Guest guest Posted August 22, 2005 Report Share Posted August 22, 2005 ! You're back! We've missed you and been worried about you. I know that wall seems impossible at times to climb but with help from all of your friends here, you can do it! I know you can! Tina > Not so long ago, in a land not too far away, there lived a giant. At > one time, the giant had been a man...living his life as men do... > drinking, playing and enjoying the world about him. However, over > time the man had suffered both physical and emotional injuries (some > dating back to his youth)and the combined effect began to take their > toll. In an effort to find solace - and to shield himself from life's > mounting pressures - food became his friend. > > He hoarded his new friend, packing it into various pockets around his > body, and with each passing season the sheild about him grew thicker. > However the shield offered no real protection...especially from the > arrows shot from within. Depression and frustration became his new, > unwelcome friends. He was no longer living his old life...drink meant > nothing, pain made play impossible and enjoyment of the world's > pleasures waned. > > After suffering enough of this self-imposed burden, the giant yearned > to be a man again...to enjoy life's pleasures. However his burden was > so great that the normal methods most go through would not benefit > him. So he traveled to see a wizard who had a drastic solution. > There were several simple trials that had to be passed and one larger > endeavor. > > The giant made it through the first few hoops - not an insignifcant > feat considering the size of his butt - and stared at the final wall. > Letting life's travails work against him, the giant could not climb > the wall. Try and again he did, until discouragement set in and he > looked to another ill-timed friend - slumber. There he stayed for > many weeks, not having to live with his inability to climb the wall. > > Then a few days ago, while still deep in lethargy, a bird happened to > fly by and see the giant. Miss Robynn Redbreast was her name...and > she landed in a branch not far from the slumbering colossus. For some > reason, she found herself intrigued and wanted to wake him. She sang > her song (in French no less) and slowly the giant rumplestilskin rose > from his dormancy. > > Ms. Redbreast sang her song...sweet notes of promise and hope mixed in > with a few sour notes of a promised butt kicking should the giant not > get it in gear! And finally, she sang about the patron saint of music > and musicians...St. Cecelia...and her coming adventure. Soon would > her life story include a visit to the Land of Fremont and an exploit > with a wizard. > > The giant could not sit by and let that go unrecognized. Too many > other worthy adventurers had come and gone without receiving their > due. So rust, dirt and cobwebs came off...songs are to be > written...an ode to a certain San Franciscan should be trumpeted...as > well as a sincere thank you to all my well wishers. > > ...and a new assault on the wall has begun. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 22, 2005 Report Share Posted August 22, 2005 that was awesome!! (made me all teary eyed)-I know you'll make it over the wall this time, you've got many helping hands! ____________________________________________________ Start your day with Yahoo! - make it your home page http://www.yahoo.com/r/hs Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 22, 2005 Report Share Posted August 22, 2005 Welcome back I an so glad that you have decided to waken up and join us again. You have such a wonderful way with words and your lack of presence in the groups conversations has been duly noted. You have been missed by all. Ramona Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 22, 2005 Report Share Posted August 22, 2005 , I love the way you wrote that. Glad you dusted off your cobwebs and have such wonderful friends. It was great to see a post from you. Kristie > > > Date: 2005/08/22 Mon AM 11:07:45 PDT > To: gastric-bypass-support-kaiser-patients > Subject: So I was sleeping... > > Not so long ago, in a land not too far away, there lived a giant. At one time, the giant had been a man...living his life as men do... drinking, playing and enjoying the world about him. However, over time the man had suffered both physical and emotional injuries (some dating back to his youth)and the combined effect began to take their toll. In an effort to find solace - and to shield himself from life's mounting pressures - food became his friend. He hoarded his new friend, packing it into various pockets around his body, and with each passing season the sheild about him grew thicker. However the shield offered no real protection...especially from the arrows shot from within. Depression and frustration became his new, unwelcome friends. He was no longer living his old life...drink meant nothing, pain made play impossible and enjoyment of the world's pleasures waned. After suffering enough of this self-imposed burden, the giant yearned to be a man again...to enjoy life's pleasures. However his burden was so great that the normal methods most go through would not benefit him. So he traveled to see a wizard who had a drastic solution. There were several simple trials that had to be passed and one larger endeavor. The giant made it through the first few hoops - not an insignifcant feat considering the size of his butt - and stared at the final wall. Letting life's travails work against him, the giant could not climb the wall. Try and again he did, until discouragement set in and he looked to another ill-timed friend - slumber. There he stayed for many weeks, not having to live with his inability to climb the wall. Then a few days ago, while still deep in lethargy, a bird happened to fly by and see the giant. Miss Robynn Redbreast was her name...and she landed in a branch not far from the slumbering colossus. For some reason, she found herself intrigued and wanted to wake him. She sang her song (in French no less) and slowly the giant rumplestilskin rose from his dormancy. Ms. Redbreast sang her song...sweet notes of promise and hope mixed in with a few sour notes of a promised butt kicking should the giant not get it in gear! And finally, she sang about the patron saint of music and musicians...St. Cecelia...and her coming adventure. Soon would her life story include a visit to the Land of Fremont and an exploit with a wizard. The giant could not sit by and let that go unrecognized. Too many other worthy adventurers had come and gone without receiving their due. So rust, dirt and cobwebs came off...songs are to be written...an ode to a certain San Franciscan should be trumpeted...as well as a sincere thank you to all my well wishers. ....and a new assault on the wall has begun. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 22, 2005 Report Share Posted August 22, 2005 !!!! OMG We missed you soooo much!!!!! Glad you are back amongst us!!! Huggles > Not so long ago, in a land not too far away, there lived a giant. At > one time, the giant had been a man...living his life as men do... > drinking, playing and enjoying the world about him. However, over > time the man had suffered both physical and emotional injuries (some > dating back to his youth)and the combined effect began to take their > toll. In an effort to find solace - and to shield himself from life's > mounting pressures - food became his friend. > > He hoarded his new friend, packing it into various pockets around his > body, and with each passing season the sheild about him grew thicker. > However the shield offered no real protection...especially from the > arrows shot from within. Depression and frustration became his new, > unwelcome friends. He was no longer living his old life...drink meant > nothing, pain made play impossible and enjoyment of the world's > pleasures waned. > > After suffering enough of this self-imposed burden, the giant yearned > to be a man again...to enjoy life's pleasures. However his burden was > so great that the normal methods most go through would not benefit > him. So he traveled to see a wizard who had a drastic solution. > There were several simple trials that had to be passed and one larger > endeavor. > > The giant made it through the first few hoops - not an insignifcant > feat considering the size of his butt - and stared at the final wall. > Letting life's travails work against him, the giant could not climb > the wall. Try and again he did, until discouragement set in and he > looked to another ill-timed friend - slumber. There he stayed for > many weeks, not having to live with his inability to climb the wall. > > Then a few days ago, while still deep in lethargy, a bird happened to > fly by and see the giant. Miss Robynn Redbreast was her name...and > she landed in a branch not far from the slumbering colossus. For some > reason, she found herself intrigued and wanted to wake him. She sang > her song (in French no less) and slowly the giant rumplestilskin rose > from his dormancy. > > Ms. Redbreast sang her song...sweet notes of promise and hope mixed in > with a few sour notes of a promised butt kicking should the giant not > get it in gear! And finally, she sang about the patron saint of music > and musicians...St. Cecelia...and her coming adventure. Soon would > her life story include a visit to the Land of Fremont and an exploit > with a wizard. > > The giant could not sit by and let that go unrecognized. Too many > other worthy adventurers had come and gone without receiving their > due. So rust, dirt and cobwebs came off...songs are to be > written...an ode to a certain San Franciscan should be trumpeted...as > well as a sincere thank you to all my well wishers. > > ...and a new assault on the wall has begun. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 22, 2005 Report Share Posted August 22, 2005 !!! I am so happy to hear from you! As always your words are music to my ears and I am just grateful that you are kicking butt again!!! That wall can not hold you! Welcome back out witty friend! Love you! Cecilia --- onebigscot@...> wrote: > Not so long ago, in a land not too far away, there > lived a giant. At > one time, the giant had been a man...living his life > as men do... > drinking, playing and enjoying the world about him. > However, over > time the man had suffered both physical and > emotional injuries (some > dating back to his youth)and the combined effect > began to take their > toll. In an effort to find solace - and to shield > himself from life's > mounting pressures - food became his friend. > > He hoarded his new friend, packing it into various > pockets around his > body, and with each passing season the sheild about > him grew thicker. > However the shield offered no real > protection...especially from the > arrows shot from within. Depression and frustration > became his new, > unwelcome friends. He was no longer living his old > life...drink meant > nothing, pain made play impossible and enjoyment of > the world's > pleasures waned. > > After suffering enough of this self-imposed burden, > the giant yearned > to be a man again...to enjoy life's pleasures. > However his burden was > so great that the normal methods most go through > would not benefit > him. So he traveled to see a wizard who had a > drastic solution. > There were several simple trials that had to be > passed and one larger > endeavor. > > The giant made it through the first few hoops - not > an insignifcant > feat considering the size of his butt - and stared > at the final wall. > Letting life's travails work against him, the giant > could not climb > the wall. Try and again he did, until > discouragement set in and he > looked to another ill-timed friend - slumber. There > he stayed for > many weeks, not having to live with his inability to > climb the wall. > > Then a few days ago, while still deep in lethargy, a > bird happened to > fly by and see the giant. Miss Robynn Redbreast was > her name...and > she landed in a branch not far from the slumbering > colossus. For some > reason, she found herself intrigued and wanted to > wake him. She sang > her song (in French no less) and slowly the giant > rumplestilskin rose > from his dormancy. > > Ms. Redbreast sang her song...sweet notes of promise > and hope mixed in > with a few sour notes of a promised butt kicking > should the giant not > get it in gear! And finally, she sang about the > patron saint of music > and musicians...St. Cecelia...and her coming > adventure. Soon would > her life story include a visit to the Land of > Fremont and an exploit > with a wizard. > > The giant could not sit by and let that go > unrecognized. Too many > other worthy adventurers had come and gone without > receiving their > due. So rust, dirt and cobwebs came off...songs are > to be > written...an ode to a certain San Franciscan should > be trumpeted...as > well as a sincere thank you to all my well wishers. > > ...and a new assault on the wall has begun. > > > > ____________________________________________________ Start your day with Yahoo! - make it your home page http://www.yahoo.com/r/hs Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 22, 2005 Report Share Posted August 22, 2005 , You should become a children's author with an imagination like that. Fabulous!! Glad to see you back. Jeanne -- In gastric-bypass-support-kaiser- patients , " " wrote: > Not so long ago, in a land not too far away, there lived a giant. At > one time, the giant had been a man...living his life as men do... > drinking, playing and enjoying the world about him. However, over > time the man had suffered both physical and emotional injuries (some > dating back to his youth)and the combined effect began to take their > toll. In an effort to find solace - and to shield himself from life's > mounting pressures - food became his friend. > > He hoarded his new friend, packing it into various pockets around his > body, and with each passing season the sheild about him grew thicker. > However the shield offered no real protection...especially from the > arrows shot from within. Depression and frustration became his new, > unwelcome friends. He was no longer living his old life...drink meant > nothing, pain made play impossible and enjoyment of the world's > pleasures waned. > > After suffering enough of this self-imposed burden, the giant yearned > to be a man again...to enjoy life's pleasures. However his burden was > so great that the normal methods most go through would not benefit > him. So he traveled to see a wizard who had a drastic solution. > There were several simple trials that had to be passed and one larger > endeavor. > > The giant made it through the first few hoops - not an insignifcant > feat considering the size of his butt - and stared at the final wall. > Letting life's travails work against him, the giant could not climb > the wall. Try and again he did, until discouragement set in and he > looked to another ill-timed friend - slumber. There he stayed for > many weeks, not having to live with his inability to climb the wall. > > Then a few days ago, while still deep in lethargy, a bird happened to > fly by and see the giant. Miss Robynn Redbreast was her name...and > she landed in a branch not far from the slumbering colossus. For some > reason, she found herself intrigued and wanted to wake him. She sang > her song (in French no less) and slowly the giant rumplestilskin rose > from his dormancy. > > Ms. Redbreast sang her song...sweet notes of promise and hope mixed in > with a few sour notes of a promised butt kicking should the giant not > get it in gear! And finally, she sang about the patron saint of music > and musicians...St. Cecelia...and her coming adventure. Soon would > her life story include a visit to the Land of Fremont and an exploit > with a wizard. > > The giant could not sit by and let that go unrecognized. Too many > other worthy adventurers had come and gone without receiving their > due. So rust, dirt and cobwebs came off...songs are to be > written...an ode to a certain San Franciscan should be trumpeted...as > well as a sincere thank you to all my well wishers. > > ...and a new assault on the wall has begun. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 22, 2005 Report Share Posted August 22, 2005 Hey , glad you're back! I hope it makes you smile to have all us gorgeous women so happy to have you back, letting you know we missed you! -- Eleanor Oster eleanor@... (personal address) www.smallboxes.com/gastricbypass.htm San , CA Open RNY (100 cm bypassed) 07/15/2003 P. Fisher, M.D., Kaiser Richmond (CA) ~5'9 " tall 05/09/2003 319 Orientation 07/15/2003 ~290 Surgery Current 150-155 Goal until plastics? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 22, 2005 Report Share Posted August 22, 2005 --There he is!!!! please tell the fremont group how your doing- we have been wondering about you! remember we need you like you need us! sarah castro - In gastric-bypass-support-kaiser-patients , Eleanor Oster wrote: > Hey , glad you're back! I hope it makes you smile to have all us > gorgeous women so happy to have you back, letting you know we missed you! > > -- > Eleanor Oster > eleanor@s... (personal address) > www.smallboxes.com/gastricbypass.htm > San , CA > Open RNY (100 cm bypassed) 07/15/2003 > P. Fisher, M.D., Kaiser Richmond (CA) > ~5'9 " tall > 05/09/2003 319 Orientation > 07/15/2003 ~290 Surgery > Current 150-155 Goal until plastics? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 22, 2005 Report Share Posted August 22, 2005 What a nice story . Hi there... I'm one of the newbies here, Ron, and I live in a land called Napa. I am just getting back into the program at Richmond and, in fact, had my "upgrade class" just today. (And for those of you keeping track... I didn't quite meet my goal of getting down to 490, but did make it to 492 <BG>.) So, welcome back, after an apparent absence. Ron So I was sleeping... Not so long ago, in a land not too far away, there lived a giant. At one time, the giant had been a man...living his life as men do... drinking, playing and enjoying the world about him. However, over time the man had suffered both physical and emotional injuries (some dating back to his youth)and the combined effect began to take their toll. In an effort to find solace - and to shield himself from life's mounting pressures - food became his friend.He hoarded his new friend, packing it into various pockets around his body, and with each passing season the sheild about him grew thicker. However the shield offered no real protection...especially from the arrows shot from within. Depression and frustration became his new, unwelcome friends. He was no longer living his old life...drink meant nothing, pain made play impossible and enjoyment of the world's pleasures waned. After suffering enough of this self-imposed burden, the giant yearned to be a man again...to enjoy life's pleasures. However his burden was so great that the normal methods most go through would not benefit him. So he traveled to see a wizard who had a drastic solution. There were several simple trials that had to be passed and one larger endeavor. The giant made it through the first few hoops - not an insignifcant feat considering the size of his butt - and stared at the final wall. Letting life's travails work against him, the giant could not climb the wall. Try and again he did, until discouragement set in and he looked to another ill-timed friend - slumber. There he stayed for many weeks, not having to live with his inability to climb the wall.Then a few days ago, while still deep in lethargy, a bird happened to fly by and see the giant. Miss Robynn Redbreast was her name...and she landed in a branch not far from the slumbering colossus. For some reason, she found herself intrigued and wanted to wake him. She sang her song (in French no less) and slowly the giant rumplestilskin rose from his dormancy.Ms. Redbreast sang her song...sweet notes of promise and hope mixed in with a few sour notes of a promised butt kicking should the giant not get it in gear! And finally, she sang about the patron saint of music and musicians...St. Cecelia...and her coming adventure. Soon would her life story include a visit to the Land of Fremont and an exploit with a wizard. The giant could not sit by and let that go unrecognized. Too many other worthy adventurers had come and gone without receiving their due. So rust, dirt and cobwebs came off...songs are to be written...an ode to a certain San Franciscan should be trumpeted...as well as a sincere thank you to all my well wishers....and a new assault on the wall has begun. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 22, 2005 Report Share Posted August 22, 2005 , you made me cry. What a lovely story. (You really do have talent for the poetic turn of phrase, don't you?!?) I am so proud of you, my sweet Giant. You will get over that damned wall even if we all have to make a human ladder for you. Big fat kiss, Robynn Redbreast (and no, my breasts are not red. Ok, they are now, but that's because I'm blushing...) wrote: Not so long ago, in a land not too far away, there lived a giant. At one time, the giant had been a man...living his life as men do... drinking, playing and enjoying the world about him. However, over time the man had suffered both physical and emotional injuries (some dating back to his youth)and the combined effect began to take their toll. In an effort to find solace - and to shield himself from life's mounting pressures - food became his friend.He hoarded his new friend, packing it into various pockets around his body, and with each passing season the sheild about him grew thicker. However the shield offered no real protection...especially from the arrows shot from within. Depression and frustration became his new, unwelcome friends. He was no longer living his old life...drink meant nothing, pain made play impossible and enjoyment of the world's pleasures waned. After suffering enough of this self-imposed burden, the giant yearned to be a man again...to enjoy life's pleasures. However his burden was so great that the normal methods most go through would not benefit him. So he traveled to see a wizard who had a drastic solution. There were several simple trials that had to be passed and one larger endeavor. The giant made it through the first few hoops - not an insignifcant feat considering the size of his butt - and stared at the final wall. Letting life's travails work against him, the giant could not climb the wall. Try and again he did, until discouragement set in and he looked to another ill-timed friend - slumber. There he stayed for many weeks, not having to live with his inability to climb the wall.Then a few days ago, while still deep in lethargy, a bird happened to fly by and see the giant. Miss Robynn Redbreast was her name...and she landed in a branch not far from the slumbering colossus. For some reason, she found herself intrigued and wanted to wake him. She sang her song (in French no less) and slowly the giant rumplestilskin rose from his dormancy.Ms. Redbreast sang her song...sweet notes of promise and hope mixed in with a few sour notes of a promised butt kicking should the giant not get it in gear! And finally, she sang about the patron saint of music and musicians...St. Cecelia...and her coming adventure. Soon would her life story include a visit to the Land of Fremont and an exploit with a wizard. The giant could not sit by and let that go unrecognized. Too many other worthy adventurers had come and gone without receiving their due. So rust, dirt and cobwebs came off...songs are to be written...an ode to a certain San Franciscan should be trumpeted...as well as a sincere thank you to all my well wishers....and a new assault on the wall has begun. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 22, 2005 Report Share Posted August 22, 2005 Actually, ...I think you and Ron will hit it off. He's a great guy (like yourself) and witty, too. Maybe you guys can get over that freakity freaking freak freak wall together. RobynnBBQ Man wrote: What a nice story . Hi there... I'm one of the newbies here, Ron, and I live in a land called Napa. I am just getting back into the program at Richmond and, in fact, had my "upgrade class" just today. (And for those of you keeping track... I didn't quite meet my goal of getting down to 490, but did make it to 492 <BG>.) So, welcome back, after an apparent absence. Ron So I was sleeping... Not so long ago, in a land not too far away, there lived a giant. At one time, the giant had been a man...living his life as men do... drinking, playing and enjoying the world about him. However, over time the man had suffered both physical and emotional injuries (some dating back to his youth)and the combined effect began to take their toll. In an effort to find solace - and to shield himself from life's mounting pressures - food became his friend.He hoarded his new friend, packing it into various pockets around his body, and with each passing season the sheild about him grew thicker. However the shield offered no real protection...especially from the arrows shot from within. Depression and frustration became his new, unwelcome friends. He was no longer living his old life...drink meant nothing, pain made play impossible and enjoyment of the world's pleasures waned. After suffering enough of this self-imposed burden, the giant yearned to be a man again...to enjoy life's pleasures. However his burden was so great that the normal methods most go through would not benefit him. So he traveled to see a wizard who had a drastic solution. There were several simple trials that had to be passed and one larger endeavor. The giant made it through the first few hoops - not an insignifcant feat considering the size of his butt - and stared at the final wall. Letting life's travails work against him, the giant could not climb the wall. Try and again he did, until discouragement set in and he looked to another ill-timed friend - slumber. There he stayed for many weeks, not having to live with his inability to climb the wall.Then a few days ago, while still deep in lethargy, a bird happened to fly by and see the giant. Miss Robynn Redbreast was her name...and she landed in a branch not far from the slumbering colossus. For some reason, she found herself intrigued and wanted to wake him. She sang her song (in French no less) and slowly the giant rumplestilskin rose from his dormancy.Ms. Redbreast sang her song...sweet notes of promise and hope mixed in with a few sour notes of a promised butt kicking should the giant not get it in gear! And finally, she sang about the patron saint of music and musicians...St. Cecelia...and her coming adventure. Soon would her life story include a visit to the Land of Fremont and an exploit with a wizard. The giant could not sit by and let that go unrecognized. Too many other worthy adventurers had come and gone without receiving their due. So rust, dirt and cobwebs came off...songs are to be written...an ode to a certain San Franciscan should be trumpeted...as well as a sincere thank you to all my well wishers....and a new assault on the wall has begun. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 22, 2005 Report Share Posted August 22, 2005 Funny you should mention that freakity freaking freak freak wall... Last night I attempted to walk home from work, which is about 1/2 mile or so. I got about 3/4 of the way before I had one of my cabs take me the rest of the way. I was really sweating like a.. well, you know. It was a valiant effort, but I think I'll wait a bit before trying that "wall" again, but try I will! Ron So I was sleeping... Not so long ago, in a land not too far away, there lived a giant. At one time, the giant had been a man...living his life as men do... drinking, playing and enjoying the world about him. However, over time the man had suffered both physical and emotional injuries (some dating back to his youth)and the combined effect began to take their toll. In an effort to find solace - and to shield himself from life's mounting pressures - food became his friend.He hoarded his new friend, packing it into various pockets around his body, and with each passing season the sheild about him grew thicker. However the shield offered no real protection...especially from the arrows shot from within. Depression and frustration became his new, unwelcome friends. He was no longer living his old life...drink meant nothing, pain made play impossible and enjoyment of the world's pleasures waned. After suffering enough of this self-imposed burden, the giant yearned to be a man again...to enjoy life's pleasures. However his burden was so great that the normal methods most go through would not benefit him. So he traveled to see a wizard who had a drastic solution. There were several simple trials that had to be passed and one larger endeavor. The giant made it through the first few hoops - not an insignifcant feat considering the size of his butt - and stared at the final wall. Letting life's travails work against him, the giant could not climb the wall. Try and again he did, until discouragement set in and he looked to another ill-timed friend - slumber. There he stayed for many weeks, not having to live with his inability to climb the wall.Then a few days ago, while still deep in lethargy, a bird happened to fly by and see the giant. Miss Robynn Redbreast was her name...and she landed in a branch not far from the slumbering colossus. For some reason, she found herself intrigued and wanted to wake him. She sang her song (in French no less) and slowly the giant rumplestilskin rose from his dormancy.Ms. Redbreast sang her song...sweet notes of promise and hope mixed in with a few sour notes of a promised butt kicking should the giant not get it in gear! And finally, she sang about the patron saint of music and musicians...St. Cecelia...and her coming adventure. Soon would her life story include a visit to the Land of Fremont and an exploit with a wizard. The giant could not sit by and let that go unrecognized. Too many other worthy adventurers had come and gone without receiving their due. So rust, dirt and cobwebs came off...songs are to be written...an ode to a certain San Franciscan should be trumpeted...as well as a sincere thank you to all my well wishers....and a new assault on the wall has begun. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 23, 2005 Report Share Posted August 23, 2005 Yay Ron! You will make it next time! Laurie __________________________________ Yahoo! Mail Stay connected, organized, and protected. Take the tour: http://tour.mail.yahoo.com/mailtour.html Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 23, 2005 Report Share Posted August 23, 2005 WOW!!!!!!! A half mile?!!! I can't even walk two doors down to the mailbox! (And I am being serious) Congrats, Ron!! Pam b --- BBQ Man bbq_man@...> wrote: > Funny you should mention that freakity freaking > freak freak wall... Last night I attempted to > walk home from work, which is about 1/2 mile or so. > I got about 3/4 of the way before I had one of my > cabs take me the rest of the way. I was really > sweating like a.. well, you know. It was a > valiant effort, but I think I'll wait a bit before > trying that " wall " again, but try I will! > > Ron > > So I was > sleeping... > > > Not so long ago, in a land not too far away, > there lived a giant. At > one time, the giant had been a man...living > his life as men do... > drinking, playing and enjoying the world about > him. However, over > time the man had suffered both physical and > emotional injuries (some > dating back to his youth)and the combined > effect began to take their > toll. In an effort to find solace - and to > shield himself from life's > mounting pressures - food became his friend. > > He hoarded his new friend, packing it into > various pockets around his > body, and with each passing season the sheild > about him grew thicker. > However the shield offered no real > protection...especially from the > arrows shot from within. Depression and > frustration became his new, > unwelcome friends. He was no longer living > his old life...drink meant > nothing, pain made play impossible and > enjoyment of the world's > pleasures waned. > > After suffering enough of this self-imposed > burden, the giant yearned > to be a man again...to enjoy life's pleasures. > However his burden was > so great that the normal methods most go > through would not benefit > him. So he traveled to see a wizard who had a > drastic solution. > There were several simple trials that had to > be passed and one larger > endeavor. > > The giant made it through the first few hoops > - not an insignifcant > feat considering the size of his butt - and > stared at the final wall. > Letting life's travails work against him, the > giant could not climb > the wall. Try and again he did, until > discouragement set in and he > looked to another ill-timed friend - slumber. > There he stayed for > many weeks, not having to live with his > inability to climb the wall. > > Then a few days ago, while still deep in > lethargy, a bird happened to > fly by and see the giant. Miss Robynn > Redbreast was her name...and > she landed in a branch not far from the > slumbering colossus. For some > reason, she found herself intrigued and wanted > to wake him. She sang > her song (in French no less) and slowly the > giant rumplestilskin rose > from his dormancy. > > Ms. Redbreast sang her song...sweet notes of > promise and hope mixed in > with a few sour notes of a promised butt > kicking should the giant not > get it in gear! And finally, she sang about > the patron saint of music > and musicians...St. Cecelia...and her coming > adventure. Soon would > her life story include a visit to the Land of > Fremont and an exploit > with a wizard. > > The giant could not sit by and let that go > unrecognized. Too many > other worthy adventurers had come and gone > without receiving their > due. So rust, dirt and cobwebs came > off...songs are to be > written...an ode to a certain San Franciscan > should be trumpeted...as > well as a sincere thank you to all my well > wishers. > > ...and a new assault on the wall has begun. > > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 23, 2005 Report Share Posted August 23, 2005 Keep it up Ron (and )! Bit by bit, you'll be able to do more and more. Pre-op, I couldn't walk from my apartment to my car, without being out of breath. I barely made it from the KSSF parking lot to my orientation meeting, without having to stop and rest along the way. Immediatly post-op, I could do one lap around my neighborhood park (1/10th mi). I kept going a little bit farther every day. Today (two years post-op) I do a daily 30-minute circuit at Cuts (Think Curves for men) followed by a mile (at 3mph) on the treadmill. You guys can and will do it! Tim -240 > > What a nice story . Hi there... I'm one > > of the newbies here, Ron, and I live in a land > > called Napa. I am just getting back into the > > program at Richmond and, in fact, had my " upgrade > > class " just today. (And for those of you keeping > > track... I didn't quite meet my goal of getting down > > to 490, but did make it to 492 .) So, welcome > > back, after an apparent absence. > > > > Ron > > > > So I was > > sleeping... > > > > > > Not so long ago, in a land not too far away, > > there lived a giant. At > > one time, the giant had been a man...living > > his life as men do... > > drinking, playing and enjoying the world about > > him. However, over > > time the man had suffered both physical and > > emotional injuries (some > > dating back to his youth)and the combined > > effect began to take their > > toll. In an effort to find solace - and to > > shield himself from life's > > mounting pressures - food became his friend. > > > > He hoarded his new friend, packing it into > > various pockets around his > > body, and with each passing season the sheild > > about him grew thicker. > > However the shield offered no real > > protection...especially from the > > arrows shot from within. Depression and > > frustration became his new, > > unwelcome friends. He was no longer living > > his old life...drink meant > > nothing, pain made play impossible and > > enjoyment of the world's > > pleasures waned. > > > > After suffering enough of this self-imposed > > burden, the giant yearned > > to be a man again...to enjoy life's pleasures. > > However his burden was > > so great that the normal methods most go > > through would not benefit > > him. So he traveled to see a wizard who had a > > drastic solution. > > There were several simple trials that had to > > be passed and one larger > > endeavor. > > > > The giant made it through the first few hoops > > - not an insignifcant > > feat considering the size of his butt - and > > stared at the final wall. > > Letting life's travails work against him, the > > giant could not climb > > the wall. Try and again he did, until > > discouragement set in and he > > looked to another ill-timed friend - slumber. > > There he stayed for > > many weeks, not having to live with his > > inability to climb the wall. > > > > Then a few days ago, while still deep in > > lethargy, a bird happened to > > fly by and see the giant. Miss Robynn > > Redbreast was her name...and > > she landed in a branch not far from the > > slumbering colossus. For some > > reason, she found herself intrigued and wanted > > to wake him. She sang > > her song (in French no less) and slowly the > > giant rumplestilskin rose > > from his dormancy. > > > > Ms. Redbreast sang her song...sweet notes of > > promise and hope mixed in > > with a few sour notes of a promised butt > > kicking should the giant not > > get it in gear! And finally, she sang about > > the patron saint of music > > and musicians...St. Cecelia...and her coming > > adventure. Soon would > > her life story include a visit to the Land of > > Fremont and an exploit > > with a wizard. > > > > The giant could not sit by and let that go > > unrecognized. Too many > > other worthy adventurers had come and gone > > without receiving their > > due. So rust, dirt and cobwebs came > > off...songs are to be > > written...an ode to a certain San Franciscan > > should be trumpeted...as > > well as a sincere thank you to all my well > > wishers. > > > > ...and a new assault on the wall has begun. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 23, 2005 Report Share Posted August 23, 2005 Well, Ron...that's fantastic!! After the first time you do it, believe it or not, it becomes easier and easier. Don't wait too long to try it again. Give yourself a week, but in the meantime, see if you can map out a course around your block that will equal the same distance. Like, if four times around your block is the same...you can go three times...and make your way up to the fourth. You know, walk part of the way, and then turn around. I'm SO proud of you!! That's great!!! RobynnBBQ Man wrote: Funny you should mention that freakity freaking freak freak wall... Last night I attempted to walk home from work, which is about 1/2 mile or so. I got about 3/4 of the way before I had one of my cabs take me the rest of the way. I was really sweating like a.. well, you know. It was a valiant effort, but I think I'll wait a bit before trying that "wall" again, but try I will! Ron So I was sleeping... Not so long ago, in a land not too far away, there lived a giant. At one time, the giant had been a man...living his life as men do... drinking, playing and enjoying the world about him. However, over time the man had suffered both physical and emotional injuries (some dating back to his youth)and the combined effect began to take their toll. In an effort to find solace - and to shield himself from life's mounting pressures - food became his friend.He hoarded his new friend, packing it into various pockets around his body, and with each passing season the sheild about him grew thicker. However the shield offered no real protection...especially from the arrows shot from within. Depression and frustration became his new, unwelcome friends. He was no longer living his old life...drink meant nothing, pain made play impossible and enjoyment of the world's pleasures waned. After suffering enough of this self-imposed burden, the giant yearned to be a man again...to enjoy life's pleasures. However his burden was so great that the normal methods most go through would not benefit him. So he traveled to see a wizard who had a drastic solution. There were several simple trials that had to be passed and one larger endeavor. The giant made it through the first few hoops - not an insignifcant feat considering the size of his butt - and stared at the final wall. Letting life's travails work against him, the giant could not climb the wall. Try and again he did, until discouragement set in and he looked to another ill-timed friend - slumber. There he stayed for many weeks, not having to live with his inability to climb the wall.Then a few days ago, while still deep in lethargy, a bird happened to fly by and see the giant. Miss Robynn Redbreast was her name...and she landed in a branch not far from the slumbering colossus. For some reason, she found herself intrigued and wanted to wake him. She sang her song (in French no less) and slowly the giant rumplestilskin rose from his dormancy.Ms. Redbreast sang her song...sweet notes of promise and hope mixed in with a few sour notes of a promised butt kicking should the giant not get it in gear! And finally, she sang about the patron saint of music and musicians...St. Cecelia...and her coming adventure. Soon would her life story include a visit to the Land of Fremont and an exploit with a wizard. The giant could not sit by and let that go unrecognized. Too many other worthy adventurers had come and gone without receiving their due. So rust, dirt and cobwebs came off...songs are to be written...an ode to a certain San Franciscan should be trumpeted...as well as a sincere thank you to all my well wishers....and a new assault on the wall has begun. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 23, 2005 Report Share Posted August 23, 2005 Thanks Tim (and Pam . I will be walking my a$$ off, literally, (I hope). Lord knows there's enough to lose and not miss. I've just finished a "volley" of appts. at various Kaisers throughout the bay area and let me tell you, there's A LOT of walking to do in these hospitals and clinics. I gotta get me some better walking shoes. My puppies are howlin'! Ron > > So I was> > sleeping...> > > > > > Not so long ago, in a land not too far away,> > there lived a giant. At > > one time, the giant had been a man...living> > his life as men do... > > drinking, playing and enjoying the world about> > him. However, over > > time the man had suffered both physical and> > emotional injuries (some > > dating back to his youth)and the combined> > effect began to take their > > toll. In an effort to find solace - and to> > shield himself from life's > > mounting pressures - food became his friend.> > > > He hoarded his new friend, packing it into> > various pockets around his > > body, and with each passing season the sheild> > about him grew thicker. > > However the shield offered no real> > protection...especially from the > > arrows shot from within. Depression and> > frustration became his new, > > unwelcome friends. He was no longer living> > his old life...drink meant > > nothing, pain made play impossible and> > enjoyment of the world's > > pleasures waned. > > > > After suffering enough of this self-imposed> > burden, the giant yearned > > to be a man again...to enjoy life's pleasures.> > However his burden was > > so great that the normal methods most go> > through would not benefit > > him. So he traveled to see a wizard who had a> > drastic solution. > > There were several simple trials that had to> > be passed and one larger > > endeavor. > > > > The giant made it through the first few hoops> > - not an insignifcant > > feat considering the size of his butt - and> > stared at the final wall. > > Letting life's travails work against him, the> > giant could not climb > > the wall. Try and again he did, until> > discouragement set in and he > > looked to another ill-timed friend - slumber. > > There he stayed for > > many weeks, not having to live with his> > inability to climb the wall.> > > > Then a few days ago, while still deep in> > lethargy, a bird happened to > > fly by and see the giant. Miss Robynn> > Redbreast was her name...and > > she landed in a branch not far from the> > slumbering colossus. For some > > reason, she found herself intrigued and wanted> > to wake him. She sang > > her song (in French no less) and slowly the> > giant rumplestilskin rose > > from his dormancy.> > > > Ms. Redbreast sang her song...sweet notes of> > promise and hope mixed in > > with a few sour notes of a promised butt> > kicking should the giant not > > get it in gear! And finally, she sang about> > the patron saint of music > > and musicians...St. Cecelia...and her coming> > adventure. Soon would > > her life story include a visit to the Land of> > Fremont and an exploit > > with a wizard. > > > > The giant could not sit by and let that go> > unrecognized. Too many > > other worthy adventurers had come and gone> > without receiving their > > due. So rust, dirt and cobwebs came> > off...songs are to be > > written...an ode to a certain San Franciscan> > should be trumpeted...as > > well as a sincere thank you to all my well> > wishers.> > > > ...and a new assault on the wall has begun. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 23, 2005 Report Share Posted August 23, 2005 Robynn, I'd bet you were a cheerleader in school.... Even if not, you are certainly a great one now! Ron So I was sleeping... Not so long ago, in a land not too far away, there lived a giant. At one time, the giant had been a man...living his life as men do... drinking, playing and enjoying the world about him. However, over time the man had suffered both physical and emotional injuries (some dating back to his youth)and the combined effect began to take their toll. In an effort to find solace - and to shield himself from life's mounting pressures - food became his friend.He hoarded his new friend, packing it into various pockets around his body, and with each passing season the sheild about him grew thicker. However the shield offered no real protection...especially from the arrows shot from within. Depression and frustration became his new, unwelcome friends. He was no longer living his old life...drink meant nothing, pain made play impossible and enjoyment of the world's pleasures waned. After suffering enough of this self-imposed burden, the giant yearned to be a man again...to enjoy life's pleasures. However his burden was so great that the normal methods most go through would not benefit him. So he traveled to see a wizard who had a drastic solution. There were several simple trials that had to be passed and one larger endeavor. The giant made it through the first few hoops - not an insignifcant feat considering the size of his butt - and stared at the final wall. Letting life's travails work against him, the giant could not climb the wall. Try and again he did, until discouragement set in and he looked to another ill-timed friend - slumber. There he stayed for many weeks, not having to live with his inability to climb the wall.Then a few days ago, while still deep in lethargy, a bird happened to fly by and see the giant. Miss Robynn Redbreast was her name...and she landed in a branch not far from the slumbering colossus. For some reason, she found herself intrigued and wanted to wake him. She sang her song (in French no less) and slowly the giant rumplestilskin rose from his dormancy.Ms. Redbreast sang her song...sweet notes of promise and hope mixed in with a few sour notes of a promised butt kicking should the giant not get it in gear! And finally, she sang about the patron saint of music and musicians...St. Cecelia...and her coming adventure. Soon would her life story include a visit to the Land of Fremont and an exploit with a wizard. The giant could not sit by and let that go unrecognized. Too many other worthy adventurers had come and gone without receiving their due. So rust, dirt and cobwebs came off...songs are to be written...an ode to a certain San Franciscan should be trumpeted...as well as a sincere thank you to all my well wishers....and a new assault on the wall has begun. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 23, 2005 Report Share Posted August 23, 2005 Thanks...yes, sadly...I was a songgirl. (We were cooler than the cheerleaders, because we did hip dance routines.) But ONLY for a year, and then I got into sports instead. And if you tell anyone, I'll have to kill you. ; ) RobynnBBQ Man wrote: Robynn, I'd bet you were a cheerleader in school.... Even if not, you are certainly a great one now! Ron So I was sleeping... Not so long ago, in a land not too far away, there lived a giant. At one time, the giant had been a man...living his life as men do... drinking, playing and enjoying the world about him. However, over time the man had suffered both physical and emotional injuries (some dating back to his youth)and the combined effect began to take their toll. In an effort to find solace - and to shield himself from life's mounting pressures - food became his friend.He hoarded his new friend, packing it into various pockets around his body, and with each passing season the sheild about him grew thicker. However the shield offered no real protection...especially from the arrows shot from within. Depression and frustration became his new, unwelcome friends. He was no longer living his old life...drink meant nothing, pain made play impossible and enjoyment of the world's pleasures waned. After suffering enough of this self-imposed burden, the giant yearned to be a man again...to enjoy life's pleasures. However his burden was so great that the normal methods most go through would not benefit him. So he traveled to see a wizard who had a drastic solution. There were several simple trials that had to be passed and one larger endeavor. The giant made it through the first few hoops - not an insignifcant feat considering the size of his butt - and stared at the final wall. Letting life's travails work against him, the giant could not climb the wall. Try and again he did, until discouragement set in and he looked to another ill-timed friend - slumber. There he stayed for many weeks, not having to live with his inability to climb the wall.Then a few days ago, while still deep in lethargy, a bird happened to fly by and see the giant. Miss Robynn Redbreast was her name...and she landed in a branch not far from the slumbering colossus. For some reason, she found herself intrigued and wanted to wake him. She sang her song (in French no less) and slowly the giant rumplestilskin rose from his dormancy.Ms. Redbreast sang her song...sweet notes of promise and hope mixed in with a few sour notes of a promised butt kicking should the giant not get it in gear! And finally, she sang about the patron saint of music and musicians...St. Cecelia...and her coming adventure. Soon would her life story include a visit to the Land of Fremont and an exploit with a wizard. The giant could not sit by and let that go unrecognized. Too many other worthy adventurers had come and gone without receiving their due. So rust, dirt and cobwebs came off...songs are to be written...an ode to a certain San Franciscan should be trumpeted...as well as a sincere thank you to all my well wishers....and a new assault on the wall has begun. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 23, 2005 Report Share Posted August 23, 2005 - Thanks for checking in people were wondering and people were talking, glad to see you among us again Colleen wrote: Not so long ago, in a land not too far away, there lived a giant. At one time, the giant had been a man...living his life as men do... drinking, playing and enjoying the world about him. However, over time the man had suffered both physical and emotional injuries (some dating back to his youth)and the combined effect began to take their toll. In an effort to find solace - and to shield himself from life's mounting pressures - food became his friend.He hoarded his new friend, packing it into various pockets around his body, and with each passing season the sheild about him grew thicker. However the shield offered no real protection...especially from the arrows shot from within. Depression and frustration became his new, unwelcome friends. He was no longer living his old life...drink meant nothing, pain made play impossible and enjoyment of the world's pleasures waned. After suffering enough of this self-imposed burden, the giant yearned to be a man again...to enjoy life's pleasures. However his burden was so great that the normal methods most go through would not benefit him. So he traveled to see a wizard who had a drastic solution. There were several simple trials that had to be passed and one larger endeavor. The giant made it through the first few hoops - not an insignifcant feat considering the size of his butt - and stared at the final wall. Letting life's travails work against him, the giant could not climb the wall. Try and again he did, until discouragement set in and he looked to another ill-timed friend - slumber. There he stayed for many weeks, not having to live with his inability to climb the wall.Then a few days ago, while still deep in lethargy, a bird happened to fly by and see the giant. Miss Robynn Redbreast was her name...and she landed in a branch not far from the slumbering colossus. For some reason, she found herself intrigued and wanted to wake him. She sang her song (in French no less) and slowly the giant rumplestilskin rose from his dormancy.Ms. Redbreast sang her song...sweet notes of promise and hope mixed in with a few sour notes of a promised butt kicking should the giant not get it in gear! And finally, she sang about the patron saint of music and musicians...St. Cecelia...and her coming adventure. Soon would her life story include a visit to the Land of Fremont and an exploit with a wizard. The giant could not sit by and let that go unrecognized. Too many other worthy adventurers had come and gone without receiving their due. So rust, dirt and cobwebs came off...songs are to be written...an ode to a certain San Franciscan should be trumpeted...as well as a sincere thank you to all my well wishers....and a new assault on the wall has begun. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 23, 2005 Report Share Posted August 23, 2005 I wouldn't dream of letting the cat out. hehehe So I was sleeping... Not so long ago, in a land not too far away, there lived a giant. At one time, the giant had been a man...living his life as men do... drinking, playing and enjoying the world about him. However, over time the man had suffered both physical and emotional injuries (some dating back to his youth)and the combined effect began to take their toll. In an effort to find solace - and to shield himself from life's mounting pressures - food became his friend.He hoarded his new friend, packing it into various pockets around his body, and with each passing season the sheild about him grew thicker. However the shield offered no real protection...especially from the arrows shot from within. Depression and frustration became his new, unwelcome friends. He was no longer living his old life...drink meant nothing, pain made play impossible and enjoyment of the world's pleasures waned. After suffering enough of this self-imposed burden, the giant yearned to be a man again...to enjoy life's pleasures. However his burden was so great that the normal methods most go through would not benefit him. So he traveled to see a wizard who had a drastic solution. There were several simple trials that had to be passed and one larger endeavor. The giant made it through the first few hoops - not an insignifcant feat considering the size of his butt - and stared at the final wall. Letting life's travails work against him, the giant could not climb the wall. Try and again he did, until discouragement set in and he looked to another ill-timed friend - slumber. There he stayed for many weeks, not having to live with his inability to climb the wall.Then a few days ago, while still deep in lethargy, a bird happened to fly by and see the giant. Miss Robynn Redbreast was her name...and she landed in a branch not far from the slumbering colossus. For some reason, she found herself intrigued and wanted to wake him. She sang her song (in French no less) and slowly the giant rumplestilskin rose from his dormancy.Ms. Redbreast sang her song...sweet notes of promise and hope mixed in with a few sour notes of a promised butt kicking should the giant not get it in gear! And finally, she sang about the patron saint of music and musicians...St. Cecelia...and her coming adventure. Soon would her life story include a visit to the Land of Fremont and an exploit with a wizard. The giant could not sit by and let that go unrecognized. Too many other worthy adventurers had come and gone without receiving their due. So rust, dirt and cobwebs came off...songs are to be written...an ode to a certain San Franciscan should be trumpeted...as well as a sincere thank you to all my well wishers....and a new assault on the wall has begun. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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