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Well, such is life. Damon is no Ruth, though. Don't get your hopes up. Besides, I saw a short article somewhere that said his wife, Delilah, was fearful that his hitting prowess might not continue now that he is a short-haired slave to Steinbrenner.DLL said:well that bambino trade worked out well for the yanks...
heres another q that just popped in my head.... what kind of woman gets you going yank?? I mean you like auburn hair or brown hair..describe what gets your blood pumping...![]()
Yank, oh crazy, enjoyable friend of mine, I asked if you had pets, not if you owned them! I'd never wish to vex or hex you and please leave the law out of this!midwestyankee said:The question of pet ownership is fraught with metaphysical traps. For example, do I own the pet, or, since the pet has me trained to feed her and bathe her and exercise her according to her schedule, does the pet own me? And since I live in a family, who, precisely, actually owns the animal? I am not aware of any kind of certificate of ownership, no title or deed as one would have for a car or house, so no legal standard appears to exist for pet ownership. that said, since I might pay for an annual license, my agreement to fork over the cash for said license could create a prima facie argument for ownership.
I can't answer your question, Cate. It raises too many other questions and I have but one lifetime in which to answer the questions which already vex me.
I love the Pemigewasset! This was so great to read - makes me yearn for the White Mountains and smile at all the memories I have stored there. It also sounds terrific to do and now you have my mind working to figure a way to do it come late spring or something. Very cool Scaly, thanks.Scalywag said:Cathleen, it is so kind of you to ask.
Kayaking is hands down my favorite. I like to paddle rivers, especially quickwater up to Class II rapids, but I don't do the heavy duty whitewater stuff. Also ponds and marshes are fun. There is so much to see, but it's from a different perspective. I've paddled short trips down the Merrimack River in the evening and seen a family of fox (foxes?), beaver (no jokes please), blue herons, hawks and turkey vultures. We saw an eagle last summer. I've paddled saltwater marshes that host a variety of birds and interesting plant life. I've paddled freshwater marshes and had the chance to watch numerous and various sized turtles.
My favorite is a 17 mile trip we do on the Pemigewasset river in the spring. Get an early start with family and friends and spend an entire day (like 9am to 7 pm) on the river, paddling flatwater, and riding quickwater and short rapids. We usually will have to line our boats (float them downriver empty using ropes) around a few strainers (fallen trees in the water), and have ample opportunity to practice other skills like wet entry (for you pervs out there that means getting into your boat after you've flipped it and fallen out in deep water), rescue rope throwing, and getting out of a river safely if you flip your boat.
OK, now you've done it. I'm going to have to get my books out and start planning a trip (I usually can wait until mid Feb. before I start getting the itch).
Thanks for asking Cathleen, it brings back lots of great memories.![]()
Long story short, one condition I have is called Peripheral neuropathy. It's a failure (screw up) of the nerves that carry information to and from the brain and spinal cord. This produces pain, loss of sensation, and inability to control muscles. Sort of like you cannot sense an attachment of your feet to the ground or your hands holding a pen etc. I can't feel my own pulse my fingers can't discern the beats. It's really odd and hard to explain. Mostly it's very painful and sometimes can be humorous.Scalywag said:Cathleen:
I sense from some of your posts that you at times struggle with pain, but I am not sure if it is of a physical or an emotional nature. If so, do you care to enlighten me? if I am wrong, please correct me.![]()
Scalywag said:Next time I feel the need to complain about limiting the things i would like to eat in order to keep my BP and LDL levels in order, I'll think of you, then try to keep my mouth shut.

Interesting BG. I guess shaking the family tree wouldn't be advisible then?bobsgirl said:I could answer this one of two ways.
I am a product of my genetic makeup My family tree has so many oddballs, I will start to look like the sane one.
Or, and more than likely the correct answer,
I am a product of my environment. I tend to gravitate towards oddballs. I have many friends who are odd in some ways, some more than others. It's bound to rub off.
Do you think being odd will ever be classified as a disability by the federal government? Will I ever be eligible for disability benefits due to my oddness?
You did wonderfully! As BG mentioned, we've talked about this and both share the opinion that we all need to whine and vent - it's natural and healthy I think. Please don't measure your stuff to mine - it just doesn't matter, we all have stuff. I said to BG that I dealt with heart failure far better then I deal with the common cold. I whine, moan, complain and am just not nice when I have a cold. Why can't they find a cure for that damn thing, I mean really, we've put men on the moon, traveled the world over and over, cured lots of things - but this damned little virus has us stumped! Talk about being humbled.bobsgirl said:I'd like to speak to this, if I may. It's only because I have talked with Cate about this very subject, last night as a matter of fact. Cate and I have a lot in common in that we both deal with ongoing medical disabilities everyday. I always feel bad when someone says this to me--it seems like just because our "hurdles" may be harder to climb over, that your "hurdles" have somehow lost their validity. I'm not explaining well, but I want you to know that if you want to whine and complain, I say, go for it! We all deserve sympathy and empathy for our troubles.
And as to the BP and LDL? I feel your pain, MrWag, I really do. Lowering my cholesterol is a project I'm not doing very well on.
How'd I do, Cate?
Thanks for letting me butt in here.![]()
Scalywag said:OK, nice job butting in BG, and also job well done in getting your point across. (BTW, you are welcome to butt in anytime as far as I'm concerned)
You do bring up a good point, that most people, in some form or another, have their own share of problems. Some may be worse that others when they are compared, but still most of us have them.
I admire you BG for standing up and speaking your mind.

Scalywag said:late May to mid June is a good time, or the day after a heavy rain (I like it when it rains on Fridays). There is also a spot where the river splits for a short distance. At the beginning of the split, there are a lot of large rocks and ledge and on a sunny day there will be a lot of people just hanging out. Also, there is a rope swing at the same spot; you'll see people using it that just don't want to grow up (like me).
There is at least one company that has canoe and kayak rentals on the Pemi, offering trips of various lengths and shuttle service.
Speaking of the White Mountains, I could use a little time in Crawford Notch right about now. Such a special place.
I love Crawford and Laconia Notch. I used to love dinner at The Notchway - at the first curve to Laconia Notch.Scalywag said:Cathleen:
Here is a postcard picture of Crawford Notch circa 1930 to 1945. The view is looking south from atop Mount Willard. Mount Webster on the left and mount Willey on the right. Although the road at the bottom is a little wider (and better for travel) and there might be a couple more buildings at the bottom, it pretty much still looks the same today.
WYSIWYG I once told someone that I'm not really a smart and kind guy who likes to make people laugh but I play one on the Internet. I lied about the smart part, though. I read a lot and learned early on how to cut and paste.bobsgirl said:Sir P. You seem to be so erudite and sophisticated. Is this really the case, or are you really a slob who sits around in his holey underwear, guzzling beer, belching, and eating Big Macs?![]()

For the love of Pete and all that is right in this world... do you have a death wish or somethin' BG!?! Damn, blasphemy I tell you, blasphemy. Take it back quick or the sun will die and we'll freeze.bobsgirl said:Sir P. You seem to be so erudite and sophisticated. Is this really the case, or are you really a slob who sits around in his holey underwear, guzzling beer, belching, and eating Big Macs?![]()
Interesting Ed, I never noticed a melancholy but that's not unusual I guess.silverwhisper said:cathleen: holy cats! i have to say, every time i read your posts, i had a sense that beneath there sweetness that i always see there's a layer of melancholy, but i had no idea!
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Guess you've forgotten about all those people who came out of Harvard, Yale, Dartmouth, Bowdoin, Bates, Smith, Amherst, MIT and places like that.Scalywag said:Am I the only one that needed to look up "erudite"?
Probably the real reason he never came back to NE, us common ordinary folk ain't sophisticated enough.![]()
They are the best show on all of NPR!midwestyankee said:Guess you've forgotten about all those people who came out of Harvard, Yale, Dartmouth, Bowdoin, Bates, Smith, Amherst, MIT and places like that.
Oh, and speaking of MIT, that means that you forgot about Click and Clack, the Tappet Brothers: the two smartest guys on public radio on Saturday morning. Purebred NE guys!