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I dunno. She's pretty hot. She makes me sad, jealous and a little angry every time I see her. Genetic lottery ain't fair, yo. Last minute of play, Sabres fans, last minute of play.

Johnson don't need no crease

Booo. God I hate Chelsea Dagger.

Panarin must like Dio. Holy Diver.

Isn't truly in love with sabills

Posts here way too little :P

Goals, eh, thunder thighs?

Sounds like my mom if we dare to watch House, MD or something. Everything's the zebra diagnosis. Light cold? Nah, probably some rare systemic infection only one in a billion people get every third millenia on the fourth blood moon on a leap year after stepping on too many cracks in the pavement while also being related to a Cherokee princess. Also, I really hope whatever symptoms your wife has are not truly indicative of ebola. Cleaning up blood pouring out of every orifice can get pretty messy. Also, hope she feels better.

I should be like... 120 according to that BMI stuff. I got down to 120 once. Goal weight was 105. I was hospitalized. It was horrible and I was hospitalized not long after that for a heart attack scare. I'm around 135-140 now at 5'5", and a size 4-6. My head is so screwed up, I still think I'm massive. Thanks, BMI and crappy doctors. Muscle weighs a lot more. That's what I tell myself. D4rk is my beard, you found me out. Love me some ladies.

Absolutely absolutely do this. It's so much healthier than freaking out about "weight gain" when all you really need to do is take a big crap. Water weight adds a lot. Judge by your clothing fit, and by sight, provided you can see unbiased. I cannot. I actually refuse to weigh myself much anymore, as well. Makes me crazy. BMI numbers don't help. Don't let it play mind games with you. Set a goal weight that seems reasonable, average your weight, and feel good about it.

Probably only ever going to get worse, too. I guess I'm just destined to be fat someday. :(

Portion control is the biggie. D4rk loves cooking, and makes mostly healthy options. Good stuff, greens, lean meats, nothing fried up or slathered in butter. I always ate a smaller portion. And I started bulking up. We don't get rolls in my family, we just become lady linebackers. I was pretty upset, here I was working out regularly and eating well, and losing the battle of the bulge. Started the mycalories app and realized I put weight on if I eat more than about 900 calories a day (not counting the negative earned from working out via my fitbit or plugging it in). Just don't go the other way... I used to barely nudge 400 incoming calories at my craziest in high school, and be well in the negatives factoring in exercise. You'll drop weight alright, but also happiness, ability to do anything, sanity. You can really eat whatever you want as long as it's not a lot of it. Diet food sucks.

The stories my mother has told of my sister, who had cancer as a baby and was very very very ill, have killed any desire I ever had of popping one out. The sheer amount of vomit, sh!t, and screaming all night stories I've been fed my entire life makes it a very unpopular thought. Not that I was a little angel either. She always said her biggest fear was having a child with cancer, and it happened, so "don't have a fear like that". Well, I do have a similar fear that makes my fallopian tubes just curl up like fern fronds and say helllll no. I'm assuming my hormones will wake up once I'm married and have a house/feel more like an adult. At least I hope so. It IS my biological purpose to exist on this planet, after all. :wacko: D4rk can clean up the poop.

I think I'm broken. I've watched so many crime docs that I got bored seven episodes in. I suppose I just have little patience for court. I remember this case. Radiolab did an episode on that interviewed the lady who accused him of rape. It's a horrible story. I greatly dislike dealing in uncertainties, which is the entirety of this case. I am a massive proponent of forensics, and I'm disgusted that the possibility of planted evidence seems so high. The prosecution declined to work with the documentary, but I'd like to hear their side as well. I don't feel I can judge without all the gathered information in front of me. The footage of the nephew's "confession" is blood chilling. A case of cramming square pegs in round holes to make the puzzle pieces fit. Certainly damns the prosecution. I'll go back and finish it up at some point. Another good doc series is Jinx, about Robert Durst. Check it out if you haven't, you can see it all on dailymotion for free.

Man. Really not helping my lack of biological clock here, dude.

It's why I get cranky when I mention Truman as an interesting person and President and I am met with blank stares or a discussion about the atomic bomb. I've read 3 1/2 books this year so far. I was sick and shirked the internet and my freelance and just read. A series of anecdotes of a traveling veterinarian who specializes in horses. Learned a lot of gory stuff... what happens when horse meets rattlesnake, the results of a horse waking up during castration, etc. Also some heartwarming stuff. Also read a book about shipwrecks on the Great Lakes that have yet to be raised and Notorious R.B.G, a pretty decent bio of Ruth Bader Ginsburg. The book published some of her opinions and casework, but also provided notes to help decipher the legalese. I didn't know a lot about her. She is a very impressive person. My line of feminist thinking is very close to hers- the idea of equality, that sexism hurts everyone, not just women. It's great to see how far we have come, but it's also depressing to see how far we still have to go. Halfway through one on how beverages have shaped humanity and civilization- wine, beer, tea, coffee, etc. Reads more like a text book than I expected, but very interesting.

Yeah man, broke it November 10, surgery the 26, walking by Jan 4. It felt longer because of the holidays. It helped that it wasn't badly broken, just one bone, and that I'm young. I can chase the cat around again. It's a slow waddle, but then again, he's also a slow waddler... Daaang congratulations, man! Getting there!

Pretty damn great. Shoes feel mega weird. Gonna be awhile to fully recover, and I have to watch it that I don't overdo it in my eagerness to achieve normalcy. I'm thinking I'll be back up in the hoops/trapeze (no ankle hangs or doubles work) in about 6 weeks, skating carefully/slowly by early/mid spring. I'll be at the gym starting tonight to start easing in some more flexibility on a bike. I hope you don't stay laid up too long! I know there's a few broken Sabrespacers out there.

I am walking. It's like a constant charley horse on my calf muscle, but I am cleared to go. Cleared to do everything I feel comfortable doing. Going to wait until this icy patch passes before I drive again. But I am walking.

You'll get the hang of them. Luckily, the winter has been mild, so slush/ice hasn't really been a huge deal and hopefully won't be! They're kinda like doing the parallel bars- you don't rest your armpits, you push up from your hands. They'll give you some awesome arm/back muscles too! ;) Broke my leg, had to get 4 screws in it. Getting close to walking again. Best of luck!

I hear ya on the money, TrueBlue. I'm a few grand down from my little broken bone now... thank god I was saving saving saving for a future house, wedding, kids... dang. :cry: Sorry about all that, We've. Cruddy time of year for these things. :( complaint stems from xmas last week: My family is so negative. All hypochondriacs, all wired so that sympathy over physical problems is the only way they show caring. They call me selfish for having moved away. I never noticed these unpleasant qualities until I moved away. No wonder I'm as negative/annoying as I am. Also held my friend with the heroin using husband for a couple hours while she just cried. Helped another friend across the country through some truly evil heartbreak. Awful stuff. People suck. Glad to be back in NY and with d4rk's family.

If you were near, I'd share a drink with ya, fellow crutcher. But beware the hangover- you do not want to be repeatedly ill when crutches are your only mode of locomotion...

Sorry. I'm tacky.

good ol' liev schreiber.