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Leggs

Sport climber
A true CA girl, who landed in the desert...
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 14, 2012 - 05:00pm PT
i'm very lucky, and i don't take that for granted.

~peace.

Pickle~2yrs old <br/>
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1994
Pickle~2yrs old

1994
Credit: Leggs
Pickle and I ~ 17 yrs old. <br/>
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2009
Pickle and I ~ 17 yrs old.

2009
Credit: Leggs
Pickle~17 yrs old <br/>
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2009
Pickle~17 yrs old

2009
Credit: Leggs
Studly

Trad climber
WA
Dec 14, 2012 - 05:33pm PT
My sunshine girls!

Credit: Studly
Leggs

Sport climber
A true CA girl, who landed in the desert...
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 14, 2012 - 06:03pm PT
I'm speechless, Studly~

Thank you for sharing... we are blessed...

~peace
Dingus Milktoast

Gym climber
And every fool knows, a dog needs a home, and...
Dec 15, 2012 - 05:21am PT
I wrote and posted this to Vitaliy's First World thread, but given the context and the various machinations of the day... (yesterday?)... I thought I'd repost it here: cuz its a mad mad mad mad mad world.
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First world problems.....

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Missing photo ID#252847

I need to be in Chicago for an 8 am meeting. I need to be in California for a 6 PM birthday party. Connect the dots.

Meeting is one of the largest potential clients my company could court. The entire trip including 3 people, 3 hotel rooms and 2 rental cars, plus meals, - for the opportunity for a 1 hour meeting. 1 hour.

I flew most of the previous day, coming in to the Windy City about 6:30 PM. Made my way to the rental car center forthwith. Already had my destination hotel programmed into the GPS, driving one of them there Kias, like those cars.

Early the next morning, Chicago time, early yesterday morning that is, I showered and dressed early so as to make a phone call. Spent 30 minutes in the wee hours getting caught up. Nice. Good start to my Friday morning.

Anyway we make the meeting, starting perhaps 5 minutes late. Room was reserved from 8 to 9 so we had a hard stop. We went right up to our allotted time, packed up and by 9:10 AM yesterday morning I was officially going home.

My GPS is old and a little slow to grab the satellites so sometimes I have to sit a few in a parking lot till it finds itself. No big.

I also needed to give a business partner a ride to the airport. He sees my difficulty and whips out his android. Jeez its much biggern mine and sports apps for all that. GPS included. So he taps in the airport code and his GPS starts talking in discordance with mine. We're off to the races, each GPS directing us a slightly different way.

9:30 yesterday morning I am ensconced in heavy Chicago traffic, yak yak yakking with this boy from South Alabama (literally ) about smart phones and dumb customers. Yak yak yak several 'get ready to turns' and GODDAMNIT I MISSED MY TURN OFF TO THE AIRPORT!!!!11

5 miles to a complicated turn around, this is the big city, boys, and I am F*#KED F*#KED F*#KED.

No WAY I am going to make this flight. I miss the flight? I miss my daughter's 16th birthday party. One I promised to attend.

I am not the most patient of persons. And when the thumb screws of life start to tighten I can get a little 'guitar stringy' and my nerves go twang and everyone withine 50 feet of me can feel the negative vibes emanating from my soul. Alabama Boy was definitely feeling it and despite my best efforts, at least some of those vibes were aimed at him and his noisy f*#king phone and big mouth. :-) He knew it too, got real quiet as I muttered under my breath about 'never gonna make it now I am f*#ked f*#ked f*#ked f*#ked.'

Finally get turned around, back on track, cost me the 15 minutes I needed to turn in the rental and get to the terminal. So I ask my colleague...

"Hate to ask you this, but could you drop me at my terminal and turn in my car for me, email me the receipt." Dude is all, giving me side looks and sh#t, he's one of those Pausers, he pauses in inordinate amount of time before starting to respond, every time, filling one with the urge to give him his answers. (Of COURSE I'll turn in your car for you man, I LOVE You!)

Reluctantly he agreed. So I finally get to the terminal, hop out in huff puffery, grab my sh#t and go. He's not exactly got a long wait either, so with two fuses burning he tears outta there as I head into Ohara International.

Standing at the ticket counter I realize my cell phone is in the center console of that f*#king car. ARRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh! And I have a call to make, someone waiting on me in fact. F*#K F*#K F*#K F*#K!

Twas also at the ticket counter where I learned I'd lost my reading glasses too. Sh#t sh#t sh#t sh#t sh#t.

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Well the line through security was so long I had time to whip out my.... laptop and fire up my hot spot, even got 4g for a bit. Ah the modern life. Despite fuzzy little hard to read blips on the screen I managed to send two emails... one to work mate, please pick up phone, one to waiting call recipient... lost phone but will attempt Skype from the next airport in about 4 hours.

Get to the gate and my section is boarding, no sooner than I walked up I was on the plane. Phew. On the plane with no phone no glasses and commitments to keep. Like I was in jail, man!

No way I could relax on that flight. No in-flight internet on Neanderthal Airlines, hell the flight attendants didn't even shave their armpits! Men!

Anyway, 4 hours of enforced solitude really did wonders for my collective wah, so I downed a coupla cocktails for my troubles. At my connection I had exactly 20 minutes to pull off the call and I needed to be plugged in to do it. Do you know how hard it is to find an unoccupied AC outlet in an airport these days? I do.

Well I found one, behind this massive concrete pillar. Hah! Cept I could only get spotty 3 g and not even enough of a connection to launch Skype or I.M from yahoo or anything. Just sporadic letters coming through.... aaaarrrrrggggghhhh. Once you go high speed omg you canNOT go back.

Call did not go through, despite 3 different Voip vehicles, I could not get enough speed to spin up the lawn mower, as it were. They started boarding my plane. Lovely.

So I get on the plane with my laptop still open, working it baby. People are looking at me because I am one of 'those businessmen' now, cept I'm not. I do have some semblance of shittness, I don't hold the line, I get my overhead taken care of pronto and I'm in my seat tap tap tapping trying to get some sh#t to happen. No. Sprint f*#ks me again.

We take off, at least I'm on final leg home, about 1 PM here time. At least on this plane there is internet service but true to form it took me 25 f*#king minutes to get their sign up service to f*#king acknowledge me, my password, my account info and to process the transaction to give me 30 precious minutes of email time.

So finally, hours after losing my phone, sitting in a prison chair in the sky, I am able to reconnect to the world. Never mind I'm 1500 miles from where I had breakfast.

Reached one climbing partner, check! OK, Sunday's taken care of. Reached the party I needed to talk to that morning but once again frustration reigns as its too late and one or two sentences is all I get. Arrrgggghhhhh! At least we connected though, a relief.

I get an email from a Taco friend that warms my weary and chilled heart. For a few minutes I am listening to some really cool music and nice words. Oh I forgot the middle seat of my economy class row was occupied by a 300 pounder who couldn't lower the armrest. So I had to do all this scrunched up.

Well the 300 pounder was a nice guy actually and showed me all the cool features on his Android Korean made smart phone, slick! Maybe that's my new phone quien sabe? Laptop battery dies 5 minutes later but at least I got some sh#t done. My boss was unsympathetic in her email reply - 'too bad you lost your phone. Oh well, time to join the 21st century anyway.' She detested my blackberry. She's younger than me. Better looking too. And way smarter.

So I get off the plane and make my way to econo parking where the monster van awaits. Fires right up, I change in the back and WHAM!

A gift from Angus Carbide, sketched on the back of a grocery bag :-&#4...
A gift from Angus Carbide, sketched on the back of a grocery bag :-). The 'white paint' is actually climbing chalk daubed into the paper.
Credit: Dingus Milktoast

I am in 4 PM Sacramento Friday afternoon rush hour, after the mind f*#k of Chicago a few hours back. Welcome to my world.

The stop and go prompts a stop at my herbal pharmacy given its right on the way so at least I was able to score some relaxing flower buds to put in my brazier when I finally got home.

Which I did. Rolled in around 5 PM, pre-party prep well underway. Family is coming up from Lodi and that family drinks beer. So off to the store I go. Since I'd lost my reading glasses I thought I'd go to store X, that sells them, beer, photo processing, rubbing alcohol and travel sized toothpaste... all of which I needed for various purposes.

So this is how I found myself standing in one of the locations of the very company upon whom I'd called, earlier that day, in Chicago, buying some sh#t listening to elevator music, feeling way Blues Brothers, on a mission from god.

Know what?

Family arrived on time. I was there. There was cold beer in the fridge and a giant birthday cake on the counter. Pulled pork sliders so good a bag of 40 buns bloody well disappeared in like 30 minutes. Carnitage! Mmmm tasty. Then cake, and lots and lots of laughter, the teenage girl kind, some of the best laughter ever heard on the planet really. La famila, :-)







That's a pick. I definitely saw a pick.


Some dirty dancing went down,





more laughter, I got to make Joann one of my girlyman cocktails (with vodka, grapefruit pieces, cranberry and a little OJ, har har). I may have enjoyed more than one, who knows. Occasionally escaped to the garage for some of that brazier work and the night rolled on. Even broke out the guitar but never actually played it, they were too hip hop for my ole country boy bullsh#t.









This strange family of mine has a strange tradition of cake face birthdays...



Happy birthday Kaity!






Carlie let me take her picture again. JUST ONE!


Hugs and kisses, see you soons, christmas is just 2 weeks aways... see them to the curb off they go.

Back inside I reflect on the day... for about 5 minutes. Check email, a couple 'home safe' txts, and like... a day in my modern life comes to a close.

So I quaff a sleeping pill and pass out.

See I'm still on that Yankee Fast time and already up in the wee hours, a fact of my modern life. I work for middle easterners, my colleagues are mostly east coast and my workaday time clock would seem strange to an older generation (but not to those in the modern life).

Anyway, I pulled it off. The dude rescued my cell phone, the email was timely, hit his smart phone as he got out of the rental. Its being over nighted back to me.

Found out I may have to go to new England next week, yuk.

But this evening and tomorrow - MOUNTAINS. The laptop time on the plane confirmed, partner lined up and confirmed... we are going CLIMBING baby. Rain or shine, as she's one of those fools like me who thinks any 'up' in the mountain world is climbing and if you can't do style A there are 10 other styles you CAN do in the rain and we seem to like em all.

So anyway, this is the standard hubbub of the modern world and it only scratches the surface at the madness of my schedule, and the things I have to juggle to make ends meet, and still meet my ends. Mostly things are undone, the loose ends of my various schemes waving around in the air like the Hydra's hairdo, haha. Grab a holt of a tendril of my life and you may get bit. I apologize... I'm not in charge of all my faculties and it IS my fault.

But please give me credit... as weak willed and low character as I may be? What I do? I do out of and for love. I really do. I try to do right, I try my best. And I try the hardest to bring home the bacon for my girls.

Like my Kaity, who turned 16 yesterday!!!!11111 :-) :-) :-)

And I made her party! (and she didn't cry, she didn't even want to)



And I got to see Marie really cut loose and dance for a bit... OH... MY... GOD!

DMT
Dingus Milktoast

Gym climber
And every fool knows, a dog needs a home, and...
Dec 15, 2012 - 06:04am PT
Been in there a dozen or more times myself. Bet I could give you a run for your tour guide money, Lisa Mae.

DMT


Hmphf. Born and raised in California, Craig ... I don't think so. ;)

Innit life weird sometimes? These were taken yesterday evening, after the gold rush....






I realized, as I sat there in stop and go.... I could NOT give you a run for your tour guide money. So come show me round my town! Especially the train museum. But I warn you - I can picture most of the locomotives and train cars in there in my head, quite vividly. Love the dining car and the mail car and those engines... I want to lick their shiny cylinders! Hah!

DMT
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 17, 2012 - 08:57am PT
speakin' of trains

StahlBro

Trad climber
San Diego, CA
Dec 17, 2012 - 04:27pm PT
Credit: StahlBro
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 17, 2012 - 04:32pm PT
how high?


Leggs

Sport climber
A true CA girl, who landed in the desert...
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 18, 2012 - 11:50am PT
StahlBro... GREAT photo... was that taken in the desert by chance? :)

Z ... you're on a roll! ;)

Dingus... as always... awesome. As I said in my email over the weekend... Kaity's laughter is priceless. And your run down of events, always entertaining! Great photos. Is Kaity's hair "more blonde" as of late?


~Enjoy Life...
~peace, Leggs


"Now and then it keeps you running
It never seems to die
The trail's spent with fear
Not enough living on the outside

Never seem to get far enough
Staying in between the lines
Hold on to what you can
Waiting for the end
Not knowing when

May the wind take your troubles away
May the wind take your troubles away
Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel,
May the wind take your troubles away

Trying to make it far enough, to the next time zone
Few and far between past the midnight hour
Never feel alone, you're really not alone...

Switching it over to AM
Searching for a truer sound
Can't recall the call letters
Steel guitar and settle down
Catching an all-night station somewhere in Louisiana
It sounds like 1963, but for now it sounds like heaven

May the wind take your troubles away
May the wind take your troubles away
Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel,
May the wind take your troubles away"

One of my favorite songs by Sun Volt
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 18, 2012 - 12:38pm PT


StahlBro

Trad climber
San Diego, CA
Dec 18, 2012 - 01:35pm PT
Thanks Leggs. Yep, Anza Borrego
Leggs

Sport climber
A true CA girl, who landed in the desert...
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 18, 2012 - 03:53pm PT
^^^ Awesome. :) Thanks, StahlBro.

Z ... nice call. :)

19 years ago today I met my best friend, Lopez. We have laughed together, cried, hugged, yelled, played music, explored and laughed some more. We are also known to dance like reindeer in the aisles of stores.

15 years older than I, he has taught me more than anyone about the Beatles, has introduced me to amazing music, has trusted me with his original music and we've shared some special concert moments together, in particular, a King Crimson show in Phx many moons ago. He has also taught me about loyalty, kindness, and acceptance.

I taught him it's never too late to be a dad, to laugh out loud, to be silly beyond words, and to lighten up. My attempts to teach him to tap dance failed. :)

We drive each other nuts, but that's what great friends do. :)
My gift to him for our friendship anniversary?! An old yearbook from Nogales HS, 1935. It's bad ass.

Before we performed together...  <br/>
 <br/>
Club Congress, Tucson AZ
Before we performed together...

Club Congress, Tucson AZ
Credit: Leggs

On stage with Lopez another night...  <br/>
 <br/>
Congress, Tucson AZ
On stage with Lopez another night...

Congress, Tucson AZ
Credit: Leggs
19 years of friendship and you start to look at each other like THIS.
19 years of friendship and you start to look at each other like THIS.
Credit: Leggs
Credit: Leggs
Windy Point <br/>
Mt Lemmon <br/>
Summer 2012 <br/>
Windy Point
Mt Lemmon
Summer 2012

Credit: Leggs
Credit: Leggs



Best friends ... hang on to them. They are priceless.

Enjoy Life!

~peace
eKat

Trad climber
Less than a second shy of 49 minutes
Dec 18, 2012 - 04:00pm PT
Do you remember when I reposted this photo with the following caption?

?

KuntaKinte
KuntaKinte
Credit: NotMe

KUNTE KINTE!

HA!
Leggs

Sport climber
A true CA girl, who landed in the desert...
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 18, 2012 - 04:09pm PT
Oh My Goodness!! I haven't seen that photo in forever, Kath!! And NO, I don't remember the caption! (damn me!)

That was the first time I ever climbed at Jacks Canyon with my goose, Rosie....(Don't get me started on Rosebud love).

That was a great day... Thanks for the reminder, Kath. ~xoxoxoxo

~peace, me

zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 18, 2012 - 05:14pm PT
saytherehey Leggs

i was serious enough about learning how to tap dance that i went to the first night of a class. i got there and the sign on the door said canceled due to lack of interest.

probably an omen of some sort.





notice how the band really gets into it here



and in keeping with the thread theme

the inimitable pLegBates


Leggs

Sport climber
A true CA girl, who landed in the desert...
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 19, 2012 - 05:38am PT
Z! Those clips are great, thank you for sharing. ;)
I remember when Mr. Hines passed away... I cried. And I am now officially in love with Peg Leg Bates. What an amazing fellow. The two guys tapping together... wow. WOW. Awesome.

I didn't learn how to tap dance until I was 30 years old, for the first musical I was cast in, "Anything Goes" by Cole Porter. I had a blast!

A very sweet clip shared with me recently, which happens to incorporate tap dancing and one of my favorite love songs ...


Enjoy Life!

~peace
Leggs

Sport climber
A true CA girl, who landed in the desert...
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 19, 2012 - 08:42am PT
Leggs

Sport climber
A true CA girl, who landed in the desert...
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 19, 2012 - 04:29pm PT
I had to distract myself from the boobie thread with funny music and the talent of The Roots...
(Anastasia, you're rad.)






Carry on: http://www.supertopo.com/climbers-forum/2017719/Boobs-Yes-this-is-damn-OT


Enjoy... what ever gets you going!
~peace

EDIT: Watching this reminds me of how f*#king fantastic The Roots are live! And The Roots are badass live and in concert, esp when you're right up next to the stage. :)




Dingus Milktoast

Gym climber
And every fool knows, a dog needs a home, and...
Dec 19, 2012 - 04:34pm PT
Hi leggs, was watching that vid link you sent me, again. Thanks for that. So anyway,

I was looking at my guitar standing over there leaning against the bookcase, imaging, what it might be like if I could actually play that thing. :-) It might go something like this:



Haha

DMT
Leggs

Sport climber
A true CA girl, who landed in the desert...
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 19, 2012 - 05:35pm PT
Hahahhaha! That was brilliant, DMT. Just brilliant.

My suggestion? Pick up your guitar. :)
My son recently took his Stella from my house, and I am so happy he is playing it. My best friend, Lopez, got it for Pickle when he turned 13, and it's only taken 7 years for my son to get into it. When Pickle was growing up, I never provided him "regular" Toys R Us gifts, instead opting to put art supplies in his hands, every type of musical instrument, exposed him to climbing at a very young age, skateboarding, break dancing and theater.

I grew up with my own guitar and a piano in the house. My father plays 12 string, and my mother played piano before hospice was put in place at home, then I just started playing FOR her. I haven't played since her death.

On THAT note, I will be getting a keyboard from my friend Natalie at the end of this month, I think right after Christmas. She knows I write original lyrics, and thought it would be great I had an instrument I could play. (I cannot play the guitar at all because of my Fibromyalgia) What's great is that I've been wanting to purchase myself a keyboard, Natalie didn't know that I used to play, and then offered me this gift, out of the clear blue. I couldn't be more excited!!
The Universe listens to what you put out there... it's a gift to be open and receptive to the gifts we didn't know would be presented... music, love, support, and the warmth and kindness of others. I am forever a student of this Life, and I couldn't be more pleased.

Now, enough about me, Dingus... get your eyes back over to the Boobie Thread. :)


Enjoy Life!
~peace, LM
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