Nightingale

sigh. this is downright stupid. a rubber band shooter isn't a gun anymore than rubber bands are bullets.

my life insurance policy specifically INCLUDES skydiving. Ditto with health insurance.

ahh... my doctor is the most wonderful person in the world... she's open on saturdays!

They won't let me donate blood (recent body piercing) but I am on the marrow registry and have been for seven years now.

They're all nice designs... But wait til you make your 500th jump, and get it to mark an occasion like that... I'm not sure about skydivers, but I've seen so many martial artists get karate tattoos, and then quit the art a year or so later... then they're shelling out big bucks for removal. Wait til the novelty wears off, and see if you still want it a ways down the road. Ink is a serious thing, so take your time. There's no reason to rush.

my day started out awful... but it didn't end that way!

ROFLMAO!!!!! Thanks for the laugh!

um....I'm sorry, but when my friends are still over there getting shot at, we're still at war. We may have "taken" Iraq, but until we give it back, the war is still going on.

CONGRATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

not a prob!

fixed.

aargh... red-eye in photos drives me nuts.... I had to fix it... couldn't resist....

sometimes just speaking out is enough to spark change.

people who use an apostrophe to mean "look out! here comes an S!" instead of using it to indicate possession or contraction like it's supposed to.

I eat out every day. I am single and don't like leftovers, so cooking doesn't make a whole lot of sense for me. The thing is, when I eat out, I make smart choices. I don't order big macs and fries, I order grilled fish tacos and salads with low cal dressing. You can eat healthy and eat out at the same time. You just have to be cautious about it.

It took me quite a while to get over the "eat everything on your plate" syndrome instilled in me by my parents. Now, I stop eating when I'm not hungry anymore, leftovers be damned. At McDonalds, I order a kids meal instead of a big mac combo. Cheaper, and just the right size.

It took me quite a while to get over the "eat everything on your plate" syndrome instilled in me by my parents. Now, I stop eating when I'm not hungry anymore, leftovers be damned. At McDonalds, I order a kids meal instead of a big mac combo. Cheaper, and just the right size.

when it comes to foreign travel, you almost always gain much more than you spend. GO!

SURGEON GENERAL'S WARNING: RESEARCH CAUSES CANCER IN RATS.

WAHOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! Congrats, Aub!!!!! I know you've worked so hard for this!

Chad- There is inherent risk in everything you do. You need to do a personal risk/benefit analysis and see if the benefits outweigh the risks for you. For example, I skydive, but have decided that BASE jumping (jumping off buildings, antennas, bridges, cliffs, etc) is too risky for me. Other people decide that skydiving is too risky. Me, now I'd rather take a few risks than die at 90 years old regretting that I'd never really lived life. Its up to you to decide whether the benefit outweighs the risk. Only you can make that call for yourself.

Every one of my instructors, even those who prefer to freefly, told me to work on belly skills first.

in a few cases in my own life, I've made my hobby my profession and regretted it. I love music... so, I started a band. We played professionally around the Los Angeles area. It got to the point where I never sat at my piano for fun anymore... it was always to practice or compose stuff for the band. Finally, I dropped out, just because it wasn't fun anymore. I've done martial arts for 15 years. I started teaching seven years ago. Took a lot of the fun out of it. Got to the point where my heart wasn't in it anymore... Basically, things are fun when you WANT to do them. When it gets to the point where you HAVE to do them, even if you're tired, don't feel like it, or whatnot, then it ceases to become quite so fun. I was always after a close friend to do a few fun jumps with me. his response was "I jump six days a week for work, six or seven jumps a day. why would I want to jump on my day off??"

here's the story behind the rhyme: The babes in the wood: The master of Wayland Hall, Norfolk, on his deathbed left a little son, three years old, and a still younger daughter, named Jane, to the care of his wife's brother. The boy was to have 300 pounds a year when he came of age, and the girl 500 as a wedding portion; but, if the children died previously, the uncle was to inherit. After twelve months had elapsed, the uncle hired two ruffians to murder the two babes. As they went along one of the ruffians relented, and killed his fellow; then, putting down the children in a wood, left them. The poor babes gathered blackberries to allay their hunger, but died during the night, and “Robin Redbreast” covered them over with strawberry leaves. All things went ill with the cruel uncle; his sons died, his barns were fired, his cattle died, and he himself perished in gaol. After the lapse of seven years, the ruffian was taken up for highway robbery, and confessed the whole affair. (Percy: Reliques, iii. ii. 18.) “Then sad he sung `The Children in the Wood.' (Ah! barbarous uncle, stained with infant blood!) How blackberries they plucked in deserts wild, And fearless at the glittering falchion smiled; Their little corpse the robin-redbreast found, And strewed with pious bill the leaves around.” Gay: Pastoral VI.

I've heard that one... The thing is, if you really think about nursery rhymes, they're mostly all kinda sick... Humpty dumpty... Ring around the rosey... Rock a bye baby...