Then and Now

OK, today's post will be about how old I've been feeling when I look at kids and how they behave. Today driving around, doing our errands, I've noticed some kids (girls) walking around in a VERY suburb area and the way they dressed... Man! My parents would not have let me go outside dressed like that, no way in hell! Oh yeah, that was back then, and this is now. Times are really different, thus my feeling like an old bag!

I've been wondering lately if it was only me feeling this way, or if things have really changed... I've been having this feeling that people have no respect anymore, no respect for oneself, for authority... they just don't respect anything anymore. I remember as a kid, playing in an alley and if, by bad luck. our ball would land in somebody's yard, we were all scared to go ring their bell and ask for our ball back. Today, they jump the fence, nevermind about asking us if they could come in our yard, they just go and get it themselves.

Back then, my parents chose my clothes and I didn't have much to say about it. Today, the kids choose their clothes (brand name please!), dress way older than they really are (the girls are) and their folks don't have a thing to say, just pay!

Back then, my folks knew my friends and most importantly they knew (at all time) where I was. Ok my parents were a little paranoid and were watching me like a hawk. I had a very limited area to play in (the front window of our restaurant or the back alley) and I'd better be in it when they looked out! I wasn't allowed to go to my friends' houses. I could have as many friends as I wanted over, but I couldn't go over there. They wanted me where they could see me. Today, some parents forget to drop their kids off at school or daycare... Remember a few years ago, that father who forgot his kid in the back seat of his car?! or to pick them up. Not to mention the parents who have no clues who their kids are hanging out with or where exactly they are hanging...

Those are a few of the things that I've noticed, but then again I probably don't know what I'm talking about 'cause I'm not a mother! That is why I chose NOT to be a mother! I didn't want that responsability... I made a conscious decision, unlike many parents (who didn't really choose to become parents).

As a kid I remember feeling angry at my parents because they were so strict - I hated it (and them at times!), but NOW, I'm happy they had some guidelines for me to follow. They gave me structure and most of all a sense of responsability and respect for authority.
I hated feeling "different" from my friends, having to dress different as well. I wasn't allowed to wear jeans until 4 months before my 18th birthday. Jeans were to be worn for cow milking on a farm. We lived downtown Montreal and I surely didn't milk cows, so no need for jeans. Plus, I was a girl, and girls wore skirts & dresses. I'm not saying that it didn't affect me, 'cause it did, but it didn't scar me for life (at least I don't think so!).

I get really upset when I see the young ones, telling me to "F off" when I tell them not to play in our yard. Respect is dead in today's society. We no longer respect our elders, the laws and ourselves and most of all, we have no respect for authority.
Back then I remember feeling a little scared when I would see a police officer. Now days, the kids tell the cops to get lost. They tell their parents worst things and we, as a society, simply accept it. Is it a symptom of our generation? A reflection of our society? Or simply the way the things have changed?...



...Things that make you go hummm...

In my next life I'm...

La blogoshpère...

C'est fou tout ce que l'on trouve sur la "blogoshpère"! Presqu'à chaque fois que je fais un posting , je jette un coup d'oeil aux autres blogs (en cliquant sur "next blog") et je suis tombée sur quelques blogs intéressants.

La semaine passée je suis tombée sur un blog d'une femme qui se retrouve face à un grand dilemme: tromper son mari pour un amoureux d'il y a 20 ans passés ou demeurer fidèle. Ses pensées/postings étaient assez confus et je pouvais lire sa détresse. Après avoir lu quelques entrées j'ai décidée de lui envoyer un commentaire. Je ne l'ai pas jugée, je lui ai seulement offert mon point de vue et voici ce qu'elle m'a répondue:

I also assumed that anyone who did happen by and dropped a comment would probably condemn me for what I am doing. I never in a million years expected such a thought out reasoned response.

Je dois avouer que cela m'a fait un petit velour (hi! hi! hi!)... J'ai ressentie le besoin d'aider cette femme, fouille-moi pourquoi, mais je me devais de communiquer avec elle. A tout les jours depuis je retourne lire son blog, elle est vraiment confuse et surtout elle joue "avec le feu"...

Hier je lui ai ré-écrit car ce qu'elle avait écrit m'avait un peu dérangée. Je trouvais qu'elle prenait la voie la plus facile, mais pas nécessairement la bonne alors je lui ai donné mon avis. Ce matin elle m'a répondue:

stinkypaw,
You're post hit me like a punch in the gut. But it is a punch much needed and deserved.

C'est certain que ce qu'elle vit n'est pas facile, mais comme je lui ai dis: elle a choisie cette situation alors elle se doit de l'assumer. Anyway, on verra bien ce qu'elle fera... J'ai quand même hâte de voir ce qu'elle écrira suivant son rendez-vous avec son ancien amoureux demain!

J'ai aussi tombé sur certains blogs "intéressants", mais d'une autre façon, genre "hard-core porn", je suis même tombée sur un site "live" de pitounes en chaleur qui se frottent devant une web cam, gratuitement! Assez fucké merci!!! Ou celui d'un gars à Brampton (Ontario) avec ce que je croyais être des belles photos d'hommes nus mais qui sont devenues assez explicites... Il y en a VRAIMENT pour tout les goûts, ça c'est sure!

J'y ai trouvé des jeux, des sujets intéressants et d'autres qui n'ont juste pas d'affaires là! Mais la blogospère est accessible à tous et chacuns qui possèdent (et utilisent) un ordi, alors... ça donne ce que ça donne!

Je comprends aussi comment certaines personnes puissent devenir dépendants de ça. Je dois avouer que même moi j'y prends plaisir de faire mes petites entrées, ben nounounes à comparer à certains!, mais quand même et comme ça je fais moins de circulation dans les boîtes de courriels. Je sais, vous aimiez recevoir mes messages, mais que voulez-vous les temps changent, hi! hi! hi!

Your Friday Smile!

A Priest, a Pentecostal Preacher and a Rabbi would get together two or three times a week for coffee and to talk shop. One day, someone made the comment that preaching to people isn't really all that hard. A real challenge would be to preach to a bear. One thing led to another and they decided to do an experiment: they would all go out into the woods, find a bear, preach to it, and attempt to convert it.

Seven days later, they're all together to discuss the experience.

Father Flannery, who has his arm in a sling, is on crutches, and has various bandages, goes first.

"Well," he says, "I went into the woods to find me a bear. And when I found him I began to read to him from the Catechism. Well, that bear wanted nothing to do with me and began to slap me around. So I quickly grabbed my holy water, sprinkled him and, Holy Mary, Mother of God, he became as gentle a lamb. The bishop is coming out next week to give him first communion and confirmation."

Reverend Billy Bob spoke next. He was in a wheelchair, with an arm and both legs in casts, and an IV drip. In his best fire and brimstone oratory he claimed,

" WELL, brothers, you KNOW that we don't sprinkle! I went out and I FOUND me a bear. And then I began to read to my bear from God's HOLY WORD! But that bear wanted nothing to do with me. So I took HOLD of him and we began to wrestle. We wrestled down one hill, UP another and DOWN another until we came to a creek. So I quick DUNKED him and BAPTIZED his hairy soul. And, just like you said, he became as gentle as a lamb. We spent the rest of the day praising Jesus."

They both looked down at the rabbi, who was lying in a hospital bed. He was in a body cast and traction with IV's and monitors running in and out of him. He was in bad shape.

The rabbi looks up and says, "Looking back on it, circumcision may not have been the best way to start things out with my bear."

Have a great weekend!

Funeral

J'ai vu cette blague à plusieurs reprises, et à chaque fois je ne peux faire autrement que de rire! Le pire dans tout ça c'est que j'imagine le tout...

Cardiologist's Funeral
A famous cardiologist died and was given an elaborate funeral. A huge heart covered in flowers stood behind the casket during the service.
Following the eulogy, the heart opened, and the casket rolled inside. The heart then closed, sealing the doctor in the beautiful heart forever.
At that point, one of the mourners burst into laughter.
When all eyes stared at him, he said, "I'm sorry,I was just thinking of my own funeral...
I'm a gynecologist."
The proctologist sitting next to him fainted.

Je vous jure, j'ai une image visuelle très claire! C'est juste drôle, non?!

Listen to your body.

Surely sounds like something my body would tell me! Over the years my body often talked to me, most of the times it was to warn me about something. Younger I tend to ignored it more, but as I grew older (and wider!) I realised that I needed to pay more attention to what it was saying. Of course, at times, I couldn't care less and at other times I just had to stop and carefully listen! Just last week my doctor confirmed what my body had quietly been trying to tell me for quite some time... I guess it's time to listen!

Don't get me wrong, I'm in touch with it (more often than you might think, if you know what I mean!) ;-D, and I also realised that as I'm getting older I also pay more attention to what it's saying. It's one thing to hear what it's saying, but it's a whole different thing when it comes to actually listen to it. I'm trying to be reasonable and do that: listen. Not always easy, especially when the brain or the heart kicks in, but I have to let go of the emotions, stand still and listen! In the long run it pays off to listen to it!

Doctor's Order

I received this from a friend (Thanks D.!) and even if I had seen it before I still think that it is a really good one!

In some twisted way I feel like it could very well be something that I could say/do! I know, I know, you may not agree with me, but I'm telling you - this could very well be an answer I give my current husband!
Don't get me wrong I love the old man and his new parts - it's so nice to see him walking around pain free and all, but we have to be realistic here... he IS older than me after all! ;-D

NOT that happy with having to fetch my jokes?

It’s such an effort, isn’t it? Well, it was getting to be a real pain for me to manage my distribution lists for my “Friday Smiles”. Some people didn't want this type or that type and you see, being the anal person that I am, I didn’t want to send back a joke to someone who had sent it to me. It was getting complicated and I didn’t want that at all! So having this blog is simpler (for me, at least).

I know that most of you are “real” lazy, and enjoyed the breaks my jokes would bring in your mailbox full of important things and business related matters. I was your ray of sunshine in your dreary inbox! I fully understand that. I was talking with my geek of a husband, and he told me that he could create an aggregator link to my blog. A what?! What was he talking about this time? Most of the time (not to say ALL) when he talks geek I zone out… It’s boring, what can I say!?!

Over the 13 years I’ve been exposed to him, I guess some of his geekiness rubbed off on me… Like I keep telling him, he’s made of real cheap “cloth”, his dye “runs” and now I know about things that “normally” I would not have! All because of him! I tell you…

Earlier while chatting with a friend, who’s quite geeky too (or at least connected!) I asked him if he’d been on my blog. He’s one of those, that the extra effort didn’t appeal to. So I told him to use a news aggregator. He had no clue what it was. That made me realize two things: 1) not everybody is up to speed with the technology available and 2) my husband is much more of a geek than I thought!!!

As per my hubby's suggestion, I googled “aggregator”, and the first link you get is the wikipedia definition :

An aggregator or news aggregator is a type of software that retrieves syndicated Web content that is supplied in the form of a web feed (RSS, Atom and other XML formats), and that are published by weblogs, podcasts, vlogs, and mainstream mass media websites.

(that would be Augie’s definition as well, see why I zone out!)

Here’s my version/definition: a news aggregator is something that fetches new entries on blogs or news site.

So, if there are sites (besides my blog) that you do visit regularly, using an aggregator would be useful. You could see in one place all new “entries” that were made to your favorite blogs, online news, newsgroup, weather forecast, etc. What do you think? Interested? If so, contact my contributor “CycleTux” he’ll be able to help you! I'm sure he'll be thrilled to tell you more about this “fascinating” subject that is a news aggregator.

I just love those quizzes...

... I know I'm a freak!

When I'm bored I love to do those little quizzes. I think it's interesting to see what people think of themselves or simply think (when they do!). I've found this "Blogthing", a site that has tons of different little tests. Ok they are more for a "younger" crowd, but nonetheless I think they are fun!

I just did one: What color is your aura? Here are my results!

Your Aura is Blue

Your Personality: Your natural warmth and intuition nurtures those around you. You are accepting and always follow your heart. You in Love: Relationships are your top priority, and this includes love. You are most happy when you are serious with someone. Your Career: You need to help others in your job to feel satistifed. You would be a great nurse, psychologist, or counselor.

What Color Is Your Aura?

Click on the link above if you want to know about yours. It's fun, trust me!!?!

Oh yuk!!! I just did another one: "The Simpsons Personality Test" and I'm Barney this is so upsetting! Barney? I don't even drink beer!!! Oh well! That's the fun of these stupid little tests!

If you're curious (and I know you are!) have a look at this: http://www.blogthings.com/quizzes/

All the quizzes you can think of! Give it a try!

P.S.: My Muppet Personality is Animal

This is so weird...

... and I realise it at times. Ce soir on avait loué quelques films, dont "A History Of Violence" que l'on vient de finir de regarder. Interesting. Disons que je suis contente de ne pas avoir été le voir au cinéma. En regardant les "special features" (ma partie préférée des DVD) j'ai réalisé quelque chose d'assez weird...

Au début du film, Tom (personage de Viggo) se défend dans son restaurant et il tire un des "méchants" dans la tête. La scène est assez dégeulasse et sanglante. Dans les "special features" ils expliquent les effets spéciaux pour cette scène et on peut "mieux" voir l'état du gars dont la tête est à moitiée sautée. En voyant ça j'ai dit à mon chum: "C'est pour ça que j'avais demandé à mon père de ne pas se tirer dans la tête... Je savais que ça serait assez dégeulasse." Non mais, how weird is that? Quand j'y pense, tu parles d'une conversation à avoir avec mon père - la façon dont il allait se suicider! C'est complètement fou! J'en reviens juste pas!

Hier soir, dans mon cours de méditation, le professeur nous disait comment les gens étaient mal à l'aise de parler de la mort, surtout de la leur. Et moi j'avais des discussions avec mon père (pas un étranger, pas une connaissance, MON père!) sur comment je ne voulais pas qu'il se tire dans la tête, qu'il fasse ça dans la maison, etc. C'est pas normal et même si je me fout de ce que la "normale" peut être, je sais que pour ça je suis complètement à côté de la track!

On parlait de ses intentions comme on parle de préparatifs de voyage. Tout un voyage qu'il planifiait le vieux! Un aller simple. Même si ce soir j'en parle, je réalise que j'ai probablement atteint ce "let go", tant convoité. Je n'ai plus vraiment de peine, de douleur, c'est un fait, un évènement marquant de ma vie, mais qui ne me fait plus vraiment mal. Je crois que j'ai accepté de laisser-aller mon père avec toute sa colère, sa peine et le reste. Ça ne veut pas dire que je n'y pense plus, ou que je l'aime moins, au contraire. Je ressens une certaine paix face à tout cela. Et je réalise aussi comment c'est weird! Oh well! That's yet another chapter of my life... a not so sheltered or quiet life, but a life filled with events that should be told! I will, in good times!

Your Friday Smile!

One day a guy died and found himself in hell. As he was wallowing in despair, he had his first meeting with a demon.
The demon asked, "Why so glum?"
The guy responded, "What do you think? I'm in hell!"
"Hell's not so bad," the demon said. "We actually have a lot of fun down here. You a drinking man?"
"Sure," the man said, "I love to drink."
"Well, you're gonna love Mondays then. On Mondays all we do is drink. Whiskey, tequila, Guinness, wine coolers, diet Tab and Fresca. We drink 'til we throw up and then we drink some more!"
The guy is astounded. "Damn, that sounds great."

"You a smoker?" the demon asked.
"You better believe it!"
"You're gonna love Tuesdays. We get the finest cigars from all over the world and smoke our lungs out! . If you get cancer, no biggie you're already dead, remember?"
"Wow, the guy said, "that's awesome!"

The demon continued. "I bet you like to gamble."
"Why yes, as a matter of fact I do."
"Wednesdays you can gamble all you want. Craps, blackjack, roulette, poker, Slots, whatever. If you go bankrupt, well, you're dead anyhow. You into drugs?"
The guy said, "Are you kidding? I love drugs! You don't mean . . ."
"That's right! Thursday is drug day. Help yourself to a great big bowl of crack, or smack. Smoke a doobie the size of a submarine. You can do all the drugs you want, you're dead, who cares!"
"Wow," the guy said, starting to feel better about his situation, "I never realized Hell was such a cool place!"

The demon said, "You gay?"
"No."
"Ooooh, you're gonna hate Fridays!"

Have a great weekend!

Not really a good day today...

What do you want, there are days like that, and today is one of THEM! At least we are having great weather, nice and sunny and also quite warm. What am I doing sitting here when I should be out there? Told you! It was one of those days! Had a doctor's appointment this morning - why do they bother giving freakin' appointment? Every time we go to see this quack (that's what we call doctors, in general) we bring a book to read and prep ourselves mentally to wait. 'Cause we do! But then again, anywhere you go related to the medical system you'll wait - that's a given! Anyway, I digress... Went to see my doctor to get some tests results. He said something about my cholesterol being a little high, my blood pressure as well, etc.
My mom has problems with her cholesterol, so it might be genetic... yeah, ok, let's go with that.

I know that I (we) don't eat like rabbits, we like our red meat and I love my chocolate. I take full responsability for that. Also, in the past 2 years I've basically stopped all physical activities. I just don't feel like it anymore. That might be the main contributor for the bad cholesterol to increase. Also, I think that since our trip to Greece we've been eating way too many Horiatiki (Greek salad). yes we use "good" olive oil and all, but still it's there! I don't know what it is exactly, but I have to watch it... so, I'll "try" to be good - try being the key word here! At least, not make it worst... and maybe try to get back into "action"... time will tell...

It pays to be careful around old people.

A tour bus driver is driving with a bus load of seniors down a highway when he is tapped on his shoulder by a little old lady. She offers him a handful of peanuts, which he gratefully munches up.
After about 15 minutes, she taps him on his shoulder again and she hands him another handful of peanuts. She repeats this gesture about five more times.
When she is about to hand him another batch again he asks the little old lady,
"Why don't you eat the peanuts yourselves?".
"We can't chew them because we've no teeth", she replied.
The puzzled driver asks, "Why do you buy them then?"
The old lady replied, "We just love the chocolate around them."


I don't think I'll ever eat peanuts, at my mom's, the same way ever again! And I thought she was cutting down on salt... now I'll be wondering!... Darn!

Already Seven Years...

...that my dad past away today (April 17th, 1999). I read this story a few years back and since then, I never looked at a found penny the same way...

Remember this every time you pass that little penny in the parking lot.
I use to think that it was for Good Luck, but I love this version better:

I found a penny today

Just laying on the ground.

But it's not just a penny,

this little coin I've found.

Found pennies come from heaven,

that's what my Grandpa told me.

He said Angels toss them down.

Oh, how I loved that story.

He said when an Angel misses you,

they toss a penny down.

Sometimes just to cheer you up,

to make a smile out of your frown.

So, don't pass by that penny,

when you're feeling blue.

It may be a penny from heaven,

that an Angel's tossed to you

So now pass this on to the people who you care about and who you feel are angels to you, I just did. An angel is now watching over you.

One thing for sure, I know that my dad is watching over me.

Tu me manque vieux!

Une autre occasion "familiale"...

Il est tout juste 21 heures et nous sommes déjà de retour d'un souper familiale pour Pâques... Plus le temps passe et moins j'apprécie les occasions de regroupement familiaux. Oui! oui! c'est ben l'fun de voir que les petits monstres ont grandis, et qu'ils sont toujours aussi... let me choose my next word carefully... "charmants"! C'est sur que c'est plaisant de voir certains membres de la famille qu'on ne rencontre que lors d'occasions, mais est-ce que cela vaut vraiment le déplacement?

Je me suis toujours dis que si j'avais envie de voir certains membres de ma famille, je ferais en sorte de les voir, et non pas attendre les occasions pré-cédulés au calendrier! De toute façon dans les soupers (de Pâques, Noël ou autres) on n'a pas vraiment la chance de se parler, plutôt on essaie de comprendre celui ou celle assis près de nous, entre les enfants qui crient, les autres un peu "pompettes" qui parlent plus fort que d'habitude, le niveau de décibel se retrouve pas mal élevé et c'est à ce moment-là que je fais "l'huitre". Je me referme et bonsoir la visite!

Nous avons eu un bon souper ce soir, et ce sera à refaire demain chez ma mère - notre dernier souper de Pâques dans cette maison, puisqu'elle a vendue et déménage. Une chance chez ma mère demain il n'y aura pas d'enfants, enfin je l'espère!

Demain soir je fermerai un gros châpitre de ma vie familiale. Ce sera la fin du "temps de Pâques", avec les souvenirs de mon père et de ses bibittes... Ce sera pour moi l'occasion de couper tout les liens et souvenirs (bons et mauvais) que j'ai envers cette maison que je n'ai jamais vraiment aimée, qui était au début la maison de mes parents, qui est devenue l'endroit où est mort mon père et qui est maintenant la maison où vis ma mère et Gérard. Cela n'a jamais été "mon chez-nous" et je pense que c'est un chapitre qui avait drôlement besoin d'être fermé. It's time to move on!

My First Friday Smile on the Blog!

The Irish Castaway

One day an Irishman,who had been stranded on a deserted island for over 10 years, sees a speck on the horizon. He thinks to himself, "It's certainly not a ship." And, as the speck gets closer and closer, he begins to rule out the possibilities of a small boat and even a raft. Suddenly, there emerges from the surf a wet-suited black clad figure. Putting aside the scuba gear and the top of the wet suit, there stands a drop-dead gorgeous blonde!

The glamorous blonde strides up to the stunned Irishman and says to him,"Tell me, how long has it been since you've had a good cigar?"

Ten years," replies the amazed Irishman. With that, she reaches over and unzips a waterproof pocket on the left sleeve of her wetsuit and pulls out a fresh package of hand-rolled Cuban cigars. He takes one, lights it, and takes a long drag. "Faith and begorrah," says the man, "That is so good, I'd almost forgotten how great a smoke can be!"

And how long has it been since you've had a drop of good Bushmill's Irish Whiskey?" asks the blonde. Trembling, the castaway replies, "Ten years." Hearing that, the blonde reaches over to her right sleeve, unzips a pocket, removes a flask and hands it to him. He opens the flask and, takes a long drink. "'Tis nectar of the gods!" says the Irishman.

''Tis truly fantastic!!!"

At this point the gorgeous blonde starts to slowly unzip the long front of her wet suit, right down the middle. She looks at the trembling man and asks "And how long has it been since you played around?"

With tears in his eyes, the Irishman falls to his knees and sobs, "Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Don't tell me that you've got golf clubs in there too!

With Spring at our door, thought some of you might enjoy this one!

Have a great LONG weekend, happy Easter and enjoy your chocolates without guilt!

Mid-Week Smile!

The Lone Ranger was ambushed and captured by an enemy Indian war party.
The Indian Chief proclaims, "So, you are the great Lone Ranger. In honour of the Harvest Festival, you will be executed in three days. But, before I kill you, I will grant you three requests. What is your first request?"

The Lone Ranger responds, "I'd like to speak to my horse."

The Chief nods and Silver is brought before the Lone Ranger, who whispers in Silver's ear and the horse gallops away. Later that evening, Silver returns with a beautiful blonde woman on his back.

As the Indian Chief watches, the blonde enters the Lone Ranger's tent and spends the night.

The next morning the Indian Chief admits he's impressed. "You have a very fine and loyal horse but I will still kill you in two days. What is your second request?"

The Lone Ranger again asks to speak to his horse. Silver is brought to
him, and he again whispers in the horse's ear. As before, Silver takes off
across the plains and disappears over the horizon.

Later that evening, to the Chief's surprise, Silver again returns, this time with a brunette, even more attractive than the blonde. She enters the Lone Ranger's tent and spends the night.

The following morning the Indian Chief is again impressed. "You are indeed a man of many talents but I still kill you tomorrow. "What is your last request?"

The Lone Ranger responds, "I'd like to speak to my horse....alone."
The Chief is curious but he agrees and Silver is brought to the Lone Ranger's tent.
Once they're alone, the Lone Ranger grabs Silver by both ears, looks him square in the eye and says, "Listen very carefully you dumb ass horse. For the last time BRING POSSEEEE!!!!"

Friendship Prayer

I'm your friend!

This is my favorite Maxine quote! I can SOOOO relate to her! and if you're a friend I'm sure you can too!

Would you want a friend who never talks back, enthusiastically digs into whatever leftovers you're serving, and doesn't look better than you in the same outfit? Yes? Well, then you don't want me!!

Joke aside, I want to use this blog as I would if I was writing my own advice column. It will give me a chance to say in writing what I usually think or say under my breath (just like Maxine).

I don't know if you are ready for this... You think you're crabby? You think you're short fuse? Take this quiz (that I made up!) if you want to find out. I'll tell you!


1. You're shopping with a friend, the first thing she does is:
a) Walk in the opposite direction you're going.
b) Stand behind you, looking away, while you give crap to the clerck.
c) Ask you where you want to go next, so she can tell the clerck to leave you alone before you show up.

2. You tell a friend you're going out, she tells you:
a) "You should avoid crowds".
b) "Are you sure you wouldn't rather stay home instead?".
c) "I'll be home this weekend if you need me to post bail".

3. Finish this phrase: I'm sorry...
a) I didn't think you spoke French/English.
b) you didn't move out of my way fast enough.
c) stop wasting my time, I can scream louder than you.

Scoring:
All "a": You're crabby, but you don't need medication yet.
All "b": You're not the most patient one around, quite the "short-fuse".
All "c": Better see your doctor, you might need some pills! You're just like me!

So now you know! By the way, thanks to my friend Martine and my husband for having been by my side and inspiring me this little test. How many lives you've saved we'll never know!

You'll have to come here for "Your Friday Smiles!"

Yesterday I forgot someone on my distribution list for my "Friday Smiles", and after receiving his "friendly reminder" I thought of using a blog instead of e-mail. It would be simpler for me and people who want their joke can come here and get them.

I've been thinking about that today and decided to use technology to my advantage. I want to use Stories 2 Tell for more than jokes. I'll use it as my tool to communicate with you out there, friends and family that I don't get to see often, or simply don't take the time to get in touch with. Too often we let things get in our way, and life has this tendency to get in the way!

In case you're wondering, I'll be writting in French and English - the benefit of living in Québec, you get to learn both if you choose to, and I did! - so some posting will be in English alone and other in French alone and maybe at times I'll mix both! ;-D