Coucoumellisms

So apparently, (don't ask me for references, this was a comment made to me by someone), the pope has banned vuvuzelas. Huh? Yeah, all the journalists were saying, at least he's letting us keep our chairs.  (This said in a smug tone, with a smirk) So I am supposed to be ashamed to be Catholic now, because the pope has banned vuvuzelas? 1.  I doubt the pope banned them himself, I suspect that the people who work with him to organize public audiences probably banned them. 2.  Technically, I'm sure vuvuzelas haven't been banned per se, not in general as the first comment seemed to suggest.  Catholics may still blow vuvuzelas at soccer games without having to visit a confessional afterwards.  They've probably just been disallowed from public audiences with the pope, because... 3.  ... as hard as this may be for some people out there to understand, some of the catholics (I'd even hazard a guess that most of the catholics) going to see the pope in a...

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Ou l’Expérience de Juana la Cubana (1) Écrit: le13 novembre 1993 (C'est un travail qui devait être fait dans le style d'un récit biblique et remis à l'accompagnateur/prêtre du groupe qui avait été au Paraguay.  Cela faisait parti de notre intégration au retour du Paraguay.) Édité: le 24 août 2010 La suite de l’Évangile… Jésus guérit une mère célibataire. La parole de Dieu fut adressée à Jeanne, fille de Jean-Nil, dans sa vingtième année sous la forme d’une parabole. C’était dans la neuvième année du règne de Brian Mulroney et elle se trouvait dans le ville de Québec, étudiant la théologie. L’Esprit lui dit : Voilà qu’un malheureux bédouin qui se plaignait de sa misère exceptionnelle, s’est mis en route à travers le monde pour voir, ce qui lui paraissait impossible, s’il existait au monde un plus pauvre que lui. Finalement en plein désert, il rencontre un vieillard tellement abandonné qu’il est ému de pitié devant ce dénuement incomparable. Il lui dit : « Tu es...

However, we got money for Christmas, and my husband was thinking about a Wii.  I didn't want a Wii either, not even for the sports stuff, because what is the point of playing sports on a Wii when you can just go out and play real sports?  But the kids all wanted a PS3 instead.  And since a PS3 is also a blu-ray dvd player, I eventually gave in, thinking we could just control how often they used the games. I used to let them take turns with the controls then hide the controls, but that wasn't a good idea, because with no controls, you can't watch movies either.  So I got smart recently, and took away the games instead. We had two controls so they could play either with or against each other, but still, the problem is you limit them on how much time they spend playing, but they all have to take turns, so they still end up sitting in front of the thing for 6 - 8 hours, watching the others' turns.  We have recently solved that problem.  The boys wanted to...

(Désolée d'avance pour les fautes, c'est plus dur traduire au français que d'écrire un texte original en français, alors il y en aura surement plusieurs fautes et tournures de phrases bizarres...) J'avais 18 ans lorsque je suis arrivée à Québec, toute seule.  À part un court séjour de 4 mois à Timmins, Ontario, je n'avais jamais vécu nul part (du moins pas depuis mes plus lointains souvenirs) en dehors de Moose Factory, Ontario. Si je m'en étais aller vivre en Inde ou en Chine, je me serais peut-être attendue à des coutumes différentes, mais je ne m'en allais pas plus loin que  le Québec.  À part le défi linguistique que cela imposait, ça ne pouvait pas être si différent que ça, non? Eh bien, oui, ça le pouvait. L'ex-chum gabonais de ma soeur est allé visiter Moose Factory avec elle il y a quelques années de cela.  Il a été surpris de découvrir que même au Canada, le tiers-monde existe. Quand j'ai voyagé au Paraguay, beaucoup de coutumes...

A couple of months ago, a friend of mine shared this video on facebook: I watched it, and I said to myself, "Self, here is a guy who can just write up a song like that on the fly, sing it with a big smile on his face, and it sounds good with nothing accompanying him but the guitar."  And myself replied, "We have to check this guy out." So we did.  We checked out some songs on youtube, we joined the fan page on facebook, and from there, we found out about his website: http://www.andrewallenlive.com/fr_home.cfm From the updates on the facebook fanpage, we discovered a few more songs including " Loving you tonight " which has to be my new favourite song, and " Not loving you ".  I'm the kind of girl who listens to the lyrics in a song and gets a kick out of them.  Bad lyrics ruin otherwise good music for me.  Lyrics I can't stand will just make me hate a song in spite of catchy music behind it.  I like songs that ta...

1.  Cheap cotton stretch shirts/dresses that look nice the first time you wear them, but totally loose their shape after one wash or two. 2.  Driving down the road, then slowing down gradually, putting the blinker on to turn, then having some idiot swerve around you honking like mad at you for slowing down to turn, as if you'd just suddenly slammed on the breaks with no indication whatsoever that you were going to turn.  Keep your eyes OPEN people!!!  Red break lights means the person in front of you is SLOWING DOWN.  A blinker blinking means they are TURNING.  Get it?  Got it?  GOOD!!! 3.  Trying to find shoes/sandals/footwear for feet that are probably a size 9 or so, but have toes so long they bring it to a size 11.  The arch is never in the right place, the toes are often squashed, and size 11 thongs have your toes overlapping the front, with about an inch of space in the back, because the thong isn't back far enough. Ther...