Having the marshall (or the group behind you) tell you loudly "they're out of range, go ahead and hit your ball" on the tee... then pounding one right past the group in front of you. I absolutely LOVE doing this.
[quote] waking up and laying still for hours <hr></blockquote>
xionja, love you honey, but you are one strange young lady.....
maybe i just don't relate as i was a horribly hyperactive child (the doctors wanted to give me elctro-shock therapy when i was about 5 years old, thankfully my mom wouldn't let them)....
<strong>waking up and laying still for hours</strong><hr></blockquote>
That's actually very cute...and I know the feeling. I like that too, on a Saturday or Sunday. Your eyes pop open but you really have nowhere to be or anything you HAVE to do. So you just kinda lie there and think about life and stuff.
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biting into hard, but sweet, baby carrots
walking in a warm summer rain
watching thunderstorms while sitting outside under the front porch
clouds that hug the mountain like moss hugs the trees
watching hummingbirds fight
wrestling with my dogs (especially when they don't want to)
watching my children sleep
hearing my children laugh
youthful memories (be they real or fictious)
soft, yet healthy and full, bowel movements
(you didn't think i would be sweet and gentle and kind and sane through the whole reply, did you?)
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* Sherry-casked single malt scotch (Macallan 18, 12, or 10)
* full body suntans glazed in salty perspiration after a smokin' nude beach day
* iced Gimlets in chilled Martini glasses after said days
* 10,000ft of vertical joy under soft powder snow as the boards and skibunnies shush down the spring slopes towards an apres hottub
* cool jazz, supple legs, long hair, and kissable lips (not always in that order)
Cheers,
Dan
ps. you guys need the little beer glass emitcon thingy.
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xionja, love you honey, but you are one strange young lady.....
maybe i just don't relate as i was a horribly hyperactive child (the doctors wanted to give me elctro-shock therapy when i was about 5 years old, thankfully my mom wouldn't let them)....
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<strong>waking up and laying still for hours</strong><hr></blockquote>
That's actually very cute...and I know the feeling. I like that too, on a Saturday or Sunday. Your eyes pop open but you really have nowhere to be or anything you HAVE to do. So you just kinda lie there and think about life and stuff.
I do it all the time...
<strong>how people judge when they dont know anything about me</strong><hr></blockquote>
you love that...? interesting...
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the oxytocin rush of electric first contact, the double entendre dialogue that entices emotionally and aurally as the imagination flares with fantasy
muses that inspire poetry (if they know it or not)
...reading escapist, fantasy novels.
...the magic of untouched nature.
...it when something I draw actually turns out exactly how I pictured it would (but this never happens
...that tingling feeling that you get when you hear truly beautiful live music.
...all my weird dreams. I mean really, really weird.
...singing with friends in the car.
...much, much more than I have listed.