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  • The Heifer Diaries - it's the online diary of a Maine dairy farmer. Wonderful reading, if you like life on a farm. The main website, Real-Food, "is a website committed to the promotion of small farming, home produced foods, local agriculture, and sound nutrition." His cow, Helen, is one of the main characters.
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  • I did a trek with the Sierra Club around the Annapurna massif and I still love the mountains.
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  • ... a joke email that I just saved ... __________ Why Women Are Crabby “Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar...” We started to 'bud' in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find that anything that came in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurt so bad it brought us to tears. So came the ridiculously uncomfortable training bra contraption that the boys in school would snap until we had calluses on our backs. Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along with those budding boobs, we bloated, we cramped, we got the hormone crankies, and had to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had. Our next little rite of passage was having sex for the first time which was about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn't end up with his little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about. Then it was off to Motherhood where we learned to live on dry crackers and water for a few months so we didn't spend the entire day leaning over Brother John. Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learned to live with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we were preparing to have Rosemary's Baby. Our once-flat bellies looked like we swallowed a whole watermelon and we peed our pants every time we sneezed. When the big moment arrived, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions invariably burst right in the middle of the mall and we had to waddle, with our big cartoon feet, moaning in pain all the way to the ER. Then it was huff-and-puff-and-beg-to-die while the OB says, “Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar. Calm down and push. Just one more good push” (more like 10), warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the %$#*@*#!* hubby and doctor square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10 pound bowling ball through a keyhole. After that, it was time to raise those angel - only to find that when all that 'cute' wears off, the beautiful little darlings morph into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines. Then come their 'Teen Years.' Need I say more? When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our early 40's - while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday. So we progress into the grand finale: 'The Menopause,' the Grandmother of all womanhood. It's either take HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned 'buds' or the aforementioned Nether Regions, or sweat like a hog in July, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that moves. And you still wonder WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men? Men get off so easy, INCLUDING the icing on life's cake - being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks. So, while I love being a woman, 'Womanhood' would make the Great Gandhi a tad crabby. You think women are the 'weaker sex?' Yeah right. Bite me.
  • Probably my girlfriend asking what all the moaning noises were ...
  • an interesting site i discovered today..
  • lets see... Of is an emotion that has been around for tons of years and will continue being around for tons more. The only reason it is so hard to find it now is because the mind and heart are clouded by selfishness and pleasure seeking no matter at whose expense. But I assure you that when you meet that person, the one for you, you will fall back into believing in love... Its not something that you should stop believing in just because something bad happened or because you haven't had love in a long will come...if it doesn't work out with one person that means it's not meant to be...believe me there is one person if not many people who are right for you and one day you'll meet them. You'll with find you...just stop being bitter WHOA...a whole thing on love that i wrote earlier..

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