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PS I mentioned the team that didn't want me. They had a few days where I had to attend meetings with them. Of course I had to do the walking to and from to get there.
They would pass out candy bars to everyone except me. They totally ignored me.

That was back in the day when I was trying to grow a "spine," I was hurt by it BUT didn't let it stop me. I loved to walk. Arthritis, I was told would ease up if I kept exercising. That was full of bull. My hips would alternate killing me. Didn't matter when I set a goal I achieved it Unless another goal was more tempting.

The only time my hips protest now, is after I get up from hours in the computer chair on BYC. Too bad. I can't type standing up.

Being a woman you have to work twice as hard to get recognition. Being short you have to do even better to be noticed. But it has it's rewards, I leave a smaller footprint on the earth. I ONLY compete against myself - for my personal best.
 
I don’t find it gamey really, at least not like other game meats, just tastes like weird/slightly different beef to me, but I can see where someone wouldn’t like it. The first time I had it I didn’t want to try it, thought I would hate it, practically refused, but then I liked it lol this was recently, only like a few years ago. Now I don’t mind it. Still don’t eat it regularly, this is only like the second or third time I’ve had it, but I like it. Not my favorite though but pretty mild imo. But then again I also buy the cheap one from Walmart so maybe that’s why LOL still technically organic and grass fed I think but only like $9 for a pound of the ground bison. Maybe the expensive stuff from an exotic game meat specialty place would be more gamey as opposed to supermarket bison lol



I was like 11, so gamey might not be the right description. Weird might be more accurate. We ate a fair bit of venison, rabbit & quail that people gave us when I was little & all of it always tasted weird to me. My mother would try to disguise the venison by mixing it with ground beef & me & my sibs would be like, "Why do the tacos taste so weird." My poor mother... :rolleyes:
 
BTW you really don't walk/run with your legs. You do it with your mind. Don't count laps, or steps, or speed just keep going.

PS this is not aimed at folks who have physical problems. But at people who just decide they can't do it and won't try. Everybody has something they excel at physical, mental or ??? Just find it and let it define you. Let it be your super power.
 
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room on the broom good for you. My mom always tried to put stuff over on us. My father & brother would eat wallpaper if she served it. NOT me. One time she dropped a sliced roast on the soiled kitchen floor. She picked it up and said it was fine. She had a lot of fantasies she kept going. I should say she didn't eat any of that roast it was ALL for us.
 
Thank you Room, I always wore the hat or face mask or sunblock in season But, still got skin cancer at the tip of my nose. Had 2 rounds of mohls surgery to extricate it..Dr. had to graft skin from one side up to my eye- you can still see stitch marks from years ago.
I had photos of how swollen and discolored and awful I looked - long after it healed.

Finally had the sense to dump those photos out why keep reliving that. Nose still looks reddish in a small circle but so what? The actor Hugh Jackman(from Aussie ville) has had recurrent ones on his nose for years. He is a spokesman for using sun block and clothes etc. with built in sun protection that doesn't wash out.

My neighbor across the field has had many cancerous lesions removed and yet still says he goes out for an hour before he puts sun block on. :confused:. He got most of them as a referee at sports games. He also was one of our senior bus drivers. Nobody but me ever seemed to notice his endless bandaids on his face, etc. He has to wear a protective sleeve on his driving arm because he had lesions up and down that arm.

Men tend to get them on their backs from working outside, also ears. My late brother in law had work done on his ear- poorly done at that. My Arab doctor said he never burns, well I guess he didn't he died of pancreatic cancer instead.

sorry, off my soapbox it's just horrible when people end up being scarred for life or dying because "they don't need sun protection."

When my nose was bandaged up - people would come up to me in Walmart (what a friendly store ) and recite their battles with skin cancer. It was like belonging to a special club- you really don't want membership to.

I'm done and gone - you may applaud now. I like my friends much better alive than paying my respects at the cemetary.
 

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