tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671922467974087789.post3906405167930474499..comments2024-01-24T02:38:51.614-08:00Comments on Word Savvy: Jesus Was a Community OrganizerKChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077234813113524553noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671922467974087789.post-57668444417451470992008-10-05T10:47:00.000-07:002008-10-05T10:47:00.000-07:00This sounds very fun. We can do a compare/contrast...This sounds very fun. We can do a compare/contrast venn diagram because your story makes me think back on my own experience which I will now relay. On #1 son's first outing on the ice, he was out there for about 20 seconds, slipping and falling horribly, so I looked away because I couldn't handle watching. About 5 seconds later, someone said, "Isn't that Quinn bleeding?" I looked up and he was hanging over the edge of the rink, screaming and crying, blood streaming from his chin. It was husbandman's birthday but we ended up going over to the hospital for 7 stitches, rather than out to dinner. So...your story is a big relief to me. Well done, SHEF!!!!!!LHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14208588882516068765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671922467974087789.post-60364151945188260062008-10-05T14:00:00.000-07:002008-10-05T14:00:00.000-07:00lol, lee. poor quinno. does he know how to skate...lol, lee. poor quinno. does he know how to skate now??KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077234813113524553noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671922467974087789.post-541174717897952212008-10-05T17:52:00.000-07:002008-10-05T17:52:00.000-07:00Santa brought me skates last year. I enjoy them as...Santa brought me skates last year. I enjoy them as much as one can in sunny California. I took an adult group skate class. These new skates were very good at going fast, but I needed to learn how to stop. After 12 weeks, there was no stopping lesson, but I managed to learn it myself in the public skating time that followed each class.<br><br>The first class was very similar to Shef's: they take everyone (adults, remember) out on the ice and ask them to move about 10 feet. Those that can (me included) went into the intermediate class. Those that couldn't (a friend I was with) went into the beginner section. I wish we'd gotten cookies. We didn't.<br><br>It turned out to be a figure skating class. I was OK until the last few lessons where my lack of a toe pick (I love my Graf's, but they're really not made for figures) put me at a bit of a disadvantage.Bobhttp://bmary.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671922467974087789.post-25525878655018767392008-12-31T18:06:00.000-08:002008-12-31T18:06:00.000-08:00I agree that many hockey players can be assholic, ...I agree that many hockey players can be assholic, but Joe's teammates turned out to be some of the best guys ever. And I didn't sign him up for hockey when he was young, so he was always playing catch up to make varsity. Joe still holds that against me, so I have to side with Dan on this one (probably a first) that it was a good thing to sign up Shef for skating lessons. Next year he can play mites.Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414594585130068337noreply@blogger.com