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Post by Phalon on Aug 27, 2006 11:40:56 GMT -6
"Ahhhh....feeling so damn good." What makes you feel it, or say it out loud, even if it is only to yourself? (Things within reason, of course - this is a PG board.) Listening to music? Painting; writing; what is relaxing to you. Or rejuvenating?
For me - I like to cross-country ski. On wheels, this time of year. Oh-so-good this morning before the sun was completely up, and I had the trail nearly to myself. I've been feeling a bit sluggish on the things lately; unable to get the rhythm back after taking a few weeks off after the whole ear-infection thing. Earlier this week though, coming up behind a jogger - flaming red curls, and it could only be my Marathong Friend. We continued on together, falling into pace with one another for four miles. We've both gotten better in our respective sports over the last year; she's gotten faster, and I've learned to pace myself, and it was fun to have someone to talk with the entire way.
The next morning it was a solitary ski for me - alone except for a biker who stopped me to talk, interested about those "things I had on my feet". The biker was a skier, and could instantly tell the difference between skiing on snow, as opposed to wheels. We talked balance, the absence of "kick and glide", abs and cardio work-outs, and as we did, I think both our hearts got a work-out when a blue heron flew directly over-head, nearly missing us by what seemed like inches before landing on the river. After we recovered, we both marveled at its beauty before we headed off in different directions. But not before she wrote down the name of the place I ordered my roller-skis from - maybe we'll meet on the trail again, both of us with " those things on our feet."
Physical activity: it does it for me. A release of endolphins for a porpoise, and I whale, "Ahhhh...so damned good." Or wail. Yeah, during that too, (this is a PG board.)
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Hippy Amazon
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Post by Hippy Amazon on Aug 27, 2006 18:12:26 GMT -6
Aw I've never been skiing and never even seen snow, but I can just imagine how you feel!!!
I love waking up to hear the rain pittering on the roof (like today!) I love watching the seasons change! I grew up in the country where we would have drought for years at a time! Hardly ever rained and then when it did it would flood! So now I live on the coast and just seeing the beach and the ocean and rain, having lovely weather all the time is wonderful!
Also just listening to some lyrically beautiful music with a nice melody (usually just a voice and piano).
Lastly, Reading a good book with a happy ending!
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Post by Phalon on Aug 27, 2006 21:45:44 GMT -6
Never seen snow? One of our other resident Australians, Katina, claims he hasn't either. I think he's bluffing though; he's described snow covered mountains, and his recent absence here can only mean one thing: he's a snow bunny in disguise and is too busy shushing down the mountain to give us the time of day. <smile> You know I'm kidding, Dear Man, though I think you'd look cute in one of those form fitting ski outfits.
I love the beach too, Hippy. Mine is not on an ocean, but a lake. It's one of my favorite places, especially in winter when few others are about. Almost losing your breath in the howling wind, and the crashing waves drowning out any other sound is one of those "ahhhh" experiences for me.
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Post by Siren on Aug 28, 2006 19:00:53 GMT -6
I am a big fan of rain as well, AmazonHippy. It's one of my very favorite things. When most folks are griping about their hair getting wet or outdoor plans being spoiled, I just grin. I love, love rain. And we've gotten a goodly amount over the last few days. It's been wonderful, watching things rejuvenate.
An evening of music is a big "aaahhhh" for me. There's a little theatre I love, way up in the Ozarks. Being with those sweet people, and hearing that music, and getting to sing with them affects me like a dose of medicine.
Clean sheets - another aaaaahhhhhh - especially with freshly shaved legs. A hot bath. Taking my boots off at the end of a long day. Pulling on a pair of new boots. The smell of a boot store or leather shop. Hot cider, spiced with Red Hots candies. A real Coke, drunk from a glass bottle.
What a nice thread, Gams. Thanks!
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Post by Phalon on Aug 28, 2006 23:09:32 GMT -6
There is nothing as cleansing and fresh as a nice rain after the long dry spells we've had this summer. Sitting out on the covered porch watching the show of a good thunderstorm is fascinating to me. But working outside in it...pfft.
It rained today...lots of rain and we certainly needed it; I'm not complaining. I got wet though - thoroughly soaked early in the day, and spent the next 7 hours in wet clothes and squishy shoes, (Hubs threw my extra set of clothes I keep in my car in the wash last time he cleaned it, and I never got around to putting them back in). With the rain came a drop in temperature down to the high fifties, and I froze my behind off wearing just wet shorts and t-shirt all day.
I couldn't wait to get home and take a long, hot shower. So good. And then to make it better, when I was done, Hubs had waiting for me a big bowl of tomato soup with a glob of sour cream and shredded cheddar cheese: my favorite get-warm-again dinner. Ahhhhhhh....
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Post by mabd on Aug 28, 2006 23:55:32 GMT -6
For me - I like to cross-country ski. On wheels, this time of year. Given that this is a PG 13 board, well, take that as a given. I used to cross-country ski. I still have the first pair I bought for myself. Um, they're made out of wood. Traveling makes me go ahhh. Not for sun and sand and all that. For me it's stuff like going to Rome and watching the Sistine chapel totally change. And going away from crowds. Doing strange things. My best friend, with me in tow, actually got a Bedouin to sell her a rug. His group were still pastoralists. There was a civil war going on at the time. But the best part was she got the guy to take a check. Maeve
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Post by fallenangel on Aug 29, 2006 8:36:39 GMT -6
Music can make me go ahh . A nice long walk in the country. A good book or sometimes just sitting doing nothing.
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Post by Phalon on Sept 2, 2006 6:16:55 GMT -6
Sleeping in on a Saturday morning, then leisurely strolling downstairs and drinking coffee; without rushing; without interruption.
Damn, wish I had one of those mornings. Do they really exist?
Later Sweet Taters. Gotta go play in the dirt for a living.
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Post by Phalon on Sept 17, 2006 22:48:58 GMT -6
What a great weekend. Nothing spectacular; nothing extraordinary. Just nice.
Woke up Saturday to a gorgeous morning; warm and sunny after a week of cold and wet. Warm enough for shorts; I've been putting off switching the wardrobe for warmer clothes, dreading putting away the summer stuff.
I remembered to shave - even got my ankles good, avoiding that ring of fringe that sometimes appears around my sock-line when I'm in a hurry.
The drive to work was perfect. Sun and fog - a great combination. Everything was covered in heavy dew and sparkled, even in the diffused sunlight. Music all the way - they play the best mixes on Saturday mornings...no interruptions with talk or commercials. Even the static stayed away.
A good day at work: busy, but not swamped; fun chatty customers. And my boss made me brownies.
I avoided walking into any spider webs the entire day.
The Wolverines beat Notre Dame - at Notre Dame. A late game, and I even got to see part of it; a rare occurrence with me working every Saturday during college football season.
Dinner and cake. Lots of candles. Very nice.
I got a postcard from my Xena-Sista, who's been in Italy with her hubs for the better part of a month. Very timely. Very her - I'd have been embarrassed to send it, both front and back. I'd have been embarrassed to receive it from the postman; my face would have turned pink, I think. Luckily, I was at work and Hubs had the honors. She is a trip; I miss having her around.
Another pretty day today. Early morning skiing on the trail - my favorite time. Then we went apple picking; a family fall ritual started when I was a little kid. Another of my favorite things - the sweet, crisp scent of fresh apples.
Only one thing less than nice - I bent my now covered in two-ply toilet tissue and Super Glue protective coated fingernail back at work, ripping it from the nail-bed. Again. But even that ahh-ful incident was ahhh-inspiring. I uttered, "Ahhh...sh!t!"
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Post by Siren on Sept 18, 2006 21:09:46 GMT -6
Ack!! A ripped fingernail?! Eeeeek! After that post, my toes are clenched in little fists. Poor Gams. Lo siento mucho.
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Post by Phalon on Oct 22, 2006 6:09:46 GMT -6
Ahhhhh.......
That was a sigh of relief; the class I had to give and had been stressing for weeks over, is done.
And I had fun.
The boss asked me when I was going to give another.
I gave her the "look".
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Post by mabd on Oct 22, 2006 18:16:56 GMT -6
Ahhhhh....... That was a sigh of relief; the class I had to give and had been stressing for weeks over, is done. And I had fun. Yea!! You go girl!! Maeve
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Post by Phalon on Oct 22, 2006 21:27:14 GMT -6
Only two moments of tension for me, Maeve. First was for about ten seconds when I was to begin, and looking at those faces staring back at me, (we did it inside due to the rain), I thought to myself, "Say something....anything. Start talking, dammit). Then I remembered your advice: Breathe. I did. And talked for nearly two hours....without even using my notes!
Just one other brief moment of "Oh God, what now". My hands are never quiet; I talk with them as much as I do my mouth. In flailing them around, describing this and that as if I was using hand signals instead of words, I felt my bra strap start to slip...and slip. And slip until it was nearly hugging my elbow. No problem though; it was easily fixed. I just used my arms to describe a bigger plant - one over my head - and the strap slid back into place. Stray boob averted.
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Post by mabd on Oct 23, 2006 12:31:46 GMT -6
Only two moments of tension for me, Maeve. First was for about ten seconds when I was to begin, and looking at those faces staring back at me, (we did it inside due to the rain), I thought to myself, "Say something.... anything. Start talking, dammit). Then I remembered your advice: Breathe. I did. And talked for nearly two hours....without even using my notes! Exactly the right thing to do! Gives you time to gather yourself and your listeners time to re-settle. Smart move. I suppose I can now tell you that at least once a term, I get all my overhead projectors, notes, video, maps, and whatever set then wait patiently for the lecture to begin -- entirely forgetting that I'm the lecturer. Smooth move. And even a better one -- using your hands. There's a reason those Roman copies of Greek statues and the few Greek statues we have use what we call the "orator's pose:" right elbow bent so hand is eve with shoulder, hand gesturing in (as opposed to hand wide open, pushing out): hands matter a lot. Nifty boob save... I know (knew the problem). But it's almost impossible for me to get a bra on with limited motion in one arm. Fortunately (fortunately??, hm, I typed it, it must be true), between the effects of gravity and, er, genetics, I don't really have to.... OB: don't have to. Tell LX if she starts shaving her legs now, she'll have to do it until she hits menopause. I don't think I'd tell her that at that point, it's the hair on her chin which will drive her crazy. You done real fine gatorhead, we is all aproud of ye. Maeve
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Post by Phalon on Oct 25, 2006 0:46:52 GMT -6
Thanks Maeve.
I should learn to control them better. I once smacked a kid in the nose when I was Library Mom, because while I was explaining something to another child, this one was standing too close range to the gesturing. Whap! Oops.
And yeah...I really don't have to either. But when they've been corralled for the morning, it's always best to keep them corralled; one galloping loose while the other is penned is just not a good thing.
Free range hands may be okay, but free range breasts are better left to chickens.
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Post by Siren on Oct 25, 2006 22:55:42 GMT -6
"Free range hands may be okay, but free range breasts are better left to chickens." - LOL!!
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Post by mabd on Oct 26, 2006 4:19:58 GMT -6
You'd be how surprised often we whap our students: you're handing out a packet of 15 pages of notes -- 45 sets to the right, 45 sets to the left. Then, for no reason, you drop them on a kid. Well, there usually is a reason, I can't find the right focal point. I just promise to add 3 points to their exam score.
And yeah...I really don't have to either. But when they've been corralled for the morning, it's always best to keep them corralled; one galloping loose while the other is penned is just not a good thing.
True enough. But this isn't really fair to me. 15 years ago I had roughly a pound taken off of each -- not for vanity, I swear. I was such a bitchy patient they threw me out less than 24 hours after surgery. I flew to England in 10 days and all was good. Except, well, there I was, 35 years old with rock hard boobs (you really could bounce a quid off of them) sort of stuck on a body they didn't match.
Still, the doc was cool enough that, since I got him some Cuban cigars, I had no co-pays. Let's see your chicken do that <ducking>
In a different thread, or maybe this one, who knows? you wrote about being young and old as the same time. Gams baby, as Telly Salvalis used to say, "work it." One of my women students had herself a brand new, Nike Air Force 1's. (Nike makes 3 pairs a year.) I gave her her props -- she blushed madly and another woman said: "but Ms. B...how you know.... I said I wasn't dead yet. Moral: the edge can be dicey, but is always fun....
ranging freely,
Maeve
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Post by Phalon on Oct 27, 2006 0:41:04 GMT -6
Oh, but I do, Maeve. It's that lollipop that's stuck to my forehead, though, that sometimes gets in the way; it screams, "Sucker!"
I need to remember that next time I agree to give one of these classes. The anxiety beforehand is not worth it. And I distinctly remember saying the same thing after the class prior to this one.
Phalon who loves ya, baby.
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Post by Phalon on Mar 31, 2007 21:34:52 GMT -6
Here we go again....Spring is here; birds are singing, flowers blooming...tree pollen everywhere.
Ahhhhh....chooo!!!
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Post by Gabbin on Apr 2, 2007 22:23:30 GMT -6
Hya! Pollen all tissues to the Gabbin schnoze. Sneezle city.
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Post by Phalon on Apr 2, 2007 23:52:11 GMT -6
Sneezle City - that's the city that never sleeps, yes? I am there right now; putting a complaint in to my travel agent when I get back. I'll send a post-nasal drip card, Gabs.
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Post by marjancin on Apr 6, 2007 9:39:17 GMT -6
Things that make you go "Ahhhh...." Letting out a long, drawn-out fart! (This would also fit the category for "Things that make others go, 'Ewww, Jackie!'"
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Post by Phalon on Apr 7, 2007 7:23:16 GMT -6
You've got that right....it is just "eeewwww".
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Post by Phalon on Sept 3, 2008 23:13:12 GMT -6
When you take your car in for repairs and the bill comes to much less than you expected. I expected around $250ish; the bill came to just under $150.00 including tax.
The old Buick needed the catalytic converter replaced. When I first started driving and heard the term "catalytic converter", I thought why's my car got a Cadillidac Converter if it's a Mercury....unless the Mercury had big dreams of becoming a Cadillac, or fell pray to the door-to-door Cadillac Converter Evangelists.
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Post by Siren on Sept 9, 2008 9:23:39 GMT -6
"I thought why's my car got a Cadillidac Converter if it's a Mercury..."
Boll!
I had an "aaaaaah" moment this weekend: slipping on a pair of new boots. But then, slipping on a pair of wonderfully broken-in old boots is an "aaaaah" moment, too. And the smell of a western wear store is an "aaaah". Love the smell of all that leather.
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Post by Phalon on Sept 11, 2008 3:54:15 GMT -6
I love the smell of leather too.....except wet leather. And smelling wet leather boots is an "eeeeewww" instead of an "ahhhhh". My co-worker had his feet up on the chair the one day last week - a particularly wet and rainy day last week - while we were eating lunch. I don't know what's worse - the smell of those boots, or the smell of the sardines he eats for lunch.
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Post by vox on Sept 11, 2008 8:48:34 GMT -6
Ooooooh! leather! there is nothing quite like it is there? you are right Phalon, definitely not wet leather tho! its a completely different smell when wet!!! Lol.
For me it's the smell of freshly laundered sheets! that feeling you get when you've bathed or showered and you slip into bed at the end of a hard day, when you've changed the sheets aaaaaaah!
Or it's the smell of a new born baby! that's one that you cannot recreate unless you keep on having them!
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Sept 14, 2008 23:16:09 GMT -6
Ok I know I'm weird but I've never been a fan of new baby smell. Or puppy breath for that matter. Though puppies are adorable new babies are annoying. Go figure.
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Post by Siren on Sept 24, 2008 9:52:56 GMT -6
Vox, you hit on a favorite of mine there: clean sheets. And they're even better when you've just shaved your legs.
This one sounds silly, but I always enjoy it: being the first to dip into a new jar of peanut butter.
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