GOSSIP GALORE!!! I'm so happy!! Did anyone else notice our group goes in wierd shifts of stuff?? Like...nothing...WIERD SHIFT OF ANTI-PWADD with the Arjay/Dana, Eriana, Christina/Mike, Ria/Luke, Ang/Smelly, type deal. then nothing nothing nothing...random me and Brian....then now!! The CRAZINESS!! I'm so happy!! Jeff and Liz are going out now!! He's going to make her dinner on Friday because she's babysitting on Saturday!!! How sweet! Brian's never made me dinner (I don't really care) but one time we made a lasagna which had a smiley face on it! But I didn't get to eat it because I was in France :( that doesn't really deserve a sad face. TB did her French project on stuff today and her poster said "terrior" and it reminded me of what is now the good times French story of the day! It comes right after visiting the musee de moulins ("no, not like that.") and we went to "le musee terrior" and I was like "a terror museam??" And Grand-pere (who, like someone else we know, randomly thought I was stupid...but he had an excuse. I was jetlagged and couldn't remember the word for "garbage can" and Elric wasn't helping because he's a slut!) said "I don't know how to explain it" so we got there and I was like "terrior??? TERROR??" And it looked like this cute little farm so we went in and Papa introduced me and was like "C'est Kelly Coopere (pronounced like that) elle est Americane!!" And the guy was shocked! He had never seen one before! And I was staring at all the things on the walls that were scary looking and I was like "ummm ok.... Salut!" And it turns out no one there spoke English so eventully Grandpere conveyed to me that it wasn't a terror museam but in fact a traditional farm museam type thing. And the guy was all excited and tried to convey to me to sign his guestbook in English and he was all shocked and he made me translate and I was like "ummm...c'est musse est bon?" It was good. Good times!! I think then we went to the musee de moulins. I wonder why Grandpere thinks I'm dumb!! hahahaa so that was off track.
What else am I excited about? Rob and Sarah!!! Wow!! I'm so happy for both of them!! I hope everything works out!!! I hate Brian for waiting like an hour to tell me!! He's such a bad gossiper!!!
Steve and Ang have a date for Valentine's Day!! I'm so excited!!! I think that's awesome!! I <3 them both!
And... oh! My Liz!! (Not to be confused with Dizzy or Liz) she has a boyfriend (shut up because you do!) YAY!!! She deserves so much happiness!! And I'm going to meet him on Saturday and we're spending the whole weekend together! Yaaay! And I'm going to be with my Janet!! And everybody!!!! Yaaay! And Dominic!! And...Jordan!! And Alex and Abby and Laura and Amanda!!! I love you all!!
Ummm... is there any more gossip?? Why am I so very giddy??? I'm excited because its my first Valentine's Day with a real Valentine!! I want everyone to be really happy and have a wonderful day!! :)

And now to ruin my day.... the gov outline :( Stuhlmiller. He's such a Stuhlmiller!!!!! Awwww! He's the best! Later!!
And here's something about the next John of Massachucetts (I guess I've given up-- I still love Edwards and Kucinich best but what's wrong with a John from Mass. who's Catholic and hates Bush?? Anyone? Anyone? That's what I thought)
A New England Primer

I keep hearing people on TV say that John Kerry is "aloof".

Why? Because he doesn't walk around in a flightsuit and a cowboy hat?

Up here we call that "not acting like a jackass".

Why does the Northeast always have to apologize for who we are? We're Americans, too. New Englanders were the ones who stood up to King George. New Englanders risked their necks (literally) by tossing the tea into Boston Harbor. New Englanders lowered their muskets and fired at British soldiers when the whole world trembled at the sight of them.

Sorry if we talk too fast; it gets really cold here, ok? We do every- thing quickly so we can go home. There's a pot of chowder on the stove, and the game is on.

Sorry if we don't mention Jesus every second sentence. Up here you just don't talk about religion in public. It's bad manners. And frankly it drives us crazy that some of the country's politicians never shut up about it.

In New England you can live next door to very religious people for years and not know it about them, unless you eventually notice they're never home on Sunday mornings.

And that's high praise.

A friend once related a conversation she'd had--and this is a true story--with a woman in Texas while there on a business trip. The woman had fake breasts, fake lips, a nose job, and dyed blonde hair. Apparently she was quite attractive. And she talked openly and endlessly about Jesus, morality, and the fact that she'd just got married for the 5th time.

Do you know what "got married for the 5th time" sounds like to a New Englander? Good grief, they only legalized divorce in Ireland a few years ago, and they're five hours ahead of us. Around here you have to retire, move to Florida, and wait for your spouse to pass away on the golf course before you marry again.

And you'd never in a million years discuss Jesus or morality with the internal auditor who'd come from the corporate office to check your books.

On "60 Minutes" last week Ed Bradley tried to get John Kerry to describe how he got his Silver Star. Of course, Kerry did not. He never would, and those of us watching here could have told Bradley that and saved him the trouble of asking. My own father told us he'd never been near combat in the South Pacific. Only years later did we learn from an uncle that it wasn't true.

John Kerry is a New Englander. We're taught never to talk about religion, money, or politics in public. He obviously can't avoid talking about politics, but I wouldn't expect to hear too much about religion, money, or how he got his medals. That's just the way it is here.

But ask yourself this and be honest: if you were in combat, and in trouble, who would you want to be there to bail you out: Lt. George W. Bush or Lt. John Kerry?