April 07, 2004
They skip, you skip, we skip, iskip.
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Cheez, they make skipping unfunny. We need a new word for real skipping.
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I've always found skipping to be a surprisingly effective mode of transportaion. My father blew his knees out years ago. He can't run due to the impact, but he recently found out he can skip down the road at a pretty good clip. Somehow it's heartening to watch a 65 year old man skipping away with four small dogs running along next to him.
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I assumed from the title that this was a post about Gilligan's Island. What sort of person comes up with a site dedicated to skipping? *shakes head*
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Aw, skip it.
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Skipping is good off-season training for skiing. No way in hell I'll do it with anybody watching, though -- entirely too Peter Pan. Gag. Little buddy! Little buddy!
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I don't know if they do it any more, but when I was in intermediate school (~junior high), all schools had to do this "Jump Rope For Heart" thing, where teams of kids skipped for twelve hours non-stop in return for sponsorship that went to the Heart Foundation. I remember it because of how dead I was after a solid hour of jumping rope, and the fact that I couldn't skip double dutch. *sniffs* Huh, not only is it still around, but it's international. Go figure.
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That was a terrific fundraising event.* I loved skipping, and I still have one of the T-shirts around here somewhere....and I think it still fits (not bad for something I got when I was 10. But I think it stretched). We had it easy, though. We has 2 hours, in groups - you did 2 min, and switched off with about 6 other people. Okay, we were wimps. It took me forever to learn how to skip double dutch, but I was one of the best turners. Unlike the evil evil magazine selling ones. You know, the ones where the school insisted you raise money by making your parents and your relatives pay for overpriced crappy subscriptions that none of them wanted because they preferred to read real books, but you weren't allowed to go door to door because the school was just anal. And then they gave all sorts of cool things to the kids whose parents were rich and bought lots. No, I'm not bitter.