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And even though I am only 33 I know all too well how much my knees hate jumping kicks, or low stances, or bending...

But the jump kicks look so badass! Well, they do if I can do 'em without making that face. :p

If you make it to Chicago, you'll have to give me some marital arts pointers. Poker, too! :cool:
 
But the jump kicks look so badass! Well, they do if I can do 'em without making that face. :p

If you make it to Chicago, you'll have to give me some marital arts pointers. Poker, too! :cool:

Now THAT, is an invitation I would be hard pressed to ignore...
 
Will y'all PLEASE finish with that damn lot already so I can get my sleep?! DAMN!!
 
Oh, and I finally got my birthday cake last night.

I was sitting at the poker table heads up against a monster chip stack, trying to concentrate and maybe pull out a win when I see this white thing in front of my face. I glance up and there is my sister with a cake in hand. I didn't get to eat it until afterward, and we were playing a second poker game, but it was glorious cake, and I loved it.

I only got one slice too, which upsets me. this one fat jackass grabbed a huge slice when everyone else was grabbing small slices, so now I don't get any leftovers. But at least what I got was good :D
 
I never understood the pressure behind that either. Friends like that don't sound like real friends to me.

And even though I am only 33 I know all too well how much my knees hate jumping kicks, or low stances, or bending...

I'm 29 and my knees are dying a slow death because of 8 years of marching band...but this right now is because I whacked my right knee a few days ago against a wall and I've got bruising both on top of and underneath my kneecap. :(
 
Oh, and I finally got my birthday cake last night.

I was sitting at the poker table heads up against a monster chip stack, trying to concentrate and maybe pull out a win when I see this white thing in front of my face. I glance up and there is my sister with a cake in hand. I didn't get to eat it until afterward, and we were playing a second poker game, but it was glorious cake, and I loved it.

I only got one slice too, which upsets me. this one fat jackass grabbed a huge slice when everyone else was grabbing small slices, so now I don't get any leftovers. But at least what I got was good :D

AHHH!!! Don't mention cake, please don't mention cake...I don't need any more sugar in my diet... ;)
 
Blurt #1: Why do people let friends and family pressure them into staying in a relationship that they want out of?

Blurt #2: My knee huuuuuuuuuuuuurts...

I want it over. :(

Dear AH,

I'd like to apologize for my constant popping in and leaving, loud complaining about my situation and general attention-grabbing I've done lately. It's been helping me out a lot and I hope you can bear with me doing that for a bit longer before things go back to normal for me.

Love,

Jen

* Hugs * :rose:
 
I'm 29 and my knees are dying a slow death because of 8 years of marching band...but this right now is because I whacked my right knee a few days ago against a wall and I've got bruising both on top of and underneath my kneecap. :(

ouch... bloody ouch:eek: i know the feeling well babe and hugs to you

i did my knee in at judo not long back and it was bloody painful for ages
 
I used to think that my knees were the world's worst. They're not but they certainly are in regional competition! Tiger Balm to all.
 
I'm 29 and my knees are dying a slow death because of 8 years of marching band...but this right now is because I whacked my right knee a few days ago against a wall and I've got bruising both on top of and underneath my kneecap. :(

One of my poker buddies was drunk and playing hide and seek, hid under a truck and got his elbow pinched when the truck drove away. This isn't a young guy either, this is a man that has a son old enough to be a college graduate.
 
I'm 29 and my knees are dying a slow death because of 8 years of marching band...but this right now is because I whacked my right knee a few days ago against a wall and I've got bruising both on top of and underneath my kneecap. :(

Damn that sounds like it hurts.

:kiss:

And speaking of knees... playing rugby will do something of the sort too. I never had either knee or back problems until I started that nonsense. :rolleyes:
 
Damn that sounds like it hurts.

:kiss:

And speaking of knees... playing rugby will do something of the sort too. I never had either knee or back problems until I started that nonsense. :rolleyes:

My back problems are all from having a bad mattress for too long. Once I got rid of it they started getting better, but it never fully recovered.
 
Damn that sounds like it hurts.

:kiss:

And speaking of knees... playing rugby will do something of the sort too. I never had either knee or back problems until I started that nonsense. :rolleyes:

Without wanting to be sexist, ladies' rugby is just too strange for me to contemplate. I can understand the appeal for a guy to getting cauliflower ears and losing teeth but for women? Why?
 
Without wanting to be sexist, ladies' rugby is just too strange for me to contemplate. I can understand the appeal for a guy to getting cauliflower ears and losing teeth but for women? Why?

You can't see the appeal of girls sliding around in the mud in a big, messy pile while making grabs for balls?? ;)


Really though, we do wear mouth guards. And I kinda liked letting my tough side come out. There's just something very satisfying about being the kind of girl that doesn't let a few bruises bother her. :)
 
And I kinda liked letting my tough side come out. There's just something very satisfying about being the kind of girl that doesn't let a few bruises bother her. :)

This part of it very definitely has an appeal to me. I'm not a " bruises" fan in the BDSM way (at least not overly so. Imp just corrected me on that.) but I am a big fan of the other, less identifiable "fearless and aggressive" thing.

For example, I primarily fence epee. It is considered, justifiably, the most brutal of the three weapons. (foil, sabre, epee) Lots of bruises, lots of sore muscles and twinges. We have a regular little group that gathers on Monday and Wednesday nights. Several women are among us at times, but one is a regular party to what our fencing master refers to as the "Visigoth bar fight." (He used the term in a monthly newsletter while reminding everyone to keep visitors a safe distance from the strip.

She is short and lean and is completely unpretentious. If you looked at her walking by her on the street, you might not have anything stand out about her.

But she is vicious with a blade in her hand, completely fearless. She ignores pain. She feels it, she just doesn't let it dictate to her.

She is fierce.

And although I would blush to say it to her, it is such a fucking turn on.
 
You can't see the appeal of girls sliding around in the mud in a big, messy pile while making grabs for balls?? ;)


Really though, we do wear mouth guards. And I kinda liked letting my tough side come out. There's just something very satisfying about being the kind of girl that doesn't let a few bruises bother her. :)

Oooh- you could be a BrewCity Bruiser. :) We should totally go watch a bout together this fall! :D
 
This part of it very definitely has an appeal to me. I'm not a " bruises" fan in the BDSM way (at least not overly so. Imp just corrected me on that.) but I am a big fan of the other, less identifiable "fearless and aggressive" thing.

For example, I primarily fence epee. It is considered, justifiably, the most brutal of the three weapons. (foil, sabre, epee) Lots of bruises, lots of sore muscles and twinges. We have a regular little group that gathers on Monday and Wednesday nights. Several women are among us at times, but one is a regular party to what our fencing master refers to as the "Visigoth bar fight." (He used the term in a monthly newsletter while reminding everyone to keep visitors a safe distance from the strip.

She is short and lean and is completely unpretentious. If you looked at her walking by her on the street, you might not have anything stand out about her.

But she is vicious with a blade in her hand, completely fearless. She ignores pain. She feels it, she just doesn't let it dictate to her.

She is fierce.

And although I would blush to say it to her, it is such a fucking turn on.
An interesting insight. Thanks. :)

I never really thought about what this might look like to whoever's watching. I do know that on the field, my mindset is very different from my everyday life one. Heck, I just ran into a doorknob and whined about it for about a minute. But when I play, it's different. My brain is just focused in a different way, I can blend out most any pain that's not a real injury and keep going. In fact, after a game I actually need to inspect myself for bruises because I have no idea where they might be or when I got them. The absence of bruises is disappointing to me because it means I didn't play hard enough.
 
This part of it very definitely has an appeal to me. I'm not a " bruises" fan in the BDSM way (at least not overly so. Imp just corrected me on that.) but I am a big fan of the other, less identifiable "fearless and aggressive" thing.

For example, I primarily fence epee. It is considered, justifiably, the most brutal of the three weapons. (foil, sabre, epee) Lots of bruises, lots of sore muscles and twinges. We have a regular little group that gathers on Monday and Wednesday nights. Several women are among us at times, but one is a regular party to what our fencing master refers to as the "Visigoth bar fight." (He used the term in a monthly newsletter while reminding everyone to keep visitors a safe distance from the strip.

She is short and lean and is completely unpretentious. If you looked at her walking by her on the street, you might not have anything stand out about her.

But she is vicious with a blade in her hand, completely fearless. She ignores pain. She feels it, she just doesn't let it dictate to her.

She is fierce.

And although I would blush to say it to her, it is such a fucking turn on.
Sure sounds like it. I love the tough women. :)

Especially tied up and reduced to quivering sexual inebriation.
 
Spoken like a born Dom, Rob. When are you headed back to the club? It's not my cup of tea (or glass of lager) but kind of interesting, all in all.
 
Woohoo! What a great day! I FINALLY have some money, a job interview on Friday, AND I beat Super Mario Bros. for the first time ever! :D
 
An interesting insight. Thanks. :)

I never really thought about what this might look like to whoever's watching. I do know that on the field, my mindset is very different from my everyday life one. Heck, I just ran into a doorknob and whined about it for about a minute. But when I play, it's different. My brain is just focused in a different way, I can blend out most any pain that's not a real injury and keep going. In fact, after a game I actually need to inspect myself for bruises because I have no idea where they might be or when I got them. The absence of bruises is disappointing to me because it means I didn't play hard enough.

yep that's the way it is... same here... i stub my toe in the bedroom and i winge and moan like a baby... yet during a hockey match i get a stick in the face or ball in the guts, kicked to shit, and i don't feel it, just makes me more aggressive... same at judo i get pummeled and pounded about the mat, i get nasty and very butch at times, not an ounce of fear or regret... later i sit and contemplate the bruises and scars and think... wow that was a good game... then i sit for an age trembling with anticipation of suffering as i contemplate the pain of pulling an eyebrow hair:rolleyes:
 
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