RhondaLea

I'm sorry. Its okay, at least I don't have a soul to crush anymore. Did you sell it or did it just erode...[edited to add: because you don't eat brussel sprouts ]? If you don't know where you're going, you should know where you came from. Gullah Proverb

I'm sorry. If you don't know where you're going, you should know where you came from. Gullah Proverb

I lied. Okra makes me puke, but I never gag. If you don't know where you're going, you should know where you came from. Gullah Proverb

I know. It's true. I don't like salsa. rl If you don't know where you're going, you should know where you came from. Gullah Proverb

When I was a kid, all I would eat was...let's see...corn, lima beans, eggplant. I think that's it. It drove my grandfather, who had a very large garden, insane. I still won't eat tomatoes or peppers or onions, I no longer eat carrots, and there are a few other things I'm not real fond of...like peas and cabbage...but the irony of food for me is that my most favorite vegetables: broccoli, cauliflower, brussel sprouts and asparagus, are not recommended for anyone with a broken thyroid. And if this isn't the stupidest post I've ever made, it's right up there. rl P.S. If the brussel sprouts you're being served are mushy, it's no wonder you think they're poison. ...I forgot okra. If you don't know where you're going, you should know where you came from. Gullah Proverb

Brussel sprouts are good for you. And if they're cooked correctly, buttered, salted and peppered, they taste delicious. Shame on you. rl If you don't know where you're going, you should know where you came from. Gullah Proverb

He seems to have covered everything, with special emphasis on Americans and women. I wonder what that means? rl If you don't know where you're going, you should know where you came from. Gullah Proverb

I gave up a good job and the entire life I knew to work for $7 an hour and live in a tent on a dropzone for two years. It changed the entire way I relate to the world. Although I no longer skydive, and although I'm now back in the "real" world, my perception of what I need to survive and be happy is rooted in that patch of ground where I pitched my tent. rl If you don't know where you're going, you should know where you came from. Gullah Proverb

Well, you already know what I have to whine about...but you're going to see that gets taken care of...right? If you don't know where you're going, you should know where you came from. Gullah Proverb

This condition will make you fat. It did it to me. Up and down, up and down, because with Hashimoto's thyroiditis, I was going from hypo to hyper and back again. Please go to alt.support.thyroid, and ask this question. They will answer it for you, with plenty of evidence and documentation. I have neither the interest nor the time, because hypothyroidism has already taken years of my life, however: http://thyroid.about.com/cs/hyperthyrdgraves/a/weightgain.htm Overall, among the entire group, at the end up one year, weight was up by 3.95 (kg 8 3/4 pounds), to 9.91 kg (22 pounds) after 4 years, with a mean weight gain of approximately 3.66 kg (8 pounds) per year. If I had gained 8 pounds a year starting from the time I first went hypo, I would now weigh 389 pounds. But I had the hyper episodes to help me, as well as a pretty good understanding of the kind of nutrition I need. And I'm vain. rl If you don't know where you're going, you should know where you came from. Gullah Proverb

10 to 20 pounds is a lot--for me anyway. But even if it weren't, the fact of the matter is that this information is not in keeping with the reality of hypothyroidism. There are many more than a few cases, and I suggest if you want to learn more, you might dig a little deeper. The fact of the matter is that hypothyroid patients are usually too weak and too beat to exercise. I had so much muscle weakness, I couldn't raise my head up off the floor more than an inch from a supine position, much less the rest of my body. Walking up a flight of stairs made my heart pound and took my breath away. (There is a direct correlation between hypothyroidism and increased incidences of bronchitis.) As for most of it being fluid...that's why they call it myxedema. But it doesn't matter what it is if it won't come off. I had a friend who was hyper. She had a gorgeous body before she got sick, and she didn't lose a whole lot of weight while she was sick. But six months after the radiation therapy, she gained about 50 pounds. She hadn't changed her calorie consumption. Her body changed. And even with those facts, her doctor still told her, "Get the fork out of your mouth." Logic does not apply. rl Edited to add: Mary Shomon article about losing weight with hypothyroidism: http://thyroid.about.com/cs/dietweightloss/a/losingweight.htm Aronne's credentials: http://www.healthology.com/faculty_bio.asp?d=aronne_louis If you don't know where you're going, you should know where you came from. Gullah Proverb

[Note: "You" is used collectively here. I make note of this for the literalists among us.] Based on behavior and actions, the only judgment call you should be making is whether you want a person to be a part of your life. In or out. That can be because of what you see them doing to others or what they do to you. As far as how you treat people, "respectful" is the starting point. That's just ordinary, everyday politeness we're talking about, the oil that lubricates the wheels of society. If someone treats you ill, then there's no reason for you to treat them respectfully. In the old days, it was known as "the cut" and it is now known as "cutting someone dead." If you choose to cut someone dead for something that has nothing to do with you--unless it's a genuine ethical issue--then maybe it says more about you than it does about them. There's a lot to be said for minding one's own business. Which brings us to sex. I've had some bad experiences as a result of those who believe that because I'm forthright--okay, let's call a spade a spade: downright brazen and exhibitionistic--they have a right to a piece of me. It's as if talking frankly about sex to a whole group of people is sufficient grounds for a single person within that group to think he has a right to get laid. It's boggling to me at times, but I don't think that because another person is behaving badly and trying to lay claim to "rights" that exist only in his mind means that I should have to change the way I post. Bringing that theory into real life, I think that each woman gets to decide where she's going to bestow her favors and in what quantity, and those who judge her as "easy" or "slutty" or "prey" need to think twice, not only about their own warped thinking but about any actions they might be contemplating. If she fucked the entire dropzone, she's still not under any obligation to fuck you. And you haven't the right to treat her badly, to grope her, to say shitty things to her or to do anything other than either treat her politely or leave her the hell alone. I'm not really sure what part of that is so hard to understand, but there are guys who don't get it (and some women too). I don't really care if a guy has no respect for me because of the way I choose to run my sex life--I just want him to stay away from me. And if he can't stay away, then he needs to be polite to me, because if someone gropes me without my permission, he will lose his balls. Back in the days when I worked manifest, I usually wore a WonderBra. Now those who remember the beta version of the WonderBra will recall that it's like a chastity belt for the breasts. There was one guy who used to come in and grope my WonderBra--never mattered who was around, so a lot of people saw it--but in the first place, he was a friend of mine, and in the second place, it was just funny to watch. He never did it when I was wearing an ordinary bra or no bra at all. But one day, another guy came along thinking he would emulate him. This guy wasn't a friend of mine, but I guess it was one of those "monkey see, monkey do" things. I straightened him out quickly and in no uncertain terms. I've got a couple of stories like that. I don't enjoy thinking about them. You don't take liberties; and if they're offered to you, you understand them for the gift they are. It's that simple. And people who don't understand that have a lot more wrong with them than some woman who sleeps around. rl If you don't know where you're going, you should know where you came from. Gullah Proverb

No, it's not right. And it's no one's business who is fucking whom. If you treat a woman (because this isn't done to men) disrespectfully because of the choices she makes in bed partners and the frequency with which she has sex... ...well, you can just friggin' bite me. I know this wasn't the issue, and it was only intended as an example, but boy, it is a concept that PISSES ME OFF. rl If you don't know where you're going, you should know where you came from. Gullah Proverb

You should have asked me, LM, and I'd have told you that such a post would start something of a riot. In 1999, I was still up north, living on the dz, working in manifest, and everyone knows that if there is shit to be given, the manifestor will be the first recipient. I was beat. So when we took a weekend off, and Arizona Airspeed happened to be where we ended up, I made a post about them: I've been a little sick of skydivers lately--living on the dz isn't bad...but there's no break from the action. I used to think that skydivers were the most wonderful people in the world. Nowadays, I wonder if there has ever been a bigger bunch of whiners ever born. [...] So here's what I can't figure out: are these guys really skydivers? They can't be. It's not possible. They don't whine. They're polite, patient, upbeat and friendly. And even though the weather wasn't the best, I never saw any one of them without a smile. So now I'm wondering what makes them different? And why can't we all be more like them? At the time, I was pretty well over it, although I ended up manifesting for another two and a half years more. Skydivers are just like everyone else--some of the them shitty, some of them stellar, most of them somewhere in between. Adrenaline heightens emotion--good or bad--so one sees a lot of extremes at the dropzone that one may not see in the rest of a person's life. I took a lot of shit for that post. Not online, where people merely discussed the topic as presented (well, all but one), but in real life, because I'd offended the "folks back home." I still don't know how I feel about that, but I think the wisest comment about the whole issue was made by a friend of mine: I was at a DZ once and a girl found out my name. She said "no, you can't be Kevin O'Connell, you're too nice". I couldn't decide if I should say thank you, or screw you ;-) This 17 inch diagonal world we visit here is a lousy place to try to understand the whole person. A DZ ain't a whole lot better. Getting off the DZ and seeing people out in the "real world" can actually let you appreciate some assholes. I do know some people I would not want to be around not because of the opinions they express, but because of the assumptions that underlie those opinions, but most of the time, you get a much different picture of people if you follow Kevin's advice. And with specific regard to the comment you made, I've found most guys who skydive to be more fun and more interesting than the guys I meet out in the world who don't. I just don't like running into them when I'm on the wrong side of a manifest window. rl If you don't know where you're going, you should know where you came from. Gullah Proverb

I don't know where Walt went, but I left at around 8 pm. I'm sorry I missed you, and I'm sorry it rained. I'm glad at least that things improved on Sunday. rl Edited to add: You are so good at disguising yourself, you may have a future as a CIA agent. If you don't know where you're going, you should know where you came from. Gullah Proverb

I very rarely agree with RL. But on this I agree 100% It's okay, Ron. No need to ruin our record. You can just say that you're agreeing with everyone else, and I happened to concur with the majority. rl If you don't know where you're going, you should know where you came from. Gullah Proverb

I looked everywhere for you. rl If you don't know where you're going, you should know where you came from. Gullah Proverb

Nah, cocheese is too busy being president of your fan club. Mmmm... I dunno. I think he loves all of us pretty well equally. So anyway, when are you coming back? Are you going to make it before I leave? I'm really a lot more fun than Alex, and Florida is a lot nicer than Boston this time of year...

Vinny, that was a non sequitur. And as a matchmaker, you are a total loser. rl If you don't know where you're going, you should know where you came from. Gullah Proverb

Have a wonderful birthday, Karen.

Apparently anywhere but here. I've been given the word that she's not allowed to bring boys home. Then I was advised that I've never been allowed to bring boys home. (I don't, which is why I never knew this.) But the best part of the whole thing is the reason: no one here ever brings boys home. Don't choke, Ray. rl P.S. Does Beck know you have plans for her? Or do I need to warn her before she gets here? If you don't know where you're going, you should know where you came from. Gullah Proverb

http://groups.google.com/groups?as_q=cretin+church&num=10&scoring=r&hl=en&as_epq=&as_oq=&as_eq=&as_ugroup=rec.skydiving&as_usubject=&as_uauthors=&lr=&as_drrb=q&as_qdr=&as_mind=1&as_minm=1&as_miny=1981&as_maxd=5&as_maxm=2&as_maxy=2006&safe=off Unfortunately the site itself no longer exists, and archive.org doesn't have it indexed. rl If you don't know where you're going, you should know where you came from. Gullah Proverb

Poor Sarah. She means well, but we're just mean. rl Edited to add: I can't stop laughing. If you don't know where you're going, you should know where you came from. Gullah Proverb

Three boy toys? If you don't know where you're going, you should know where you came from. Gullah Proverb

Vinny, Vinny, Vinny... ...the truckers love it. Who am I to come between them and an afternoon's entertainment? Now step away from the keyboard and get back in the hot tub... rl P.S. Jeffie didn't show. If you don't know where you're going, you should know where you came from. Gullah Proverb