Well after reading the news (again) this morning I am left feeling depressed (again) so I'm sharing more of my favorite pics...have a good day. Peace...b
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
More beauty...we NEED it.
Well after reading the news (again) this morning I am left feeling depressed (again) so I'm sharing more of my favorite pics...have a good day. Peace...b
Beauty in Our World
Aug 16 ~ 05
I've been thinking today - about some of the sad state of affairs on our planet. People dying in needless wars, the conflict over the Gaza Strip, the genocide in Africa...anyway - you get the grim picture. Anyway...I was cruisin the web and found some beautiful pics...and wanted to share. There is beauty in our world too - even though sometimes we have to look for it.
peace everyone
b
One of my favorite people...and quotes
Mr Rogers ~ He is one of my favorite people...EVER...along with my grandmother, Martin Luther King Jr., Lucretia Mott & Harriet Tubman...anyway...I digress - as usual...
I LOVE THIS QUOTE and wanted to share...
b
On Labeling People...
Aug 15 ~ 05
Hey all...just wanted to bring up something that has been bugging me. Its late and I'm tired so I won't rant for too long. I was talking to one of my good friends this evening and she brought something up that I've wondered about before. She mentioned that she hates filling out the school forms for her children because of the "ethnicity" labeling question.
In her family she is descended from predominantly Hispanic relations while her husband is predominantly "white". So what box does she "check" for her children? They are not just "white" nor are they just "hispanic". She mentioned that this kind of irks her and I can see why.
Yes I've heard all of the blah blahing of the bureacrats about "funding sources" "affirmative action" etc., however, I think a lot of it just boils down to the fact that we humans as a species LOVE to label things...especially people. Why is that?
Why must we be able to "fit" everyone into a label that we specify? Does it make us feel more comfortable if we can "categorize" everything in our world...including human beings? I mean think about the labels in our daily lives..."stay-at-home-mom" or "working mom"...I just LOVE the latter one because I have met VERY FEW "non-working" mom's....in fact I don't think I every have...including "career housewives". We are labeled at our jobs, our neighborhoods that we live in are labeled...the "burbs", "hood", "in the sticks" (where my 12 year old thinks we live...lol!). Anyway ~ of course this whole "what label are your children?" got me to thinking...
My grandmother (paternal) is descended from a native american tribe and so is my husbands maternal grandmother. My paternal grandfather is full on Norwegian. I have NO IDEA where my mother's family hailed from although I suspect that there is more than likely more native american and possibly african-american lineage from that side as well...even though I look like the label of "white". What does that make our children...are we just classifying by skin color here or are we ACTUALLY classifying by ethnicity? How can we when some families are SO DIVERSE!
I have another friend who has mentioned the same problem when filling out forms. She comes from a white/asian marriage and her husband hails from an african/white marriage...what does that make their children? Should they "check" all four boxes? What label should be "attached" to their children? Should the parents go ahead and label their children as "ethnic" so the school recieves more money and they recieve a better chance at a scholarship?
This raises some interesting questions ~ especially in light of our rapidly evolving diverse culture in North America. Maybe its time to shed some of the "labels" ~ maybe that's okay. I'm not saying we should all start abandoning our own unique cultural heritage and/or family histories...but maybe its time we stop trying so hard to label everyone. Maybe its just time to take a big collective breath and realize that whether we're "Hispanic", "Black", "Asian", "White", "Native American"...maybe we're just all human beings-living in the same geographical area-ultimately carrying on with our very human, very average, very messy/beautiful lives every day. That's it...we're just humans. Irregardless of how our skin and/or eye color managed to turn out in the genetic crap shoot.
Oh - btw-the family that hails from four different "ethnic labels" - their little boy is a blonde headed/light eyed very "white" looking child. So what should go on his school forms?
Other?
Seriously...
Maybe its time for a change...change is scary...but it is certain. We have come a long way in the past century in letting go of racial, ethnic, and religious stereotyping. Maybe its time we start letting go of the labels too.
Hey all...just wanted to bring up something that has been bugging me. Its late and I'm tired so I won't rant for too long. I was talking to one of my good friends this evening and she brought something up that I've wondered about before. She mentioned that she hates filling out the school forms for her children because of the "ethnicity" labeling question.
In her family she is descended from predominantly Hispanic relations while her husband is predominantly "white". So what box does she "check" for her children? They are not just "white" nor are they just "hispanic". She mentioned that this kind of irks her and I can see why.
Yes I've heard all of the blah blahing of the bureacrats about "funding sources" "affirmative action" etc., however, I think a lot of it just boils down to the fact that we humans as a species LOVE to label things...especially people. Why is that?
Why must we be able to "fit" everyone into a label that we specify? Does it make us feel more comfortable if we can "categorize" everything in our world...including human beings? I mean think about the labels in our daily lives..."stay-at-home-mom" or "working mom"...I just LOVE the latter one because I have met VERY FEW "non-working" mom's....in fact I don't think I every have...including "career housewives". We are labeled at our jobs, our neighborhoods that we live in are labeled...the "burbs", "hood", "in the sticks" (where my 12 year old thinks we live...lol!). Anyway ~ of course this whole "what label are your children?" got me to thinking...
My grandmother (paternal) is descended from a native american tribe and so is my husbands maternal grandmother. My paternal grandfather is full on Norwegian. I have NO IDEA where my mother's family hailed from although I suspect that there is more than likely more native american and possibly african-american lineage from that side as well...even though I look like the label of "white". What does that make our children...are we just classifying by skin color here or are we ACTUALLY classifying by ethnicity? How can we when some families are SO DIVERSE!
I have another friend who has mentioned the same problem when filling out forms. She comes from a white/asian marriage and her husband hails from an african/white marriage...what does that make their children? Should they "check" all four boxes? What label should be "attached" to their children? Should the parents go ahead and label their children as "ethnic" so the school recieves more money and they recieve a better chance at a scholarship?
This raises some interesting questions ~ especially in light of our rapidly evolving diverse culture in North America. Maybe its time to shed some of the "labels" ~ maybe that's okay. I'm not saying we should all start abandoning our own unique cultural heritage and/or family histories...but maybe its time we stop trying so hard to label everyone. Maybe its just time to take a big collective breath and realize that whether we're "Hispanic", "Black", "Asian", "White", "Native American"...maybe we're just all human beings-living in the same geographical area-ultimately carrying on with our very human, very average, very messy/beautiful lives every day. That's it...we're just humans. Irregardless of how our skin and/or eye color managed to turn out in the genetic crap shoot.
Oh - btw-the family that hails from four different "ethnic labels" - their little boy is a blonde headed/light eyed very "white" looking child. So what should go on his school forms?
Other?
Seriously...
Maybe its time for a change...change is scary...but it is certain. We have come a long way in the past century in letting go of racial, ethnic, and religious stereotyping. Maybe its time we start letting go of the labels too.
Hi everyone! sorry for absence...back problems!
Hi everyone ~ So sorry for prolonged absence. I've been having some lower back problems...major pain on various levels. Anyway...just checking in. We're gearing up for bts here...kids are NOT happy...but MOM is ready! lol! Hope everyone is well...more later...
b
b
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
A Zen Poem
A man traveling across a field encountered a tiger. He fled, the tiger after him. Coming to a precipice, he caught hold of the root of a wild vine and swung himself over the edge.
The tiger sniffed at him from above. Trembling, the man looked down to where, far below, another tiger was waiting to eat him. Only the vine sustained him.
Two mice, one white and one black, little by little started to gnaw away the vine. The man then saw a luscious strawberry near him. Grasping the vine with one hand, he plucked the strawberry with the other.
How sweet it tasted.
Zen Poem
The tiger sniffed at him from above. Trembling, the man looked down to where, far below, another tiger was waiting to eat him. Only the vine sustained him.
Two mice, one white and one black, little by little started to gnaw away the vine. The man then saw a luscious strawberry near him. Grasping the vine with one hand, he plucked the strawberry with the other.
How sweet it tasted.
Zen Poem
Saturday, July 30, 2005
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BENNER!
Good Grief ~ I'm REALLY feeling old today. My "baby" brother turned 22 today. Happy Birthday Benner...does anyone still call you that? I was 11 when you were born and Dad almost tore the door off of the camaro backing out of the garage he was so nervous!
Helen was in so much pain and it scared me! When we got to the hospital there were too many laboring women and not enough hospital rooms...so helen and many other women were "parked" in the hallway to labor. I remember that there was one lady who was screaming obscenities akin to the movie "Excorcist" and it scared me.
And the hallway smelled bad. So I crawled under Helen's bed and hid. I remember thinking..."why would ANYONE WANT to go through with something like this?" "This is horrible! This is awful!" (At 11 years old I had only vague notions of what human reproduction entailed ~ and for the most part ~ except for "Magnum PI" ~ I thought boys were gross and annoying. I remember thinking "I will NEVER have children." Ahh yes...humans make plans and god laughs...
Anyway ~ I remember that I hadn't wanted any siblings. I was happy by myself thank you very much, so I was highly offended at your birth debut. I figured that if you had the gall to be born you at least had better be of the female persuasion, because a sister wouldn't be SO bad.
You were a boy (of course). And I was PISSED! But that passed. I remember when you came home and we were all so tired from lack of sleep. But it was a different kind of tired. An exciting kind of tired that possibly only siblings experience when they find each other. I wasn't really responsible for you...but you were my brother. I didn't have to actually raise you. But I got to play with you. I learned how to help change your diapers and how to heat up your formula. I was determined NOT to like you from day one. When I first looked into your eyes and realized that we actually shared genetics it was a powerful emotion. I can't describe it now because my 11 year old self didn't understand the emotions then.
You changed the whole dynamic of our family...but in a good way. You were really my first real "experience" with a baby. I decided that MAYBE someday when I was in my late 30's and done traveling the world, I MIGHT want to have a child. But the first time you smiled at me and responded to my words, you had my heart forever.
As with every thing else fading, dropping, and aging on me my memory has faded. But there are some things I remember from when you were little.
*I called you "benner"
*You liked Peter Rabbit and I would read to you
*I talked to you when you were just a small infant but I could SWEAR by the look on your face that you understood me
*You liked to "ride" around the vacuum when I vacuumed (or for that matter when ANYONE vacuumed) ~ eventually you got too big and the vacuum actually broke
*I used to pick up both of your feet in one hand and hold your butt off the floor while I changed your diaper ~ so I wouldn't get poop or pee anywhere~ and you would giggle (don't you just LOVE my memories...LOL!)
*I would play "walkie man" with you and you would giggle and laugh
*Your 2nd birthday at Chuck E Cheese when it was just you, me, and Helen. I think Dad had to work that night. I remember following you around the restaurant because I was worried you were going to get hurt ~ you were so excited. I still have a picture of you riding on one of the rides. You have pizza on your face and your smiling.
*When you were a baby you liked to growl at people
*Dad used to work the night shift ~ I think (or maybe mids?) anyway ~ we used to go for walks around the neighborhood during the day when you were a baby. Dad and I would take turns pushing the stroller. I felt really important. And I was really proud of you.
*I remember when I was in 9th or 10th grade and you came home crying because some bullies were picking on you and your friend. I was SO ANGRY ~ that someone had hurt you. Of course being the sensible and level-headed adolescent that I was (HA HA HA) I immediately "confronted" the school yard bullies (with my adolescent best friend "cyndie")~ AND made you promise not to say anything to Dad & Helen. They never bothered you again ~ but every time those boys saw me they would "hightail" it in the other direction...lol!
*I remember when I left home (not under the greatest circumstances). Of everything I missed, I missed you and Alex the most. I didn't want you guys to think I was "leaving" you. It was really hard but I tried to act like it wasn't. When I was in basic training and later in technical school I would show a picture of you and alex to everybody. I was afraid that you both were going to forget about me.
Anyway...just some memories I was rehashing earlier. I get nostalgic on birthdays. Other people's birthdays...lol!
I just want you to know that I'm so proud of you ~ and that I'll always be your sister ~ and I'll always be here to stand up for you or just to listen. And you can always come to me...with anything.
kisses and hugs
bran
Helen was in so much pain and it scared me! When we got to the hospital there were too many laboring women and not enough hospital rooms...so helen and many other women were "parked" in the hallway to labor. I remember that there was one lady who was screaming obscenities akin to the movie "Excorcist" and it scared me.
And the hallway smelled bad. So I crawled under Helen's bed and hid. I remember thinking..."why would ANYONE WANT to go through with something like this?" "This is horrible! This is awful!" (At 11 years old I had only vague notions of what human reproduction entailed ~ and for the most part ~ except for "Magnum PI" ~ I thought boys were gross and annoying. I remember thinking "I will NEVER have children." Ahh yes...humans make plans and god laughs...
Anyway ~ I remember that I hadn't wanted any siblings. I was happy by myself thank you very much, so I was highly offended at your birth debut. I figured that if you had the gall to be born you at least had better be of the female persuasion, because a sister wouldn't be SO bad.
You were a boy (of course). And I was PISSED! But that passed. I remember when you came home and we were all so tired from lack of sleep. But it was a different kind of tired. An exciting kind of tired that possibly only siblings experience when they find each other. I wasn't really responsible for you...but you were my brother. I didn't have to actually raise you. But I got to play with you. I learned how to help change your diapers and how to heat up your formula. I was determined NOT to like you from day one. When I first looked into your eyes and realized that we actually shared genetics it was a powerful emotion. I can't describe it now because my 11 year old self didn't understand the emotions then.
You changed the whole dynamic of our family...but in a good way. You were really my first real "experience" with a baby. I decided that MAYBE someday when I was in my late 30's and done traveling the world, I MIGHT want to have a child. But the first time you smiled at me and responded to my words, you had my heart forever.
As with every thing else fading, dropping, and aging on me my memory has faded. But there are some things I remember from when you were little.
*I called you "benner"
*You liked Peter Rabbit and I would read to you
*I talked to you when you were just a small infant but I could SWEAR by the look on your face that you understood me
*You liked to "ride" around the vacuum when I vacuumed (or for that matter when ANYONE vacuumed) ~ eventually you got too big and the vacuum actually broke
*I used to pick up both of your feet in one hand and hold your butt off the floor while I changed your diaper ~ so I wouldn't get poop or pee anywhere~ and you would giggle (don't you just LOVE my memories...LOL!)
*I would play "walkie man" with you and you would giggle and laugh
*Your 2nd birthday at Chuck E Cheese when it was just you, me, and Helen. I think Dad had to work that night. I remember following you around the restaurant because I was worried you were going to get hurt ~ you were so excited. I still have a picture of you riding on one of the rides. You have pizza on your face and your smiling.
*When you were a baby you liked to growl at people
*Dad used to work the night shift ~ I think (or maybe mids?) anyway ~ we used to go for walks around the neighborhood during the day when you were a baby. Dad and I would take turns pushing the stroller. I felt really important. And I was really proud of you.
*I remember when I was in 9th or 10th grade and you came home crying because some bullies were picking on you and your friend. I was SO ANGRY ~ that someone had hurt you. Of course being the sensible and level-headed adolescent that I was (HA HA HA) I immediately "confronted" the school yard bullies (with my adolescent best friend "cyndie")~ AND made you promise not to say anything to Dad & Helen. They never bothered you again ~ but every time those boys saw me they would "hightail" it in the other direction...lol!
*I remember when I left home (not under the greatest circumstances). Of everything I missed, I missed you and Alex the most. I didn't want you guys to think I was "leaving" you. It was really hard but I tried to act like it wasn't. When I was in basic training and later in technical school I would show a picture of you and alex to everybody. I was afraid that you both were going to forget about me.
Anyway...just some memories I was rehashing earlier. I get nostalgic on birthdays. Other people's birthdays...lol!
I just want you to know that I'm so proud of you ~ and that I'll always be your sister ~ and I'll always be here to stand up for you or just to listen. And you can always come to me...with anything.
kisses and hugs
bran
Friday, July 29, 2005
Thursday, July 28, 2005
SOME OF MY FAVORITE MOVIE QUOTES
Hi everyone ~ today I'm taking a break from ranting and recording daily info ~ and sharing some of my favorite movie quotes/scenes, etc; and the site that provides them ~ enjoy
MONTY PYTHONS: THE HOLY GRAIL
The Black Knight: Have at you!
King Arthur: You're indeed brave sir knight, but the fight is mine.
The Black Knight: Oh, had enough, aye?
King Arthur: Look you stupid bastard, you've got no arms left.
The Black Knight: Yes I have.
King Arthur:
Look!
The Black Knight: Just a flesh wound!
FROM WILLY WONKA
We must remember there are many more important things, many more important things . . . off hand, I can't think of what they are, but I'm sure there must be something.
WILLY WONKAThe suspense is terrible . . . I hope it'll last.
FROM "THE PRINCESS BRIDE" Westley: Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.
FROM "THE PRINCESS BRIDE"Buttercup: We'll never survive. Westley: Nonsense, you're only saying that because no one ever has.
LARRY FLYNT
I think the real obscenity comes from raising out youth to believe that sex is bad and ugly and dirty. And yet, it is heroic to go spill guts and blood in the most ghastly manner in the name of humanity.
With all the taboos attached to sex, it's no wonder we have the problems we have. It's no wonder were angry and violent and genocidal. But, ask yourself the question, what is more obscene: sex or war?
ALEX ISAACMAN
(LAWYER FOR LARRY FLYNT)
I'm not trying to convince you that you should like what Larry Flynt does. I don't like what Larry Flynt does. But, what I do like is that I live in a country where you and I can make that decision for ourselves.
I like that I live in a country where I can pick up Hustler magazine and read it if I want to, or throw it in the garbage can if that's where I think it belongs. Or, better yet, I can exercise my opinion and not buy it.
I like that I have that right.
I care about it.
And, you should care about it too.
MONTY PYTHONS: THE HOLY GRAIL
The Black Knight: Have at you!
King Arthur: You're indeed brave sir knight, but the fight is mine.
The Black Knight: Oh, had enough, aye?
King Arthur: Look you stupid bastard, you've got no arms left.
The Black Knight: Yes I have.
King Arthur:
Look!
The Black Knight: Just a flesh wound!
FROM WILLY WONKA
We must remember there are many more important things, many more important things . . . off hand, I can't think of what they are, but I'm sure there must be something.
WILLY WONKAThe suspense is terrible . . . I hope it'll last.
FROM "THE PRINCESS BRIDE" Westley: Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.
FROM "THE PRINCESS BRIDE"Buttercup: We'll never survive. Westley: Nonsense, you're only saying that because no one ever has.
LARRY FLYNT
I think the real obscenity comes from raising out youth to believe that sex is bad and ugly and dirty. And yet, it is heroic to go spill guts and blood in the most ghastly manner in the name of humanity.
With all the taboos attached to sex, it's no wonder we have the problems we have. It's no wonder were angry and violent and genocidal. But, ask yourself the question, what is more obscene: sex or war?
ALEX ISAACMAN
(LAWYER FOR LARRY FLYNT)
I'm not trying to convince you that you should like what Larry Flynt does. I don't like what Larry Flynt does. But, what I do like is that I live in a country where you and I can make that decision for ourselves.
I like that I live in a country where I can pick up Hustler magazine and read it if I want to, or throw it in the garbage can if that's where I think it belongs. Or, better yet, I can exercise my opinion and not buy it.
I like that I have that right.
I care about it.
And, you should care about it too.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Monday, April 18, 2005
BACK IN BUSYNESS!
Well after being infected (our computer) with a VERY bad virus we had to buy a complete new system. Which was bad for our budget but is oh so much nicer - and faster! Of course I've had to re-load all of my software and stuff. I never realized how much of my "life" was on my computer! Its kind of scary. This week was pretty eventful, I was sick most of the week with a weird flu-bug and kat woke up Tuesday morning complaining that her back hurt. Of course being the "sensible & calm" mother that I am I immediately decided it was meningitis. To make matters worse I had to drive in a fever-induced delirium to our pediatrician in bakersfield who calmly informed me that our daughter was suffering from nothing more serious than a strained muscle. Probably from the "mommy&me" gymnastics class we had attended the previous day. DUH. Of course I probably would have thought of this had I not been sick. Luckily, we've had the same pediatrician for 6 years now so she knows what a crack-pot I am...LOL!
In other news on the slicer-front - Haden & Tristan are taking skateboarding & rollerblading lessons (respectively) @ Woodward and Kat and I are TRYING to participate in "mommy & me gymnastics". Of course this usually ends up being me chasing her around the gym saying things like "no..no..don't touch that...oops...be careful!....no...no...OH NO!" lol! By the time we leave I'm wondering who has had the better work-out.
Other than that nothing else really knew. The kids are looking forward to school being over (pool time!) and my next door neighbor and good friend (Veronica) had her 3rd child about 2 weeks ago. Its a baby boy and they named him "nicholas". He's a keeper! Of course now she's struggleing with post-partum depression, breastfeeding issue's, etc., plus the added pressure of being a new mama of 3 children instead of 2. Her oldest is 8 and her m iddle is 4. I told her she'll just have to lower her standards like I have and that from now on her house will look like mine! hee hee...I don't think she was comforted
In other news on the slicer-front - Haden & Tristan are taking skateboarding & rollerblading lessons (respectively) @ Woodward and Kat and I are TRYING to participate in "mommy & me gymnastics". Of course this usually ends up being me chasing her around the gym saying things like "no..no..don't touch that...oops...be careful!....no...no...OH NO!" lol! By the time we leave I'm wondering who has had the better work-out.
Other than that nothing else really knew. The kids are looking forward to school being over (pool time!) and my next door neighbor and good friend (Veronica) had her 3rd child about 2 weeks ago. Its a baby boy and they named him "nicholas". He's a keeper! Of course now she's struggleing with post-partum depression, breastfeeding issue's, etc., plus the added pressure of being a new mama of 3 children instead of 2. Her oldest is 8 and her m iddle is 4. I told her she'll just have to lower her standards like I have and that from now on her house will look like mine! hee hee...I don't think she was comforted
Sunday, February 20, 2005
Okay, I figured out the editing my bio photo...of course I now have this huge ugly pic of me in my blog...lol! ANYWAY - I love this pic of Kat too, it was taken last month (1/05). She's getting ready to "go down" for her nap...you can tell because she's sucking her thumb which is a dead give away that she's goin out :) so cute. Anyway - her brother's (who she calls HADEN) (both of them) were wearing bandana's as was her daddy (they were cleaning out the garage and for some reason suburban males like to dress up like they are guest appearing on American Chopper when they do this sometimes)...ANYWAY - I digress-of course she had to have a bandanna too...here is the result...to cute.
Saturday, February 19, 2005
Saturday, February 12, 2005
Sad State of Affairs
Well I just finished reading a news article about bush's latest antics. I can not believe it. Major budget cuts or even elimination for health care programs, education, law enforcement, education reform, veterans benefits, and homeland security. All so his administration can fund more war-mongering...sorry...guess I just have to vent. Anyway, check out the following link for some humor. I guess in times like this it doesn't hurt to laugh...
http://www.allhatnocattle.net/
Also, you can check out what Jim, Haden, and friends are doing today (snowboarding) at Shirley Meadows...
http://www.shirleymeadows.com
Everything else is pretty much the same in the Slicer household this weekend. We had Haden's sleep-over last night and survived that! The boys had 5 pizza's, 3 order's of breadsticks, various chips and snacks, and a 1/2 sheet of Baskin Robbins Ice Cream Cake (with a picture of Bam Margera on it;) and of course numerous glasses of soda. Then they watched "Out Cold" a hilarious snow boarding movie which we have watched about 84 times now. Jim sounded the "wake-up" call this morning around 5:00 AM and they sounded raring to go! Even though they stayed up until at least midnight! AAAHHHH to be 12 again!
http://www.allhatnocattle.net/
Also, you can check out what Jim, Haden, and friends are doing today (snowboarding) at Shirley Meadows...
http://www.shirleymeadows.com
Everything else is pretty much the same in the Slicer household this weekend. We had Haden's sleep-over last night and survived that! The boys had 5 pizza's, 3 order's of breadsticks, various chips and snacks, and a 1/2 sheet of Baskin Robbins Ice Cream Cake (with a picture of Bam Margera on it;) and of course numerous glasses of soda. Then they watched "Out Cold" a hilarious snow boarding movie which we have watched about 84 times now. Jim sounded the "wake-up" call this morning around 5:00 AM and they sounded raring to go! Even though they stayed up until at least midnight! AAAHHHH to be 12 again!
Saturday, February 05, 2005
This is me, Haden, & Tristan snowboarding at Jay Peak in Vermont (I'm really not this fat...I swear-its the 15 layers of clothes I had on because its FREAKING COLD THERE!) Anyway, about snowboarding...if you try to learn in your 30's its a VERY humbling experience. We all had a great time and the kids and Jim are good snowboarder's...however, I'm still learning. But it is fun and a lot of exercise. My muscles hurt for about a week AND I had to fly back to California (non-stop) with a donut pillow behind my neck and taking about 5 extra strength aspirin every hour...but it was worth it *smile*. Our 12 yr old (Haden) indicated "God Mom...you look PATHETIC!" Ah yes...the innocence and sweetness of children - don't worry...I found a way to ground him from his skateboard later *evil laugh* 
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