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I am a florist and work with spurge laurel regularly. I am wondering if anyone has had experience with a reaction to the toxins in this plant contacting your skin?

This is part of research I am doing into the use of noxious plants in floristry.

It seems like people are proud of their weaknesses; can't drink milk, can't eat wheat, can't tolerate this break out from that. Are we becoming too proud of our flaws? What does this say about our resiliency and our willingness to handle difficulties?

Allergies are real, people (like my wife) can die from them. The problem is that we seem to be going out looking for things to be unable to eat, wear, hear, see etc. This is not a great way to build inner strength. Because you are afraid to try new things doesn't mean you are allergic to them, just afraid. And just because your tummy got upset the last time you ate tomatoes doesn't mean that you are allergic to them. We shouldn't use excuses to shut ourselves off from experiences.

Are you 'allergic' to things that you just don't like?

of the athletes from China?

like Magilla Gorilla?

http://www.prosportstickers.com/product_images/y/m...

I'm not talking good scotch or a watch here, more like a can of milk or a squeaky toy from the Dollarama.

http://ca.answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=201...

http://www.tomorrowstarted.com/2012/03/ikea-to-hir...

He is always so well dressed. He could have a real impact on the watchability of CPAC.

Pat, where do you get your suits?

http://ca.news.yahoo.com/blogs/good-news/dutch-eng...

In light of the robocalls scandal revolving around the last federal election in Canada, should you lie and tell every party that you are a supporter to avoid dirty tricks?

Lost: one waistline. Lost around my 51st birthday, possibly at dinner. Anyone finding a waist smaller than my butt, please return to me, C/O middle age.

about how fat we really are?

on the quality of the product?

Is 'Christian' literature, music and art as good the rest that doesn't bother to define itself?

There seems to be a tendency for certain people to define themselves as 'Christian' _______ (insert calling/profession/ trade here). Does that imply that we should consider faith before quality? or that faith is a vital component of writing a book or playing a piano (or fixing a sink for that matter) that should be considered?

I've turned the damned place upside down

all the cupboards are empty as my pockets

all my joy and pain is heaped in a huge pile

in the middle of the usual living room clutter

I have swum its breadth and depth looking

tried to drown in pathos weighted with indignation

but my lungs are made for breathing

my 'old man and the sea' is on the table

my rod has a graphite core HB

my ocean a blank sheet

but I am bestilled

and the fish aren't biting

so the struggle then is with emptiness

not some oceanic beast

beaten by the absence of a nemesis

there grew a terrible bloom

that melancholy spring

but the blazing fires of summer

autumn's grim scythe did bring

and so here we inter that awful flower

never again the see the light

so raise a glass with me, everyone

and drink a toast to life.

now that Pete Posethwaite is dead?

http://www.starfetch.com/keywords/Steve_Buscemi/St...

http://blogs.coventrytelegraph.net/passtheremote/P...

We sailed away at the break of day to pull traps in oilskin trousers

On the Suzy Jack but we're back tonight wit a thousand pounds of lobsters

Oh shanty town were gonna tear ya down

I got money comin' out of me stockin's

Tonight I'm due to bushwhack Sue

And take her to the gumboot cloggeroo

And we'll do a little gumboot cloggin'

Do a little gumboot cloggin'

There's fish and brewis and a quahog stew and a bowl of clam chowder

Just see me reach for that Newfie Screech

when they deedle up the fiddle jig louder

Hear the french girl sing, and the guitars ring

and the squeezebox skweek-a-dee squakin'

Me and my Sue are gonna "hoop de doo"

take her to the Gumboot Cloggeroo

And we'll do a little gumboot cloggin'

Do a little gumboot cloggin'

There's "Boots" Bernard and the rough Richards

and the girls from way down Tracadie

How many "blue nosers" and "herring chokers"

we just don't know exactly

Pack 'em all in tight and we'll dance all night,

get the old barn floor just a-rockin'

I'll buy a ring dang doo for PEI Sue,

take her to the Gumboot Cloggeroo

And we'll do a little gumboot cloggin'

Do a little gumboot cloggin'

Oh we sailed away at the break o' day to pull traps in oilskin trousers

On the "Suzy Jack", but tonight we're back

with a thousand pounds of lobsters

Oh shanty town, we're gonna tear you down

I got the money comin' out of me stockin's

Tonight I'm due to bushwhack Sue,

take her to the Gumboot Cloggeroo

And we'll do a little gumboot cloggin'

Do a little gumboot cloggin'

There's fish and brewis and a quahog stew

and a bowl of clam chowder

Just see me reach for that Newfie Screech

when they deedle up the fiddle jig louder

Hear the french girl sing, and the guitars ring

and the squeezebox skweek-a-dee squakin'

Me and my Sue are gonna "hoop de doo"

take her to the Gumboot Cloggeroo

And we'll do a little gumboot cloggin'

Do a little gumboot cloggin'

sometimes a name

sometimes a name betrays us

revealing some inner anomaly

some hidden affinity

or dark proclivity

that our eyes try desperately to conceal

before it was fun

the drop was so sudden

not half way down and I had to stop

feet pressed outward

hands grabbing worn steel

now I've turned

up this impossible slope

my legs churn

feet shooting out behind

hands reaching one over the other

pushing against nature's lout will

the sun peeks through twin handrails

between their perfect arcs

I will find my rest

back at the top

and a chance to reconsider.