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I didn't think you were quite that old she was born in 1915!! Btw I was the youngest a surprise package as it were !
 
Agreed. I pretty much did my time as a switch though. Find I'm almost always toppy these days.

I blame, um, you guys for encouraging me.

bj
 
then when you're ready to go the other direction and not have to be in charge any more, you just give me a call...

*reckless eyebrows*

bj

I'm not in charge of anything/anybody anymore - aside from the occasional parsnip - they are all too much work

and I don't bottom anymore - (but not the final word about that)
 
Good morning all you bistroese folk it's chucking it down here but the suns trying to break thru perhaps we'll have a rainbow. EVeryone should have a rainbow now and then
 
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Tea!

*sticks pinky out, tries to act all classy and shit.*

hi all!

I was pretty brave last night. Almost got nibbled to death by ducks, but I had lots of help and stayed cool.

I think honestly I was just coming down a bit from my Obama high. A bit of crash is inevitable after such a long rush.

So there was this hilarious struggle with self-image last night. I hadn't dressed up yesterday. Wasn't expecting Anyone for whom I'm trying to look particularly good right now. But then there was this moment when I was mad that I had done nothing but brush my hair and throw on a baggy old sweater. So all night I have the Mad on about how I look and how I can't do anything about it.

so here we are at My Bar and there's a couple of big ol' biker types sitting at a table, and when I walk by, they do the standard "oo hey mama" thing and instead of a) being gracious or b) ignoring them, which would have been my two main defaults, I turned around and went off on them, which wasn't polite at all.

I said, "jesus christ, I am 42 years old, I've got no makeup on and I'm wearing a baggy old sweater. Can you even see?"

Happily they laughed. And then I laughed, and it was okay after that.

bj
 
Poppies at her feet mighty London
in stillness bows her head
in remembrance
for the fallen.
The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
 
Poppies at her feet mighty London
in stillness bows her head
in remembrance
for the fallen.
The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

Ten years from now it will be a century
since those trenches filled with mud and grief
were finally still. May it be marked with peace
worldwide, those minutes of a silent gaze
at one fallen red flower
among a million. Let the unmourned
then all be mourned,
for good
for ever.
 
Poppies at her feet mighty London
in stillness bows her head
in remembrance
for the fallen.
The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

Every generation before me in my dad's side of the family has sent young men off to fight in wars. I had a great uncle and a great grandfather that served in that one. And many more after, and before. I think mine is the first generation that will avoid it, thank providence.

Anyway, I am no good with words when it comes to such things. War and military service are all too real to me, as I spent the first half of my life on military bases, and seen the families pack up and leave because daddy paid the greatest price.

I'll let some music speak for me instead. And pray to a god that I don't believe in that Mr. Obama will succeed where Mr. Bush failed to try.
 
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I honour our veteran's. Unfortunately, the annual laying of wreaths at the centotaph has become more a commercial event than an act of mourning and remembrance. It bothers me that Canadians are changing their thinking about the reasons we went to war. I hear that my great greats fought and died for my country's freedom. That is explicitly wrong. Canadians answered the call to arms that came from our sovereign and joined in the fight against a greedy and unlawful land grab in the first war and then again, in the second, they responded in order to battle tyranny. The Korean War challenge was met to stop the advance of opportunistic forces from the north after a plea for aid came from the lawful government and our ally in Seoul, Korea.

So, the moments of silence we share with the other Commonwealth nations, at 11:11 11/11/2008 will be spent remembering the fallen who gave their young lives to the futility of war and to pray, "Never again" and to promise, "Je me souviens".
 
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I honour our veteran's. Unfortunately, the annual laying of wreaths at the centotaph has become more a commercial event than an act of mourning and remembrance. It bothers me that Canadians are changing their thinking about the reasons we went to war. I hear that my great greats fought and died for my country's freedom. That is explicitly wrong. Canadians answered the call to arms that came from our sovereign and joined in the fight against a greedy and unlawful land grab in the first war and then again, in the second, they responded in order to battle tyranny. The Korean War challenge was met to stop the advance of opportunistic forces from the north after a plea for aid came from the lawful government and our ally in Seoul, Korea.

So, the moments of silence we share with the other Commonwealth nations, at 11:11 11/11/2008 will be spent remembering the fallen who gave their young lives to the futility of war and to pray, "Never again" and to promise, "Je me souviens".

I don't think of it as a commercial event I see it as a chance for those that can still march (and those that come in wheelchairs) to honour their fallen comrades. I was a WRAF for 6 years and I marched every year and held my head high with pride and yes I still stand with head bowed every year and will continue to do so as long as I am able
 
Hey y'all.

Someone go ahead and tell nj it worked. I'm done trying for a bit. I had a bunch of cool ideas for threads and new challenges and things. Maybe after I can be free from stalking I'll wander back and try some stuff, but really, what the fuck is the point?

I hope the bistro continues to be the space it is, and the space I intended. I'll be around, for PMs and in other places, but fuck this shit. It is real, it is harmful, it is bullshit. And when my abuser gets five times the support my single defender gets, where do I really stand?

I really do love this place, and you all. But no matter how I try to avoid drama, it keeps hunting me down, and i have lost my patience.

catch ya on the sunny side,

bj
 
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