Listening to: Radio Netherlands about farmers from there selling and moving to Germany and North America. Wow.
Friday, May. 07, 2004 - 3:09 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Skookumchuk Visits Quebec
OK, so once again I am taking a sort of tiny little break from working (The Baby book pictures are coming along very nicely, being colored in with various grey tones)... and I ended up reading some of Jessica Lovejoy's comments which led me to one of her reader's sites... Georges de Skookumchuk.
He writes nice long interesting entries that are sort of expanded versions of the sort of comments he leaves at JL's place.
But I must specifically bring your attention to this absolutely adorable and priceless entry called Small Strange Details of Quebec. Since of course, I live in Quebec.
Please visit and take a gander.
The funny thing is that there are yes, tons of French speakers here, I DO wear a beret, and my dog DOES know "assis", "donne la patte", and "cookie" said with a funny French accent. She's a proudly bilingual anglophone dog. hehe.
Back to work!
I actually love it when I am coloring in and it is going well... so much more relaxing than actually being "creative"!! :)
Here is my horoscope for Thursday, May 6:Let me once again go HAHA. I am taking my vitamins cuz I have this stupid cold. My throat is fine, but my lungs feel all squoodgy and my head at flamenco was empty, I kept forgetting where I was in the dance, and it feels sort of headachey and heavy. No exotic out-of-towner invited me anywhere or left a message. Silly astrology!! tah.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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