Yup, pilates on tape to do in the comfort of your own home. I don't mind laying on the ground and relaxing. I think I told you before the last time my butt was over my head was getting bucked off a horse!
Yup again, almost 11pm here now. I'm a Big Girl now and stay up late!
Shoveling manure, moving hay bales, you get the idea?
Glad to help you smile.
What's with that incomplete paper? Was there a salmon announcement?
Live your life while you are still living. Riding the trail less traveled.
You know, it's so funny because I kept seeing you post and never read your sitch. I should've checked in sooner.
so as long as I'm rambling, I made a realization today. I have to hire someone to help me move. Never done that. Never. I have a truck, always had the W, always done it ourselves. Part of me says, "I'm an adult, hire someone." But part of me says, "You're getting older and you don't have as many friends out here - the ones you have can't lift heavy things."
On the other hand, it's pretty nice to just say "move this there."
Incomplete paper. Sh*t. You know, this happened when the bomb dropped and I thought trying to write a paper in the midst of my emotional upheaval was the worst thing I'd ever done. So what do I do? Choose the same damn topic for the same damn quarter that W says she's filing for D! And the topic? German foreign policy. Go ahead, ask me - what the h*ll is wrong with me?!
Salmon announcement?! You didn't hear?! Salmon runs have collapsed. Our Guv Arnie declared a state of emergency and shut down all salmon fishing in the state of CA.
Okay, help me with my paper. My premise is that the descent into nazi atrocities was partially the result of the unique german experience - the failure of popular revolutions and the dependence on a rich cultural experience as a substitute for political experience. I need 4 more pages.
When I lived in the SW, all we did was catfish. I could catch a catfish with a reese's peanut butter cup stuck on a safety pin tied to a piece of string wrapped around an 18oz. bud. A big catfish. Like 5+ lbs.
BTW, this is where my city/country thing comes in. when I'm in the city I talk about hitting cows at midnight with my truck or catching catfish in a dutch oven. When I'm in the country I talk about German national character. hopeless.
