Interesting Observations (shhh, it's a thread about everything!)

[m1469]

Recently I have decided to get into the best shape I possibly can be in, so I have started x-training again.  Swimming, biking, running, weight-lifting.  Anyway, as I was riding my bike today (I always ride with a few fingers on the brake lever for the back brake) I was thinking... hmmmmm....you know, I passed a beautiful silk scarf on my way out and had decided to pick it up on my way back if it was still there.... It was still there as it turns out, but I felt too guilty taking it, so I left it.  I dont' know, is it wrong? I think it still is...

Anyway, I started thinking about how I decided a few years ago to start biking very seriously (for me) and went out everyday.  I had a route that consisted of going straight uphill in several parts.  Pretty soon people started noticing and they would literally cheer me on.. they started asking me why I was doing this (?), I felt a little like Forrest Gump I suppose.  What is interesting to me is that people really got behind me on it and they did not even know who I was.  I have decided that there are many people in the world who respond with enthusiasm to honest effort and those people who recognize this in you will help you along with their enthusiasm for what you are doing.  That's good to know I guess. 

Oh and... I am going to be slightly crude now (too many years as a tomboy I guess) but I have realized an important thing... do you know how to tell whether you have burned off your last meal?  Your burps become empty, he he.  Probably also something good to know is that if you have not gotten to that point, you need to exercise more... he he.

(crazy) m1469

[m1469]

Here is another thing that simply must be explored.  It has to do with that bloody dating scene.... some years ago I went on a date with a fellow whom I really did not trust at all (this particular activity is highly over-rated, ladies).  We were on a hike actually and we were the only people to be found for miles.  Toward the top of our hike he pulled himself off to the side of the trail telling me he had ... uh.. browned himself.  Now, wanting to be polite and having been extremely shy then (even more than now) I did not want to assume it was a joke just in case he had a sincere "situation".  He proceeded to act as though he would get some of it out for me and show me, holding his fist closed and opening it revealing an empty hand (thank heavens).  But, I will say it was very uncomfortable, that situation was for me... please, men I IMPLORE YOU... DO NOT DO THESE THINGS !!!  he he.. just a word of advice for all of you men seeking "interesting" ways to get the ladies' attentions.

m1469 (off to do some weight-lifting)

ps- we never had another date

[pianonut]

dear m1469,

browned himself?  mayla, you're too much.  either you are making fun of me, or you omitted talking about your age just to spite me.  are we similar (crazy) in the fact that it only takes a small incident to completely blow it out of proportion by thinking about it so much.  take for instance the similarity between a dead squirrel and a silk scarf.  now the scarf cannot bite, and surely would not be dead (even after being run over multiple times).  but, what if scarves did bite?  what if the last time you went past it, it jumped up and bit you for not taking it?

and, what if that guy was really one of your old students in disguise (the one that kept the baseball bat in his pants during a lesson) and was disposed to play very difficult music only if he was 'feeling his oats' so to speak.  now, having gotten rid of him (by pawning him off on another student) he suddenly reappears in your life and you have to take a step back and think 'do i really trust this guy?  he looks like one of my old students.'  then, as he's pulling you off to the side of the road - you remember  ted's advice (i think it was ted) to sort of stay far to the left and kind of behind him and if he looks at you, to scowl.  you start doing a round about thing...where he is suspicious of you and you are suspicious of him, and all of a sudden a park ranger appears out of the blue.

it is at this point, age is called into question.  obviously the eldest is responsible for any inappropriate actions.  suddenly remembering the thread about choosing between decades, you choose the exact same one as fits the student.  thereby making any age difference irrelevant.  now, when you are riding up hills, face flushed, people cheering, people dropping silk scarves - you think back to the magic moment of youthful passion (way out in the boonies where no people were seen for miles and miles) and the park ranger who took your breath away (if only for a moment) when you thought you might be going to jail for something you didn't even start.

[m1469]

(*this is a pianting which I am hanging on the wall*)


Dear pianonut,

no no no, I am not making fun of you, nor am I doing anything to spite you. Now, what is it about my age anyway?  The thing is that nobody (or nearly so anyway) knows my exact age.  You know, I think we are similar Ms pianonut in that yes, we are perhaps a little crazy, but I would like to think only in the best ways, he he.  Yeah, that thinker of ours can really get us into some thinkful situations, eh?  I will admit, I decided to take it upon myself to try my hand at exuding a pianonutesque style about my story telling.  It's a pretty fun world you live in pianonut, how am I doing so far?  Do you feel like you are talking to yourself yet? he he, wink, wink.

Here are some things that I would really like to know.... who's whistling in the theme from "X-files" ?  I mean, where's it coming from?

I really did ride by a silk scarf on my bike ride... I suppose there are similarities, pianonut.. between this and a dead squirrel... but it happened... my left foot can attest to the trueness of my statements.  Maybe this post is about morality, please just tell me, would it have been wrong to take the scarf from off the street?  What if nothing becomes of this scarf aside from it sitting in a lonely fashionable heap aside the dingey road?  It's perhaps too sad a life to consider.

My date did not really say he "browned" himself, he chose other words, but I thought my choice of wording to be just fine in these cricumstances... btw.. whatever is it that would trigger such a trick within the mind of that person?  I wanted to run away, but instead, I did as you suggested Ted suggested a person do in such a case... I stayed to my side of the trail and *accidently* looked at him in utter confusion and disbelief, I am afraid my face is often a dead give away...

*reminiscing*  I once had a friend......... end of story maybe... he he




NO, but really, I once had a guy-friend who wanted to make sure I knew how to really get a guy good... he showed me the "moves" to carry out should I really need them... I am afraid the result was me spewing and laughing out my mouthful of water all over the walkway.... not very appealing I have come to find out...a little disconcerting for my friend as well... but we stay in touch as it turns out.

I guess I sure could have used a park ranger from out of nowhere that day with my date... his "funny" little skit was not the only thing I hated about that date... but alas, maybe my date was the park ranger.. an thus the park ranger was not there to save me and take my breath away (even if only for a moment).  Sigh, sigh...  There is no way that date was a former student of mine.. and I am pretty sure scarves do not bite...

tootles,
m1469 (off for a jog.... how's the tan coming along pianonut?)

[BoliverAllmon]

And I am pretty sure you gals scare me.

boliver

[pianonut]

yes, boliver, i've never needed to take self-defense.  all i have to do is talk.

mayla, those really exciting dates when you are single only exist when you are least expecting them.  lucky for us we came out alive and didn't end up missing in aruba.  perhaps it is good we are brunette and never partied that hard.  i think the worst thing i did in highschool was go to a sleepover at my friends house, drink rum and coke, giggle and jump on the bed, and then fall into a stuporous sleep.

once, on an international trip, i played a piece (allegro-apassionata) by saint-saens and was immediately proposed to by some guy from england.  i guess it was a boost to my ego, but would always have wondered if it was only my playing and not my looks.

then, there was a man at one of the concert series i kept attending (after i was married no less) that kept dropping his program every time i walked by.  to humor him, i picked it up and said 'did you drop this.'  he sheepishly smiled and probably by then saw the wedding ring and gave up.  I ALWASY WEAR IT, it is my secret weapon.  i even point it at people.

this is because i was once accosted in a piano room.  i had to hold my books in front of me, and kept saying something like 'i have to think about this.'   this made the guy laugh so hard, i had my get away.  being that he was 69 or 70, i outran him.  (why did i let him in to listen to his rag-time playing?)  oh, mayla, you have to be very careful nowdays!

you may wonder why i bother to get a tan.  well, to get a guy really good means to make yourself look the best you can and play hard to get.  ego boosting is basically doing something for yourself once in a while.  i started realizing with a family of three that you have to let them 'fend for themselves' once in a while.  now i just go off on a hike, go bicycle, or get a tan in the backyard.  the community college nearby always sends these flyers, so the next thing i want to do is go canoeing. 

ps. as far as the x-files whistler, i really don't have clue.  BUT, i did find yu a complete list of whistling songs.  www.thewhistler.com/tunes.htm    maybe there are some professional whistlers (like the one elvis hired to perform his whistling song).  wouldn't that be kick in the pants to professional pianists.  to get paid for whistling or playing the harmonica for a tv show and make millions, while the pianists starve. 
 

[m1469]

Okay, well pianonut, what I hear from you is that it is a tough job being beautiful, you have developed such grace with it pianonut.

Now, my thoughts about "getting a guy good" were along the lines of self-defense but as I have discovered, I am like you say you are... I only need to open my thoughts and away the men flee, he he, something as such anyway.  Hmmm, proposals after piano playing, what a life you lead... I wonder what that's like ?.... he he

Well, I think I must go and address the "more thoughts on interpretation and style" thread that is staring at me, hmmmm... we'll see.  Thanks for the whistling songs, actually I love whistling 

*shakes fist in the air* just for fun... being a woman can be such a tricky (but really fun) thing (boliver, don't be scared of us).

m1469 (she has decided to start singing again)

[pianonut]

i am not particularly beautiful, just good looking.  i attribute it to a lot of effort on my part to avoid hunching and walking too stiffly.  unfortunately, i have come to a crossroads in my life (at 44) where i am unable to do everything gracefully.  you mentioned sneezing, i think, at one point.  this is of particular concern to me if i am trying to impress someone.  (have severe allergies at times)  my eyes start watering, have to feel around in pockets for allegra tablets, my kleenex are blown to shreds (not to mention the prolonged time i just hold the kleenex on my nose).  no, mayla, you are mistaken.  i am not truly blond (just dyed it that way - sort of reddish-blondish-brownish - hard to describe) after my husband gawked at a blond during dinner shortly after i turned 40.  i decided right then and there to start my mid-life crisis.  thus, the cowboy attire, and nonchalant attitude toward household duties, etc.  i knew it would only get worse when i went to find a marriage counselor and they couldn't get me in for two weeks.  it was then that i was spending a lot of time in the piano practice rooms.  this occupied my passionate desires until i heard rag-time coming from a nearby room.  i stopped playing the walstein, and peeked into the room through the window.  then i went back and started playing again.  this must have perked the guys ego, and he (without knocking mind you) opened the door and proceeded to wheedle me off the bench (into the corner) and i listened with rapt attention to his chopin and then scott joplin.  despite the fact he was 69-70, i often listened to his music until it was cut short by a terrible car accident.

[lagin]

why is pianonut a "senior newbie?"  isn't thant an oxymoron? 

[pianonut]

i think i maxed out postings and had to start over again. 

[m1469]

why is pianonut a "senior newbie?"  isn't thant an oxymoron? 

Hmmmmm... people read my mind.  I was just wondering the very same thing.  What is really going on here, huh?     duu diii duu daa daa

[m1469]

Oh please, oh please, magic and lovely fairy of the pianoforum.. make me young again like the lady pianonut   

[pianonut]

mayla, the secret is reading children's books.  (or, get yourself a three year old to babysit).  hums the barney song, while twisting hair.  well, one thing i DID do was repair my marriage.  do you know how?  no, i didn't completely bury my cell phone in the back yard.  i just stopped answering it.  it would ring and ring.  and, being the honest person i have become again, stopped talking to that 70 year old guy DESPITE his car accident injuries.  retaliation is never good.  i accepted the fact that my husband only looked at the blond (she was a sort of dramatic type, and was being proposed to that night - immediately running to the phone, leaving her beau stupefied)  my husband had had a drink and was watching the whole thing like a soap opera.  despite my occasional elbow to the ribs, he was engrossed as he usually is to tom clancy novels.  figuring the blond hair to do the trick, i went and got a bottle of hair dye (for the first time).  it looked pretty good the first time (sort of reddish brown).  then it got progressively blonder.  my husband never complained.  what is it about blond hair?

occasionally i send the car accident friend a post card.  he told me about katya grineva (plays on cruise ships) and i recently told him about rebecca luker (great jazz singer of cole porter songs).  he reminices about events in his life, and i listen.  then, i tell him how i still want to be a concert pianist, and he listens.  maybe he understands the piano part of me better than hubby, but i don't care.  i married a special man because through all of the craziness of life, we both accept each other's faults and make more time lately to understand each other.  he doesn't look at anyone now, and i don't run to pick up the cell phone and talk. 

[m1469]

"No one said it would be easy... but no one said it'd be this hard.."

Yeah, I am just getting through my first mid-life crisis, I suppose I should not just plan to have another... I mean, maybe I have had enough, ya' know?  Anyway, it came early for me.  What does that mean exactly?  I realized lately, that the only way I am going to accomplish what I wish to accomplish, is by doing it.. he he.  NOT simply thinking about doing it.  I will just do.  I will sing, I will play the piano, I will be athletic, I will paint, I will draw, I will just do these things... "just do them", she says again.

On my bike I was thinking of Torp's motorcycle and his destinationless plans... just sets out and rides.  Probably you always end up somewhere, Torp.  I do that (on my bicycle, or in my car, or on my feets), sometimes.  Maybe a person can't quite help it even... I mean, do we ever really know where we are going? he he... 

The most beautiful music I know is that of listening to the sounds of life happening through me and around me.  I felt it and saw it and experienced that today, it was my very breath.  Music of the spheres my heart starts in on... "you know, maybe they were onto something with that", she thinks.  I will look into it 

m1469

[ted]

I think you are both very brave to actually cycle on the roads. I have a stationary cycle in the garage for aerobic exercise and, being too tight to pay a gym, I bought $20 worth of weights from the supermarket, a bullworker and an expander. The aerobic stuff is the most important at my age though.

If I ever had a mid-life crisis it must have passed without my knowing what it was. Mind you I can't remember having crises of any sort. I cause crises in those about me though, or so I am told - frequently.

[pianonut]

well, actually i don't ride on open roads normally.  usually drive to a bike trail, get off, unload bike (look around to check out the competition), pump up the tires, and off i go.  sometimes forgetting my helmet, which i then have to return to the car sheepishly and see if i can find it (did i bring it?).  oh well, returns to bike trail without helmet (risks always make you feel good when you get older).

then, asm1469and torp do, just ride and ride (sometimes thinking about the oddest things, or singing a tune i just made up).  it's really kind of a meditation thing for me.  the only thing that will snap me out of it is someone suddenly saying 'to your left really loud.'  at least with riding a motorcycle you don't have to deal with this.  by the end of the summer, hardly anyone says 'to your left.'  i start hogging the trail, just to see what people do when they can't get by.  swerving right and left and generally causing destruction (due to inferiority complex that i haven't lost the weight i wanted to - and each summer it getting worse).  actually, in truth i don't hog the trail that much.

ok.  i'm out to ride.  look for the windblown hair, the precision riding, the stopping on a dime, and, oh, no...is that my kleenex hanging out of my pocket. 

 

[m1469]

I ride on "open" roads, but the ones I pick are not he busiest ones.  Now, here is something else that I have realized... It is easier to weight lift after bicycling than it is  to bicycle after weight lifting.  I'll go ahead with the path of least resistence... it's my new and current motto after spending most my life on the path less trod (always a lot of bush whacking to do on that one)..

[Torp]

On my bike I was thinking of Torp's motorcycle and his destinationless plans... just sets out and rides.  Probably you always end up somewhere, Torp.

Of course I always end up somewhere.  The point really is that the destination is not nearly as important as the journey.  You must enjoy the journey since it often makes up the brunt of whatever endeavor we're on.  Just like piano playing.  I love the journey of discovery.  Being able to finally play a piece is just the icing on the cake.  There are times that I truly have a destination in mind, i.e. I'm going to ride from point A to point B.  However, the ride is my focus.  The fact that I get to the destination is just gravy.

Jef

[Siberian Husky]

DE QUE SE TRATA ESTA CONVERSACION!!!???


ugh.....humans 

[tds]

Oh please, oh please, magic and lovely fairy of the pianoforum.. make me young again like the lady pianonut   

oh oh, mayla, our administrator is against our dream to feel young again! *hurries himself and prays very hard so God will spare mayla's thread*

" .......just to feel "younger". In my opinion such posts are simply waste of space and above all, waste of time for all visitors that opens the thread." nilsjohan

tds

[m1469]

oh oh, mayla, our administrator is against our dream to feel young again! *hurries himself and prays very hard so God will spare mayla's thread*

" .......just to feel "younger". In my opinion such posts are simply waste of space and above all, waste of time for all visitors that opens the thread." nilsjohan

tds

Yeah... well, you know.  Some of the stuff on this thread is important.  Music of the spheres is interesting.  Pianonut's and Ted's and Torp's and your comments have been useful.  Let's see, some of the stuff on exercise has been true... "please, God, spare my thread.  I promise I will never ask to be young again.  It is just that I see pianonut and janice have both been born again...". 

There is useful stuff in this thread, there is !!!  I promise.

"Doctrine of ethos"...  those words are infiltrating my head lately

"Have a look here" she says 

https://www.charis.wlc.edu/publications/symposium_spring03/gurgel.pdf

https://magnusretail.com/lyrics/doctrineofethos.html

https://www.guitarpress.com/hsp1.html

https://www.archaeonia.com/arts/music/main.htm


*wonders if Bob knows his mind is acting up in this fashoin...*


m1469


It is just another "let's write a story" thread, of sorts...

welcome to the dahhkside, tds... Mwua ha ha haaaa

[tds]

'woooohoohh...darhhhkside! i love dark things: dark room, dark alley, dark skin..hmmm u name it

[Derek]

Why this obsession with tans on women? I prefer healthy looking but very pale skin.

[pianonut]

i suppose it's not that great for skin in the long run.  maybe when i'm 50 i'll stop.  it's sort of an addiction, once you figure out HOW to get a tan.  the trick is not to wear the same thing twice.  otherwise, you'll end up with bicycle short lines and have to take that fake tanner lotion and fill in the white spots.

flawless white skin is harder to come by than flawless tanned skin.  for one thing, in moderation, the sun makes your skin healthier, less prone to breakouts, and generally smoother.

ok.  mayla, i was thinking up a stage name for your singing career while bicycling.  i've got it. mylana.  and now, the famous maylana will come to the stage and sing cole porters "i love paris in the springtime" whilst dropping silk scarves.  (pianonut turns it into a musical in her head - 8-10 great looking guys come out and circle mylana and drop down on one knee.  then as she walks the stage they each pick up the silk scarves that she drops).

[m1469]

Torp wrote:

Of course I always end up somewhere. The point really is that the destination is not nearly as important as the journey. You must enjoy the journey since it often makes up the brunt of whatever endeavor we're on. Just like piano playing. I love the journey of discovery. Being able to finally play a piece is just the icing on the cake. There are times that I truly have a destination in mind, i.e. I'm going to ride from point A to point B. However, the ride is my focus. The fact that I get to the destination is just gravy.

Jef

Well you know, Torp, I just needed a way to introduce your character into this story.  Also, I felt like pinching and poking you a little.  In complete honesty, I think I have a ways to go with truly enjoying the journey with piano playing.  Perhaps it is a need for growth in general, living a little more authentically.  For a number of years I thought that was all that really mattered to me and I was head-over-heels in love with the process.  But then I was dropped on my a**.  It's been tougher than I would think it should be, to get back up.  I suppose I am terribly, terribly slow-moving with some things. 

There's a lot of dust everywhere, in my eyes even.  It's in my mouth and I keep crunching on pebbles I didn't even realize were there.  It's like some of my most horrible bike crashes... part of me stayed on the ground even after I managed to get myself up again.  Sometimes, no matter how much dusting one does, those particles just find their way back in one's mouth and into one's teeth and onto one's tongue.  Bitter that dirt is...But there is that corner right up ahead of me.. I can see it even, I am almost there, and then I will turn it and who knows where I will be...

pianonut, I like it, I like it a lot.  m1469na, he he.  Silk scarves, men on their knees... hmmmm...

m1469

(just got done with my run... off to bicycle... I am going to ride by that silk scarf... not sure what the right thing will be to do, should it still be there...)

[Tash]

this is such a bizarre thread...is it just getting older or are you 2 (mayla and pianonut) just slightly odd?! not that i have anything against oddess. it fascinates me really.

the obsession with tans- i have no idea, but i think i half developed an obsession because half my friends are obsessed and we just compete as to who has the most well-defined tan line around our hip area. but then i couldn't be bothered making the effort to cook myself intentionally so decided to just see how brown i could get wandering around uni in summer. so had a decent kind of watch tan and line around my shoulders from wearing too many t-shirts, but then my legs were shameful cos i tend to wear pants 95% of the time. but i think overall white skin takes just as much effort to look good as tanned skin- cos if you are just pasty, then it looks ugly and pasty and you just need to get some sun and stop studying.

i should take up bike riding, except i'd probably get hit by a car. i'll stick to walking.
personally if i saw the nice scarf i wouldn't take it cos who knows where it's been- i just imagine all the potential germs on it. but i guess if you picked it up in a plastic bag and washed it at home it'd be ok...

[Siberian Husky]

lol..white people and tan obsessions




uh oh..another racial slur 

[Torp]

Also, I felt like pinching and poking you a little.

Works for me, I rather enjoyed it!!   

I just got into Seattle on a business trip, but suspect I'll have some time to endulge my whimsical side a little and participate in this thread.  Sure hope it stays alive until then.

btw, m1469, you have inspired me to get off my incredibly fat a** and get back into my marathon running shape again.  Off to drink a beer to celebrate....

Jef

[Derek]

this is such a bizarre thread...is it just getting older or are you 2 (mayla and pianonut) just slightly odd?! not that i have anything against oddess. it fascinates me really.

the obsession with tans- i have no idea, but i think i half developed an obsession because half my friends are obsessed and we just compete as to who has the most well-defined tan line around our hip area. but then i couldn't be bothered making the effort to cook myself intentionally so decided to just see how brown i could get wandering around uni in summer. so had a decent kind of watch tan and line around my shoulders from wearing too many t-shirts, but then my legs were shameful cos i tend to wear pants 95% of the time. but i think overall white skin takes just as much effort to look good as tanned skin- cos if you are just pasty, then it looks ugly and pasty and you just need to get some sun and stop studying.

i should take up bike riding, except i'd probably get hit by a car. i'll stick to walking.
personally if i saw the nice scarf i wouldn't take it cos who knows where it's been- i just imagine all the potential germs on it. but i guess if you picked it up in a plastic bag and washed it at home it'd be ok...

oddess?  I should like to marry an oddess goddess.

[Torp]

I have decided that there are many people in the world who respond with enthusiasm to honest effort and those people who recognize this in you will help you along with their enthusiasm for what you are doing.

As Oprah would say, that's big, oooh that's Big, BIg BIG!

It's like some of my most horrible bike crashes... part of me stayed on the ground even after I managed to get myself up again.

I wonder if you have any idea just how profound that statement really is, bittersweet, but profound.

Jef

[Torp]

Here is another thing that simply must be explored.  It has to do with that bloody dating scene.... some years ago I went on a date with a fellow whom I really did not trust at all (this particular activity is highly over-rated, ladies).  We were on a hike actually and we were the only people to be found for miles.  Toward the top of our hike he pulled himself off to the side of the trail telling me he had ... uh.. browned himself.  Now, wanting to be polite and having been extremely shy then (even more than now) I did not want to assume it was a joke just in case he had a sincere "situation".  He proceeded to act as though he would get some of it out for me and show me, holding his fist closed and opening it revealing an empty hand (thank heavens).  But, I will say it was very uncomfortable, that situation was for me... please, men I IMPLORE YOU... DO NOT DO THESE THINGS !!!  he he.. just a word of advice for all of you men seeking "interesting" ways to get the ladies' attentions.

m1469 (off to do some weight-lifting)

ps- we never had another date

I'm agast, do men really need to be told this?  Apparently so, but my god...what a dumb a**

Jef

[Torp]

I only need to open my thoughts and away the men flee

But, whatever you do...do not stop opening them up.  It will be their loss if they flee.

Jef

[Torp]

what is it about blond hair?

Not a thing...opinions, however, vary I'm told.

Jef

[Torp]

DE QUE SE TRATA ESTA CONVERSACION!!!???

Que importa?  m1469 es una persona que siempre esta preguntando, buscando.  Por mi parte, a mi me gusta compartir el viaje un poco con ella.  Por lo menos, vale la pena.

Jef

[Siberian Husky]

Que importa?  m1469 es una persona que siempre esta preguntando, buscando.  Por mi parte, a mi me gusta compartir el viaje un poco con ella.  Por lo menos, vale la pena.

Jef

estas viejas siempre andan hablando de lo menso...aveces no entiendo...

digame...que se significa cuando una persona se viaja por bisicleta y se encuentra una chamara...o abrigo..o ni se lo que dijo que se encuentro....ay yayay..gringas

Siberian Husky=wetback

[bernhard]

estas viejas siempre andan hablando de lo menso...

Viejas? Ay caramba .

Yo espero que ellas no entiendam español. Ellas te puedem sacar los cojones.

Saludos,
Bernhard.

[Tash]

oddess? I should like to marry an oddess goddess.

oops i meant oddNess!!

but yes oddess goddess's are great too, peculiar creatures they are...

¡Sí seguro puedo hablar español apenas me mira voy woohoo hace esto tiene realmente sentido?

cos i can speak spanish...

[m1469]

Si, yo no puedo entender ni puedo hablar una palabra de espanol, ni para salvar mi vida. Simplemente porque estos temas no son entendidos facilmente por todo no los hace estupido, admitire, ellos son un poco abstractos.  A proposito, yo no soy viejo (a menos que usted considere 204 en ser viejo) ! 

*Magical elf of the pianoforum, please make me young again*... ooops 

Hey, this makes for a great part of the story anyway.. he he

m1469(na)

[m1469]

Que importa?  m1469 es una persona que siempre esta preguntando, buscando.  Por mi parte, a mi me gusta compartir el viaje un poco con ella.  Por lo menos, vale la pena.

Jef

Muchas gracias, amigo.

 Ellas te puedem sacar los cojones.

Esto es verdad, podria suceder, incluso si apenas para el divertido... he he

m1469(na) - off to ride my bike 

[Bob]

¿Por qué usted está hablando en español?

Warum nicht deutsch anstatt?

Ou Français ?

lol oh, это так забавляет. Кто-то урод воли вне когда они   


(tips hat) Comrades....

[m1469]

это так забавляет. Кто-то урод воли вне когда они

о чем Вы говорите?

Warum nicht deutsch anstatt?

Großer Plan, Mann

It's about time you came around Bob... *wonders where xvimbi went to... maybe he had a chocolate overdose?

m1469

[Torp]

¿Por qué usted está hablando en español?

Porque puedo.

Warum nicht deutsch anstatt?

Ich kiene spreche deutsch!!

Ou Français ?

je ne sais pas

lol oh, это так забавляет. Кто-то урод воли вне когда они

provesti prijatno vremja

[Torp]

Muchas gracias, amigo.

No hay de que, siempre te apoyo el viaje.

Jef

[Torp]

Simplemente porque estos temas no son entendidos facilmente por todo no los hace estupido, admitire, ellos son un poco abstractos.  A proposito, yo no soy viejo (a menos que usted considere 204 en ser viejo) ! 

Abstracto no significa estupido.  204?  Que eres un bebe todavia!  Tan joven que eres!

Jef

[Siberian Husky]

que chingados?...no mames huey..de veras sabes hablar de todas esas idiomas?..chinga su madre crabron..eres chingon!!!

[bernhard]

*wonders where xvimbi went to... maybe he had a chocolate overdose?

m1469

xvimbi mentioned somewhere he was going off on a month's holiday.

[Torp]

que chingados?...no mames huey..de veras sabes hablar de todas esas idiomas?..chinga su madre crabron..eres chingon!!!

Not sure if this was directed at me but I'll respond.

Spanish, yes, I know how to speak speak it.

German, had german classes in high school but all I really remember is what I said in my post which is "I can't speak German!"

French, never had any classes but learned how to say "I don't know"  Which is what I said above.

Russian, haven't a clue.  However, as fate would have it, I just met someone from russia at a conference I was at.  We were asking her how to say "Have fun" in Russian.  She said there isn't a direct transalation for fun in Russian.  Not speaking Russian I can't verify that claim.  Nonetheless, she taught me the Russian equivalent.  But, I have no clue how to get Russian letters/symbols when I'm on my computer so I just wrote out the phonetic version.  According to my contact, it is how you would say "Have fun" in Russian.

Having said all the above, I sure wish I could speak them all.  My Spanish professor, from years ago, spoke 12 languages, fluently.  I have no doubt there are a number of people on this forum that probably speak more than two fluently.  Italian and Portugese are next on my list.  That would give me four.

This thread has all been in the spirit of fun.  I'm not sure why you feel it is necessary to revert to telling me to do that with my mother

[m1469]

For Siberian Husky (at his request  )


The life of a doggy


doggy, doggy licks my feet
doggy, doggy wants a treat
"sit" I say, "little doggy"

doggy, doggy.. me tries to eat
as I ride my bicycle past his yard

"please don't barf on my rug" I say
it will be unpleasant for most the day
go outside now, little doggy

doggy chews on his bone
doggy burries his bone

doggy's eyes seem to say.. "I want food right now"
"I want food that tastes like a cow"
my food, he thinks, is better than his

go to bed now little doggy
rest your head now, little doggy

doggy doggy runs to bed
doggy doggy rests his head
the day starts over soon

[Siberian Husky]

LOL freakin sweet!!!! thanx m1469 

[tds]

awww, dahs cute!

now, try dazzer, the cat! hehe....

*wonders if s. husky is totally potty trained*