tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89056936247914064452012-02-16T13:34:10.578-05:00Nowhere else but here will I publish my crazy thoughts. U with me?marennoreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905693624791406445.post-73750586935758422052007-04-15T19:36:00.000-05:002007-04-15T23:32:40.185-05:00

We're gone!Off to Montreal to catch the plane to Germany in two days, all our stuff (two guitars, two suitcases, a plastic bag with kitchen left overs and apples and chocolate, a small bag pack and my purse of similar dimensions and - of course not weighing anything less than the former), in the trunk, rolling towards Kemptville, when the battery light (in emergency red - I just became a word

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Hey everybody, and WELCOME to the dark shore of the Rideau!I am working on a legal text and had to look up a word when my eyes fell on the entry "joyride" and the translation crowded up the entire next line when I realized that there is no German word for JOYRIDE.What?Walls coming down. I am not breathing. The sweating kicks in, my heartbeat is killing. We don't do this?We have no name for

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