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I don't do hugs either!!

I can offer, commisseration, consolation, empathy, sympathy, compassion, understanding and any other words of the same meaning you would like to find in your thesaurus.

I offer conversation if you ever need to let off steam. Any time providing I'm not asleep.

I will allow you to whinge to your heart's content without being judgemental and without biting. Unless you become too flaming whingy then that might be a different matter.

I am amazed at your fortitude and forebearance and your courage in the face of such adversity.

And if you are now rolling around on the floor piddling yourself laughing at this literary piece of flowery platitudes, excellent, I've succeeded.

"I see" you've been through a fair trial. I hate people poking around my eyes.

Wouldn't worry about the smoking though - my OH and I saw an old geezer parked next to us, puffing away and I said to my hubby "I should have taken up smoking, maybe I'd be healthier" - at 41 years of age, I'm battling an apparently rare and aggressive breast cancer that has spread to my liver and spine and a month ago we discovered a whole heap in my stomach - which is also rare - breast cancer spreading to the stomach. The Oncologists are scratching their heads and meanwhile - I'm tired of being *special.* !!

Hope things improve for you though.

I have Reynards Disease too Janie, fingers turning numb and white. As you say, there are many more less fortunate than us.

xxx Shimms xxx

Re hugs Janey, it sounds like you fell into the clutches of those 'pat-ie arm-ie ' types , as my mum used to call them...those who get into your personal space uninvited and definitely unwanted and just have to touch ;) But there are other 'huggers' , those from whom a hug is elemental , a giving of their strength and warmth and they are just the best :))

xx

Janey..im sending you a (((((hug)))) & i don't care if you don't do them but...


This is for my friend Debs (((((((((((((((((((((((((((hug))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

Just sending you a little wave ~ Janey I had a bit of eye trouble last year never before in my life have I any bother with my eyes, I left it about 2 weeks and was sent by my boss as she was stick of seeing me with one hand over my eye trying to focus on my screen ( yes I ignored it as you do :) ) I went straight to the optision who refered me straight to the eye hospital was sorted but a bit scary.....

Janey said..

Truth, I truly do hate hugs.

And indeed I am not sending any now EVER cos...

She practising for her public speaking engagement in the new year!
"How to win friends and influence people through genealogy". ;)


If thats the sort of thing you are going to help me write then I wish I hadnt asked or told you,you old witch.

Off my christmas card list you are,but I shall prob send a New year card just to keep in to get the help required to make me look as though I know what Im talking about.


CWTCH also has another meaning in the welsh language.
It is used to tell a dog to get to its Kennel/bed.

Cer i cwtch cwn !! (get to your kennel dog)

My welsh spelling probably leaves more to be desired than my English ,but there you are.
viv;:)

I do hugs......


but only when the recipient is happy about it........


so won't send any......


that you can see or feel!



I'm quite good at the invisible non tactile method!





Cx.

Yep Cynth,,lots of


space

between her and you is a good idea :)

Yep. I know my place Viv!!


Cx

like my PM JC, sending you another HUG............(((((((((((()))))))))))))))

Well, you said we could have a whine.......so I'm going to! LOL

Now, I know this is nothing on a par with your problems, but I've been suffering with Vertigo for months now and it's driving me nuts!!

Mary

And adds some (((((((hugs)))))) for Janey on my way out hahahaha

There ya go, Alison. I complained because I had one eye ... !

My dad used to say that all the time. The youngsters here may not be famliar. I complained because I had no shoes ... and then I met a man who had no feet. Charming.

It does get tiresome being the special one, doesn't it? Especially if everybody who looks at you has a different theory. My GP was considering doing something to me the other day and decided against doing it just then, I actually forget what now, but there was a chance of "X" happening, and I said well if it did, it would be to me, and she said Exactly what I was thinking!

AuntyS, you Aussies are always asleep. So I'm in no danger from you. ;) Go figure out gmail!

Waves back to the wavers ... and the huggers.

Our Viv, you know , is going to be giving a chat locally about doing genealogy. I think she'll be spendid, because she's reaaally good at it (no, not just because she learned at my feet!), and she's a gas. Leave 'em laughing, Viv, that's the ticket. Seriously. As it were. You start with an anecdote, and we have no shortage of them from around TTF, for sure. Warn them: you *will* find an unmarried mother (not to say father) in your tree! I'd pick the stodgiest looking one and point at her and tell her that. Well, unless they all looked stodgy.

One of my favourite electionl debates was in front of a couple of hundred people from the regional "arts" community. I was a candidate in a rather obscure riding and been drafted the day before to replace a local MP who was supposed to be my party's rep. Arts funding was not my strong point. One of the other parties had sent a fellow I went to law school with but didn't know well, a bit of a dry stick, also standing in for someone else. (He did get elected, and became a cabinet minister). The party in power had sent somebody from the other end of the country who was on their national executive and happened to be in town, because apparently none of their local candidates was available. Hmm.

So I studied our party's policy til late in the night. Got to the hall, and because it was the arts people, they had cameras and sound and all whatnot. I drew the straw to go first. I said: Well, here we are. You were expecting so-and-so and so-and-so, and you got ... the B Team. I then told them how I had two brothers with fine arts degrees, and as a result I was pretty sure I'd devoted more of my GDP in the last decade to supporting the arts than our government had (they were mostly starving artists too).

From there, they were putty in my hands. When Party 3's rep didn't know what his party's policy on something was, I said Here you are, I've got it right here! When it came Part 2's turn, he turned to me and said: Do you have mine too? I ended up making both of them look better than they were, dang. ;)

So you see? I've just started my talk on "how to be a public speaker" with an anecdote. ;)

Anybody else got any tips for Viv?

The big thing is: they're there because they want to know about what you know about. You're passionate about it, and you want to share it with them. The perfect recipe.

Making fun of yourself is always a good ploy if you do anything stupid, just like if you fall on our bum in the street. Laugh. I was late to a breakfast meeting of professional women once during that election. I apologized when I arrived, explaining I was not a breakfast person to start with (an 8am meeting?!) and I had only realized when I got to the hotel parking lot that I had my shirt on inside out and had had to stop to fix myself. True.

Here's your chance, Viv. Practice being *nice*. ;)

Mary, you snuck in there! My mum had vertigo terribly. The good news - it has gone away. The bad news ... she had it for quite a while before it went away. I've been afraid of it -- I have kinda defective ear thingies, inside and out (more genes - my niece has it too), and for some reason have off-and-on tinnitis now. Too many Rolling Stones concerts, I dunno.

I think vertigo is quite on a par with my wee problem. A most justified whine. Maybe if you kinda whine constantly, you could be like a bat, and use sonar for telling which way is up!

That's horrible, mocking other people's woes. I sound like Viv. ;)

Oh heavens you lot go easy. The poor woman won't know whether to laugh or cry. Non hugging people become quite agitated when confronted by group hugs.

My side of the conversation........



Your side of the conversation.....
Space is good!!


By the way Contrary Mary I take it you are not suffering in silence and have been to the doc and had your ears checked. That is wherein the problem of your vertigo begins. It can be a symptom of other problems, but you sound intelligent, not that I can tell from here you understand, so I reckon you must have been checked out.

Just read Janey's post about lectures on family history. I went to a lecture given by a very well known Australian Family History Researcher.

He was to give a workshop on the LDS family search site. We were to listen to his words of wisdom and then practice our searching on the internet.

The workshop was held in the council library.

The internet went down and we could not have access to the program or anything on computers for the whole three hours of the workshop.

So if you are planning on backing up your talk with technology. Make sure the blasted stuff works before you begin.

Our lecturer was quite brilliant and managed to fill in the additional time we had available with anecdotes and handy hints, all of which were relevant to the mystery of family history research. We were able to ask lots of stupid questions and so gained additional information.

Well SOMEBODY on here has to be inteligent to make up for all the nontelligents Aunty...

Publc speaking.
My prob is I get all het up het up het up.
Taking my lifetime bestest buddy drama queen ,who has been that on and off stage all her life,so when I start to look decidedly dodgy she can do one of her "Delly acts"as they are known.
Not the first clue about genealogy she hasnt,but shes reet good at scammin it.
And she knows all my fav "find and found em"stories.



But Janey will still be doing the outline work on the "talk"I am very much hoping as I dont know where to begin.
Only an HOURS worth to be sure.

And the only whine I have is that I dont have enough Wine in...
I am the lucky one at the mo as I had my "heaps"seen to in the summer,def makes sitting down much easier nowadays !!


Edit...
Technology Aunty??Its in a village hall in the back of beyond where they dont know the meaning of the word !
Mine will all be on good old fashioned paper,just printed off in advance,I hope.

well, so sorry to hear the whine



................ albeit a well deserved whine.

I'm never quite sure how you've managed to put up with all this, and remain cheerful.


but of course, I am the one who could be very close to being able to give Janey a hug in real life

................. I only have to jump off the train at some unknown station next April, and then go searching the town to find her!

Yep, we're off to Nova Scotia and back once again.




should I be taking any bets on whether she will accept, or whether i will survive, the offer of a hug of support??




((((((((((((hugs)))))))))))))










and quickly runs away.

Janey, question without notice. Do you have any bits left that work properly???!!!

Was going to start the list for you but I hesitate.........!!

Sylvia, I'll arrange to be on the platform this time. But since you will be carrying that block of cedar (the better to wallop No.1 upside the head with), and I'm younger and spryer ... albeit lacking in depth perception ... you might want to make sure it's out of reach. ;)

And are you going to tell the world why you're travelling cross-country this time??

Driving a junker, AuntyS. You go out one day and look at your lovely car that you bought used 3 years before, the previous owner having been clever enough to get rid of it before the rust was actually visible, and you look at the dented rear hatch and the bent front bumper and the cracked windshield, and you say oh my, I'm driving a junker. Now I don't have to worry about it any more!

And then one day you wake up and look in the mirror ...

It's amazing how much the little things that mattered when you were a youthful thing really don't any more. I had a couple of unimportant lumps removed from my leg a couple of years ago ("cosmetic" so health ins didn't cover it) -- not because I cared what they looked like, but because they itched and bugged the be-youknowwhat out of me. The dermatologist warned me that, well, I would have scars, you know. Yes, there went my career as an ankle model. Um, scars ... as compared to lumps? Wanna see my other scars, like the two on my shin where they drove a pin through it to hold my leg in place for 3 months so my broke-in-half femur would heal? The klutziness, that's my mum's genes. Broken this, broken that, both of us.

I've considered bunion surgery, but having watched my bff have it, I've decided I'll live with those lumps. Just like when I was a sprout I considered surgery to correct the deviated septum, and then listened to a friend who'd had it. Nah. I'll breathe through my mouth.

Aren't I just painting a charming picture?? I should tell you of my beauteous brown eyes and gorgeous thick golden brown hair. The eyes that may need a lift before long (not at the point yet where health ins covers that, so we'll call them bedroom eyes), and the golden brown that has now started getting assistance from a bottle ...