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Jachut is right. This guy will always be a weiner.

Yep, that lack of toilet activity thing always baffled me, too. I was very, very envious.

I think I would have told him that my "objective" was that I was looking for a father for my baby and I was kinda in a rush. :heh:

She was one of the best drag queens I've ever seen and I have seen quite a few.

I am another Canuck and up here removing your shoes upon entering a private residence is generally considered to be the norm and, well, correct. A few years ago I was reading the blog of an American who had chosen to immigrate to Canada and one of the things that sent her into culture shock was our practice of shedding our shoes upon arrival at someone's house or apartment. This was the first time that I realised that there was a difference on this issue. I imagine that Canucks drop shoes because our weather is often lousy. As for me, I hate wearing footwear! I don't even like wearing socks! Mind you, a Canadian foyer can look pretty messy during a winter party what with all those boots, etc. And it is fun watching drunken Canadians trying to stagger back into their footwear when they are leaving. Haha. For formal parties Canadians will bring footwear to wear indoors and the elegant ones carry their Manolo Blahnicks in velvet bags.

That would be cool. I live fairly close to Bloor and Spadina. I live at Bloor and Dufferin and I often walk home from my doc's office/physio's office and these are situated close to Bloor and Spadina. What time, what day, and how will we recognise each other??? It would be fun to meet you all.

That squirrel better hope that nobody goes after his nuts!

Thanks for finding this site for me. I am glad that it still exists. It is an important resource and should be e-mailed to everyone who has just given birth.

Thanks for your generous feedback. :car: I do try to be thoughtful and coherent but I sure did write some long and rambling posts the night I first arrived home from the in-laws. :car: I was beat but I sure missed being on-line. :ranger: Not a good combination. :phanvan

There used to be a website, I don't know whether it still exists, The Institute for Naming Children Humanely. I visited it and found it hilarious. I am one of those who believe in giving kids normal/straight/conventional names. Hero is one dumba$$ name to saddle a little kid with.

What a bummer, Indigo Girl! Your experience was atypical and you went through a really rough ride but now you are banded and everything will be clear sailing for you from now on. :biggrin1: :hungry: @ the hungry ones: you have already received good advice. I dealt with my first weeks post-op by having many small liquid meals instead of just 3. This was recommended by my doctor and so I had breakfast, a mid-morning snack, lunch, a mid-afternoon snack, supper, and a mid-evening snack. It seemed that I was always having a small liquid something and this stopped me from feeling hungry. Many of these meals were hot (soups and broths) and I think that this helped with my hunger pangs. And like the others told you, please try not to cheat - your insides need time to heal. :car:

Yes, I agree. He could apologise and then try to give another shot at explaining what it is he wants to communicate with us. I do note a certain crankiness....

Oh, BJean, that green bean recipe sounds profoundly awful!!! :car: Thanks for sharing this with me. Now I know to avoid any restaurant which advertises home cooking or country style cooking when travelling through Oklahoma. LOL :heh: As for the ma-in-law, she is German and is a Fan of Meat and Cold Cuts but at the same time she is thrifty and so often the stuff which she presents is meat which only a true Fan of Meat can eat. :phanvan As for me, my sensibilities lie more in the Italian, Indian, or Asiatic line of nosh when eating cooked food, and I love salads. When I do eat meat I want the expensive stuff and when it comes to beef I like it very, very rare. This means that I am usually on the wrong page when it comes to dining with the in-laws. :rolleyes I am also a fan of sauces. It was eating cheese, pasta, food in sauces, and bread that made me a fatty grrl. :tired My own ma was born and raised in England and she had a nasty way with meat. She bought the good stuff and then carefully cooked it until it was grey all the way through. :omg: She would squeal in horror if she saw any sign of pink. It took an hour to chew your way through a slab of her roast beef. :help: She turned lamb chops into lamb chips. I actually thought that I was a vegetarian until I lived in France. My ma had a lovely way with a sauce or a gravy, though. :car:

I really like the point which you have just made. :car: You may be aware that a former Canadian and a press baron, Lord Conrad Black, has recently been convicted in an American court of certain financial malfeasances. Financial misbehaviour is usually the result of greed. Innocent people who are on the outside of dishonest actions do get hurt, whether these folks are the taxpayers who underwrite the financial assistance of those who are on welfare, the shareholders of a company which has gone sour, shareholders who may have been planning for their own retirement or for their kids' education, or those individuals who had been earning a living by working for these same companies. Yes, there are solid and responsible corporations who are run by fine and ethical people and there are decent folk who do land up on public assistance. I believe that neither the left nor the right should forget this. I myself am actually pro big business although I do tend to speak like a left-wing nut in most of my posts. I believe that it takes big business and big money in order to bring about the kind of progress upon which we all rely. Mom and Pop style businesses do not bring us airlines, railroads, the trucking industry, advances in medical and pharmaceutical knowledge, computer technology, the internet, or, for that matter, any of the mod cons which we all take for granted. And it is only through big business that all of these products which we do enjoy have price tags which put them within the grasp of average people with average incomes. Ugh! I hoping I am making sense. I am still recovering from my time up north with the in-laws. Lemme know if this post is incomprehensible, eh.:car:

My husband is 9 years younger than I am. We have been together for over 20 years and we have a good relationship. He often tells me that he loves me, he is an open-hearted and generous man, and he does do some of the housework. We make a point of spending a lot of time together, going out to restaurants for breakfast or lunch on a fairly frequent basis. I figure that I am very lucky. One of my aunts married a man who was 11 years younger than herself and they were together until the day he died. Some men may find the notion of having an older wife to be repulsive but many other men are cool with this. Some women are crazy about older men. Others find them kinda creepy. Such romantic decisions are inevitably made on a whatever floats your boat basis. What does make a relationship work has little to do with the age of the partners but everything to do with compatibility, love, care, and hard work.

I'd be afraid that my cat would mistake 'em for prey. :omg: She is a hunter. :heh: That would almost certainly destroy a romantic moment with their father even if he did have a good sense of humour about mishaps. :tired

Don't sweat the little stuff, LeslieLee. We are bandsters and we are losing both weight and clothing sizes. From time to time there will be small set-backs but try to remain focussed on the big picture.

I am another Toronto bandster. I was banded in September 06 at the TLBC. If you all ever meet somewhere which is TTC-friendly - I don't drive - lemme know, eh. I would love to connect with the actual faces who sit in front of the computers. :ranger:

Laurend, I have missed you and I am pleased that you have come home wearing your band new hardware. :biggrin1::biggrin1::biggrin1::biggrin1::biggrin1:

Yep, I actually have met a few who claim to think that way. I personally like to think that they are exaggerating in order to watch Green blow up like a balloon. :phanvan LOL :car: As for those individuals who do exploit the welfare system...how are they any different from those large corporations that also exploit the system for their own profit? In both cases the honest citizen is the one who suffers a blow to the wallet. :car:

It would depend in part on the kids. I did live with a man who had 3 boys and we did intend to get married. His children were really nice kids and they were at interesting ages by the time I knew them. He was also a very hands-on kind of parent and so I wasn't expected to be anything much other than a caring adult friend to them. This arrangement suited them and it suited me because I am not at all maternal. I would certainly not date or live with a man who was raising a baby or very tiny children.

I am built much like your husband, nume130. I have a horror of being touched by anyone other than my sexual partner.

I think Lee4 wants to discuss ideas with the rest of us. His literary style is unconventional and is often difficult to understand.

It is human nature to ignore what doesn't affect us directly. When we lived in small villages it was natural for the community to come together in order to assist a neighbour family who was in trouble. Misery had a face and of course we were anxious to help. This reaction is still seen when one family's troubles are profiled on the local news; people want to send money to the family in order to help them out. It is when the families in trouble become statistics that we begin to stop caring and that is why we do need government programmes to do what we are no longer capable of doing as individuals. Let's face it; few of us live in tiny villages anymore. We don't know our neighbours in that old-fashioned way. And as for welfare bums, well, nobody approves of this behaviour. The difference in philosophy is that some of us believe that not everyone who is on welfare is a bum. And there are many folks who are members of the working poor. These people are going to need access to government assistance programmes, too.

Well, I was presented with enough meat, meat that came in scary forms like hotdogs and pork sausages, that it would have constipated a lesser woman than moi. There was a noticeable lack of fresh vegetables except for those which had been overcooked before reaching my plate. (And I had brought with me some drop dead gorgeous field tomatoes! *bitter sigh*) Fortunately the ma-in-law serves meager portions of this stuff. I ended up dosing my nosh with soya sauce/hot sauce in order to provoke some excitement. And there was an utter absence of eggs. I like eggs and believe that they are much healthier than a skinny pink weiner in a white bun or a clutch of sausages of dubious content. An egg or two with a couple of slices of tomato would have been nice, I found myself thinking from time to time while I was clawing at my mosquito bites. This is how I made my second discovery: it might actually be impossible to eat a good meal once you leave the city. Certainly out of town restaurant dining is risky business. The second morning that I was there I murmured to the mate that we should go out for breakfast. We did go to a place which used to be good but now it has new owners. They offered Eggs Benedict on the menu and it was written that the Hollandaise was home-made. :hungry: I was awful excited for I love eggs Benny! :whoo: What I got was a couple of eggs that had been poached until they were hard sitting on slabs of meat that were so thick they masked the taste of the egg. And an enormous mound of fries which were merely shaped like home fries. Those spuds had come directly out of the deep fryer and onto my plate. There was a light spattering of raw cooking onion bits here and there. Oh, ugh! :car: During our long and boring drive home we stopped off at a restaurant. I ordered a caesar salad. This arrived with commercially made croutons and the leaves were clotted with some sort of off-white goo. Dead f***ing nasty, it was! :car: I haven't eaten well for days now. I believe that after I have a bath we are going out to the local Mexican restaurant for huevos rancheros. :biggrin1: