I know the feeling! I drive Ted's jeep. It still has his gloves and sunglasses in the seat divider thingy. I've never taken such good care of a car before. I'm going to drive that thing until it breaks down and isn't worth fixing any longer so no one else will get it. Crazy. :cool:
Then I'm going to buy myself a Chevy Impala. :smile:
I can set my locks to do whatever I want them to do. I have it set where they lock when I put it in gear and unlock when I put it in park. I found out the hard way to not have them lock when you turn the car on. You can easily be locked out.
Hint: It was a warning message. One I haven't seen before. And am proud that I haven't.
I never seen that before today. I was turning on to Hennepin from 3rd. I usually see at least one or two people forget to manually turn off their signal on that turn since it's more of a veer than a turn.
um, when you try to lock it from the outside with the engine off (like via keypad) if one of the doors isn't properly shut - does the horn honk like 5 times? <- nifty little thing I found out about my explorer.
I had an odd issue with my car one evening over the holidays when the temps dropped overnight. One of my door locks must have stuck, because the car's alarm kept going off. Eventually I just left the car unlocked overnight to keep it from continuing. Never did figure out why that was, but I'll ask my dealership next time I take it in.
I do have it pretty much set up where I never need to worry about locks, wipers, lights or adjusting the rear view mirror when it gets dark since it's all automatic.
There is a girl, who has inquired about joining my club - she is from Saint Paul (lived on Grand) and did the 1/2 marathon last year for the WC.
I am going to sponsor her to come in the club. It's not like being home, but maybe now when I say something about somewhere in MN - I won't get the blank stares I do from my friends here.
actually - speaking of botox, I was invited to my first botox party about a month ago. (I didn't go) but I was thinking.. damn - do I look that old that ya'll think I need to attend one of these?
I got this in an email from a friend the other day.
The Gift of Growing Old
The other day, a young woman asked me how I felt about being old. I was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my reaction, she was embarrassed, but I told her it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it and let her know.
Old age, I decided, is a gift. I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be.
Oh, not my body! I sometimes despair over my body: the wrinkles, the baggy eyes and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror - who looks like my mother.
But I don't agonize over those things for long. I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly.
As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need but looks so avant-garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon, before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 a.m. and sleep until noon?
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the '60s and '70s, and if, at the same time, I wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.
I will walk the beach in a swimsuit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But then again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years, my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile, and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer the question, I like being old. It has set me free.
I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be.
And I shall eat dessert every single day - if I feel like it.
Life is too short to wake up with regrets. So love the people who treat you right. Forget about the one's who don't. Believe everything happens for a reason. If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it.
Friends are like balloons; once you let them go, you can't get them back. So I'm gonna tie you to my heart so I never lose you.
Enjoy - dropping 4 (yes 4!!) pounds at weight watchers this week! I worked my butt off to try to drop what I gained over the holidays and was very (very!) successful!
yay! now I only have 7 pounds to go to where I really want to be! :cool:
haha CM. I have no butt, I never have. I acutally suffer from noassatall syndrome in most pairs of jeans. but with the dropping of these last 7 - I'll be in a two, and hopefully then, a 2 will have less space in the butt area.
Have you seen the website where they ask you a series of questions and then based on your answers, they suggest specific brands and styles jeans that are most likely to fit you? They also have this same service for bras, plus jeans and pants.
Then I'm going to buy myself a Chevy Impala. :smile:
I can set my locks to do whatever I want them to do. I have it set where they lock when I put it in gear and unlock when I put it in park. I found out the hard way to not have them lock when you turn the car on. You can easily be locked out.
Hint: It was a warning message. One I haven't seen before. And am proud that I haven't.
Tim was close. It said "Blinker Signal On"
I never seen that before today. I was turning on to Hennepin from 3rd. I usually see at least one or two people forget to manually turn off their signal on that turn since it's more of a veer than a turn.
I do have it pretty much set up where I never need to worry about locks, wipers, lights or adjusting the rear view mirror when it gets dark since it's all automatic.
<----- spoiled :sheepish:
that's why we get along so well cluey.
spoiled brat.
seriously I got out of my car...did a complete 360 twirl....
I have no idea how I didn't fall down and break a hip...
I am going to sponsor her to come in the club. It's not like being home, but maybe now when I say something about somewhere in MN - I won't get the blank stares I do from my friends here.
:goofy:
actually - speaking of botox, I was invited to my first botox party about a month ago. (I didn't go) but I was thinking.. damn - do I look that old that ya'll think I need to attend one of these?
http://www.gillettechildrens.org/default.cfm?pid=1.3.17.2#Spasticity%20National%20Leader
Don't you dare Vino!
he looks like he's 50
The Gift of Growing Old
The other day, a young woman asked me how I felt about being old. I was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my reaction, she was embarrassed, but I told her it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it and let her know.
Old age, I decided, is a gift. I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be.
Oh, not my body! I sometimes despair over my body: the wrinkles, the baggy eyes and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror - who looks like my mother.
But I don't agonize over those things for long. I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly.
As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need but looks so avant-garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon, before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 a.m. and sleep until noon?
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the '60s and '70s, and if, at the same time, I wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.
I will walk the beach in a swimsuit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But then again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years, my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile, and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer the question, I like being old. It has set me free.
I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be.
And I shall eat dessert every single day - if I feel like it.
Life is too short to wake up with regrets. So love the people who treat you right. Forget about the one's who don't. Believe everything happens for a reason. If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it.
Friends are like balloons; once you let them go, you can't get them back. So I'm gonna tie you to my heart so I never lose you.
yay! now I only have 7 pounds to go to where I really want to be! :cool:
Nice job Vino. I suck at this loosing weight thing. :frown: :angry:
out of 195 employees i was the employee of the month...
I got them dooped...
I get a parking spot for a month...going to trade it if i can for a month of causal days..
The website is www.zafu.com.
They ask you to click on drawings of where you usually have problems with fit, such as too much room in seat, not enough rise, thighs too baggy, etc.
OMG - Here I am back in the day. Cluemaster