tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18615538.post6230703974404700485..comments2023-12-28T21:22:10.935-07:00Comments on Jill Outside: Now it's sevenJill Homerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02983065990450931943noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18615538.post-53663699568686635572007-06-08T18:18:00.000-06:002007-06-08T18:18:00.000-06:00No biggie on not remembering where you were born. ...No biggie on not remembering where you were born. I don't remember the town where I was born because my own town didn't even have a hospital and I moved away at three months old. <BR/><BR/>Nice to know ya ain't alone, isn't it?<BR/><BR/>Savor Alaska. I did.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18615538.post-7475487099499386822007-05-24T21:44:00.000-06:002007-05-24T21:44:00.000-06:00Colorado's pretty suave. Maybe it's good you've ne...Colorado's pretty suave. Maybe it's good you've never stopped to look - you might stay.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18615538.post-56929499806539841902007-05-24T13:24:00.000-06:002007-05-24T13:24:00.000-06:00I have a tattoo. No big deal these days of course...I have a tattoo. No big deal these days of course, but most people don't know about it because it's far enough up my arm that even short sleeves cover it. This was deliberate, I got it for myself, not to display something to the world.<BR/><BR/>I had done the design a year before and hung it on my fridge to see if I would still like it in the long term. Oh ya, I'm a rebel!<BR/><BR/>I got done on my 30th birthday, the same day I finally cut my long hair. It felt like the right thing to do. I was cutting my hair because my hairline had receded to the point that I looked like I was wearing a wig that was sliding back on my scalp. Not because I wanted to. Genetics was taking something away from me so it felt like good to fight back with something permanent.Coelecanthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17886124862805759520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18615538.post-17540329489438199812007-05-24T13:02:00.000-06:002007-05-24T13:02:00.000-06:00Jill, thank you so much for stopping by at my "pla...Jill, thank you so much for stopping by at my "place":) It's great to meet you! I forgot one fact, that I added on my blog:) and it's true: I hated gardening as a kid. My parents still can't believe that I go out and pull weeds on my free will....VeloCChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04836521203444947951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18615538.post-52946624160867374122007-05-24T09:49:00.000-06:002007-05-24T09:49:00.000-06:00I like your zen need less goal. Simplicity and cyc...I like your zen need less goal. Simplicity and cycling are a good match.mindful mulehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04351688583487129714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18615538.post-59341558831571105792007-05-24T09:15:00.000-06:002007-05-24T09:15:00.000-06:00I'm a Dallas native....did a quick Google of "Sesa...I'm a Dallas native....did a quick Google of "Sesame Place". It rings the faintest of faint bells...apparently it was only open from 1982 - '84....so essentially it was you Jill and about 43 other visitors that made this Irving Texas "fun park" such a short-lived "un-destination".littlemikemackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13957237894182413164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18615538.post-86615395288348671772007-05-24T08:33:00.000-06:002007-05-24T08:33:00.000-06:00I am a talented breakdancer.I am a talented breakdancer.Juanchohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01283672346601878803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18615538.post-36008549382306864172007-05-24T03:15:00.000-06:002007-05-24T03:15:00.000-06:00Interesting stuff...I'll do my seven things someti...Interesting stuff...I'll do my seven things sometime next week. I bet several folks will take your lead and do this. Should be interesting.Malliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13186936683465162035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18615538.post-61884071857448799372007-05-24T00:16:00.000-06:002007-05-24T00:16:00.000-06:00Well, let's see:1.I was born and raised in Germany...Well, let's see:<BR/><BR/>1.I was born and raised in Germany.<BR/>2.I didn't like Americans much growing up. I grew up during the Cold War and all I knew of you guys was Pershing II and scary stuff (Like McDonald's and such)...today I am married to an American, love (most) Americans and live in the US.<BR/>3. I HATED English in High school and I would have never thought to use this language more than my mother tongue.<BR/>4.I started biking through my boy-friend (now husband) and it was a love-hate relationship, the biking part that is. I started on one of his bikes with clipless pedals and my second ride I fell head first in a river...<BR/>Yes, you can laugh, everyone does:)<BR/>5. I am surprised that I still ride today because for the longest time I thought, I absolutely suck at biking, but I didn't give up/in and now I am racing and I won my first races this season (XC)<BR/>6.I love dogs and I have yet to encounter a bear. I don't mind snakes and other "beasts" I just let them be. (I have a dog, a Jack Russell Terrier named Mr. Whiskers}<BR/>7. Fears: that my husband, who is in the Army has to go back to Iraq, living in Nebraska, getting hit by a tornado, log-crossings on the MTB,...VeloCChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04836521203444947951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18615538.post-61573149839772364182007-05-23T23:12:00.000-06:002007-05-23T23:12:00.000-06:00I'll blog about it.I'll blog about it.Dr. Loganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16542493767359114575noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18615538.post-50166742681242169712007-05-23T20:01:00.000-06:002007-05-23T20:01:00.000-06:00Birds scare me!Birds scare me!FixieDavehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04685170404057881390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18615538.post-24426450491382722782007-05-23T19:21:00.000-06:002007-05-23T19:21:00.000-06:00Hey Jill, Since you don't know me, every fact abou...Hey Jill, Since you don't know me, every fact about me will be little known...I'll try to pick some good ones:<BR/><BR/>1. I was born and hald raised (school here, summers there) in Hungary.<BR/>2. I love fancy, beautiful, old stuff, the kind of stuff that weighs you down and makes it impossible to move: copper pots, riveted leather couches, carved wood pictureframes, paintings, persian rugs....I guess I'm a maximalist....?<BR/>3. I have to move to NYC (from California) in 6 months (gasp!) <BR/>4. My knee started hurting again out of nowhere two days ago, hurt for a day, and then stopped hurting. (double gasp-- I'm on the total inactivity plan, as you recall, and on this plan *there is supposed to be no pain.* Life is not fair. But I've got 19 more days of inactivity to go, and then all bets are off.)<BR/>5. I play no instruments but speak seven languages, two of them dead.<BR/>6. I watch lots of TV, unashamedly.<BR/>7. I don't have any irrational fears; I save my irrationality for incessant neurotic worrying about: my son's health, my ability to ever bike again, my prospects on the academic job market...and many more.<BR/><BR/>your recovery partner,<BR/>AgnesAgnes @AgnesCallardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08770874908866700624noreply@blogger.com