. In Sept. 07' I hurt my back pretty bad. That knocked me off the bike and they've been porch sittin since.  

I'm lucky in that I have a trainer hooked up in a spare bedroom and I've been putting in some miles on that, trying to find my legs again.  But man~o~man .... once we pass a certain age it's tough to reclaim our fitness.  I'm hesitant to try riding with the club again b/c they did away with the women's only ride and when it's co-ed the guys can't just ride a reasonable pace .. they have to make it competitive .. balls to the wall kinda riding ... which, even if I was capable .. doesn't interest me. Not that the girls coast .. it's usually 14-16 mph pace .. but that blows up with men setting the pace.

So what's your ride?

 

 

 

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LOL! And you're HOW old, again??

My rides ... I've had so many... Can't remember them all, but the bicycles that are out there right now are a Steyr three speed I've had since ... hold your breath ... the 60's, and rode through the 80's ... keep saying ONE day I'll restore it, but ... <shrug> Then there are three that aren't for me, but for a friend and her two young kids. Thing is, the kids have both outgrown them, and now, they're going to the Boys and Girls club the next pickup. They WERE going this time, but I was afraid to set them out on the street for pickup, and I had to take my Mom someplace that day, so ... next time.

Then there's my "grandma" bike.

See ... I rode a bike ... almost exclusively for about five years or so, and then, circa 2001 everything in my life just sorta imploded. One of the many things that happened in really, a relatively short period of time was my bicycle wreck. Wasn't pretty, and I ended up with about four broken bones -- collar bone, arm, shoulder ...

So after that, when I was sorta healed (and I'm never gonna be FULLY healed) I got another bike, which was promptly stolen off my front porch where it was hidden, but not apparently well enough. So? I bought ANOTHER bike, and two really HEAVY DUTY locks and chains. Had THAT one about TWO weeks before it too was stolen.

So? Since I'd gotten them to try to get over some fears about bicycling, I sort of rethought it for a while. Then one day I was in a thrift store, and there was this old NO speed brake-with-your-pedals bicycle like the kind I learned to ride on, and I bought it. Nice WIDE PADDED seat, even. And? I got a basket, and a ringer bell, and a rear view mirror and reflectors ... pretty much everything but streamers for the handle bars. LOL. And more locks, of course. But THIS time, I decided to keep it in the back yard, and it's a lot more difficult to just whip out and take for a spin. Then there was this problem with the tires, like .. they wouldn't hold air, and I rode with a pump on the back, but that seemed a little silly after a while, and then? I dunno. I think I missed the speed, but I was sort of AFRAID of the speed, and then suddenly found myself without insurance, and sort of ... eh? Lost interest finally, I guess. So? It's been out there "in waiting" since then. I suppose I ought to just go ahead and get rid of IT TOO, but ... a part of me still hopes one day to ride it again. Not so sure now that I've got the dog ... he would NOT be happy with me if I took off on a bicycle ride without him, since his previous owner ALWAYS took him along on the bicycle rides ... it gets tricky, if you let it. :) So? Thems my rides. :)  

 

nesea wrote:

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here ... read this and you'll probably be able to fix it yourself  ..

then you may want to take the bold step and lend it to your plumber guy in the interest of helping out his next victim .......

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Oh, I actually DO know how to do it. The replumbing of the house, though, is just something I wasn't up to tackling. First of all, the crawl space in the attic (where the plumbing is) is very small -- like MAYBE three or four feet high in the highest space, and I wasn't keen on shimmying up there, frankly. And frankly, I'm a little dubious about me and a blow torch in that small a space. So? I didn't. Big mistake, in retrospect, but there it is.

As for the main sewer line? I know exactly what to do THERE, too: CALL RESCUE ROOTER, hook up an extension cord for them, move the bikes that are beside the clean out drain, and write the check. Meanwhile THEY have the expensive snaking equipment with the 50' plus line, and get to do all the "dirty work."

I ALSO know that chunks of plaster in the bathtub drain,  AND COPIOUS CIGARETTE BUTTS in the TOILET aren't good for a main line, and it's POSSIBLE the combination MIGHT create stoppage.

DUH!

But ... I'm in my "other" place now, (in my head, at least) and none of that exists; only a pervasive feeling of wellness and goodwill. :)

 

Or maybe it's just some sort of intoxication from the fumes from my ENTIRE BOTTLE OF PINESOL he dumped in the bathroom in my absence, coupled with the wafts of raw sewage with which he's graced my private OUTSIDE space which has me in "some other place" right now. 

Pinesol and Poop: The Disney Outhouse 

-- Edited by Nightowlhoot3 on Friday 10th of April 2009 11:40:37 AM

here ... read this and you'll probably be able to fix it yourself  ..

then you may want to take the bold step and lend it to your plumber guy in the interest of helping out his next victim .......

Psych Lit wrote:

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Poor lil guy just looks like a Sunday morning save me ad on PBS. For 3 cents a day you too can save the life of an Arizonan muddied mixed breed male. Monthly updates, pics and tax deduction forms will be provided upon request.

omg. now that made me laugh. 

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So, we should probably dispose of the ones which look more like this:


Until AFTER the checks start pouring in?

"Look into the eyes of pain and--oh, wait..."



Maybe the expression "Happy as a PIG in mud" is due for an update...

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-- Edited by Nightowlhoot3 on Friday 10th of April 2009 06:58:57 AM

Nightowlhoot3 wrote:

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Why, yes, as a matter of fact I DID mop the kitchen floor less than four hours ago, and yes, the plumber IS here. THIS is the CLEAN water that WAS in the back yard. Now, however, it's ... ahem.... the main sewer line is now stopped up. 'nuff said.

oh dear god. i think mebbe buck needs to become an attack dog and 86 the plumber.  see the face below. buck agrees



The plumber decided it would be a good idea to fill the bathtub and then let the water run into the overflow drain. Presumably for pressure, or something. I don't ask any more, to be honest. Inasmuch as Buck decided to DASH into the house shortly after this picture was taken (because SOMEONE left the door open) I thought it a good idea to coax him into the (already full with clean water) bathtub to get some of the mud off. 

I mean ... SOUNDS like a good idea, doesn't it?

But? Ole BUCK was in his "wired" mood.

Took a little bit of coaxing to get him to step into the tub (with me already standing in it) but once he did, WELL! NEW GAME!

JUMP out of the tub --- RUN into the livingroom, shake, then RUN back to the tub, and LEAP in. And repeat. And repeat. And repeat.


WHEEEEEE!
I need an adult beverage ...

my friend mary wants me to share her naughty lab story with you. i told her about buck and the bringing stuff outside and she roared and so she wanted me to tell you this for reasons of commiseration. last week she had invited a woman home for dinner and the hot tub. the woman arrives and shes overdressed or dressed to impress as they say so mary offers her a robe and the woman changes leaving her clothes in the upstairs bedroom and they share a nice dinner and then get in the hot tub to share a bottle of wine. later that night the woman showers and goes to get dressed only....her clothes are missing...oh and so are her shoes.  so the two of them are prowling around barefoot outside in the muck with a flashlight looking for her clothes and sure enough there they are all chewed up in the back yard. her vickies undies, her expensive shoes, her blouse, even her stockings all in tatters. since there is a size difference borrowing will not do. mary is tiny.  so the woman puts on as many of the tattered clothes as she can, one shoe still missing and storms off.  mary of course feels horrible. everyone tells her the dog needs to be better trained, yanno? but shes a softy where the dog is concerned and the dog is...uh...exhuberant.  so she goes out the next day and shells out mega bucks for gift cards and mails them to the woman who has yet to respond.  she asked me yesterday, do you think its weird that she hasnt called? uh nope not weird and dont be holding the breath waiting for that call either. 

but back to buck and da mud. the bright side is that apparently hes not afraid of the water or the bath. this, believe it or not, is good news. ive never had a dog who would willingly submit to the bath ordeal. jump in the water outside? yep, a river in january? yep. the expensive dog groomer? yep.  the bathtub? nope.

a wise woman once told me never wash the floor on a mud day. and yours is an artificially created mud day but mud just the same. she also said never clean the house before the guests come only when they leave which has nothing to do with this but i liked that advice. hell i like any advice that puts off cleaning.

i have two ways of dealing with pet muck. when its really wet or  muddy outside i put up the kid gate so the only place the dog can go is the kitchen or the cellar. that sort of limits the mess at least until the mud or the mutt dries. the second thing was an investment in one of those swiffer wet jets. i bow to the swiffer goddess daily. this floor washing thing becomes a 10 second job. if you dont already have one consider it. theres always big coupons out there for it and it cuts way back on this cleaning nonsense.

and of course, after a day like yours im thinking more than one adult beverage is in order! is the sewage still backed up?

 

Psych Lit wrote:

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Anonymous wrote:

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Buried deep within the feel good jibber jabber is a bone chilling statement:

"Not everyone in the yoga community is comfortable with this."

Absolutely blood curdling.

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hmm there is a case to be made for that statement. animals cant object yanno? they cant say no, i dont wanna do yoga today mama, im tired. they are sort of at the mercy of their owners.  not a problem for most dogs im sure but some may object to being thrown over a shoulder or having their doggy jowls massaged. animal rights people and some ethicists have made some strong arguments for how humans should or should not interact with the animal world.

 

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 And again: At what point do I get to say: "Buck, I'M tired"?





Why, yes, as a matter of fact I DID mop the kitchen floor less than four hours ago, and yes, the plumber IS here. THIS is the CLEAN water that WAS in the back yard. Now, however, it's ... ahem.... the main sewer line is now stopped up. 'nuff said.




The plumber decided it would be a good idea to fill the bathtub and then let the water run into the overflow drain. Presumably for pressure, or something. I don't ask any more, to be honest. Inasmuch as Buck decided to DASH into the house shortly after this picture was taken (because SOMEONE left the door open) I thought it a good idea to coax him into the (already full with clean water) bathtub to get some of the mud off. 

I mean ... SOUNDS like a good idea, doesn't it?

But? Ole BUCK was in his "wired" mood.

Took a little bit of coaxing to get him to step into the tub (with me already standing in it) but once he did, WELL! NEW GAME!

JUMP out of the tub --- RUN into the livingroom, shake, then RUN back to the tub, and LEAP in. And repeat. And repeat. And repeat.


WHEEEEEE!
I need an adult beverage ...

-- Edited by Nightowlhoot3 on Thursday 9th of April 2009 07:26:33 PM

nesea wrote:

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Psych Lit wrote:

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nesea wrote:

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Psych Lit wrote:

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lol ... This pup looked content ... the rest seemed to have an "omgwtf" look in their expressive doggie eyes.

or maybe I just imagined it there .....

 

nope i thought the same thing only wondered if it was the intrusion of the photographer producing that look.

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I'm no doggie psychologist .. but I would say that the photograhper is the least of his worries today. 

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The caption here (for the dog) should be "Can you effing buh-leeeeeeeeeive this?

 

nesea wrote:

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Psych Lit wrote:

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Physical Culture

Bonding With Their Downward-Facing Humans

Michael Nagle for The New York Times

Doga combines massage and meditation with gentle stretching for dogs and their owners. 

Multimedia

Slide Show

Dog Meditation

Stuart Isett for The New York Times





lol ... This pup looked content ... the rest seemed to have an "omgwtf" look in their expressive doggie eyes.

or maybe I just imagined it there .....

 

nope i thought the same thing only wondered if it was the intrusion of the photographer producing that look.

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Buried deep within the feel good jibber jabber is a bone chilling statement:

"Not everyone in the yoga community is comfortable with this."

Absolutely blood curdling.

Hmmm. We seem to have a veracity issue here.

I just had a long conversation with Buck, and he adamantly denies placing any such request. He wonders if perhaps you misunderstood him when he was instead asking if he could sniff your behind. I'm just passing on HIS reply.