Coucoumellisms

This from a pro-life group I am on... It may be of interest to appreciate that most European countries absolutely protect foetal life for the final six months. The term limits are shown below. Austria 12 weeks Belgium 12 weeks Bulgaria 12 weeks Czech Republic 12 weeks Denmark 12 weeks Estonia 12 weeks France 12 weeks Germany 12 weeks Greece 12 weeks Hungary 12 weeks Italy 12 weeks Latvia 12 weeks Lithuania 12 weeks Luxembourg 12 weeks Malta illegal Netherlands 13 weeks Poland 12 weeks Romania 14 weeks Slovakia 12 weeks Slovenia 10 weeks Of the remaining few countries, term limits extend from 16 up to 24 weeks. Many of these countries operate strict conditions even within the term limits. All of which shows that Canada is in an extreme posit

Received this by e-mail and thought I would share it here: What if dad left baby in toilet? By LICIA CORBELLA Calgary Sun May 30, 2007 Ask yourself this question. What would happen, do you think, to a man who admitted to leaving a newborn infant head down in a toilet? Is there really any doubt? Such a monster -- and that's what he'd be called -- would be charged immediately with attempted murder. If he were an adult, his name would be released and he would more than likely be paraded in front of the media so we could all get a really good look at "the kind of person who could do such a thing." Contrast that reality with what has happened to the woman who gave birth to a baby boy in a Wal-Mart washroom in Prince Albert, Sask., on May 21 and it's clear that when it comes to equality before the law, women tend to get off easy in comparison to men. The baby boy was found, not breathing head down in a bloody toilet bowl by the store manager, who mana

Starting next week, on Mondays, Jean-Alexandre and Dominic both practice from 5:00 to 6:30, but not in the same place. It's not so bad, they're only about a 5 min drive apart. But Gabriel plays from 6:30 to 7:30. On the other side of the river. 10 mins away. I have like 0 minutes in which to get everyone into the car, get the other kid from the practice, and drive everyone to the next game. Oh for the technology of Star Trek. "Beam me over Scotty!" Wait, I'm not done yet. Because half the time on Monday evenings, I play at 7:30. Which means that I have exactly 0 minutes in which to pile everyone back into the car and get to my own game every other week. Then there are Thursdays. Maryssa plays in Iberville at 6:30 every Thursday. Dominic and Jean-Alexandre (once he finally gets his passport, if he ever gets it) play almost every Thursday at 7:00 in any number of cities in this area. Which often means an hour's drive to get there. And they have to b

Today we had something we haven't had in a very long, long time; a real Saturday.We didn't have to get up early to go anywhere, and except for a haircut at 9:30 this morning, we had absolutely nothing on our schedule. Nothing. Absolutamente nada. No soccer, no family events, nothing to do but hang around home and get stuff done that needed to be done. Marc spent much of his time outside in the garden with the kids, while I spent much of my time downstairs, painting in the boys' room. I don't have much left to do. Marc even went fishing this evening. Now there is something he really enjoys, but hasn't had time to do in a long time. It is really nice to have a Saturday all to ourselves for once. It feels like suddenly we're on holiday. Yeah, that's how busy we've been with soccer, when just one Saturday off feels like a big holiday.

On Saturday, Jean-Alexandre wanted to go to the mall, to go shopping with his friends. I wanted to know why he wanted to go shopping. "Oh, nothing you're supposed to know about." He replied. ("Are you suspicious yet?" He asked a few minutes later.) So, on Saturday we left him at the mall, while the rest of us went to Dominic's soccer game. When we went to pick him up he had a little silver gift bag with him. Sunday at noon, as we were getting ready to leave to go to my sister-in-law's baby shower, Jean-Alexandre presented me with the gift. Inside was a little silver box. Auntie Rose Anne: "Oooh, small box is good!" Me: "Ooooh, small box is very good!" But I was not quite prepared for what was actually inside: Jean-Alexandre remembered me mentioning once that I prefered opals to diamonds (opals are blue) he didn't remember which stone it was, just that it was blue. So he got me this. It is blue topaz on a silver ring. I

- In the Asia Football Cup of Nations 1972 (Held from May 7 to May 19) Kuweit beat out South Korea 2-1. - The Battle of Kontum in Vietnam was raging. - Sherry Jean Pickle went missing from Long Beach, California. She was 16 years old. - Toronto's present Archbishop, Thomas Collins, was ordained a deacon. - In the European Football Championship, Romania tied Hungary 2-2. - In Oromocto, NB Canada, Jeanne Chabot, first of five children, was born to Jean-Nil Chabot and Anne (Peters) Chabot.

This weekend is mother's day. What better day to have a baby shower on right? And my sister-in-law's sister has invited us (the female contingent of the family) including Rose Anne, Dorothy and my mother, to a baby shower on the weekend. Dorothy won't be there, but the rest of us will. I'm just excited about finally becoming an auntie. And now I have a good reason for looking at all those delicious pink creations for babies in the stores.

... because otherwise, children wouldn't survive very long. I was downstairs, colouring a client's hair, and I hadn't heard Gabriel and Nicolas for a couple of minutes. So I dashed upstairs a minute to make sure Gabriel hadn't wandered outside and let the baby outside too. (That's my worst nightmare, the baby drowning in our pond or getting hit by the cars that go at speeds of 80 to 100 km/hr past our house.) Turns out they were just jumping on the bed in my room. Which they are not supposed to be doing. So I told them to get out. Halfheartedly. Because I figured, oh well, if that's all they are doing, at least they aren't getting into trouble. So I didn't insist. I could hear them running in the hall upstairs and then they were back in my room. "Well," says I to my cleint, "at least we know where they are." Ahh, but we didn't know what they were DOing! Five minutes later I heard Gabriel go out the front door. I went back

... at 6:30, when Jean-Alexandre still hadn't shown up, I called Marc, who, by then, was out of the movie, and told him that Jean-Alexandre hadn't come home yet. He hadn't come home yet because he arrived just as Marc was leaving, hopped in the car and noone thought to tell ME. Because I'm psychic and I should just KNOW these things!

I sit at home alone, this fine Sunday afternoon, spending some time on the internet, chatting with my sister, checking out facebook, and sipping amarula, while my husband has left with Dominic, Maryssa and Gabriel to go see Spiderman III, for Jean-Alexandre's birthday. Yes you read that right, and no, Jean-Alexandre is not with them. Jean-Alexandre invited some friends to go. But they are always too busy. So, one other friend we haven't seen in awhile suddenly shows up at our house, and we decide to invite him. Jean-Alexandre takes off with him to ask his parents if he can come, and we don't hear back from him. The friend is visiting his grandmother's house, but noone in our family knows where this grandmother lives. So after an hour has gone by, and it is time to go, Marc leaves without them. It has now been almost three hours, and Jean-Alexandre still has not come back. At this rate, Marc will have had the time to drive (20 mins - 1/2 hour out to Brossard, watch