September 18, 2001 - 10:01am:

I feel compelled to share my thoughts on what I am going through emotionally these past few days, but I am at a loss for words....So, I am going to share an email that's been circulating around that really affected me and makes be proud to be both American AND Canadian!

America: The Good Neighbor. Widespread but only partial news coverage was given recently to a remarkable editorial broadcast from Toronto by Gordon Sinclair, a Canadian television commentator. What follows is the full text of his trenchant remarks as printed in the Congressional Record:

"This Canadian thinks it is time to speak up for the Americans as the most generous and possibly the least appreciated people on all the earth. Germany, Japan and, to a lesser extent, Britain and Italy were lifted out of the debris of war by the Americans who poured in billions of dollars and forgave other billions in debts. None of these countries is today paying even the interest on its remaining debts to the United States. When France was in danger of collapsing in 1956, it was the Americans who propped it up, and their reward was to be insulted and swindled on the streets of Paris. I was there. I saw it. When earthquakes hit distant cities, it is the United States that hurries in to help. This spring, 59 American communities were flattened by tornadoes. Nobody helped. The Marshall Plan and the Truman Policy pumped billions of dollars into discouraged countries. Now newspapers in those countries are writing about the decadent, warmongering Americans. I'd like to see just one of those countries that is gloating over the erosion of the United States dollar build its own airplane. Does any other country in the world have a plane to equal the Boeing Jumbo Jet, the Lockheed Tri-Star, or the Douglas DC10? If so, why don't they fly them? Why do all the International lines except Russia fly American Planes? Why does no other land on earth even consider putting a man or woman on the moon? You talk about Japanese technocracy, and you get radios. You talk about German technocracy, and you get automobiles. You talk about American technocracy, and you find men on the moon - not once, but several times and safely home again. You talk about scandals, and the Americans put theirs right in the store window for everybody to look at. Even their draft-dodgers are not pursued and hounded. They are here on our streets, and most of them, unless they are breaking Canadian laws, are getting American dollars from ma and pa at home to spend here. When the railways of France, Germany and India were breaking down through age, it was the Americans who rebuilt them. When the Pennsylvania Railroad and the New York Central went broke, nobody loaned them an old caboose. Both are still broke. I can name you 5000 times when the Americans raced to the help of other people in trouble. Can you name me even one time when someone else raced to the Americans in trouble? I don't think there was outside help even during the San Francisco earthquake. Our neighbors have faced it alone, and I'm one Canadian who is damned tired of hearing them get kicked around. They will come out of this thing with their flag high. And when they do, they are entitled to thumb their nose at the lands that are gloating over their present troubles. I hope Canada is not one of those. "Stand proud, America!"

November 11, 2000 - 10:19am:

So, you want to know what I'm looking for in a significant other do you? Well, for starters, I'm not 'looking', per say. I love being single. That may change - and it may not..... BUT if you really want to know what makes Pichou's heart go pitter-patter, I guess the best answer I can give you is that I'm an Absolute Virgo! And with that, I shall give you the best definition I have found, so that there is no confusion *wink*

Present a close-to-flawless exterior and interior. The perfectionist side of your Virgo will be drawn to the perfection they see in you. Be patient and accepting of the Virgoan attention to detail. Benefit by your patience -- they will take a diligent and detailed approach to making your life better. Show your Virgo how impressed you are by their constant efforts to improve their surroundings. They will work even harder to provide you with a picture-perfect home. Be a friend and an intellectual companion, as well as a lover. Virgos are usually possessed of sharp wit and powerful analytic abilities. A Virgo needs a partner who can appreciate and cultivate these qualities. Try to remain at ease if your Virgo criticizes or overanalyzes you. A Virgo will eventually realize that even Virgos are not perfect.

Don't allow yourself to get lax or sloppy at home. Your Virgo's sense of order, which is especially pronounced close to be home, will be affronted by your laziness. Never pick at your Virgo, even if they pick at you. Your Virgo may take your criticism to heart, and feel bad that they're not up to your standards. Avoid expecting too much -- if you want complete and total attention at all times, you may be disappointed. Virgo is the 'Sign of Service,' and will often take time to lend a hand to a friend or coworker. Try not to feed your Virgo something they don't like. They are exacting and specific about the kinds of food that enters their body. Don't ever underestimate the bedroom habits of a Virgo. Virgo perfectionism carries over into the bedroom, and you'd better appreciate it!

So, what do you think of me now? Are we a match made in heaven???? *lol*.....ps.....for some odd reason, I tend to be attracted to Tauraus'..... *shaking my head* nothing but trouble..... but..... it sure is fun getting the 'BULL' by the horns *teehee*

October 10, 2000 - 1:21pm:

When I was home a few weeks ago (and that's Canada for those of you who only look at my pictures *S*) I was there during my Birthday. I decided to buy a present to me from me... so, I bought a leather Jacket. Two days after I returned from my trip, I was walking home from work, and as I was avoiding a puddle, a nail ripped my jacket. (There is a lot of construction going on, building the new Nationwide Arena for our new NHL expansion team, the Columbus Blue Jackets!) Anyway, I was sooooo mad... that I had only had this jacket for barely a week - and it was already ruined. I went to three leather shops, and no one would help me because I didn't buy it in their store. I couldn't return it to the store I bought it from because it was 1500 miles away. Frustrated, I decided to write the President/CEO of my company - to explain to him my dismay - and also to warn him of the potential dangers that lurk in that area. And this is what the letter said......:Mr. Jurgensen, Yesterday, I was walking through the covered walkway by the Pen Lot, and as I was trying to avoid a puddle my $600 leather jacket, which was JUST purchased last week, was severely torn by a nail that was sticking out. To be honest, I'm a very patient person. The mess, parking problems and even the traffic that has been caused by all this construction really has never bothered me, but Sir, this really did, more then you will ever know. I understand that there is nothing you can do about my jacket. I guess I just really needed to vent my frustration, and you are the only person I can think of. I also wanted to make you aware of the harm that that nail, and any other nails could cause to anyone walking through there. If I have crossed any boundaries by emailing you directly, I truly apologize in advance. Thanks for Listening ~L~ - Well needless to say, I did NOT expect a reply! The next day, the Vice President of Human Resources, along with both the Presidents of Facility Management and Realty Development contacted me. Long story short - my jacket has been replaced, and the area that contained that nail, has been torn down....It's funny what you can get done when you go straight to the top... eh?*S*

August 2, 2000 - 8:50am:

"Sometimes I feel there is a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times, seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you'd probably hear the ocean. In the moon tonight there's a circle around it, sign of trouble not far behind. I have this dream of being hole and not going to sleep each night wanting but, still sometimes, when the wind is warm and the crickets sing, I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for. I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen. I don't know, maybe I've had my happiness, I don't want to believe it but, there is no man....only that moon." - Sally Owens

November 14, 1999 - 10:07am:

Time..... They say time heals all wounds.... but, who the hell ARE "they"? And what if the wounds are so deeply rooted into my soul, that they feed off the pain... what is the proverb for that? There is no escape, time is just a reminder of what we can't have.... My dreams even torture me, with promises of what could be.....no escape....the search for eternal happiness is so draining... it's draining away, who I am, who I once was....1...2...3... three beautiful souls that could have been, that are still my whole world... but in my eyes only.... my ignorant eyes, in which they see what is not there....it's all make believe, still... so intangible....the longing is the only constant, the only feeling that's real.... this pain, stabbed into my soul only to remind me of what I am not....for him

August 24, 1999 - 10:16am:

I find myself sitting here thinking about him, the beauty of his face, and I wonder why? Why does he affect me so much? Why can't I get the stench of his voice out of my mind....the little things that meant so much, gone - the look - GOD the look which I can still feel, so poetic and innocent, so beautiful…..and yet I think... how can I be sad for something I really never had?.....and now - I find myself "here", admiring from afar - knowing that it was my choice, but also feeling the pain of separation, wondering why love can't be as simple as a fairy tale, and they live happily ever after…screen fades to black, the sound of soft, passionate music in the background…..everyone goes home - with a smile on their faces, and a sense that all is right with the world…. I realize that I'm in search of my very own simple…… but I can't find what I can't see….. It's so intangible, that even the pain doesn't seem real….. this wall… this fucking wall that I can't seem to climb…….

February 3, 1999 - 3:15pm:

Ok, you know when you go to an interview, and they ask you that retched question that puts this sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach? You know which one Im talking about don't you? *smile* "Tell me Lisa, where do you see yourself in 5 years?" eccckkkk.....! Well I sat there, thought about it for a second and I said To be honest, this time last year I could never have even dreamed of living the life I lead now, so heck, I think I'll skip the planning and leave it to faith and great charm!"..... Ok that never really happened *giggle*, but that is how I feel. I love where I am in mind, spirit, and place. I made the right decision to move...and wanted to share ehheh.....

May 15, 1998 - 1:49pm:

You know what Andy Warhol said?... EVERYONE will get at least 15 minutes of fame in his or her life. Well I am proud to say that I got mine, back in 1992, for..... ummmm... saving a skunk *lol*. One fine morning, my boyfriend at the time came into my room and told me that I had to look outside to see something really funny... I took a quick glance, and to my surprise.... there was a poor little skunk, with his head severely stuck in a mayonnaise jar. He was walking around, occasionally hitting it against the pavement to try and break it... what REALLY upset me, was the fact that there were like 10 people standing there laughing at him, and wouldn't help. So I got dressed to take a closer look. By this time, Im sure you have guessed where this is going??? *smile* I cant help it.. I LOVE animals... Well I decided that I was gonna save the poor little fella... AND this still ercks me when I think of it... I get downstairs, and this dude says "Hey don't go over there, there's a skunk"... I looked at him and I said, "I know, I AM GOING TO HELP HIM DORK" ... I know - the language on me is appalling *lol*...Well I went over, and assessed the situation. Several people from my building were watching in awe....So finally, I decided to just go for it... I took the jar with both hands and let the poor little fella do the work... he twisted and turned and then did the cutest thing... like a cartoon... he took his front paws and pulled it off his head *smile*.... he was very confused and put his tail up to spray... I just stood my ground and waited.....but he just walked away *smile*. Everyone clapped and I was in the paper the next day hehehhehe... I know.. I know... I'm so cute! BEAT THAT! *giggle*