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Monday, July 29, 2002

In 5 minutes I'm in the car for Bretagne (till end of next week)!!! Yeeeeeeepeeeeeeeee

It's been so hot today (36°!) that we can't wait anymore to leave.... we should arrive at about midnight and I'll breathe fresh air!!!
(happy sigh)

Jack, I'll seriously think about you boiling in the heat while I'll have a nap under a tree (G)
Penny, I've seen the temp in Brissie was around 21°C !!!! That is noooooooot winter at all! What a delicious temperature :-))))... In case it's the week when Celia has to be checked and cured, I'll be sending you waves of sparkles!!! Just let us know :-)))))

I love you both!! Mwaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

(and I'll give ya news via bloggies, yuss yusss) **~~* *^^* * * *
from Candy Froggie
6:03 PM

Okay, its 38 degrees in here where I am working, arrgghhh. I am sitting here in only this G-string, and trying to keep my bits from falling out and frightening the customers… and trying to work, but just slowing down more and more and feeling sleepy an,…..zzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

(Waking up after hitting the floor)

What sort of Hell is this? Sitting here in a puddle of my own sweat printing pictures of happy people splashing around in holiday swimming pools? What sort of masochistic sense of humour has this all-powerful being that decides our fate, got? I read that some eminent philosophers have promulgated the (not so new) theory that we are all living in a computer, a lil like ‘The Matrix’ movie. But they are serious. So, we had better live a blameless life or risk being deleted to the re-cycle bin and live our next ‘boot-up’ as a cat. Hmmmm…not’s bad, really…

Candy, just a note to say have a relaxing and cool break away from the heat of Paris. Remember, no work harder than ‘clicking of the fingers’ to summon wine and grapes, ok?

Penny? Have you now, no need, for that hot water bottle hmmmm? When is he moving in then? Or are you both still commuting between beds? Oh sorry, I forgot, sex plays no part in this…hehe


from Jack
2:40 PM

Groovey Monday you two...Yeah Baby!!!

The hottest day so far, (only 32degrees) and we decide to go and sit in the open Sun for eight hours. At the Farnbourogh Air Show. Mad dogs and Englishmen spring to mind. Unlike the majority, at least we took hats and a sun-umbrella to hide under, and, despite returning home burnt out, we did not look like part of the returning hoard of bright red lobsters that crawled from the airfield that evening. Security was over the top. Just to get in, it resembled an airport departure lounge with full body scans and every cool bag opened. I suspect they didn’t need to open the beer cans and sample the beer, but what the hell, it was hot. I felt for the armed police who were everywhere, hands resting on their machine carbines at the ready in full black body armour. All the static displays were fenced off, so no close up touching of these machines now. No trips inside the new airliners. And if you farted to loud, God help you.

We set up camp alongside the fence for an uninterrupted view of the flying display, three hours later. The girls, almost beside themselves with excitement at the close proximity of all this high-octane testosterone, promptly lay down and started serious sunbathing. I borrowed an overheated armed policeman to guard our canopy of shape from envious onlookers; in return he got to keep cool. For the first time that I can remember, the BBC was not filming. Usually, they cover the Show over three days with the highlight the closing Sunday. Not this time. The display was poor. Only a single Typhoon represented the latest military technology on display, and that was not actually on static display, but only flew. Twice in fact, also I suspect to fill time. No Soviet, No French, No American hardware, no stealth, no B1, apart from one F-16 and one Hornet. Nearly all Americans living in the locality, of which there were many thousands, have been called home for safety reasons. It seems this applies to their military as well now.

The Hornet did a squared loop, which was very impressive, as it seems to defy flying rules, as I understand them. The Long Range Airbus flew, again twice for no reason other than to fill time that I could see. Three Battle of Britain planes flew in, waggled their wings and buggered off, not bothering to land. As did the Red Arrows, again normally based at the show but not this year. And errrm, that was about it. Several other planes flew, which have displayed the same thing for the past 10 years, so the innovation that was the hallmark of Farnborough of past has gone. The flying display was never over the crowd for safety reasons keeping the three thousand visitors in the airfield safe, but leaving the half a million in homes surrounding the airfield to take the risk. No wonder most people read their newspapers while the display went on some distance from them.

It was hot though, but I have told you that already…
Have a great week!
from Jack
8:49 AM
Thursday, July 25, 2002

Yeeepeeee, I see I can enjoy the whole sofa for myself in here :P

Hugggles you groovy two **~~ **^^**^^* *~~*
The more my belly grows, the more it get hards to type easily on the laptop!!! Arggg!
I feel so limited at the moment... But at least I found a position comfortable enough to paint (weeeeeee!!!)

So my days are spent horizontally, really. Now the way I look at the situation is that each week without probbie for the buDerfly is a victory :-))))
I gotta thank you both for all these warm sparkles I feel regularly coming from there and overthere! It feels incredibly guuuuuuuud!
To answer you, Penny One, so far the gyno has not talked of stopping the medication. A "natural" birth would be a premature one sooooo for now I'll go on with the drug. The gyno wants us to reach the 37 week minimum (I'm in my 29th right now) before letting anything happening. Patience is hardly a virtue (shock!!), more an obligation, hey :P hehe

Changing a bit topic, when you both talk of the education of your angel goilettes... I'm more and more convinced it's harder to raise girls than boys!!!
(oh and by the way Jack, if you really bothered us telling s what happened with your daughters, we would not answer you that quickly and with such interest! tssss ;-) (ohhhh and I loooved the 'Empire strikes back' episode, a reaaal delight to read you!)

coming back to goils' education..... Why is it harder? or why does it seem so?
I really wonder. I mean boys are certainly not more "angels" than girls. And if you think of it, they are not really more protected from dangers than girls (they would even tend to provoke the danger more easily!)
Sooo, is it harder because finally you feel your daughter(s) cannot defend herself? Because you think anyone will take advantage of her?
I reckon it's stressing. Maybe it's more "stressing" than "hard" to raise girls. I dunno... (yet) ;-)

Changing topic again, Ebay was a great idea, Sista (that deserves a glass of champ! hehehe...you get the glasses, I bring the wet bubbles!)
I had thought of it actually (and I love when we get the same ideas! that means they are brilliantissima, no?!!)***~~^^* * *

The roots of my project actually are : a basic webpage, on which I'll present the paintings, and on which ya could buy prints of them (in postcard size, actual size, poster size, with frame, without frame, etc). I'll print limited series according to the paintings and I'll try to develop such marketing actions (hehe, me microscopic businessgoil).
And I had though of ebay as a marketing tool only, I'd put a painting there (original one) to be bought at the best price.

That's it. I get new ideas everyday, there's a looot to do... from the conception of the paintings, the purchase of materials, finding a good printer, and developping the concept of the shop online. Phewwwww.. and wihtout moving at all, it's a bit more complicate :P
I think I'll have to create an official structure, maybe what they call here a "micro-entreprise", I dunno yet. But I'll let you know as soon as I get out of the administrative fog (s).

At least, all that keeps my neurones pretty busy, which is guuud. Turning into a fattie is one thing, but into a stooopid fattie... huuuuuu! not for me!

Talking of e-biz, you did not want to develop a shop online, Jack? Not easy to find the time to think about it when you've aleady a full time job.. but do you still think of it?
And how is it going with your job, mizz Penny? Is the business getting good at the moment? (you must know everything about e-business now!!!! yeeepeeeee!! I'll take note of any advice!!!)

Ok, I'm having lil cramps (I think I'm huuuuuungry :P), so I wish you a fantabizoooooby Friday !
Mwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa**~~^^* ** * * *
from Candy Froggie
6:53 PM
Thursday, July 18, 2002

After asking myself if that would be an email or a bloggie, here we are!

Thanks for your enlightment about the origins of the Scooby-doo name, Jack! hehe, you're sure about it? I've nebber been a fan of sinatra, but I like that dawg:)
(oh, about the farting scene, it's sad, but that's the only moment when Martin and I really laffed)

Aye, Marylin and Elvis together, an over-glamorous concept!
But if you look at Marylin's guys, Elvis wouldn't have been her type anyway :P
About the artwork, it looks a bit like those you find in the "typical american restaurants" around. Even if a bit kitch, I find the concept interesting.

Changing topic, I've found your missive, Penny one!
(moving my legs and arms above the laptop with excitement)

Haaaa Jack, you've been right to ask our ghostlette for a long missive... cause it's *just* great to get so many news from you, M'am!
Don't do that too often though, we might get addicted to it :P
hehehe

So your Life has been changing for the best, yuss?!
I think that just feeling da belly growing and moving makes me totally understand how a life can slowly change *for the best* ;-)
(I hear you, Jack "wait till the mermaid is born, hey" hehe)

Sooo M'am, finally you get full nights! We (Martin and I) always wondered how you managed to keep awake all night and naturally go to bed at 5.00 -minimum-!
hehe, crazy goil, I tell you!
How does it feel to enjoy daylight now, hm? Talk about change, that is already a main one!

With Anthony being around, you're certainly the happiest Mom now :-)))
With your new regular job, you're as active (professionnally speaking) as you wanted to be! (funny you talked about Dreamweaver! Martin tries to convince me to rebuild my whole web site with it! But t'is complicate...and complicate "in English" is simply worse! I might ask you advice, huh :P)
And with a MOTM with who the best times have very little to do with sex (falling on da floor!!! I'm curious about these "best times" !! hehe).. that makes your life very complete, hm:)))))

The only 'shade' to that beauDiful painting is Miss Celia then, hmm. I'm not too much surprised with what you told us about her... I thought it would take a bit more time for her to recover totally.
I almost jumped like a contortionist when you talked of the needles... They're not my friends either!!!
As Jack said, I really wonder why the doc showed you those needles by the way! There's something highly sadistic in that process!!!

Anyway, we noooe dem doctors...
About the needles, well, the pain is only "visual", Celia and you will hardly feel them!
So my advice...don't look at them!!! (could I be a doctor now, M'am?)
:-)))
An op' is nebber fun and always stressing, but you don't have the choice of course... And if your sister can go with you, everything will be really alright. Not a single doubt about that:)

Oh Jack, you gonna have a prostate test... just a "normal" checking or do you think you have some of the symptoms?
Anyway, the test itself is said to be very regular, I mean it's not worse than our monthly appointment at the gyno :P

At the moment I have also my own nightmare about docs (g)... it's said when you give birth, they use now almost regularly episiotomy (they cut the vagina on its sides to create more space for the baby to go out)... (fainting)
If that ever happen to me, I'll take the liver out of da doc if he shows me the scissors and tells me he gonna do it!
Argggggg!!! I just don't want to imagine the feeling, nenenene!

heh:)
We're lil things when it comes to physical pain, hey ;-)

Anyway, I'd beDer go and check the offers online for Martin:))
Who knows, it might be "our" day!

Take care of your bits, specially of those which gonna be in the hands of the doc :-)
Mwwwaaaaaa^^~~^^** * * * * *
from Candy Froggie
3:31 PM
Tuesday, July 16, 2002

Second try at publishing..I bet this appears twice now..DOH! Nope..last and third time then...fourth time

Even though you maybe know nothng about motorbikes, care even less, and in fact are almost already asleep at my mention of them, these ‘rules’ might make you smile.

Women Bikers:

Rule 1: At no time is it cool to have nicknames such as “Fast Babe”, Speedy Sex Kitten”, or any other nausea-inducing misnomer stitched on to your leathers. Unless you look as good and ride as fast as they suggest, then you can stitch whatever you like on to your leathers…it won’t be that which anyone is looking at.

Rule 2: Do not take up motorcycling if there is even the slightest chance that you may be a better/faster rider than your man. Unless you’re prepared to lose him.

Rule 3: Only buy a bike of greater than 601cc if you wish to be branded a lesbian.

Rule 4: In conversation, resist the temptation to talk to your man about motorcycles and their merits unless it is along the lines of “errrmmm…should I get this one?

Helmets:

Rule 1: Stick-on fluffy bunny rabbit ears are never, ever cool, even if you are blonde, have a 24inch waist and ‘come-to-bed-eyes’ eyes. Oh, and you’re female.

Rule 2: If you are propositioned by a blonde with a 24inch waist and ‘come to bed eyes’, then of course they are the funniest things ever.

Rule 3: Applying a set of stick-on fluffy bunny rabbit ears to the helmet of a friend or police motorcyclist without their knowledge is naturally the height of coolness.

Pillions:

Rule 1: If ever a man rides pillion on another man’s bike, there must be a clear foot of clean air between the passenger’s crown jewels and the riders back. This helps the handling and stability of the bike under braking. Never, ever, under any circumstances should arms be put around the waist.

Rule 1a: Unless you are his boyfriend.

Rule 2: If ever you give a pillion ride to an attractive young lady, she must sit as closely as possible to you, holding on to you tightly with both arms. This helps the handling and stability under braking.

Rule 2a: Unless you are his wife.

Your Bike:

Rule 1: Bikes are like girlfriends… the pleasure you get from it should outweigh the pain. If in doubt, get a new bike.

Rule 2: Your bike is ‘it’ never ‘she’

Fellow Bikers:

Rule 1: A firm handshake or a grinning, knowing nod of the head are the preferred salutations of bikers everywhere. A hearty slap on the back is permissible, as long as the arms are stiff and the genital areas are separated by a gap of at least 1ft of clear air, especially if none-bikers are present. The gap must enlarge in direct proportion to the amount of black leather clothing either of you are wearing.
from Jack
3:54 PM
Monday, July 15, 2002

(relaxin with a weed or two...)
Glorious Sunshine..wooo..and a weekend for once…a REAL weekend this time, TWO days off WoooHooo hehe I turned into a taxi though…I mean what else are parents for huh? Such exciting things you have to look forward to Candy…heh! Big sis has gone to Cornwall for a week with the school so only one monster to ferry around for the moment. Oh, and one ore two fish are looking fat… more on the way soon I suppose…probably in October They are becoming very friendly now and feed out of my hand these days. I wish I could train women in the same way…well, not to eat out of my hand you understand...
Well, have a cool (but hot) week you two.


TWO TOUGH QUESTIONS

Question 1:
If you knew a woman who was pregnant, who had 8 kids already, three who
Were deaf, two who were blind, one mentally retarded, and she had syphilis;
Would you recommend that she have an abortion?

Question 2:
It is time to elect a new world leader, and your vote counts. Here are
The facts about the three leading candidates:

Candidate A:
Associates with crooked politicians, and consults with astrologists.
He's had two mistresses. He also chain smokes and drinks 8 to 10 martinis aday.

Candidate B:
He was kicked out of office twice, sleeps until noon, used opium in college
and drinks a quart of whisky every evening.

Candidate C:
He is a decorated war hero. He's a vegetarian, doesn't smoke, drinks an
occasional beer and hasn't had any extramarital affairs.
Which of these candidates would be your choice?

Tough? Well, yup…

Candidate A is Franklin D. Roosevelt
Candidate B is Winston Churchill
Candidate C is Adolph Hitler

And, by the way, the answer to the abortion question:
If you said yes, you just killed Beethoven.

The moral? Don’t judge someone at face value…

Remember amateurs built the ark.

Professionals built the Titanic.

from Jack
9:43 AM
Friday, July 12, 2002

Wooooo, all French are about to jump into UK to smoke happily a joint or two!
hehe

They talk of it in the news since 2 days non-stop, do you want seeds to start plantations Jack?
(now that would be a lucrative job ;-)

Ohhh, actually... I just passed on here and wanted to send you both a big Friday Huggle :-))))
Mwaaaaaaaaaaaa!
from Candy Froggie
7:58 AM
Wednesday, July 10, 2002

It’s my age ok? But I hafta have a rant here… I switched on the goggle box this morning for the news and found myself masochistically watching ‘Barney’ Have you seen this sickening program? It’s an American import that some retarded and deficient programmer here decided to buy to entertain our pre-school kids. It features as its ‘star’ a huge maroon dinosaur called Barney, who bounces around with an excruciatingly annoying and cloying accent. He, or it, is surrounded by a suitably politically correct mix of adult dwarfs, all of them masquerading as 10-year-old children. All have one thing in common though. A stupid fixed false smile and ‘sweet’ attitude. Every suggestion is met with huge excitement and glee unbounded. With wide-eyed smiles, much eager nodding of heads to each other, is any real child fooled by any of this? Perhaps they are, but only I hope, in ‘have a nice day’ America hmmm?

I followed a white van in this morning and felt a bit sick at the logo writ large upon its grimy side.

‘Suck-Cess’ it declared in large letters to any one who cared. Cess-pit removal experts…yeeewwww

I went to see my eldest perform at school along side some of her friends last night in a selection of songs they had put together for end of term. She played and sang in most of the numbers, even playing the Jamaican ‘kettle drums’ to my surprise. I was chuffed as hell. But I was unable to show it as she was embarrassed to have me around and shooed me away from herself and her friends. I understand, and kept away at the back. I was choked that this meant she ignored me though, even through the interval but, at 17, would it have killed her to show me some tenderness or respect? She will never know this feeling of hurt until maybe she has her own kids, and they also get embarresed by their parents. Its all part of growing up I suppose.
from Jack
9:05 AM
Tuesday, July 09, 2002

So waxing and oiling my body got Penny back to us huh? And I thought you only wanted me for my mind Penny…tss hehe I might add that I have found a size nine cork as well, so my flatulence is now limited to only the occasional huge explosion…how can you now resist me huh?


Last night went to see ‘Minority Report’ and I didn’t notice Tom Cruise standing on boxes too much… But the film, well, excellent, …rilly, you have to go and see it! The future is handled well, with it being much the same as now, but with refinements in technology that seems believable. And what a change to watch a film that does not succumb to endless chases and special effects. Character is nicely developed and the hero is not so clean cut as well. A few shocks to make you jump as well. Many, many fine scenes….watch out for the old lady who tends her genetically modified plants that are now her pets…

My eldest is becoming increasingly obtuse. She has changed her mind on what she wants to study at Uni so often it is now worrying. Any attempt to discus it gets an angry response. She seems to have lost direction and is drifting along…and will not listen to any attempts to search out options. To talk to her at all about anything is getting very hard. So, do you remember having a tough time at that age, and being exasperated and angry with your stupid parents? Why do girls/women sulk so much? Why can’t a woman be more like a man? (sounds like a song from somewhere hmmm hehe)

Candy, I am sending you some cool rain today, so you can share a bit of the gloom. They are talking about this being with us until late August…arggghhh! Jeezz..I could do with a break..my last hol was a year and a half ago when I went to Oz…seems so long ago now. But with money and biz so tight, any break is nowhere on the horizon at all. As part of my master plan to dissolve this biz, I reckon I could do worse than to build my own studio at home and do stuff from there in the future. That would be cool I think. Part of the problem is being so tied up here six days a week it leaves no energy left to do anything else. I can see that, but am unable to change the circumstances just yet, but in a couple of years, if I work towards that goal, maybe it would work. Gota keep hoping huh?

Penny, we expect an update on your own circumstances too, you know! I am starting to have uncontrollable urges to jump on a motorbike again…signs are ominous, reading bike mags and the like…searching the second hand pages… checking the bank balance and rationalising lease payments… the need for a bit of excitement in my dull life is becoming overwhelming… why can’t I be happy just to vegetate in front of the TV, put slippers on, drink my coco and vegetate like nearly every other old git my age? Must be something wrong with me.

I thought Candy your outing with the Octoberets on Saturday looked like fun. And what an amazing coincidence to find people living so near! I didn’t notice you being wheeled about on a sofa, so you must be careful you know! Is things settling down? What news of the CV’s?

Penny, you poor old thing. Wetting the bed and blaming the water bottle…you don’t think we fell for that old excuse of a leak do you? I remember using a water bottle way back when, when central heating and duvets were unheard of. Bloody thing would cook my toes while the rest of me froze. Give me an electric blanket or a hot woman anytime…hehe

Have a good week…cya maybe on Saturday? This time I don’t want to involuntarily drop my doughnuts all over the floor in disappointment…


from Jack
11:38 AM
Monday, July 08, 2002

Happy Monday Hugggggggerooooooonies Possums!!!!! :-))))

I was gonna jump into a mail but it's getting a bit late so I thought I might leave a few well spaced lines here for now instead...at least if I write something here I will be more likely to hit post and publish and ewe will be able to read it straight away, 'cause when I do e-mail I tend to "file" them if I run out of time and never back to them (mega sigh)

Soooo....you have both had a bit of rainy weather huh?? Poor Possums. Rainy days are bad enough but rainy weekends.....tssss...it always seems much worse. I'm not sure if I would swap yer drizzly rain for our cold wintery windy days.....I don't like the cold but man-oh-man....there is nothing more depressing than the kinda rain that hangs around for days and seeps into ya soul.

Anyhooo....I was glad to see you were able to lift yerself outta the doldrums of some "very average" British weather Jack, and set about practicing the Kama Sutra. Ooooo-ahhhhh Missus....and not just the average garden variety Kama Sutra either......nenenenene.....but the "Blue" edition. I gotta say....I'm impressed that you can even find the energy to lift a finger to type after studying sooooo hard over the weekend. Whatta man!!! ;-)

And Candles.....the rain stayed away long enough for everyone to enjoy the day......purrrrfect!!! The pics from the meeting of the "liddle Octoberett fatties" day out are wunnerful!!! Ya know....I don't think I have any pics of when I was preggy. Hmmm...I'll go through my pics and if I find one I'll put it on my blog. I know I have one of when I was pregnant with Emma but I didn't have a belly at all....hardly even a liddle lump showing. Infact my belly was so flat that when I went to the hospital (in labour) the nurses tried to send me away saying that "Visiting hours were over and I should come back tomorrow"!!! It wasn't until I started stamping my feet and "insisting" that I was indeed pregnant about to have my baby...(whether they thought I was pregnant or not)...that they decided to admit me. :-)))

Actually....I have more of a belly now than I had when I went into labour with Emma.....waaaaaa.....that's sad huh? (making a note to fit in some serious exercise before summer arrives)

On the subject of the woman you chatted with Jack....yeah I do think some folk get into the habit of creating the same vicious cycle in their life. I guess they feel safe with what they know or something like that. I read a really good book a while back about how we create a pattern of habits through life....and how each of these habits have liddle triggers (situations that either pull us in or send us running). It was really interesting going through the book and finding "stuff" that I could actually relate to and it's been even more interesting recognising some of my own habits in there and doing something about changing them. I guess I'm just a sucker for Self developement huh?

Anyhoooo Possumy Ones, it's way past this little Sillan's teddy bo' time. You wouldn't believe how many interruptions I have had while trying to "relax" in here with ya's. What is it with me and jumping online and being interrupted....it's past midnight, ewed think that a liddle peace and quiet would prevail huh? Haaa well....nebber mind - it's just been sooooo guuuuud to be here with ya's :-))))

Okay......have a most brilliant week....hopefully (all bits crossed) I will be able to jump into a mail in the next few days.

Smoooooooooochies and stuff....
mwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa *~`~***~*~~*








from Ms Penny
3:29 PM

Its raining, and its that damp wet drizzle type of rain that gets into your very soul. Its seems like it has been like this for weeks and weeks. And it’s a Monday. Again. How soon they come around these Mondays. Shoemaker won the GP on Sunday. Again. Tennis at Bumbledon was won by Layton Buzzard, after beating our own wet, nice but dim, Tim in the semis. Again. Rain and losing at sport, England never changes much. I am pissed off and bored. Can you tell? I hide it well don’t I? I had got excited on Saturday. I had been up all Friday night studying the advanced and very rare ‘Blue’ Kama Sutra special edition. The extra strong penis enlarger was burning the power, dimming the town as it worked its magic on me. My toungue was able to untie shoe-laces and to undo bra catches, as I trained it in my search for sensual ability. I endured full body waxes and was oiled up so well I could float on water. Pumping iron and running miles toned up what is left of my muscles that now ripple with a slight semblance of power and fitness. In this hyper state on Saturday, I bounded into the ‘Blue room’ with a huge amount of chocolate in each hand and six doughnuts somewhere else. Wearing little else but a dicky-bow tie and a smile. But nobody was home. Candy was at the October thingie thing and Penny was…well who knows? The phantom blogger bloggs no more, and emails are ignored. She better return fast or this waxing thing will wear off and I will return to being a bear again…

Why did the blonde climb onto the roof ?
She heard that the drinks were on the house…

What do you call a blonde with two brain cells?
Pregnant.

And the one I like..

Why do blondes look up and smile at lightning?
They think someone is taking their picture….

Oh…one more…

Why did the blonde tiptoe past the medicine cabinet?
So she wouldn’t wake the sleeping pills…

Hmmm…yup feel a little better now heh

Met a woman on chat who had just asked her hubby for a divorce, had just broken off with her boyfriend as well, and believed all men were just after one thing, to get into her pants. I felt absolutely no desire to get into her pants at all and told her so. She got upset. Women huh? Suggested she got out and met a few more men. (apparently she had only ever been with two men in her life, hubby and boyfriend, who was also married and went back to his wife) She then said she dose not sleep around. No, I said, get to know more men, not neccassarilly shag them. Said she knew said boyfriend for several months before and then look what happened. Herr DocKtor Jack was not winning here… Don’t you think some people get into a self-fulfilling vicious cycle? I wish I knew how to get out of mine…

I need another ‘blonde’ joke I think…

Why should blondes not be given coffee breaks?
It takes too long to retrain them afterwards..

Okies…I had better get back and do some work I suppose, can’t sit gabbing all day to you two now can I? That would never do…

Have fun, and no stress my soft ones..

Jack
Xxx

PS I had a dream about you two last night…not very rude rilly…I was sitting in a tree in the jungle…(don’t ask.). and I was gazing at the river below me when Penny appears and walks to the river side. She spots Candy getting an all-over tan on the other side of the river.

“YooHoo” Penny calls to her. “How do I get to the other side?”

Candy looks up river and down the river and then shouts back: “You are on the other side…”


from Jack
9:14 AM
Saturday, July 06, 2002

The sun would better show off this afternoon!
So far it's rain and rain and rain...and it's today I meet the Octobrettes and Octobrets! :-)))

That's also why I won't have any chance to jump online... soooo Jack, if you go to chat, please give a hug to miss Kiki if you see her and if you ever see our Ghostlette...hmm.... don't let her go and tell her we deserve she spends at least 72 hours online (non stop)! hehehe

(now running to try dress and join the gang of fatties!)
Have a relaxing weekend and don't behave hey :P !!!
Mwaaaaaaaaaa**~~* ^* * * *


PS: Oh and Sista, if you can read this.... tell me if you got the email I sent about a week ago....:-)
from Candy Froggie
10:24 AM
Wednesday, July 03, 2002

Happy Wednesday you magical *kreatures* :-)))

How are you both doing?
Does any of you know where the sun is hidding, hm? We have rain since 3 days now, a very yucky weather!
Oh Jack, I got your pic :-))) You all looked like a happy bunch on it! (was it the first, second or third round of pintes hm? ;-)

As usual (now), I'm about to start my "job research's cession" :-)))
I have made Martin's CV and motivation letter the other day (I'm far better doing that for someone else than for myself, strange, hey!)

It's almost (ermmm) pleasant to look for it because Martin's job is so precise that you find easily the right websites and the right offers. And there are quite a lot in his field (internet/new media developer - graphic designer)! Another advantage is that he speaks completly fluently English, French and German of course..
So here's my plan : once I'll have put his CV on all the main french webpages that look interesting, I'll do the same with English ad German ones. The English and German companies which are located in Paris might be interested (S)

Then the "only" thing Martin has to do is checking regularly the new offers on these websites and answer them:)

That looks simple, hey... I hope it will work, I don't mind putting all my energy in it anyway :-))

I realize everyday how much the Internet is practical in that process of job research. A few years ago, you had not much choice except buying the newspapers to check the offers!!! Now you just have to sit behind your puter and in a click your CV is online, in another click, you have tens of offers to which you can answer in the next minute!
It's revolutionary huh :P

Changing topic, the buDerfly has been very active this morning! Now I can even see my belly moving when she does! Sometimes it really makes lil waves, that's very funny :-)))
And well, the sensation inside the belly, when she moves, is very pleasant... like inner tickles, yup! :-))))

Okies, I'd beDer start now, lots of work to do (g)

Have a splendid day!
Mwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa**~~* * ^^* * * *
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8:30 AM




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