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Do you remember how many angry Chinese hockey fans there were? This is important because it effects which winter Olympiad this is about.

First off, the Chinese do have a pair of hockey teams. The men's team has won every game they've played against Macau, Thailand, Luxembourg, Serbia, and Serbia and Montenegro. (source). The women are much stronger and will be playing in the Olympic tournament, with a Finnish Head coach, they have something to prove against Canada, the US and Finland, since they are ranked 9th overall coming into Vancouver.

I interpret this to mean that a BIG upset is gonna happen next month with the Chinese ladies landing a spot on the podium because the USA failed to feed its players enough Kansan whole grains. This sad outcome will be due to the Olympic bread sponsor's delivery vehicle being run off the road by a bunch of crazed Chinese hockey fans at the Kansas-Nebraska border after the men losing to Thailand in a hard-contested ping-pong game.

Canada, of course, will win GOLD.

I've never been a big fan of hockey *'went to a fight and a hockey game broke out'), but it strikes as really stupid that someplace like San Jose should even have a team. I think hockey only belongs in places with real ice outside (Canada, northern US in North America).
 
Do you remember how many angry Chinese hockey fans there were? This is important because it effects which winter Olympiad this is about.

First off, the Chinese do have a pair of hockey teams. The men's team has won every game they've played against Macau, Thailand, Luxembourg, Serbia, and Serbia and Montenegro. (source). The women are much stronger and will be playing in the Olympic tournament, with a Finnish Head coach, they have something to prove against Canada, the US and Finland, since they are ranked 9th overall coming into Vancouver.

I interpret this to mean that a BIG upset is gonna happen next month with the Chinese ladies landing a spot on the podium because the USA failed to feed its players enough Kansan whole grains. This sad outcome will be due to the Olympic bread sponsor's delivery vehicle being run off the road by a bunch of crazed Chinese hockey fans at the Kansas-Nebraska border after the men losing to Thailand in a hard-contested ping-pong game.

Canada, of course, will win GOLD.
I hope Canada (both men's and women's teams) win gold. I mean, it's your sport, right?

I'm just really peeved that CBC isn't carrying the Games. We get CBC in Seattle, but not CTV or CIV or whichever northern network is carrying them. Means I'll be stuck watching NBC, which thoroughly, thoroughly sucks.

I'd move in with Tess for a couple weeks just to watch the Games, but I doubt she'd be very happy about that, given the junk food, Coke cans, and obnoxious American opinionating I'd bring with me.

Bob Costas. Fuck.
 
I've never been a big fan of hockey *'went to a fight and a hockey game broke out'), but it strikes as really stupid that someplace like San Jose should even have a team. I think hockey only belongs in places with real ice outside (Canada, northern US in North America).

Errrrrrr excuse me my greatneice plays for a team in England!
 
Last night I dreamed I was run off the road into a snowbank by angry Chinese hockey fans who were upset about the outcome of a game. I knew that's who they were because previously in the dream there had been an announcement over a loudspeaker that we should take cover from the angry Chinese hockey fans.

I'm going to award a bouquet, a bottle of champagne and a big cup of coffee to whoever comes up with the most amusing interpretation of this. Cause, y'know, wtf?

Was it a windy road or a straight road?
Were the Chinese hockey fans on foot or were they driving?
Were you on foot or were you driving?
Was the road itself snowy or icy?
Were they carrying sticks?

Could be about noodles.
 
No no it was about sex ..... you were letting on to your inner self that your libido that may have been reacting 'coldly' to a certain suggestion was now 'banking' on being 'driven' to 'play' this new 'game' which you have heard spoken with more insistance of late by someone who is a great 'fan' and who have got quite huffy if not 'angry' at your refusal ....... hope it doesn't include 'sticks'!
 
I hope Canada (both men's and women's teams) win gold. I mean, it's your sport, right?

I'm just really peeved that CBC isn't carrying the Games. We get CBC in Seattle, but not CTV or CIV or whichever northern network is carrying them. Means I'll be stuck watching NBC, which thoroughly, thoroughly sucks.

I'd move in with Tess for a couple weeks just to watch the Games, but I doubt she'd be very happy about that, given the junk food, Coke cans, and obnoxious American opinionating I'd bring with me.

Bob Costas. Fuck.
You need to count your blessings. You won't have to listen to Brian Williams tell us what time it is in Russia... and The Netherlands... ad nauseaum.

TY for the hockey gold wishes ... I think the USA will do killer well in Freestyle Skiing and Snowboarding.
 
Was it a windy road or a straight road?
Were the Chinese hockey fans on foot or were they driving?
Were you on foot or were you driving?
Was the road itself snowy or icy?
Were they carrying sticks?

Could be about noodles.

Noodles! Yay!

It was in the city. They were driving and came round a corner really fast. We were in a car too. It was probably a really slick road, since that's ALL WE'VE HAD around here for what seems like a year now. I dunno, I've had weird vivid dreams for a week now. Anybody else doing especially weird things in their sleep?

No no it was about sex ..... you were letting on to your inner self that your libido that may have been reacting 'coldly' to a certain suggestion was now 'banking' on being 'driven' to 'play' this new 'game' which you have heard spoken with more insistance of late by someone who is a great 'fan' and who have got quite huffy if not 'angry' at your refusal ....... hope it doesn't include 'sticks'!

Ooo, nicely done. Although depending on the stick, I may or may not be happy about that...
 
Last night I had avivid dream about trains, lots of trains on many tracks. Mostly passenger trains. And they all were in my home town, where I grew up as a boy. There are 3 tracks which go thru there (lots stop for the commuter runs to and from the city, but no other tracks). Several of the passenger cars were UPS cars !
 
So Eldest Son brings home a project. He has to make a diorama involving Native Americans from the local region. He goes through all this rigamarole trying to figure out how he wants to do it. I tell him to leave the people to me. So he goes and draws his background, draws some animals, and then asks me for the Indians. I take him down to the garage where my miniatures are, and pull out a tray with 40-odd 25mm RevWar period Native Americans (unpainted).

He thinks this is cool.

I let him choose three that he likes, and then he asks if I'm gonna paint them. "Nope," I say, "You are."

He thinks this is really cool.

So I clean them and prime them, and let them dry thoroughly overnight. The next day, he is pestering me as soon as I get home to see if they're dry. They are, of course, so I set up a little painting station by my desk, give him a brush, and choose some colours for him. He sits there painting for a while, getting my feedback, asking questions.

He thinks this is cool, and that I'm cool for helping him.

....

My son painted his first miniatures tonight (with a little help from me), and he had fun doing it.

I have no words to describe how cool _I_ think this is.
 
Noodles! Yay!

It was in the city. They were driving and came round a corner really fast. We were in a car too. It was probably a really slick road, since that's ALL WE'VE HAD around here for what seems like a year now. I dunno, I've had weird vivid dreams for a week now. Anybody else doing especially weird things in their sleep?



Ooo, nicely done. Although depending on the stick, I may or may not be happy about that...

At the moment I am having perfectly reasonable nightmares ...... yes reasonable. Every night I am dreaming that I am filling in forms with questions I don't understand for the simple reason that as soon as Ron finishes getting his paperwork together I have to fill in his tax return online. Last year I made a big booboo and they billed us for £3,000 pounds and it took one hell of a lot of sorting out before they would get off his back and stop insisting he pay it or go to jail. So as you see nightmares abound at the moment!

So Eldest Son brings home a project. He has to make a diorama involving Native Americans from the local region. He goes through all this rigamarole trying to figure out how he wants to do it. I tell him to leave the people to me. So he goes and draws his background, draws some animals, and then asks me for the Indians. I take him down to the garage where my miniatures are, and pull out a tray with 40-odd 25mm RevWar period Native Americans (unpainted).

He thinks this is cool.

I let him choose three that he likes, and then he asks if I'm gonna paint them. "Nope," I say, "You are."

He thinks this is really cool.

So I clean them and prime them, and let them dry thoroughly overnight. The next day, he is pestering me as soon as I get home to see if they're dry. They are, of course, so I set up a little painting station by my desk, give him a brush, and choose some colours for him. He sits there painting for a while, getting my feedback, asking questions.

He thinks this is cool, and that I'm cool for helping him.

....

My son painted his first miniatures tonight (with a little help from me), and he had fun doing it.

I have no words to describe how cool _I_ think this is.

That is fabulous and really heartwarming makes me feel all nice inside so thanks for sharing :kiss:
 
So Eldest Son brings home a project. He has to make a diorama involving Native Americans from the local region. He goes through all this rigamarole trying to figure out how he wants to do it. I tell him to leave the people to me. So he goes and draws his background, draws some animals, and then asks me for the Indians. I take him down to the garage where my miniatures are, and pull out a tray with 40-odd 25mm RevWar period Native Americans (unpainted).

He thinks this is cool.

I let him choose three that he likes, and then he asks if I'm gonna paint them. "Nope," I say, "You are."

He thinks this is really cool.

So I clean them and prime them, and let them dry thoroughly overnight. The next day, he is pestering me as soon as I get home to see if they're dry. They are, of course, so I set up a little painting station by my desk, give him a brush, and choose some colours for him. He sits there painting for a while, getting my feedback, asking questions.

He thinks this is cool, and that I'm cool for helping him.

This is the best thing I will read this week. I know it. :)
 
Noodles! Yay!

It was in the city. They were driving and came round a corner really fast. We were in a car too. It was probably a really slick road, since that's ALL WE'VE HAD around here for what seems like a year now. I dunno, I've had weird vivid dreams for a week now. Anybody else doing especially weird things in their sleep?

City, corner, cars, high-speed pursuit, slick road.... chased by fans. Action flick starring lo mein.

I happen to kinda like winter, but it gets to a point (like about now) where visions of running barefoot in green grass begin to appeal a little more each day. I propose shifting the seasons around just a little. Maybe move spring so it starts right after valentines.
 
I am soooooooooo pissssssssssssed off and some of that with myself I should know by now that trusting anybody else but myself is a big no no ...... haven't I learnt before that it's not the done thing? Stupid stupid woman to trust somebody that's let me down before ......... god with my life you would think I had learnt my lesson long ago but you go on hoping that this time it won't happen again. Bit like love really that was so hard to give unconditionally just incase it was slapped back in my face. From now on I walk alone I don't need so called friends I dare not trust again
 
Feeling pretty down right now due to life stuff. Luckily something popped up and the voice of an angel helped soothe my worries, if only for a little while.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=moqxdi1TbK4&feature=related

Thanks, Brudda Iz. The song may be cliche, but it is so very pretty.

I quite like that version apart from the banjo(?) in the background which I found annoying but then again I have still got my easily peeved head on today. Don't anyone start on me today you will NOT win
 
Pauvres!

Homburg, your story is charming, seriously. You really are a fine parent; it's obvious from the way you write about it.

I'm sorry it's being a bad day for some folks. It's a bit grey round here, but I'm struggling to finish a couple of projects, and though it's like wading through molasses I might actually manage to accomplish things.

I'm trying to think of something cheery for all of us.

Here's some good news: the FDA has just lifted the ban on importing real Scottish Haggis to the U.S.

For some, of course, that will be terrible news. I suppose it depends on your point of view.

So: Bistro Mini-Blog challenge:

Tell me about your ideal morning. Where do you wake up, how, what time, and with whom? What's for breakfast and how and where is it served?

You can be as real or as fanciful as you like. Just so you're thinking about things that make you really happy.
 
On a yacht in the middle of some warm ocean with Orlando Bloom's lips nibbling at my left nipple then looking up into my eyes adoringly and his hardness thrusting against my leg as the sun beams brightly through the window starting a whole new day of passion when he can't get enough of me
 
For starters, initially no breakfast - that can come later, after we've recovered from our intimacy.
Waking up slowly, rather than due to an alarm clock, need to visit the bathroom, or an annoying pet.
 
I don't know that I can legally/ethically describe my perfect morning. It breaks too many laws in my State.

So, there you go. My perfect morning involves breaking the law.
 
I've just been looking stuff up on the internet about child abuse and a startling thought has flashed through my mind. Once when I mentioned to my Mother about her hitting me she said it was because she had to control me somehow. What if the the sexual abuse came first (and not the other way round as I always thought) and I suddenly had become unruly as some form of protest the only way a child knew how? Of course it doesn't make it right how she handled it but with so many blanks in my memory it explains a lot don't you think?
 
It always hurts me to know that there are children surviving abuse every day they're alive. You're a survivor, Annie dear. I admire your guts in seeking answers since I can only imagine how the questions must haunt you. You've done so much in moving forward through the pain and trying to accept the abuse as part of who you are. It's virtually impossible to forgive that sort of treatment, but I think you've likely come as close as anyone can to that state. You are awesome. You are beautiful. You Are Loveable and I am proud to number in those who can call you friend, even though we've never physically met.
 
It always hurts me to know that there are children surviving abuse every day they're alive. You're a survivor, Annie dear. I admire your guts in seeking answers since I can only imagine how the questions must haunt you. You've done so much in moving forward through the pain and trying to accept the abuse as part of who you are. It's virtually impossible to forgive that sort of treatment, but I think you've likely come as close as anyone can to that state. You are awesome. You are beautiful. You Are Loveable and I am proud to number in those who can call you friend, even though we've never physically met.

Thankyou honey and now you've made me cry! NO i tell a lie it wasn't you made me cry I've just had my hand slapped when it didnt really need to be slapped and made me wonder who my friends really are ....... beginning to think I have truer friends on that side of the pond than this. Which then leads me to think perhaps it's me that's the asshole after all because you have never met me and she has.
 
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