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Well, I won't argue with you there. I have just been diagnosed with throat cancer. Your favourite saying will now probably become my favourite saying.

There are going to be problems with doing right by the environment or, for that matter, even getting a real understanding of what is going on with the environment. This is inevitable for this is a complex issue. It reminds me a great deal of all the many contradictory advisories that we have received over the years (and will continue to receive) concerning the foods we eat and our own health. We were told that butter was bad and margarine was good and then the news about trans fats came out. We were told that honey was better than sugar. Then we learned that honey was sugar. Brown sugar used to be considered better than white sugar. Salt was pure poison. Low cal sweeteners were a god-send. Yadda, yadda.... Not all the answers which are found will turn out to be the correct ones; this is only because these issues are so complex. That's life, eh.

Sounds to me like you speak in a very idiosyncratic and colourful way. This is kinda cool, I think. I have my own little problem with language. I am awful fond of the f-bomb! Indeed I am kind of addicted to it.

Living well is the best revenge.

Thanks, ladies. I have had a tracheostomy and I don't know whether this will be permanent or temporary. What it does mean, apart from lots of pain and yuckiness, is that I can no longer talk. Curiously, this doesn't seem to bother my husband....! To tell you the truth my husband has been a real champ; he has been cooking for me, nursing me, cancelling my appointments - you name it and he is doing it.

I have just found out that I have throat cancer. This is why I haven't been posting much.

The doctor was definitely an offensive idiot. Once he started talking to your belly you should have started talking to his arsehole. Good luck on the pregnancy thing, eh.

Thanks, everyone. Your kind wishes mean a lot to me and my husband at this time. I suspect that this is even harder on him than me at times: he gets stuck doing all the work and gets none of the morphine. And today he had the home nurse walk in on him while he was having a bath. ROFLMAO! The poor guy!

Green here. I am home from the hospital. I had a tracheostomy because I do have a cancerous tumor on my right vocal cord. It got to the point where I couldn't breathe. The good news is that the cancer hasn't spread. The good news for my husband is that I can't talk! Right now I am waiting on the results of the biopsy. If the tumor is the type which responds to radiation this hole in my throat will not be permanent and I will be able to swim again. If not, it is gonna be snip, snip, and this hole will be mine to keep. Ugh! Anyhow, I have been in a real lot of pain over the past couple of weeks but the hospital has been very kind with respect to the pain management thing. The hosp nosh is disgusting! and the sheets are not high thread count. I was starting to develop bed sores pretty damn quickly. The support personnel are great, however. We had a lot of laughs. Of course the world does seem funnier on morphine. I was either laughing or I was sleeping. I did spend a bit of time crying, too.

This is good advice, BJean. I must admit that whenever I answer the phone and discover that I have a telemarketer at the other end of the line I am filled with a rich mixture of hatred and guilt: hatred, because I consider my home to be my sanctuary and I like to be left in peace; guilt because these poor sods have got to make a living, too. The folks I detest the most of all are the ones who come to my front door. Here in Toronto we have some very aggressive ones who are selling home energy plans. They will actually try to insist on examining your energy bills! And with spring the season of those marketers will once again be upon us. *sigh*

I preferred the other woman. She had a welcoming smile. This one looks a little judgemental.

I hate all commercials for breakfast cereals.

Recently I have been receiving a lot of email ads offering to help me enlarge my dick. I like my dick the way he is. I don't want him any larger.

Looking at dirty diapers is not my idea of fun. It will save you money on the food part of the party. Nobody is gonna have an appetite after looking at dirty diapers even if they are only fake dirty diapers. Ugh!

LOL Telemarketer therapy.

Here are my suggestions: no games, but lots of wine and interesting food. Painting pottery sounds like fun. Drinking while painting pottery sounds like fun, too. Wine loosens people up and then they will talk, laugh and have fun. Food always puts folks in a good mood. I suspect that the best gift that you can give her is some new friends seeing as she is a recent arrival to your town.

Hah! All you need to do is to use one of those products that clean you out prior to a colonoscopy and you Will Be Very Clean!! You will also likely have a chapped anus. Please note that when performing this stunt it is necessary to be at home and to have a toilet available for your own personal use at all times. Welcome back, Wasa.

Why didn't you leave the illegal sign up and add a few comments of your own? like "Huckabee: the luv child of Dubya and Benny Hinn!"

It seems to me that you have a lot on your plate right now, Rose. And yep, I remember meeting you at the TLBC open house. Your mum is dying, it is winter - and an especially sad, sunless one this year - and you have kids to deal with as well. Winter is not a good lapband season, is it? The body wants comfort food and that means those cosy carbs. I have gained at bit of weight back, too. Not much but nevertheless..... When you have a free moment you might try washing and cutting up vegies, keeping them in the crisper and then they are available for a stirfry, a home-made stew (I use deboned chicken breast because I am very lazy), an omelette/frittata or a salad. As you can see, I am very hung up on eating enough fresh produce and as I don't like fruit this means I eat a lot of vegies. I hope this suggestion might be of help.

They sound like lovely animals. Thanks for answering my question.

I like this post. There is a very funny website called The Institute for Naming Children Humanely which deals with abominations of this sort. You might enjoy looking it up and having a read......

I don't own a scale. The only time I get myself weighed is when I am in a doc's office. This means that I have been relying entirely on NSVs throughout my weight loss journey. There have been many and almost of them have been fun. Finding that you can easily fit into clothes which you were formerly too fat to wear is great. Finding that those same pants will no longer stay up is pretty amazing, too. I once walked right out of a pair of capris. Having friends and family make a fuss over your fabulous weight loss is pretty nice. Realising that you can shop in normoLand is a real gas, too. Wearing nicer, hipper clothes is fabulous.

I am very interested in this information about the mercury content in compact fluorescent light bulbs. You see, I use quite a few of them in my house for task lighting and I was not aware of the hazmat problems should breakage occur. But much worse is the fact that both our provincial government and our leading environmentalist movement are both actively promoting the use of these bulbs. As for the production of electricity, I favour nuclear energy plants. Nuclear energy is about the cleanest option available after hydro and geo-thermal. When I was a kid Niagara Falls provided us with our electrical needs but our demands have since far outstripped the production from this source. We now have some very dirty coal burning plants in our neighbourhood and it is taking the province longer than anticipated to replace these monsters.

Are they house trained? Do they bark or scratch at the door when they need to go pee?

Thankx, everyone. And, yesss, filthy jokes are my favourite kind of jokes!