Niffer, you wrestle her to the ground, I'll bring the cheeze whiz.

that Andrea - If we do it nekkid I might get an iPod from Closet Metro. Do you want me to negotiate one for you, too?

Well YEAH! Nekkid is the greatest!

I want an Ipod. and not a Shuffle either

Well, let's see what kind of deal we can finagle, striz.

Cutting the cheese?
Is that cottage cheese?
Or cheezwhiz??

Gives this a whole new spin:
wet got it goin like a turbo jet

NO WAY! You mean it's not the same time everywhere? Holy crap, I've got to sit down and think about this one. Thanks for changing my life, Jason.

Ladybug: Can we please, please start talking about farts again?
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We don't have to talk about them... just inhale deeply.

Sorry, I couldn't help myself.

"Better out, than in" as my Grandma always says...

Okay, maybe some of that fancy port wine cheese stuff.

Cheez whiz only gets me going. Reeeow.

You could just spank me, I haaate that. ;)

Girl A.- It's ok, I can wait till you build up your strength again.

Amanda B you need to come work with me. We ass smack. I actually brought one girl to her KNEES!!

*evil laughter*

But it made my hand hurt.

I am from here but i lived in Bing Hampton for almost 2 years. We lived in Endicott and then right off court street next to some Italian Restaurant and a CVS and a Giant. My daughter went to Calvin Coolidge.

Niffer - No big bank account - I'm stinking unemployed.

Since everyone is talking about me, I thought I would take back my name. Oh, by the way, I work for peanuts not ass pictures. And in this industry, Leta is just way too far out of our league to be referred to as a Trained Monkey. She has mastered the art of "coy"...many of us trained monkeys can't even reach "charming". So no worries about Leta ever being a trained monkey. Other than that, I think that most of this is meant in jest...I highly doubt Heather would make her daughter perform circus tricks for the audience. Ease up...even if the request was in bad taste. [however some A-1 might make it more palatable]

Hey "Troll", go spank yourself.

Andrea in Canada - happy to serve our neighbors in the north. :)

Ewwww... all this fart talk has been strongly suggestive... I can actually *smell* them now...

Oh wait... that's Buddy. Whoa. I think his butt just exploded. Pardon me whilst I quarantine, wipe and disinfect him.

Damn boy... *nose wrinkles up in disgust* you are SO like your father!

" Do not read everything you believe. "

" On the subject of parenting: It is better to be silent and thought foul, than to open one's ass and remove all doubt. "

OK! I CANNOT TAKE THE SUSPENSE any longer!!

*Who's A1? Who's A1?*

mihow-That made me laugh! Cheese.

I am such a dork. It took me this long to get the A1 thing. Bucky's comment made the light go off.

you know, she stuck it up.his.ass.

ahahahahaa, that post is going to elicit even more BUTT pictures!

my mom is looking up sources for the doggie bean-o. the gas is a common problem for greyhounds, like the thyroid problem that was causing her to lose hair on her butt.
i still maintain she singed it off.

Lily----your mom is losing her butt hair but you suspect it is actually singed??

I know what you really meant, but my version is funnier.

I seem to have scared everyone off...come back little ones!

Ern - her previous post about getting ass pictures (I first typed ass pics, but that sounds nasty) inspired the Butts for Butterflies Campaign. I did not "publicize" my Campaign because I didn't want to flood Dooce's mailbox with Butt Pictures.

Ern-

hell yeah, i am trying to think of the ones i have on my computer at home. stupid work inhibiting me from sending butt pics.

LOTF-awww, she is adorable! That is the worst about college--having to be without your pets.

I LOVE mouse!

Scott--that sounds like a different kind of establishment than a restaurant.

Right, Mouse, but can you help with the butt-hair loss issue?

Ern- thanks. she is so sweet. and that nose is the coldest, wettest one that ever sniffed. her favorite trick is goosing my parents with it while they are getting dressed.

For Dooce and the mothers of littles- it is one thing to have to take your kid into the bathroom with you, but how 'bout a 65 lbs. greyhound who must follow you everywhere or she whines because she has separation anxiety cause she is a rescued racer and this is the first time she has been in a family? Shine did this to my mom for at least the first 8 months that we had her.

For those of you who hate lyrics, scroll down.

Here's a song I wrote for my black cat.

Slava's got a big white butthole.
His butt is big, and it's white.
Even in the darkest of dark,
You can see it all right.
Yes, Slava's got a big white butthole.
I'm tellin' you so you know,
You might not see him coming,
But you sure can see him go!

My stupid hor vit ses I haf 1 thyrud prablim an my her es thenned and griy. Bett I thenk is jest bacass am 1 GRIY Hond. Hilllluuuu? Ef curse I luk griy.

Mouse,
Using someone else's name to post is wrong. Go get TIffany and get her to stick your nose in that.

Dooce!

That is the best laugh I have had in months! Thanks for sharing!

Oy, my sides hurt!

*Global blogger action day*
First I heard of this was over at 360 Degrees of Sky. Since there are bloggers aplenty here, I decided it would do no harm to make note of it. See linked URL in my nick.

One thing strikes me as odd, though, which is the request to refrain from other topics for one day. It would make more sense, afaiac, to use the topic as a point of departure for one's own thoughts on the topic.

CM-
i know what you mean. i have 2 greyhounds and their tails are like whips! seriously, you know if you've been whacked - stings like hell.

Woah, I am so glad to see my ass-troll comment garnered such public frenzy. I went to lunch and wow, that conversation went crazy! Sorry, ass-troll!

I have an urge to take a picture of my butt right now. Who has sent Heather a picture of their bum?

Bad, bad Mouse

Kristen and CM-

I had to dock my german shorthair's tail this summer after she got it caught in a door and it sliced off the top 2 inches of her tail because she had whipped it around for 7 years and broken it in so many places that it was really weak.

Yes, it was I who accidentally closed the door on her tail, but I really am a good mom and I really really really love her. She seems to be much happier without the tail and I have much fewer bruises on my shins.

Mouse, you are a sweet, sweet "dagg", and I cannot believe the way those people treat you! I am bookmarking your site...I will be sending you some "trits" soon.

Well, Mouse, since it's so clearly okay with Tiffany for you to use her name to post, who am I to bitch?

Get it, Mouse? Bitch? Dog humor? Ar ar?

Amanda, I would love to see your prehensile tail nubbin.

I once had a friend who was born with six fingers on one hand, but I think the tail nubbin is much more endearing. Could you wag the tail?

I am down for a ski trip. lets just get drunk *after*. MMkay

My sister's dog eats his poop. Take a guess at what HIS farts smell like. Yes, a fart from a dog who eats his own poop is worse than a normal dog fart.

One of my dogs is fond of eating out of the litterbox and then barfing up the contents of his stomach and then EATING IT ALL OVER AGAIN.

Yeah.

CM - Your doggie's butt, or more specifically, my curious reaction to it, has made me realize I need to get back in therapy. Nice ass, dawg.

Amanda B. - You give new meaning to that 70s pick-up line, "What's your sign?" That's a very good sign to have.

At Outback steakhouse the other night, I fell very ill-at-ease, something was not quite right. Then I realized what the trouble was, and had the waiter remove the big ol' bottle of A-1 that sat there threatening all of us.

My mom thinks that everyone reads my blogs are 'my friends'. I had to let her know that if Heather and I ever hang out that we will stay REALLY far away from the A-1 bottles.
I don't think she's convinced though.

Delish talk. Getting hungry again.

Ok, I usually just lurk, but the talk about nasty things dogs eat has lured me out. I have two dogs. Cassady (older dog) eats my underwear and pukes them up in the basement when nobody's home. Corn Dog (pup) then eats the regurgitated underwear and pukes them up right at our feet - she's not clued in to the "go puke where they can't see/find it for a while" yet. So my underwear go through a double-regurgitation procedure courtesy of Cassady and Corn Dog. They really love me.

Dawners. One word. Hamper.

Hey! How come I didn't get that memo? I'm the connoisseur of butt crack.

When in doubt, consult and expert. Sheesh.

our last dog, Freckles (hey, i was in kindergarten when i named her!), loved to chew up used kleenexes. only used ones. (and old books, but that is another tangent) as that i was the person designated to clear the mine field before it had to be mowed, i can attest to the fact that dogs don't digest paper.

My friends dog eats dishcloths and pantyhose. Last time he ate the pantyhose she had to pull them out of his bum while he was trying to poop them out. They were stuck and hanging out of his arse!

I feel you on that Susie. My sister had some co-workers over one time when Niko decided to litter the bathroom floor with Kotex and undies that he had 'decrotched'. That is the epitome of embarrassing.

I had a feeling someone would ask that question. A resounding NO would be the answer to if I put them back on. They're pretty well mangled by then. And yes, I do try to use a hamper, but every once in a while, a pair will fall to the floor unprotected. Woe to the panties that fall to the floor unprotected!

SNAUSAGES!
(That's fun to say)

Sometimes it doesn't matter if you use a hamper. A resourceful canine will find a way to get to the hamper, even if it is in a closet. When there is a will, there is a way, and Niko has a strong will when it comes to Kotex and girls' undies.

Again I say I LOVE mouse

Susie...try Blump. That's a good one too.

They BLUMP when you cook em.

susie- she only went after the clean ones once, when my brother left a pop-up box of them on the floor. after that, she stuck to the used stinky ones.

the funny thing is, she only did it when we weren't home, and when we came back, if she had done something, she would act sheepish, smile more, and avoid the area that she did what ever she did in until some one had cleaned it up.

Thought I wanted the truth?
I CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!

First Dooce shares the experience of motherhood with us girls. I was fucking glued to my screen - like, no. no! NOOOO! (I am so skipping straight to grandchildren). And now dogs.

I wanted a dog. Is nothing sacred?

Shakes, he just wanted them poppin' fresh. I mean poopin' fresh.

my siamese cat who has a docked tail (because of an accident) likes to steal tampons out of the box all sneeky like.I believe he does this cause the wraper crinkles. once out of the wrapper, he has no use for them.

Eclair--don't worry, dogs are totally worth it. I can't speak for the kids personally yet.

Our dog gets into everything when we leave, b/c he is mad we didn't take him. Every trash can in our house has a lid on it. And we have to "Shiloh-proof" the rest of the house too (no food or drinks or trash can be left anywhere below the kitchen counters).

But those big brown eyes and the way he adores us and we adore him makes it all worth while.

OMG - posts began at 3am! whoa

You are so right, Ern. I couldn't love Niko more. Nothing shows neverending doggy devotion like his love for my panties. I love dogs!

Eclaire- there are many wonderful things about dogs, such as they love us, are excited to see us no matter if we have been gone ten minutes or ten hours (only do this if some one will be home before you or the dog has a good, big bladder), each one has their own wonderful personalities, and they are some of the best snugglers in the world. they think that the people in their family are the best people ever created, and are always there for us.

so don't let these comments about the weird things they do put you off. dogs are great. this is part of the fun stuff of having dogs. that and watching them dance before giving them beggin strips or ice cream.

Hear, hear, Lily! Dogs are great companions and friends, Eclair. Just take a peek at the posts that Heather has on her lovely dog Chuck. Dogs have this unconditional love for us and always greet us with a smile. Plus, they let us wrap spaghetti around their snouts!

HAHAHAHAHAHA LMAO!!

Ern-i did that to Shine last month. last summer i got into the habit of giving her some bread in the mornings as i was making my lunch for work. so, one day i was making a PB and honey sandwich, and she was sitting there begging for her rightful treat. i was out of bread, so i put a little honey and PB on a plate. she loved it, but it took her 7 min. to finish.

Peter!!! how r ya?!

Annejelynn-My husband licks my armpits as I sleep too! Weird

one toy we had for freckles was a sock that we used to play tug-o-war with. it was just one of those socks that lost its mate never to be found again, and we tied a knot in the middle of it. what we used to do was get her to bite it in the middle, and then tie a 1/2 knot over her nose. then we would sit there and chuckle as she worked it off.

after giving her the first sock, it probably only took her a month max to figure out that the knotted ones were hers and to leave the others alone. as i was in first grade, this is hazy, but i never remember her picking up other socks more than once or twice.

Scott:Unless you are Amanda B, Spoonie, Bucky, Girl A, JulieT or Parttimer. In that case, proceed ladies.
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Phew! That was a close one! I'm safe...

that-Andrea: I am here to back you up. ADOPT A PET! No pet stores or breeders! Spay! Neuter! Be part of the solution! And the little darlings will love you forever, they are so greatful!

(This message brought to you by your neighborhood happy pet owner)

Yes, I concur that the double barfed britches and everything else we deal with in having dogs is completely and totally worth the love and adoration our dogs give us. I even have a travel-sized version of each dog that go with me when I have to travel for work so I can keep them both close to my heart!

Katie be bored thx for the shout out and...

What the heck is with men? I remember one day when I was a kid I was hanging out with my best friend at her house. I guess the father took an especially fantastical and perfectly coiled dump b/c he swore out to GOD and called the mother in to see it. 'Jeezus Karen, take a look at this perfect shit I just took.' I was a skosh uncomfortable to say the least.

I would have went in for a look see.

Dooce : Home to double barfed britches.

When my son was potty training he would poop in corners, behind doors, under tables....whatever. The he would smush a book on top so no one would notice. He may have succeeded if he had thought to use air freshener.

laureabove: Don't men think all of the dumps they take are perfect? I *know* they don't think their dumps stink...

cheesssese

Mouse, I love you so. You should come live with us, I would never put peanut butter on your head. Poor little guy. I bet you wouldn't eat cat litter either, although you would have to live with cats...

Circus Kelli my dumps *are* perfect and they smell like Drakkar so shush!!

Gonna go take one right now and marvel at its beauty in the company shit tank!

Lauren, I feel slightly embarrassed that I have a similar story to that of your friend's father. I was, however, only four years old. I was always a tall, gangly little thing, and I was so skinny my pants always fell off of me, but I would take the biggest dumps in the family. One day, I had one of those perfectly coiled, foot long turds, that looked as though a grown man had left it. I was so excited I called my mother in, and then shouted to my sisters outside "Come in and see my poo! It wraps around the toilet!" My sisters were disgusted, yet enthralled, at the amazing crap that their little sister had left. My mom, on the other hand, was not so enthused. Especially when she had to break it up with a coat hanger in order to get it to flush.

Thanks, Smack!!! I am still proud of that turd!

Katie, I am quite impressed with your poo prowess.

I am quite proud, too, thank you! After becoming such a Dooce fan, I have come to realize that not all are blessed with the prowess of pooping.

Indeed, we all should embrace our individual poo abilities. Whether you're a free-flow-er or a clenched-colon type - it matters not in your ability to be loved by the Dooceees.

Ah hah, I see. However, I would suggest the metal coathanger. It has a much longer reach.

I'll have to bring the coat hanger up to her. Less messy, but harder to hide.

Boy, Ron...you sure stopped that dead in its tracks.

Everyone rushed to their phones!

Whew! Sorry, smacks. Sold out. I'll be back another day with the Turd Tamer, still in development. Thank you to all those who ordered.

Little kids have man poop.

A 3 year old princess with pink bows and bobby socks will fill her little princess potty with the mother of all shit logs.

Girl A., it was through the helpful suggestions of good people like you, constantly telling me to "cut the shit," that I developed my latest best-selling, labor-saving device.

My lips are natural. Let's not talk about my ass; at least not until I've had it photographed for the butts/butterflies campaign. Incidentally, I'm working on a camera that will make it easier to beautifully photograph one's own ass for opportunities such as the one presented here . . . Girl A.! You could be a consultant on that one!

Hey! I love photographing my own ass!

Do tell me *Mo, Ron.*

Ron Popeil's bloated fish lips really irritate me, but have you ever seen his middle-aged daughter? She was a presenter on his show, and good lord, those horrible lips look even worse on a girl.

Oh for all that is holy, WORK SUCKS DOG ASS TODAY!

Ron,
I think they would have to subpoena The Dooce. And then she would have to give Big Bro her records on IP addresses and such.

But something tells me she wouldn't give you up. Call it a gut feeling. Or a hunch. Or a hunched-over intestinal cramp.

Mo Ron, I deal in intellectual property so I know a little bit about that question. You might get into trouble with using Mr. Popeil's name, as it is trademarked. However, from what I found on the USPTO website, Mr. Popeil didn't register his name by itself. It is under the title "Ron Popeil Flipper", which I believe is some sort of spatula?

http://tess2.uspto.gov/bin/showfield?f=doc&state=kqpnul.2.1

So, unless you present yourself as Ron Popeil Flipper, you probably won't have a problem!

Wow, Katie, your mom is sure handy with a coat hanger! So, what does one do with the plastic knife/coat hanger when done? Coat hangers never seem to fit trash cans well.

I'm interested as a habitual toilet plugger upper myself.

The first time my daughter used the plastic knife and rinsed it off in the SINK...she left reminants in the drain. I nearly yakked.

Yucko, Smacks. That is not a good thing. I think my mom might have done the same with the hanger, though.

Glad to have served you, Ron Popeil (No Flipper). I can't wait for your next 'crappy' invention!

I wonder if "Ron Popeil Flipper" is a cute euphemism for his big-ass fish lips.

Must... tell.... poop.... story....

When my son was 2, he had a favorite stuffed elmo that would say "I love you" and "let's play" if he was squeezed. My son loved this doll. He would scream if it was mis-placed.

Now, my son hated poopy pants and would scream to be changed every time. (easiest child to potty train) This woke me up at about 6am every morning - kid would poop and then scream bloody murder. One morning I got up late because he didn't scream for me. All I heard in the house was "I love you" and "let's play". As I approached his room I was almost overwhelmed with the odor and I knew there would be a poopy mess, but at the time I was just glad there was no screaming. Little did I know that my son was busily feeding poop to Elmo while elmo said "I love you". There's a sad twisted piece of irony there if I ever saw any...

For months after that, every time I saw any elmo (especially during the tickle-me-elmo gotta-have-it craze) I would think to myself "eat shit, elmo! Eat Shit!"

The shit sucker outer?

Spoonleg? I think this device is right up your, uh, alley.

No crapping at work!

And we don't fart either. Ha! FART!

Have you ever needed to get rid of that big pile of shit?

Toilet clogged?

Ass stuffed up?

Please let me introduce you to the PooMinator.

This *amazing* machine does it all..... makes pasta, cleans your bowels of all those years of cheeseburgers. It slices, it dices. It *even* comes with its own handy timer so you can

SET IT AND FORGET IT.

All this and *more* for only 4 _easy_ payments of 29.99

But *wait* if you call NOW you will also get this easy recipe guide, a poo dehydrator, *plus* a patented flavor poo injector.

CALL NOW!!!

no. no poop

Um, Mr. P, can I just get the flavor poo injector by itself?

Never mind why.

But wait....there's more!!!

The first 20 _lucky_ callers will also get our brand new Poo Shears, Poo Kabob Rods, AND 100 Plastic Ties, to wrangle the most stubborn poo.

I wonder if Heather is jealous that there are so many people here who are able to clog a toilet.

Work is one of the most embarrassing places to crap. Like today, I got the immediate urge to take a dump, so I ran to the bathroom. Lucky me, there was a woman taking a nap on the chaise lounger in the restroom because she felt sick. I tried to muffle my turd, but my efforts were for naught, because it came out in one big, splashing, KERPLUNK. It was one of those turd splashes that gets your ass wet. I heard the chick clearing her throat, like she wanted to remind me she was there. I felt like bitch-slapping her - it is a bathroom, not a damn bedroom, be-yatch!

Note to self - remember to bring coat hanger to work tomorrow.

OMG Katie!!! That was gross. Shitmist is UNSANITARY!!!

Dear Mr. Poopeil,
Poo kabob rods. Pee Ka Poo! Ka Bob.

I just laughed while talking to a customer on the phone. That NEVER happens. I am jaded, and yet, you've busted into my inner sanctum. I must know you.

I think I know you
So what am I so afraid of?
I'm afraid that I'm not sure of
A know there is no cure for
I think I know you
Isn't that what life is made of?
Though it worries me to say
I've never felt this way

Speaking of pooping/bathroom at work: when I was in high school, my dad got me an internship working for the State. It was summer, and I was up all night with friends, but had to be at work every morning at 7:30. Soon, something was going to give. Eventually, I learned that the bathroom was a good place to take a nap, sitting on the toilet. No one ever seemed to notice - or if they did, they never told me.

In honor of my friend Fish:
" I'm feeling so flushed ! "

Ah, Annejelyn, haven't we all experienced the Mystery of the Disappearing Poo (sounds like a Nancy Drew novel). I personally don't see how my thick turds could fit down the poo shaft without the vacuum action of flushing, but apparently it is possible. Unless there is a poo-troll (maybe an ASS TROLL?) that lives in there and eats shit. That sounds about right.

WOULD - not I 'was'...I WOULD stand/squat...(correcting myself, as if anyone cares)

annejelynn- wasn't that gremlins?? that is all i can think of.

When i was about 5, we had a rat come up our toilet. my mom had recently broken her ankle, and dad threatened it with one of the crutches. the funniest part of it was mom repeating, "don't you touch that rat with my crutches. yoou'd better not touch it."

I'm deathly afraid of poop. I'm scared it might jump up, chase me, and hunt me down. I mean seriously, the poop on South Park has caused severe nightmares. Think about it, what if your poop just jumped up and started singing???

Katie-BBAW: "I can almost feel their ass cheeks on my own."

So vivid. So poetic.

Really? You can feel the ghostly ass cheeks? Have you considered using this gift to benefit humanity?

Yes, BFE - I have considered going on the Montel Williams Show, alongside Sylvia Brown, however I am a toilet bowl psychic. I can tell exactly what the person who sat on the toilet before me was thinking. I can feel their ghostly ass vibes!

Heather probably can clog quite a toilet herself.

Those of us who don't go for long periods of time?

We *save up*.

Let's just say I can work a plunger like nobody's business.

Cathi - “I see your heiny, all bright and shiny. You better hide it, or else I’ll bite it.” My husband sings that all the time to our baby. I'll have to tell him about your story. I finally got him to stop singing something he grew up with: something about an old man who comes to the door with no pants on and wants a glass of beer.

Mamaramma - Your child may grow up to think it perfectly normal to bite other people's asses. Now that's a party trick! Screw butterfly kisses!

cathi - did you ever see that episode of the Smurfs where Gargamel poisoned them, and they turned another color, went around grunting, "G-NAT, G-NAT!" while chomping on each other's butts? That freaked me out as a kid - that and Fraggle Rock

Ern - From his messed up family. There's also one about a titty twister, which I have also forbid in our lives. On a more positive note, he knows a song that lists the 50 states in alphabetical order, and now we're trying to teach that to our daughter for some future stupid human trick appearance.

it's allLLL about the poop

Poop, poop, poopity schmoopity poopy doop! POOP EVERLASTING!

To all autism trolls: there's a special on NBC right now (eastern/central) on it.

Re: saving up poop. I knew a guy awhile back who had to have a major enema at the hospital for whatever reason, and lost over 5 pounds of poop. He said he felt great afterwards. I've always kind of wanted to get a professional enema after hearing that, but haven't brought myself to that... yet!

Ah...looks likes it's ass o'clock at the La Dooce's!

I have the opposite problem. My mother freaking trained me so that I can't go but like 30 minutes after a meal without...making a contribution.

OK, you guys enjoy your poop talk. I'm going to bed since it's almost midnight here...
Tomorrow is Self-portrait Wednesday, right?

excellent post dooce - that is exactly how my one and only time snowboarding went. when i hit the lottery i plan on going again.

What? There's no santa?

Man, I live less than 2 hours from a place I could snowboard with my kids (while they're still young that the doofus genes have yet to take hold of them). What a great post -- makes me want to head to the hill.

*Totally* relate the the frustration part of it! I still vividly remember learning how to ski more than 20 years ago and hating everyone around me because it made no sense. Wound up loving it though.

What a fun date for you and Jon. :)

Katiebbaw, I am so intrigued by your gift. After the Montel Show, you could get your own TV show, like "Ass Medium," where you help solve toilet-related crimes. I would watch.

Upon visualizing an utterly thrilled and now totally-snowboarding-hooked-Heather, yelling "AGAIN" - girl, you are soo cute!.

great snowboarding story, i will print it out and send it to my sister (who also saw god on a mountain).
thanks for this one.

I was in Ski Club in High School. Really, all I needed was a big geeky watch.

Yeah mom, your so right. Trendy clothes *are* a waste of money.

Strizz, Dooce lived in LA, dated actors, and hung out with a lot of music people - I suspect she's met a coked-up person or three in her day, and it's really not hard to spot (as evinced by a 20-something in-law of mine recently - it was crystal-clear that he was coked up even before he pulled me aside and offered me some, because he was shaky and would NOT shut the fuck up. My answer was no.).

Heather, I respect that you stuck it out and finally got to experience what all the fuss is about. I SO want to learn...

Wow, Heather, I'm jealous. I ALMOST got THERE this weekend when I went skiing. But then my knee gave out and we had to stop even though I kept asking my bf for the ibuprofen, because "if I just take four ibuprofen - it'll stop hurting, honey, and we can keep skiing, please?"

*Mrs Strizzay* - did you see my post earlier about the disappearing poo? - just wanted to check w/ ya...

I'm so excited that you liked snowboarding! Yay!! It's always hard to convince people that it gets way better once you figure it out. WAY BETTER... I got my best friend to try it a couple of years ago and now, like me, she's hooked. Now you just have to keep doing it!