I know exactly what you mean M, A good full out long run with the dogs, which is about an hour and a half when I have them anymore, would take me a good three days to recover fully from. I'm not even kidding.
That's pretty awesome there Karen. I tried that, you know? But I was too tall, then I hit my head on the sidewalk, and that was it. I think that's real cool.
Wow! I think that's real neat. Seriously. I wonder how many people can say that. That's circus stuff right there Karen. I had the same experience with skateboarding, one second it was underneath my feet, the next it wasn't. I did rollerskating tho. Backwards too!
I used to go to the roller rink every Friday night. :) Never mastered going backwards though. Never been on a skateboard. It looks like it would be a lot of fun.......not now though. Senior citizens need to know their limits. :)
My limits are usually established the next day. When my body tells me I shouldn't have done that thing or that one. Thank you Karen for such nice memories. I wonder if people would better off sharing memories instead of opinions. )
As a child I used to sing along to popular musical soundtracks. I took it very seriously (I can't write this). I knew all the words and dramatic acting postures. Luckily I did this alone. I figured I would get laughed at and my passion crumpled by family ridicule.
That's the nicest story you've ever told me, My dear Ms L, and you have told me many. As I read it, I thought about the things from our childhoods that make us familiar to each other. The things that make us friendlier and known to each other, Before we learn about politics and money. I wonder why can we not talk like this all the time. Beautiful answer, dearest Lucia.
It is also very funny, ) I think that we can reach some kind of video trading agreement here. I'd definitely like to see that. Especially the dramatic posing.
This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at November 23, 2016 8:11 AM MST
Really, it is? Well there's plenty more if you want them, some of them I may have to tell you from behind a hand in frint if my face to save my acute embarrassment, But that's a beautiful thing to say, to me. Thank you.
Not for decades. You would be happy about it if you knew me when it was time for me to quit. I was not fun, nor pretty any more. But I was vain. When I was sober and really looked in the mirror, that did it finally.