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Bravo! Je suis tellement contente a ecouter de tes nouvelles. J'avais beaucoup de succes grace au band. J'arrive a porter des fringues chics meme. Et non, je ne suis pas quebecoise. J'habite a Toronto et je suis anglophone (comme cet ordinateur) mais j'ai vecu en France il y a longtemps et j'ai envie a te parler en ta propre langue. Cela me fait plaisir, c'est tout.... Bien sur je suis en train de tout oublier, de tout perdre par rapport ma connaissance de la langue francaise. *snif* Et cela me rendre triste. OHIP est l'acronyme de l'assurance medicale de l'Ontario. Voici cette petite histoire de Verte!

And re fart types, I once knew a family who categorized them as fizzes, fizzy-fuzzes, fuzzes, and basso-profundos.

Wheetsin, your explanation does make sense. We do become inured to odors. This is a good thing for those who work in sanitation, with the elderly, the newly dead, or around infants. And I found your reason for taking French tres drole. I took French, Latin, and German in highschool. I was lousy in French and so decided that it was an idiotic language. In my early 30s I ended up living in France and formally studying the language while I was there. I became fairly comfortable in this, a very complicated language, but have managed to forget most of what I have learned since coming back to Toronto. This is kind of sad, I think. Still, French friends do periodically come to visit and after some exposure my knowledge begins to come creeping back.

I am oh so for this idea. And I am retired. We should determine on a good time and then the 3 of us will be there because we ain't square. This could be total fun for us. And what is this about ballooning? I went ballooning in Turkey and it was bluddy brilliant. I sure would love to do this again. And as for shopping and eating bbq, meeting cowboys and horsemen, any of these events sound interesting to me. Remember that I am Canadian. Canadians can do snow.* *Come to think about it, I live in Toronto, and thanks to global warming and big city micro climate we don't see much snow anymore. Maybe I cannot do snow. !!?!! Just a thought. A thought which other Canucks will appreciate, especially those who detest Toronto. *wink & lol*

Bwahahaha! I am still a practising tabacconista. My fingers are yellow, my teeth are green and my lungs are brown.

Yep, I like what Marjon says. Obama doesn't get hung up on political machismo. Machismo interferes with the ability to listen and to process new information, new ideas.

Re your question, BJean: I suspect that on an emotional level he affects people in very much the same way that Canada's Pierre Elliot Trudeau did back when he first arrived on Canada's political scene. At that time Trudeau was pretty much a rank outsider, but he quickly and suddenly became, against all odds, the head of the Liberal party and then, through his personal lustre, helped his party win a landslide victory. He of course became Prime Minister of this country. The media referred to this as Trudeau-mania. Both Obama and Trudeau have much in common. Obama, like Trudeau, is operating as a complete outsider to the established political system, one which is viewed by many people, especially the young, the educated, the voiceless, as being tired, bankrupt of ideas, and corrupt. He is viewed as a fresh voice and as anti- what has come to be viewed as a failed establishment. Although that it is plenty nice that Hilary is a woman and that she is a Demo with experience in the field, this experience is going to be viewed by many as a negative. It is going to be interpreted as evidence that she will support the status quo, that she is part of the establishment, that she has nothing new to bring to the table. Obama is an intellectual but, like Trudeau was able to do, he wears this lightly and in the most attractive fashion. Although he never talks down to folks, one is always left with the impression that this is a highly intelligent and well-educated man. One of the reasons that Canadians were crazy about Trudeau was that we liked the idea of our top elected representative, the public face which we show to the world and who is at the same time the mirror of our ownselves, being a worldly and intellectual man. Trudeau made us all feel more attractive, more polished, more sophisticated. (Remember that who you elect defines both who you feel you are and who you feel that you are not, eh.) Obama projects this same most attractive quality. (Should you folks elect this man this quality will serve you well on the international scene in ever so many ways.) And like our Trudeau and your JFK and, Jackie, his beautiful wife, Obama and his wife present as a physically attractive, graceful, sophisticated, and elegant couple. Is this lookism? Oh, yah, but this is how the world unfairly turns. And the truth is that the physical grace of this couple does seem to be matched by a degree of ethical grace. By this I mean that there are no major scandals attached to them and they have opted to use their highly attractive Harvard law degrees in the low-paid arena of community work instead of chasing after those readily available big-bucks careers. To tell you the truth, I suspect that Obama will do a fine job serving Americans at home and he will certainly restore the lustre of your country abroad. This is only my opinion. But my reading of his surge in popularity is contained in the above notes.

I prefer under-capitalization to over-capitalization.

Sounds like a Litany of Terrors, especially when you add in the imminent arrival of the in-laws. You have my deepest sympathy.

Vous avez de la chance. Vous avez trouve un tres bon prix. J'en ai paye 16000$ et l'OHIP ne couvre rien de tout. (Je regrette mais mon ordinateur est anglophone. Ainsi les accents lui manquent.) Par rapport de cette operation, je vous souhaite bon voyage.

Keep us in the loop, Donna D. Let us know how things are working out for you. This goes for you, too, lwood. Good luck to both of you.

Thanks for asking, Peaches and Marcar. My voice is going from very bad to even worse and I am very, very down about this. Talking is a real chore and I have become the strong(ish), silent type as a result! Of course, because I am so depressed my house has become rather foul and my personal grooming is not what it should be. My hair is now two-toned: roots and dye job. My GP figures that I have asthma, and has me on a couple of inhalers. She has also referred me to an ear, nose and throat specialist whom I am going to see in a couple of weeks. I finally got word of an appointment yesterday. I weighed myself at the doc's office and weighed 143 fully clothed and with my boots on. For what it's worth, I also had a full bladder. I can comfortably wear size 10 pants and actually need to wear a belt with them in order to keep 'em sitting in the right place. I also had a bra-fitting - I have been wearing sports bras for past 15 years - and I wear either a 34C or a 36B. All of this is pretty cool but my head sure isn't in the same place as my current measurements. Alas! The truth I still think of myself as a fatty. And I suffer from a strange anxiety as well: I keep imagining that I am suddenly going to blow up into my old dimensions, that I will go to bed one size and wake up another. Weird, eh? I guess it takes awhile to lose the mental weight.... I still do have enormous feet. *sigh* No loss in that department. I have to buy my shoes in the drag queen section. lol And I can only wear flatties. My feet still whine and complain whenever I try on heels. That is one dream which will never come true for this grrl. And that is my life at the present time. P.S. I sure do miss my band. When I get over all of this I am gonna get a fill.

I read that the Demo tide is turning in Obama's favour. Yippee!

Romney had a job opening cans o worms?

Ugh! I was called up for jury duty twice in the past 3 years. This in a large city! Talk about yer lightning strikes! Fortunately I am a depressive loon and was able to get a note from my doctor to that effect. In fact I didn't want to do it because I am not an AM person and because I hear that it is very boring. And I have social claustrophia, get restless, and must be able to move around; um, I guess that would be the loony aspect of my personality, right? lol

Geez. I'm going to keep my park in its natural overgrown state until I hear that they hand out morphine at the waxing salons.

Love fart in French is le pet d'amour. Sounds romantic and classy, doesn't it? The "t" is silent, by the way.

Yep, that caps thing drives me right around the twist, too. I refuse to read those posts. Why the f@#k do they do it???

You all oughta visit AlphaPot Marijuana Directory It is a website that a dope-smoking fiend of mine has just set up. I don't smoke ganja myself but this is only because it messes with my already messed up brain chemistry and because it stresses out my tobacco ruined lungs. (I have chosen to practice recreational alcoholism instead.) Our last (the Liberals) government up here in Canada wanted to decriminalise simple possession of pot but your government intervened; it threatened some sort of trade sanctions, I believe. Our current Conservative government is tough on drugs.

Hey, yah, we should make it a trio! Kat, BJean and Green!

I would love to come to see you and New Mexico. Thanks for the invite. I would love to see real cowboys, real horsemen, and eat real b-b-Q! And from all that you have mentioned about your part of the world it sounds like an interesting place. I remember that you said that you have a large native American population in the vicinity. Does this mean that there are interesting native handicrafts? (Green does love to shop, eh.) And speaking of shoping, those Ropers sound kind of cool. My feet prefer it when I wear flats and I am crazy about colourful footwear.

Ohhhhhhhhhh, yah!!!!

P.S. Congratulations with your splendid weight loss, Indio.

Thanks, Indio. Up here it is all just a question of getting your name on the voters' list. This is very, very easy. And once it is there it stays there for all elections - municipal, provincial (state) and federal - until you move. Even if you have moved, establishing your right to vote is no big deal beaurocracy wise.

By the way, what are Rockies pants? And Roper boots? I figure I oughta know this stuff. I do want to travel south. I have yet to taste bar-b-que, ya know.