Very well. Deserved.
New pogo. Thought you might enjoy
Crop cutting and packaging machine, kinda on the small side actually, http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=f76_1406964291
38 Rest of my life Sally was talking about her struggles to do regular exercise, and I told her about you being my witness and how it has been so fricking helpful for me. So I offered to be her witness. I don't know if she will take me up on the offer, but still. We had a great time yesterday. Spent a loooooong time at the sculpture park. It was NOT what I was expecting -- it was 50 times better. It is a huge stand of trees in the middle of a residential area, with trails running every which way. There are installations of pieces tucked away in the most amazing places. Sally is a visual artist, and having her perspective on the pieces made a fun stroll into an educational one. Hurricane Ridge -- we could see the range of mountains east of Vancouver. Incredibly clear day! It was so beautiful, we drove around Crescent Lake and went for a four mile (plus+) hike on the Spruce Railroad Trail. So the grade was easy peasy. It followed the lake and at times it was at lake level. I left the house at 8:30 am and got home at 10:30 pm. Looooong day. And great!
Happy anniversary! Today marks year number 5 since you first became a Sifter and the community is better for having you. Thanks for your contributions!
27 Rest of my life
Twenty down, rest of my life to go.
Eighteen down, rest of my life to go.
Seventeen down, rest of my life to go.
Every time I see a bunny, I think of you. And Baxter. Hoping you both are well. And that happens a lot, because I have a FB buddette who constantly posts photos and vids of bunnies.
Thirteen down. Got my first solid confirmation of gaining strength. I went to the Starlight Theater last night. http://blogs.seattletimes.com/popcornandprejudice/2014/03/11/movie-glamour-in-port-townsend/ On the third floor of an old Victorian building. Which means the stairs between floors are MUCH longer and steeper than you find in modern buildings. Usually when I go, by the time I get to the third floor, my heart is pounding and I am gulping for air (I didn't go really slow up the stairs.) Last night? Some heart pounding. A little out of breath. I don't think anyone could have heard it though, and I could talk without sounding like I was dying. Yippee for me!
Well THAT was trippy!
I portray myself to be a cunt.
Ahhh ... one of my favorite Simpsons characters [aside from the crazy cat lady that is] ... Thanks for the laugh!
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