... we got skates for Christmas!
January 2, 2011
The warm spell wrecked the snow for skiing...
... but it's cold again and...
... we got skates for Christmas!
... we got skates for Christmas!
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Bend your knees. Do not lean back.
Better yet, do not look back. It's a New Year, afterall.
Where's Eric Heiden these days?
Sure she can skate the white swan, but does she have what it takes to skate the black swan?
Well, do you ever get the feeling that the story's too damn real and in the present tense?
Or that everybody's on the stage, and it seems like you're the only person sitting in the audience?
Skating Away...
Brand new key.
I still like you in the long skirt, Madame, but I concede the utility of trousers in this case.
Have fun. Glad you can bend so well at your age.
WV "vollegra" Vaso-expander for older guys who still hang out at the beach.
You look great.
You look like you lost weight, not that you needed to.
You are definitely a winter. Your hair looks great against the snow and ice. The white jacket works as well.
I get horny when they do the coaches speech in the locker rooms.
Congrats Pack!
Packers!!!
"You look great. You look like you lost weight, not that you needed to."
Thanks. Actually, I gained weight over the holidays. Between Meade's pancakes and pizzas and wanting to take my sons to restaurants, I was on a vacation from being careful.
Now, with a 10-day countdown to turning 60, I'm counting calories.
Ann Althouse said...
"You look great. You look like you lost weight, not that you needed to."
Thanks. Actually, I gained weight over the holidays. Between Meade's pancakes and pizzas and wanting to take my sons to restaurants, I was on a vacation from being careful.
Now, with a 10-day countdown to turning 60, I'm counting calories.
I once heard a fitness guy say that one of the reasons to take care of yourself during the year was so you could go out and enjoy the yummies this time of year. Plus, of course, you wanted to show your boys a good time. This was the time to, "Ess, ess".
Tomorrow, you can be good.
"Plus, of course, you wanted to show your boys a good time."
Yes, you don't want to impose your limitations on others. Pick some other time. The beginning of the year is the obvious time.
When I first met Meade, we were going to the movies. It was late January and I'd been scrupulously following the Atkins diet since the beginning of the year. He bought popcorn and when he offered some to me, I declined, on account of Atkins. It turns out popcorn is extremely important to him. His father actually had a popcorn company. That bit of prissiness could have cost me a dimension of happiness I would never have understood I'd lost.
...I gained weight over the holidays. Between Meade's pancakes and pizzas...
Mission Accomplished"
Could you have been happy with a man who rejected you over a food choice?
Almost 60 looks oh so good on you.
Congrats!
Keep up all the good, hard work. Or is it hard work?
I believe that marriage and love attributed to this. Not that you didn't look wonderful before marriage.
See, Meade, I said something nice about marriage and you and Althouse together.
I am not all bad.
"Could you have been happy with a man who rejected you over a food choice?"
Good question! The truth is, when he offered me popcorn, I knew it was an important choice. I could be amiable and keep my secret (that I was dieting) to myself. But I consciously decided to be open and to trust him with my personal information. Had I known how important popcorn was to him, that maybe he was testing me even as I would be testing him, I probably would have opted for popcorn.
Food is so complicated! Who knows what judgments we make about people because of the way they are or seem to be about food.
Food feels symbolic of love, but when we're first meeting we don't quite understand each other's language.
Cool. I grew up in a place where we could go 'down back' and skate on the little swampy areas that would freeze over. We skated around the weeds sticking through the ice for hours.
On the other side of town a local children's home would flood a field in the winter. It would freeze. Someone would build a fire. My mom would drive us over there and leave us all afternoon. Seems like everyone went at one time or another.
No one drowned. Sometimes someone got a little wet if they fell through. No big deal.
We had to be more careful at the Duck Pond. That was deep. Only skated there when the ice was really think.
The ice nannies were nowhere to be found and we had a great time. And good memories.
So glad you are doing cool (literally and figuratively) things. You guys are good for each other.
I just realized every one of the 6 or 7 rinks and ponds I skated on in the 70's is long defunct.
The first pond had been a horse ring next to Alexandria Hospital (difficult to believe now that people kept horses inside the Beltway as late as the 70's). A woman was raped there (scuttlebutt among us kids), so they turned it into a pond for a few years before the hospital paved it for parking.
Constitution Gardens, previously Main Navy ("temporary" HQ from WWI, where my dad worked in 1970), had a big, irregular pond, but the wind was strong enough to push us down to one end. They filled it in when the Vietnam Vets Memorial was built.
Speaking of Meade's pizza...he would have aced the interview at Volkswagen.
He'd be all, "I'd make the best pizza in the world, it would rock. And, I can hook you up w/ popcorn, schnell.
In evil and awful Massachusetts they have all these old school ice skating rinks.
I fucking love them.
Music, concession stand, cheap old rotten skates.
It reminds me of valuable time spend with my husband in Quincy and Somerville, Mass.
The places were cold, cheap and had a bust of Roosevelt, who got these place up and around.
Yes, I know totally commie but also in a way totally old school and cool.
I love and miss Mass. terribly.
It really is the best state in the U.S.
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