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In honour of my American friends I am taking today off.....ok, ok, truth is, after spending a week with our two small grandchildren, I'm wiped...worn out..beat..knackered...exhausted...drained....and I miss them already!! Monday, May 26, 2003 08:27 p.m. This week's submission to Photo Friday. If you haven't eaten recently, and aren't the queasy type, go look at Will Burnham's candy photo. Scroll down to where he talks about how it made him ill, and don't say I didn't warn you! I was over at Katie's today, reading her entry about the mispronunciation of words, and it made me think of the different meanings for the same word in various countries. Here in Canada, being pissed means drunk, in the States you're angry. Here a sod is what's in your yard, in England it's the idiot in your yard. We wear gloves to root in our gardens here, but in Australia rooting is done naked, well unless you're wearing a safe, which in the States is where they keep the family jewels, which in Canada brings us right back to rooting. In England a fag after greek would be an apres`dinner smoke, here, Sir Elton would be in the mood for a little Aussie gardening.. I wonder how Sonja is making out with the Queen's English in the U.S? No doubt she'll help them understand with tone of voice, gestures and some of her limey sugar. Cheerio.....later yall......have a good day eh. And finally, I'm off to the south end of the island for a week, so my posting will be sporadic if at all. A week without blogs...note to self :buy laptop. Ciao kids, have fun. Friday, May 16, 2003 09:06 p.m. This week's submission to Theme Thursday.  Light Thursday, May 15, 2003 09:27 a.m. Sights seen on a drive around my valley today..... Airforce Beach view Beach view 2 Safe ants Peaceful Cloudburst Cloudburst 2 B.C. Ferries Gold plated Pink snow Library light Library light 2 Grow op bust Evidence Dial up Country sign Old wharf You have mail Hippy bus Country hall Hail Hail 2 Here's some funny lists from McSweeney's  ---- via Sonja Wednesday, May 14, 2003 08:50 p.m. Food for thought.... I noticed and ad for Wendy's burgers the other day, and it struck me as odd....the shape I mean, the patties are square! Not being a fats (Freudian typo) food person and having never been in a Wendy's, this was news to me. They have every right to pre form their simulated hamburger patties into any shape they choose, and the customers must approve, but it looks odd to me. Maybe they're thinking outside the box....no wait, that would be Jack's place. Oh, and while we're here, is it true that Mickey D's puts flour in their shakes as a thickener? So some guy in Calif. has filed a lawsuit trying to ban the sale of Oreos. I hope this doesn't set a precedent, I'm not big on Oreos, but I'd miss those Girl Guide cookies.  No fast or junk food in any of my most memorable meals. Three immediately spring to mind...the first was a dinner cooked outdoors over a stove made from an old barrel. It was a simple pot roast cooked in a cast iron pot, but, the location made it memorable...the banks of the Stikine River in northern British Columbia. The company too was special, my long legged blonde, as well as the sex before hand. With our meal simmering nicely, after a long dusty day of travel, a cold beer led to a kiss which led to sex which led to a nap which led to waking around eleven, to the wonderful aroma of pot roast wafting through the trees.  The second wasn't a meal so much as a snack. We were driving again, my long legged blonde and I, through the Fraser Canyon of B.C. this time. A small spat had taken place the night before, so we parked in private lane beside the highway and talked it over, well, one thing led to another and makeup sex ensued. Are you sensing a theme here? I am a guy after all. With sex of course comes an appetite, so at the top of the canyon we pulled in to a farmer's stand where he sold us fresh cooked corn. We munched fresh, sweet, juicy corn while soaking up the mid morning heat of the canyon and each other's company. As Emeril would say..."feel the love."  My third memorable meal was eaten in Shipshewana Indiana, again with my long legged blonde, but no sex involved this time, we were in Amish country after all. We also had three of our then, young, daughters with us. We sat on the front porch of an old Amish home and watched the people in their traditional garb wander by, as we were served heaping amounts of home cooked chicken, ham, mashed potatoes, gravy and more. Accompanied by fresh squeezed lemonade and completed with delicious home made fruit pies, it was truly memorable. Anyone else have memorable meals they'd like to share with us? Whether they were before, during or after sex isn't important, just tell us what made them special. Rockinronnie's pick for blog of the week....The Joy of Soup and her alter ego Bob the Corgi. With today's theme could I have picked anyone else? "Too few people understand a really good sandwich."    James Beard Tuesday, May 13, 2003 02:37 p.m. Lock up your livestock.... Stolen moments, stolen thoughts, stolen kisses.....but stolen goats? What kind of person would abscond with this cute little guy? It's 10:00 P.M., do you know where your goat is? As some of you may know, I like watching different television. Today I caught some of the Aboriginal Peoples Television Network (APTN)...the flash intro to their site is great by the way. Many different aboriginal cultures are reflected on this station, but common to all is the abundance of smiles and laughter. The show I tuned into was Seventh Generation II, and today featured Inuit throat singer Sylvia Cloutier. This wonderful singing is done standing face to face, with arms linked, and is practiced traditionally by the Inuit women. I call it singing, for it is musical, but it is more of a hum or vibration produced deep in the throat. The sound is very similar to the diggery do from Australia, or even the chanting of Buddhist monks. Although now it is often done as a performance, it was and still is played as a game, the loser being the first to gasp for breath or laugh. Seems so civilized, compared to what usually results when we European types go nose to nose. people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. Monday, May 12, 2003 08:24 p.m. Sunburned Sunday.... Bustin rocks in the hot sun...I fought the path and the path won...well, in a roundabout way. I did complete this long delayed task, but I'm now slathered in aloe, paying the price for my procrastination. Feels good all the same. A neighbour from up the road just walked by, on his way to the beach. Nothing notable in that, except he was strolling with a woman, and they had that nervous awkwardness about them, that says "date". I don't really know this neighbour, so much as I know of him. He is a nice, kind, peaceful man. He is also shy...and has lived his adult life alone. Now maybe it's my overactive imagination, or because I have so much love in my life, but I felt happy for him. Oh my god, I just realised that my mother thinks she knows all about her neighbours lives by watching them out her window......nooooooooooooooooooo...take me now! You have picked up the wrong life from the cloakroom of existence.....   from the British movie White Heat Sunday, May 11, 2003 10:10 p.m. "...At the end of the talk someone from the audience asked the Dalai Lama, 'Why didn't you fight back against the Chinese?'   The Dalai Lama looked down, swung his feet just a bit, then looked back up at us and said with a gentle smile, 'Well war is obsolete you know.'   Then after a few moments, his face grave, he said, 'Of course the mind can rationalize fighting back, but the heart...the heart would never understand. Then you would be divided in yourself, the heart and the mind, and the war would be inside you.'" On a similar note, maybe it was all just a ratings war. The sunshine beckons, be good kids and remember, never drink downstream from the herd. Saturday, May 10, 2003 11:41 a.m. This week's submission to Photo Friday. only the heart is intuitive, only the heart is the kozmic computer.   from Bollywood/Hollywood Friday, May 9, 2003 12:16 p.m. Serendipity..... the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for I made the mistake of watching the noon news today, and saw a disturbing item about high school hazing in Chicago. Actually, disturbing is putting it mildly, I was incensed, as I believe anyone would be that has suffered bullying in their life. Perhaps it's a parental thing, whatever it is, I was very upset and sat here at my empty blog and thought of many angry tirades to write, against bullies, schools that shirk their responsibilities, incompetent and irresponsible parents, a violent American society and on and on. Now before my American friends jump all over me, this problem is not relegated solely to the U.S., it just seems so endemic there. Suffice to say, this issue of human violence upsets me greatly, even more so when it involves our young. So, I sat here upset, trying to calm my thoughts before embarrassing myself with an emotional tirade, mindlessly surfing through blogs I enjoy. There are a number of "younger" bloggers that I visit regularly...Flowerhead, madpony, 42nd-street, iNKDAY. I enjoy their enthusiasm, creativity, hopefulness and general zest for life. That's when it happened.....serendipity! I clicked on Lauren's blog, and found a humourous entry about the end of high school and silly things we all write/wrote in our yearbooks. It made me smile and chuckle, and most of all, reaffirmed my temporarily shaken faith in our youth. Embrace them, encourage them, support them, they are after all, our future. Thank you Lauren. This week's submission to Theme Thursday. Thursday, May 8, 2003 3:21 p.m.