Mopping walls versus painting

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Okay dear angels! You are all making me so hungry while I chew on my celary:) /lo/

I agree with the 2 of you... Gerrman and Swiss chocolate are simply the best...yummieeeh. I am also gonna miss my coffee in the morning, gosh, how am i going to wake up without it??? ;-)

> > > > > > > > > > > > From: Aggi <aggi_assmann@> > > > > Subject: Mopping walls versus painting > > > > bird mites > > > > Date: Tuesday, May 24, 2011, 8:57 PM > > > > > > > > > > > > ÃÆ'‚ÂÂ

> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Hi Guys, tonight I've been mopping the kitchen walls once more with the result that I can hardly feel my arms anymore. Good workout though ;-) > > > > While working my way through and realizing that I am washing off the paint gradually, I've been thinking if anyone has tried to just overpaint the mites that are sitting in the wallpaper. Under a fresh layer of thick paint they would just be suffocating I suppose. > > > > Any thoughts/experience on that ? > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > -- > They shut the road through the woods > Seventy years ago. > Weather and rain have undone it again, > And now you would never know > There was once a road through the woods >

Before they planted the trees. > It is underneath the coppice and heath, > And the thin anemones. > Only the keeper sees > That, where the ring-dove broods, > And the badgers roll at ease, > There was once a road through the woods. > > Yet, if you enter the woods > Of a summer evening late, > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools > Where the otter whistles his mate. > (They fear not men in the woods, > Because they see so few) > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet, > And the swish of a skirt in the dew, > Steadily cantering through > The misty solitudes, > As though they perfectly knew > The old lost road through the woods….

> But there is no road through the woods. > > The Way Through the Woods - Rudyard Kipling>

-- They shut the road through the woodsSeventy years ago.Weather and rain have undone it again,And now you would never knowThere was once a road through the woodsBefore they planted the trees.It is underneath the coppice and heath,And the thin anemones.Only the keeper seesThat, where the ring-dove broods,And the badgers roll at ease,There was once a road through the woods.Yet, if you enter the woodsOf a summer evening late,When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed poolsWhere the otter whistles his mate.(They fear not men in the woods,Because they see so few)You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,And the swish of a skirt in the dew,Steadily cantering throughThe misty solitudes,As though they perfectly knewThe old lost road through the woods….But there is no

road through the woods. The Way Through the Woods - Rudyard Kipling

[Guest guest]

Didn't I tell you ! And this is the oh so environmet friendly Germany. It's

a total disgrace !!

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> > > > > > From: Aggi <aggi_assmann@>

> > > > > > Subject: Mopping walls versus painting

> > > > > > bird mites

> > > > > > Date: Tuesday, May 24, 2011, 8:57 PM

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> > > > > > ÃÆ'Æ'‚ÃÆ'‚Â

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> > > > > > Hi Guys, tonight I've been mopping the kitchen walls once more with

the result that I can hardly feel my arms anymore. Good workout though ;-)

> > > > > > While working my way through and realizing that I am washing off the

paint gradually, I've been thinking if anyone has tried to just overpaint the

mites that are sitting in the wallpaper. Under a fresh layer of thick paint they

would just be suffocating I suppose.

> > > > > > Any thoughts/experience on that ?

> > > > > >

> > > > >

> > > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > > --

> > > They shut the road through the woods

> > > Seventy years ago.

> > > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > > And now you would never know

> > > There was once a road through the woods

> > > Before they planted the trees.

> > > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > > And the thin anemones.

> > > Only the keeper sees

> > > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > > There was once a road through the woods.

> > >

> > > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > > Of a summer evening late,

> > > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > > Because they see so few)

> > > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > > Steadily cantering through

> > > The misty solitudes,

> > > As though they perfectly knew

> > > The old lost road through the woods….

> > > But there is no road through the woods.

> > >

> > > The Way Through the Woods - Rudyard Kipling

> > >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> > --

> > They shut the road through the woods

> > Seventy years ago.

> > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > And now you would never know

> > There was once a road through the woods

> > Before they planted the trees.

> > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > And the thin anemones.

> > Only the keeper sees

> > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > There was once a road through the woods.

> >

> > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > Of a summer evening late,

> > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > Because they see so few)

> > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > Steadily cantering through

> > The misty solitudes,

> > As though they perfectly knew

> > The old lost road through the woods….

> > But there is no road through the woods.

> >

> > The Way Through the Woods - Rudyard Kipling

> >

>

[Guest guest]

Poor , so you have started up your diet already.

I am planning on coming Monday when i get back to work.

Do not want to spoil my 1 week off work and will eat loads of chocolate for the

time being, lol

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> > > > > From: Aggi <aggi_assmann@>

> > > > > Subject: Mopping walls versus painting

> > > > > bird mites

> > > > > Date: Tuesday, May 24, 2011, 8:57 PM

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> > > > >

> > > > > ÃÆ'Æ'‚ÃÆ'‚Â

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> > > > > Hi Guys, tonight I've been mopping the kitchen walls once more with

the result that I can hardly feel my arms anymore. Good workout though ;-)

> > > > > While working my way through and realizing that I am washing off the

paint gradually, I've been thinking if anyone has tried to just overpaint the

mites that are sitting in the wallpaper. Under a fresh layer of thick paint they

would just be suffocating I suppose.

> > > > > Any thoughts/experience on that ?

> > > > >

> > > >

> > >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> > --

> > They shut the road through the woods

> > Seventy years ago.

> > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > And now you would never know

> > There was once a road through the woods

> > Before they planted the trees.

> > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > And the thin anemones.

> > Only the keeper sees

> > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > There was once a road through the woods.

> >

> > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > Of a summer evening late,

> > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > Because they see so few)

> > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > Steadily cantering through

> > The misty solitudes,

> > As though they perfectly knew

> > The old lost road through the woods….

>

> > But there is no road through the woods.

> >

> > The Way Through the Woods - Rudyard Kipling

> >

>

>

>

>

>

>

> --

> They shut the road through the woods

> Seventy years ago.

> Weather and rain have undone it again,

> And now you would never know

> There was once a road through the woods

> Before they planted the trees.

> It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> And the thin anemones.

> Only the keeper sees

> That, where the ring-dove broods,

> And the badgers roll at ease,

> There was once a road through the woods.

>

> Yet, if you enter the woods

> Of a summer evening late,

> When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> Where the otter whistles his mate.

> (They fear not men in the woods,

> Because they see so few)

> You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> Steadily cantering through

> The misty solitudes,

> As though they perfectly knew

> The old lost road through the woods….

> But there is no road through the woods.

>

> The Way Through the Woods - Rudyard Kipling

>

[Guest guest]

Yup Aggi, you sure did! I was hoping Germany stayed out of that nightmare, but apparently not. I felt better in Germany than here in the U.S. Maybe all the pollutants here or electromagnetic pollution.Sent from my iPodOn May 31, 2011, at 3:47 PM, "Aggi" <aggi_assmann@...> wrote:

Didn't I tell you ! And this is the oh so environmet friendly Germany. It's a total disgrace !!

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> > > > > > From: Aggi <aggi_assmann@>

> > > > > > Subject: Mopping walls versus painting

> > > > > > bird mites

> > > > > > Date: Tuesday, May 24, 2011, 8:57 PM

> > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > > > ÃÆ'Æ'‚ÃÆ'‚Â

> > >

> > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > > > Hi Guys, tonight I've been mopping the kitchen walls once more with the result that I can hardly feel my arms anymore. Good workout though ;-)

> > > > > > While working my way through and realizing that I am washing off the paint gradually, I've been thinking if anyone has tried to just overpaint the mites that are sitting in the wallpaper. Under a fresh layer of thick paint they would just be suffocating I suppose.

> > > > > > Any thoughts/experience on that ?

> > > > > >

> > > > >

> > > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > > --

> > > They shut the road through the woods

> > > Seventy years ago.

> > > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > > And now you would never know

> > > There was once a road through the woods

> > > Before they planted the trees.

> > > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > > And the thin anemones.

> > > Only the keeper sees

> > > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > > There was once a road through the woods.

> > >

> > > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > > Of a summer evening late,

> > > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > > Because they see so few)

> > > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > > Steadily cantering through

> > > The misty solitudes,

> > > As though they perfectly knew

> > > The old lost road through the woods….

> > > But there is no road through the woods.

> > >

> > > The Way Through the Woods - Rudyard Kipling

> > >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> > --

> > They shut the road through the woods

> > Seventy years ago.

> > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > And now you would never know

> > There was once a road through the woods

> > Before they planted the trees.

> > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > And the thin anemones.

> > Only the keeper sees

> > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > There was once a road through the woods.

> >

> > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > Of a summer evening late,

> > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > Because they see so few)

> > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > Steadily cantering through

> > The misty solitudes,

> > As though they perfectly knew

> > The old lost road through the woods….

> > But there is no road through the woods.

> >

> > The Way Through the Woods - Rudyard Kipling

> >

>

[Guest guest]

Hi Aggi,

Ifind having dry, shaved unsweetened coconut helps. I use it as a treat so I don't feel totally deprived. A mental thing. Black under eyes is nearly gone and hips looking good:) After Bobbyboys comments on fat in the diet, I wonder if I should just stick to fish. I have been buying the leanest meat they have at the health store though. Aggi, don't you think time and experience will tell us how to adjust the diet? I'm feeling pretty good though.

Lov e and light,

Sally

From: Aggi <aggi_assmann@...>Subject: Re: Mopping walls versus paintingbird mites Date: Tuesday, May 31, 2011, 11:48 PM

Poor , so you have started up your diet already. I am planning on coming Monday when i get back to work.Do not want to spoil my 1 week off work and will eat loads of chocolate for the time being, lol > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > From: Aggi <aggi_assmann@> > > > > > Subject: Mopping walls versus painting > > > > > bird mites >

> > > > Date: Tuesday, May 24, 2011, 8:57 PM > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ÃÆ'Æ'‚ÃÆ'‚Â > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Hi Guys, tonight I've been mopping the kitchen walls once more with the result that I can hardly feel my arms anymore. Good workout though ;-) > > > > > While working my way through and realizing that I am washing off the paint gradually, I've been thinking if anyone has tried to just overpaint the mites that are sitting in the wallpaper. Under a fresh layer of thick paint they would just be suffocating I suppose. > > > > > Any thoughts/experience on that ? > > > > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > > > -- > > They shut the road through the woods > > Seventy years ago. > > Weather and rain have undone it again, > > And now you would never know > > There was once a road through the woods > > Before they planted the trees. > > It is underneath the coppice and heath, > > And the thin anemones. > > Only the keeper sees > > That, where the ring-dove broods, > > And the badgers roll at ease, > > There was once a road through the woods. > > > > Yet, if you enter the woods > > Of a summer evening late, > > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools > > Where the otter whistles his mate. > > (They fear not men in the woods, > > Because they see so few) > > You

will hear the beat of a horse's feet, > > And the swish of a skirt in the dew, > > Steadily cantering through > > The misty solitudes, > > As though they perfectly knew > > The old lost road through the woods…. > > > But there is no road through the woods. > > > > The Way Through the Woods - Rudyard Kipling> >> > > > > > > -- > They shut the road through the woods> Seventy years ago.> Weather and rain have undone it again,> And now you would never know> There was once a road through the woods> Before they planted the trees.> It is underneath the coppice and heath,> And the thin anemones.> Only the keeper sees> That, where the ring-dove broods,> And the badgers roll at ease,> There was once a road through the

woods.> > Yet, if you enter the woods> Of a summer evening late,> When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools> Where the otter whistles his mate.> (They fear not men in the woods,> Because they see so few)> You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,> And the swish of a skirt in the dew,> Steadily cantering through> The misty solitudes,> As though they perfectly knew> The old lost road through the woods….> But there is no road through the woods. > > The Way Through the Woods - Rudyard Kipling>

[Guest guest]

That's interesting , because when i used to live in the States and went for

a run, I always had difficulties breathing properly plus I was out of breath a

lot quicker than here in Germany. It was like the air was 'thicker' somehow.

I've always wondered about it... and yes, I feel physically better here, too.

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> > > > > > > > From: Aggi <aggi_assmann@>

> > > > > > > > Subject: Mopping walls versus painting

> > > > > > > > bird mites

> > > > > > > > Date: Tuesday, May 24, 2011, 8:57 PM

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > >

ÃÆ'Æ'Æ'ÃÆ'¢â‚¬Å¡ÃÆ'Æ'‚ÃÆ'‚

> > > > >

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > Hi Guys, tonight I've been mopping the kitchen walls once more

with the result that I can hardly feel my arms anymore. Good workout though ;-)

> > > > > > > > While working my way through and realizing that I am washing off

the paint gradually, I've been thinking if anyone has tried to just overpaint

the mites that are sitting in the wallpaper. Under a fresh layer of thick paint

they would just be suffocating I suppose.

> > > > > > > > Any thoughts/experience on that ?

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > > --

> > > > > They shut the road through the woods

> > > > > Seventy years ago.

> > > > > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > > > > And now you would never know

> > > > > There was once a road through the woods

> > > > > Before they planted the trees.

> > > > > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > > > > And the thin anemones.

> > > > > Only the keeper sees

> > > > > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > > > > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > > > > There was once a road through the woods.

> > > > >

> > > > > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > > > > Of a summer evening late,

> > > > > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > > > > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > > > > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > > > > Because they see so few)

> > > > > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > > > > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > > > > Steadily cantering through

> > > > > The misty solitudes,

> > > > > As though they perfectly knew

> > > > > The old lost road through the woods….

> > > > > But there is no road through the woods.

> > > > >

> > > > > The Way Through the Woods - Rudyard Kipling

> > > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > > --

> > > > They shut the road through the woods

> > > > Seventy years ago.

> > > > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > > > And now you would never know

> > > > There was once a road through the woods

> > > > Before they planted the trees.

> > > > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > > > And the thin anemones.

> > > > Only the keeper sees

> > > > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > > > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > > > There was once a road through the woods.

> > > >

> > > > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > > > Of a summer evening late,

> > > > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > > > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > > > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > > > Because they see so few)

> > > > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > > > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > > > Steadily cantering through

> > > > The misty solitudes,

> > > > As though they perfectly knew

> > > > The old lost road through the woods….

> > > > But there is no road through the woods.

> > > >

> > > > The Way Through the Woods - Rudyard Kipling

> > > >

> > >

> >

> >

>

[Guest guest]

, you have just made my day, because I do love fresh coconut ;-)

That little treat is going to help maintaining the diet. I do eat a lot of fresh

fish anyway and get plenty of Vit.B12 this way. Does that mean we can eat dairy

products as well, or would that be a no go ? Great that you are feeling this

good already, you sound happy enough, too ! :-) Let's call it the happiness-diet

! And the benefit of losing weight will keep us even more happy. I agree with

you, our bodies will tell us what's working.

Besides, the athleth's foot cream is even more expensive here in Germany, it's

about 9 Euros per tube, Ouch !

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> > > > > > From: Aggi <aggi_assmann@>

> > > > > > Subject: Mopping walls versus painting

> > > > > > bird mites

> > > > > > Date: Tuesday, May 24, 2011, 8:57 PM

> > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > > >

ÃÆ'Æ'Æ'ÃÆ'¢â‚¬Å¡ÃÆ'Æ'‚ÃÆ'‚

> >

> >

> >

> > >

> > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > > > Hi Guys, tonight I've been mopping the kitchen walls once more with

the result that I can hardly feel my arms anymore. Good workout though ;-)

> > > > > > While working my way through and realizing that I am washing off the

paint gradually, I've been thinking if anyone has tried to just overpaint the

mites that are sitting in the wallpaper. Under a fresh layer of thick paint they

would just be suffocating I suppose.

> > > > > > Any thoughts/experience on that ?

> > > > > >

> > > > >

> > > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > > --

> > > They shut the road through the woods

> > > Seventy years ago.

> > > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > > And now you would never know

> > > There was once a road through the woods

> > > Before they planted the trees.

> > > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > > And the thin anemones.

> > > Only the keeper sees

> > > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > > There was once a road through the woods.

> > >

> > > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > > Of a summer evening late,

> > > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > > Because they see so few)

> > > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > > Steadily cantering through

> > > The misty solitudes,

> > > As though they perfectly knew

> > > The old lost road through the woods….

> >

> > > But there is no road through the woods.

> > >

> > > The Way Through the Woods - Rudyard Kipling

> > >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> > --

> > They shut the road through the woods

> > Seventy years ago.

> > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > And now you would never know

> > There was once a road through the woods

> > Before they planted the trees.

> > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > And the thin anemones.

> > Only the keeper sees

> > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > There was once a road through the woods.

> >

> > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > Of a summer evening late,

> > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > Because they see so few)

> > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > Steadily cantering through

> > The misty solitudes,

> > As though they perfectly knew

> > The old lost road through the woods….

> > But there is no road through the woods.

> >

> > The Way Through the Woods - Rudyard Kipling

> >

>

[Guest guest]

AggiI felt like the air is cleaner in Germany. Lucky you! Mopping walls versus painting

> > > > > > > > bird mites

> > > > > > > > Date: Tuesday, May 24, 2011, 8:57 PM

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > ÃÆ'Æ'Æ'ÃÆ'¢â‚¬Å¡ÃÆ'Æ'‚ÃÆ'‚

> > > > >

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > Hi Guys, tonight I've been mopping the kitchen walls once more with the result that I can hardly feel my arms anymore. Good workout though ;-)

> > > > > > > > While working my way through and realizing that I am washing off the paint gradually, I've been thinking if anyone has tried to just overpaint the mites that are sitting in the wallpaper. Under a fresh layer of thick paint they would just be suffocating I suppose.

> > > > > > > > Any thoughts/experience on that ?

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > > --

> > > > > They shut the road through the woods

> > > > > Seventy years ago.

> > > > > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > > > > And now you would never know

> > > > > There was once a road through the woods

> > > > > Before they planted the trees.

> > > > > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > > > > And the thin anemones.

> > > > > Only the keeper sees

> > > > > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > > > > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > > > > There was once a road through the woods.

> > > > >

> > > > > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > > > > Of a summer evening late,

> > > > > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > > > > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > > > > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > > > > Because they see so few)

> > > > > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > > > > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > > > > Steadily cantering through

> > > > > The misty solitudes,

> > > > > As though they perfectly knew

> > > > > The old lost road through the woods….

> > > > > But there is no road through the woods.

> > > > >

> > > > > The Way Through the Woods - Rudyard Kipling

> > > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > > --

> > > > They shut the road through the woods

> > > > Seventy years ago.

> > > > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > > > And now you would never know

> > > > There was once a road through the woods

> > > > Before they planted the trees.

> > > > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > > > And the thin anemones.

> > > > Only the keeper sees

> > > > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > > > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > > > There was once a road through the woods.

> > > >

> > > > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > > > Of a summer evening late,

> > > > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > > > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > > > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > > > Because they see so few)

> > > > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > > > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > > > Steadily cantering through

> > > > The misty solitudes,

> > > > As though they perfectly knew

> > > > The old lost road through the woods….

> > > > But there is no road through the woods.

> > > >

> > > > The Way Through the Woods - Rudyard Kipling

> > > >

> > >

> >

> >

>

[Guest guest]

Hi Aggi,

absolutly no milk/products. Depending on the site, I keep getting opposite views on coffee.

Man, I am just so glad I only have a week and a half left. This cream cost is expensive, but then, I just try to pretend I've been to see the doctor once and that is my cost for the month. I had gotton one cream from the doctor that was $150.00 out of my pocket after insurance. It did nothing. Here are a few websites I have read about diet:

http://www.thinkfungus.com/public/97.cfm?sd=21

http://answers./question/index?qid=20070320090448AAVW92n

http://www.thecandidadiet.com/antifungal-treatments.htm

http://www. .org/RESOURCES/comparing-candida-products/?gclid=CP-H15uY2agCFc1a7AodAWy4jw

Glad you like coconut:) There must be some sunshine in this diet!

Love and light,

http://www.ehow.com/way_5452674_fungus-diet.html

From: Aggi <aggi_assmann@...>Subject: Re: Mopping walls versus paintingbird mites Date: Wednesday, June 1, 2011, 11:06 PM

, you have just made my day, because I do love fresh coconut ;-)That little treat is going to help maintaining the diet. I do eat a lot of fresh fish anyway and get plenty of Vit.B12 this way. Does that mean we can eat dairy products as well, or would that be a no go ? Great that you are feeling this good already, you sound happy enough, too ! :-) Let's call it the happiness-diet ! And the benefit of losing weight will keep us even more happy. I agree with you, our bodies will tell us what's working.Besides, the athleth's foot cream is even more expensive here in Germany, it's about 9 Euros per tube, Ouch ! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > From: Aggi <aggi_assmann@> > > > > > > Subject: Mopping walls versus painting > > > > > > bird mites > > > > > > Date: Tuesday, May 24, 2011, 8:57 PM > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >

ÃÆ'Æ'Æ'ÃÆ'¢â‚¬Å¡ÃÆ'Æ'‚ÃÆ'‚ > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Hi Guys, tonight I've been mopping the kitchen walls once more with the result that I can hardly feel my arms anymore. Good workout though ;-) > > > > > > While working my way through and realizing that I am washing off the paint gradually, I've been thinking if anyone has tried to just overpaint the mites that are sitting in the wallpaper. Under a fresh layer of thick paint they would just be suffocating I suppose. > > > > > > Any thoughts/experience on that ? > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > -- > > > They shut the road through the woods > > > Seventy years ago. > > > Weather and rain have undone it again, > > > And now you would never know > > > There was once a road through the woods > > > Before they planted the trees. > > > It is underneath the coppice and heath, > > > And the thin anemones. > > > Only the keeper sees > > > That, where the ring-dove broods, > > > And the badgers roll at ease, > > > There was once a road through the woods. > > > > > > Yet, if you enter the woods > > > Of a summer evening late, > > > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools > > > Where the

otter whistles his mate. > > > (They fear not men in the woods, > > > Because they see so few) > > > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet, > > > And the swish of a skirt in the dew, > > > Steadily cantering through > > > The misty solitudes, > > > As though they perfectly knew > > > The old lost road through the woods…. > > > > > But there is no road through the woods. > > > > > > The Way Through the Woods - Rudyard Kipling> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > -- > > They shut the road through the woods> > Seventy years ago.> > Weather and rain have undone it again,> > And now you would never know> > There was once a road through the

woods> > Before they planted the trees.> > It is underneath the coppice and heath,> > And the thin anemones.> > Only the keeper sees> > That, where the ring-dove broods,> > And the badgers roll at ease,> > There was once a road through the woods.> > > > Yet, if you enter the woods> > Of a summer evening late,> > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools> > Where the otter whistles his mate.> > (They fear not men in the woods,> > Because they see so few)> > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,> > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,> > Steadily cantering through> > The misty solitudes,> > As though they perfectly knew> > The old lost road through the woods….> > But there is no road through the woods. > >

> > The Way Through the Woods - Rudyard Kipling> >>