Oh, and I’m not sure about whether this flexes the lats, maybe someone can tell us:
when I’m about to press I “fluff” my chest by sticking it out and up without arching my back. At the same time, I tighten my scapula- just down and slightly together, but tense. This makes it feel like my whole upper back is huge. lol. Then I press.
[quote]mom-in-MD wrote:
Thanks Dash…no more mysterious hairy naked man butt at the top of the page
:)[/quote]
I dunno MiM, I think man butt should maybe at the top of EVERY page…
Also, it never even occurred to me that chest supported exercises could be a problem for women.
[quote]buckeye girl wrote:
Also, it never even occurred to me that chest supported exercises could be a problem for women. [/quote]
Me either…but my boobs suck, so yanno…can’t have a boob problem without boobs 
I got tig ol’ biddies and have never had a problem with chest supported exercises.
[quote]Oleena wrote:
Oh, and I’m not sure about whether this flexes the lats, maybe someone can tell us:
when I’m about to press I “fluff” my chest by sticking it out and up without arching my back. At the same time, I tighten my scapula- just down and slightly together, but tense. This makes it feel like my whole upper back is huge. lol. Then I press.[/quote]
Yeah thats what I do but then i kind of pull myself under the bar which really gets everything in my back tense as well. I like the que “makes my whole upper back feel huge” 
yup thats how it should feel.
Tutto Tutto e perdonato. Andate in pace.
Mrs. A.J.M. Teacher & Long-Time Bay Area Resident… My indomitable Grandma & Truly Great Lady is gone
After a brief illness, surrounded by her loving family, her son and his wife, and their four children. She had been in declining health since last May.
She was born in Marshall, Missouri, September 1915. The family moved to San Jose in 1927 and eventually numbered seven children. She was a graduate of San Jose High School (32) and San Jose State University (36) where she was elected Student Body Secretary her senior year. In September, 1939, she married Ky M. of Redwood City.
In the Spring of 1941, Ky enlisted in the Navy and was on active duty at Pearl Harbor, December 7, 1941 the day she was to have sailed to Hawaii to join him. During the war years, she accompanied him to various stateside postings throughout the US.
Following the war, she had two sons. In 1948, Ky was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. This proved to be the central event of her life, for it was now her responsibility to provide for and raise the family: two young boys and a bedridden husband.
She carried her cross without complaint and down through all the years, never put a foot wrong. In 1949, she joined the faculty at Sequoia High School, and later moved to Menlo-Atherton where she taught from 1952 until she retired in 1980.
Over the course of her long teaching career, she was a strong positive influence on hundreds and hundreds of lives, teaching young women the skills they needed to have successful and productive business and professional careers. She was an inspirational teacher and a tireless worker, teaching both night school and summer school year after year, in addition to her normal teaching duties. Upon retirement, she served as Secretary of the Menlo Park Garden Club for many years. She was also am member of Theta Alpha Delta Sorority for teachers.
For herself she always set the highest standards and never failed to meet them. In her dealings with others, she was modest and generous, ethical and fair. Her kindness, sense of humor and generosity were evident in all that she did. She was a natural-born leader, and helped countless people find the courage they needed to alter the course of their lives for the better.
She was a loving and devoted daughter, the World’s Greatest Mom, and a beacon of sanity and stability to everyone she met. As our national life grew more darkened and confused she remained unchanged: a beacon of stability and hope to all who knew and loved her.
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanished hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still.
Tennyson 1842.
LOVE IS NOT LOVE WHICH ALTERS WHEN IT ALTERATION FINDS
Tutto e perdonato. Andate in pace.
Last Summer I shared this poem with a friend… Weeks later I came across a copy of it by my Grandmas bedside while my dad and I were packing up her household for her to move in with my parents:
Do not stand at my grave and weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
She meant thus poem for her funeral and it encompasses my own spiritual beliefs about death. Death is but an illusion… I will be with you always. Find you again and again.*
Aw Hallowed. I know how that feels. My grandma passed away last year. I was lucky that it happened on spring break and I was able to fly out and stay with my aunt and uncle by her side until she passed. Now I’m crying again. But I think it’s good. It sounds like your grandma was as much as an example of strength to you as mine was to me. We were so lucky to have them. I feel the same way as you about death.
What an incredible woman your grandma was! My thoughts are with you, darlin. She seems like an absolute blessing to have been near. 96 years is beast mode age! Must run in the family
Hallowed,
You were blessed to have her for so many years. I sounds as though she lead a full life. I lost my grandmother many years ago and a brother 4 years ago. I find peace in knowing they are in a better place and cherish the memories of the times we did share.
Blessings to you and yours
Aww that was beautiful. What an amazing photo. And Dasher is right, 96 is incredible!
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[quote]Hallowed wrote:
LOVE IS NOT LOVE WHICH ALTERS WHEN IT ALTERATION FINDS
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Tutto e perdonato. Andate in pace.
Last Summer I shared this poem with a friend… Weeks later I came across a copy of it by my Grandmas bedside while my dad and I were packing up her household for her to move in with my parents:
Do not stand at my grave and weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
She meant thus poem for her funeral and it encompasses my own spiritual beliefs about death. Death is but an illusion… I will be with you always. Find you again and again.*[/quote]
What a beautiful poem.
Hallowed, I’m sorry about this. Your grandma was certainly inspiring and beautiful force in your life. I’m sure she’ll be truly missed. My condolences to you and your family. xxx
(((HUGS)))
sorry for your loss.
Oh, poor Hallowed! hugs Your grandma sounds awesome! And what a beautiful dress!
And she will remain with you…
Shitstorm in SAMA
EDITING LATER TO ADD THESE LINKS. LET ME ALWAYS REMEMBER:
that’s beautiful hallowed. thinking of you. xo
Dasher, I gotta take a new uni shirt pic now I have this beautiful mustard color shirt I have to wear…
[quote]Hallowed wrote:
Shitstorm in SAMA[/quote]
I love you beyond words…
The emotion love doesn’t even do justice to what I feel for you
Lol
Lol you have a mustard colored shirt, too?!?
I look terrible in yellows, but the university’s (where I work) team colors are black and gold so all my work uniforms are either black (preferable) or mustard yellow. We can be twinsies again
I cried like a baby when I read that. I am so sorry you lost her but I am happy to hear she had such a full life and a loving family.
