Comments on: pillow talk

By: P in France

P in France — Mon, 06 Feb 2006 18:05:23 +0000

A rent boy is a young male prostitute, in my neck of the woods !

By: Postmodern Sass

Postmodern Sass — Mon, 06 Feb 2006 17:15:43 +0000

I’d never heard them called soldiers before, but I figured from the photo what Petite meant. What I’d like to know is, what’s a rent boy? (Am I living too sheltered a life in Toronto?)

By: Adventurer-to-be

Adventurer-to-be — Mon, 06 Feb 2006 07:52:49 +0000

@ Kerry (in Washington).
I also wondered what a kind of food “Soldiers” are. I asked this question in comment No. 28 and Jude answered it in No. 32.

@ Petite.
Do you feel better? I hope so, but actually it seems to be a time for flu. I even caught one myself and now are at home. Can flu be passed on via the internet? – in this case it could blame you *attccchhhoouuuu!!!*

By: Bella

Bella — Sun, 05 Feb 2006 11:16:12 +0000

Thank you. I have spent most of yesterday evening and this morning reading your journal from its beginnings.

It has made me question just how much of myself I have sacrificed over the years for an outwardly peaceful, but inwardly turmoiled existance.

I wish you the very best in life. You deserve it.

By: Postmodern Sass

Postmodern Sass — Sat, 04 Feb 2006 23:21:34 +0000

Petite, I hope you’re feeling better. Everyone I know this side of the ocean has been sick this past week. Who knew a contagion could stretch so far?

I’m a little… well, puzzled, I guess you could say, by the way you write about the man in your life. Didn’t you tell us before Christmas that his name is Jim? And link to some of the comments he’d left on your blog before you two got together? So, um, why do you call him “Lover” still? (Other than, of course, the fact that he is your lover.) When you move in together, and if you get married, will you call him Live-In, and then Husband?

Of course it’s your blog and you can call anyone anything you like, but speaking as a long-time reader, it messes with my reading brain, ever so slightly. I have to do a translation in my mind; every time I see “Lover” I think to myself, “Oh, she means Jim.”

By: Eric at Paris Daily Photo

Eric at Paris Daily Photo — Sat, 04 Feb 2006 07:14:22 +0000

I won’t make you read another silly comment, but wanted to just let you know how your blog gets better and better. Even when you’re ill!

By: Erin

Erin — Fri, 03 Feb 2006 19:20:52 +0000

I found you by way of another blogging friend, and what fun I am having reading these posts! I fall in line with the dry toast and ginger ale set, and if these posts are any indication, I agree with the person who said you could sell a book. Almost French was wonderful, and you are funnier. Feel better soon…

By: Small Town Diva

Small Town Diva — Fri, 03 Feb 2006 18:38:55 +0000

Shoot, I feel sorry for all of you–my grandma used to pump us full of warm whiskey and honey mixed together, drunk out of a mason jar, and make us tapioca. Now THAT is a cold remedy worth getting sick for.

By: Dave of the Lake

Dave of the Lake — Fri, 03 Feb 2006 15:58:08 +0000

Parkin wrote:

“Dave should get out of that lake more.
Similar to ‘truckstop queen’”

I get out of teh lake plenty, but don’t usually visit truckstops. But I do know that one.

By: Kerry

Kerry — Fri, 03 Feb 2006 15:00:36 +0000

Oh no, another Kerry has joined the ranks of Petite commentors. I may have to find a way to distinguish myself. Perhaps ‘Kerry in Washington’ or ‘Kerry The Man’ (since I am, on most people on-line tend to assume, given the name, that I’m not).

In any case, being American, I have no idea what soldiers are. Anyone care to illuminate?

And although my mother always made me a boiled egg when sick as well, she would mash it up in a bowl with pieces of toast. The only way she could get solidish food down my throat.