tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17204128.post3247803586010952072..comments2023-10-23T11:07:19.262-05:00Comments on Green Cathedral: 30Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278853060753601322noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17204128.post-27601640504380938052007-08-19T18:05:00.000-05:002007-08-19T18:05:00.000-05:00I could never get excited about dusting, no matter...I could never get excited about dusting, no matter what. Have you considered counseling? <BR/>I love running. I want to do it until I am so old that I keel over and die. I have weeney arms too. RT suggests push ups and sit ups for runners.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17204128.post-16659599838963307302007-08-19T12:42:00.000-05:002007-08-19T12:42:00.000-05:00Jennifer--I know thirty is a breeze, but I though ...Jennifer--I know thirty is a breeze, but I though stupidly I would have a recording contract by now to be honest...thirty is a bad number with those expectations. Otherwise, I think it's cool.<BR/><BR/>It is funny how we remember how to do things we did as kids but then can't do them anymore because we are bigger!<BR/><BR/>Doozie---I had a good laugh over your Wuss comments. My arms really do lack some strength, although they are pretty strong. I just know that my lower body is what weighs the most (duh, I am almost solid muscle in my legs). I do need to work on that a bit though. I just don't have tons of interest as far as that goes. As funny as it sounds, running has made my arms toned as well---don't know how--must be from swinging them slightly to and fro in my gait. Give me some serious tips---I know you are pretty stacked up there.<BR/><BR/>By the time forty hits I will be over it. I can't wait to turn forty actually. Then, I won't care anymore and can be myself. Forty is liberating, thirty is just plain not.Rhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04278853060753601322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17204128.post-67533883094634358702007-08-19T12:28:00.000-05:002007-08-19T12:28:00.000-05:00Hmm...starting somewhere...not sure where, feeling...Hmm...starting somewhere...not sure where, feeling lost in all this info.<BR/><BR/>Oh...the pull up thing, you do NOT weigh too much. You just don't exercise your arms. Because that is indeed pathetic you can only do a half of a pull up. Get busy! Snap to it woman! no one likes a woman with no pull up skills!!!!<BR/><BR/>On the 30 thing? I'd like to stab you for those comments, wait until you are 40. THEN you can whine. But I'm a little concerned that after hearing your feelings about 30 that 40 might just do you in. I rarely acknowledge it unless I need some compliments, then I go ahead and tell people my age to manipulate them into saying "oh you are NOT". I like that. Then I have to whip out my drivers license. I wonder what I will do for fun when I'm 50. Probably whip out my fake boobs.<BR/><BR/>ok that was inappropriate.<BR/><BR/>I forgot the rest of your post so I'll wrap up this commentary. Brought to you by a World for Utterly Safer Soap...WUSSAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17204128.post-39163993403417062732007-08-19T12:03:00.000-05:002007-08-19T12:03:00.000-05:00I still remember the first time, as an adult with ...I still remember the first time, as an adult with children, that I tried to swing on the monkey bars. I was shocked that I couldn't do it. I did it effortlessly as a child, but my upper body strength was too small, and my butt was too big. ;-)<BR/><BR/>30 is a breeze. You could be turning 40 like me. :-) I'm actually quite pleased to be turning 40 now.~Jenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15319711918555896841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17204128.post-18042572762393992422007-08-19T09:39:00.000-05:002007-08-19T09:39:00.000-05:00Leslee--Hey!! Long time no see!!! Great to see you...Leslee--Hey!! Long time no see!!! Great to see you are around, girly!<BR/><BR/>Carolanne---Smarties are little tart-sweet candies wrapped in plastic. When you open them up they all fall out so you have to be careful. <BR/><BR/>Yeah, I am a moron, have you noticed? I just typed and didn't think that that stupid sentence could be interpreted that way!!! HA ha!! You CAN make soap from ASH, but not dust. LOL!!! Dusting and then making soap in one day is not usual for me though. :)<BR/><BR/>Henny Penny--Thanks! :) The two actions are separate but you wouldn't know by the way I typed it!! Duh!!! Susie is going to have a field day with that one!!<BR/><BR/>December---hey I turn 30 then! No wonder we get along so well!Rhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04278853060753601322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17204128.post-60119516156116178822007-08-19T06:36:00.000-05:002007-08-19T06:36:00.000-05:00Hm... I didn't know you could make soap with dust....Hm... I didn't know you could make soap with dust... You are one talented lady my dear! :o)<BR/><BR/>30 miles? That's awesome! Woot!<BR/><BR/>I'll be 42 in December.Henny Pennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00560432481814290449noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17204128.post-57923026799388095232007-08-19T05:04:00.000-05:002007-08-19T05:04:00.000-05:00I do care that you ran 30 miles - I don't even wal...I do care that you ran 30 miles - I don't even walk that much in a week nor do I have the inclination to do so.<BR/><BR/>Smarties? Ours are chocolate coated candy very similar to M&Ms but M&Ms are American.<BR/><BR/>Now, not to be a smartie but was just wondering about this phrase: I dusted yesterday and made a batch of soap.<BR/><BR/>I've never made soap and rarely ever dusted. Do the 2 go together? :)Carolannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11948899343901608273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17204128.post-80584273867239162462007-08-18T22:57:00.000-05:002007-08-18T22:57:00.000-05:00Well, I'm sure you ran 30 miles more then me this ...Well, I'm sure you ran 30 miles more then me this week. <BR/><BR/>HI!!!Lesleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04949872709953861128noreply@blogger.com