tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17774329.post113211769006973676..comments2007-02-18T16:12:33.965-08:00L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437332749627332216noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17774329.post-1132189043322918652005-11-16T16:57:00.000-08:002005-11-16T16:57:00.000-08:002005-11-16T16:57:00.000-08:00priceless!Jenoramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10491983319316686696noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17774329.post-1132185382693039572005-11-16T15:56:00.000-08:002005-11-16T15:56:00.000-08:002005-11-16T15:56:00.000-08:00Hurling<BR/>Puking<BR/>hmm<BR/>Always liked the phrase<BR/>blowing chunksAndreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16551607753054004591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17774329.post-1132156090674359182005-11-16T07:48:00.000-08:002005-11-16T07:48:00.000-08:002005-11-16T07:48:00.000-08:00I know that you'd asked me about hurling on my blog and I was rude & didn't respond. (I do tend to think of the sport when I hear that word, but I tend to travel in those circles.) It seems to be something like field hockey. (The traditional hero of the game was Setanta, who later became Cu Chullain.)<BR/><BR/>I live in Massachusetts, and the Guinness ads on the TV often feature hurling. (The gaelic game, not what happens when you drink too much of the stuff.) We have a large Irish population, but sometimes I wonder how many people actually know the game that's being played...Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01707227633563875851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17774329.post-1132154444403832902005-11-16T07:20:00.000-08:002005-11-16T07:20:00.000-08:002005-11-16T07:20:00.000-08:00Since the advent of kids, I too have visited many restrooms. Although not in Japan. Usually I have not had need to barf in them. Hurl just isn't a gross enough euphimism for throwing up, by my lights.<BR/>Then again, I really, really, really hate throwing up.<BR/>Puking, is too accurate. Actually makes me start to feel nauseous just thinking the word!Gawdessnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890880211424269234noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17774329.post-1132133152983536882005-11-16T01:25:00.000-08:002005-11-16T01:25:00.000-08:002005-11-16T01:25:00.000-08:00I was talking to this English bloke one day about my new born baby.<BR/>I told him that my father had come all the way to Japan so he could be here when she was born.<BR/>He went<BR/>-Was your father made up?<BR/>I said - No, My husband made her name.<BR/>He went<BR/>-No. Was he happy?<BR/>-Ya. <BR/><BR/>Usually I just pretend I understand everyone and hope that I can get the meaning in the context of the sentence.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16551607753054004591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17774329.post-1132127220497613342005-11-15T23:47:00.000-08:002005-11-15T23:47:00.000-08:002005-11-15T23:47:00.000-08:00a woman of many talents! :)))<BR/><BR/>I have never heard of hurling... hmmmm.... that's a new one. of course we find here that old Yokshire men are the hardest to understand. the other day at the store the produce guy was talking to me, as we picked new potatoes up off the floor... I grabbed a bag that had a split in it. and I nodded and smiled and didn't get a word of what he was saying...<BR/><BR/>but he was very nice, and didn't seem to notice...<BR/><BR/>mollieipodmommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06581681803719510867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17774329.post-1132121440956498352005-11-15T22:10:00.000-08:002005-11-15T22:10:00.000-08:002005-11-15T22:10:00.000-08:00That's even better than my toboggans. <BR/><BR/>Someplace I learned the meanings of both form of hurling but an Irish sport is not the first one to spring to mind.Grannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17283823157675990935noreply@blogger.com