You are so astute, Kiwi! I was just being verbose, as usual.


Sure glad they caught those nasty men.

I am still in my room. When you get to page three, I will come back.

This is page 3 according to my computer.

I spent yesterday evening in the emergency room waiting to see how my brother was. He was operating a bulldozer and his neighbor found him unconcious and not breathing, on on the ground next to the dozer, which was still running. He has chronic back pain and apparently he mixed his pain meds w/ a few beers after work, which is a bad combo. He is so lucky that his neighbor is a nurse, who knows cpr, that he was found in time, and that there is no apparent brain damage from lack of oxygen. He's still in critical care, but he's expected to recover. I hope this is a wakeup to him and his Dr., who just keeps prescribing pain meds instead of doing anything about his back. He has 3 degenerative discs. Geez, I'm tired.

Peachers, what are you doing lately now that the Herbmeister is absent? Get outta your room and do something! Tell us stories about your ediot. Tell us stories about ds. Just tell us stories.

Did I tell you the story of the seagull that was flapping around the parking lot here? It had a plastic bag handle caught around it's neck. DH wouldn't let me try to help it because he said it would bite me (which it would have) but we didn't know who to call so we just left it. I'm still feeling terrible about that poor bird. I wish we had a birdlady to call.

I got my cruise tickets yesterday!!!!!

Woohoo on the cruise tickets. I wanna go with you. The lodge is in LongBeach that we will be staying at. Pool, jauccuzi and all that junk. Chat laters, Brat

OHHHHHHHHHH---wabby your brother is very lucky indeed----i am so glad to hear a good story of good luck---i am still obsessed with inventing scenarios whereby George is saved from the riptide{ ie--a boat is nearby---a seadoo goes by---ANYthing ---a rope is tossed ---a life jacket......} it is one of life's mysteries why things happen the way they do---------i always get melancholy on fridays since it happened nine weeks ago to the day----THOUGHT I WOULD POP IN AND BE CHEERY!!!! sorry about that-----can i come on the cruise with you and hubby---i will stay at the ship's bar drinking ---you guessed iT------MARGIES!!!!!---- and fortunately tonite is Margie night----my poor sis is coming out with us---maybe a few margies will dull the pain-----HAPPY WEEKEND YOUSE AMERICANS---glad they caught those idiots with the gun.

What a nightmare! I'm so glad your brother will recover. Sounds like he will have a rough road ahead.

I can certainly sympathize, Bagz. I must have spent months coming up with "what-if's" after my father died. I guess it's just human nature to not want to accept that kind of thing. Tell you what, let's raise a glass this evening to loved ones departed. There sure have been a lot of them lately it seems.

And then we'll have another toast to narrow escapes, including all those people who won't get shot by that miserable sniper. I hope they string him up by his

Gotta run. It's football/pep band/school dance night for DD and I suppose she ought to eat dinner before she goes. Ta

Kiwi

[SIZE=LARGE]PEACHES GET OUT OF YOUR ROOM RIGHT NOW OR YOU'RE GROUNDED[/SIZE]

Kiwi, that won't work - she's already grounded herself.

DH is going to be busy tonight helping DS w/ his car painting. I need a margie partner, Bagzie - do you mind if I tag along? I'm sure there will be many, many moments of sadness and all those "what ifs" for you, Bagzie. The whole senselessness of the thing is crazy making. And it's probably just a fraction of what your sis is going through. I hope she can be strong.

What is it about friday night that makes you want to go out and be silly and young? I'm really antzy tonight, so even if I stay home, I'd be proud and honored to lift a glass with the rest of you cowsies. Have a good weekend!!

I am out for a minute to get on the internet and tie up the phone line. Against my own judgment, I have given my phone number to some man about whom I know just about nothing. He says he'll call at 9. It's 8:38 now. I don't want to talk to him. I don't like him. I don't like any of them. I'd like to like one but it hasn't worked out. It's like this: they like you as long as everything seems to be going their way, then they find ways to change you causes other things about you to change, then they find things aren't exactly as they planned and O-U-T out you go. Specifically: if you're thin, they take you out to big *bad word*ing means over and over. I'm serious. Herbie was into buffet. AND they give you so much to do that you're exhausted just about. Like drive hours and take care of your own kid and make the meals and go out with him to his stupid boring meetings. Etc. Jerks all. Creeps. Brainless self-centered egotistical self-appointed-gods who really cannot think beyond their own *bad word*s and who, if you think about it, are completely incapable of being loved or loving or being lovable. *bad word* *bad word* *bad word*

Oh, things are sad here tonight.
Boy, Wabby, that is a harrowing experience for your brother. I hope the doctor does something so that it won't happen again.
Bagzie, I can't imagine what you guys are going through. I live by the ocean and truthfully, we don't take the tides all that seriously. I guess familiarity breeds an "it can't happen to me" attitude. For it to happen so suddenly, no wonder you are all having trouble taking it in.
Peaches, answer the phone. Talking to someone on the phone doesn't mean you have to marry him. You can just be friends. You are right, though. Most "bad word" men are totally self absorbed.
Tomorrow is DH's birthday. He is getting rain for his birthday. That means we have tomorrow off from soccer. A break will be nice. He got GTO stuff for his birthday. Big surprise.
I took the boys and their friends to the skatepark at the mall today and did much of my Christmas shopping. I have never shopped early, aren't I amazing? I still have my kids to do, but everyone else is done.
I think it is time for bed.
Night

I am a chowderhead. Wabby, I was just busy getting back to my room that I forgot to tell you how happy I am it worked out like for your brother. It was really one of stories where things go wrong and God steps in. (you non-believers just suck it up).

I was touched by the bird story too. Do you have a wildlife office you could call? I don't know that they'd help but maybe.

Lushcreature, you have some explaining to do. You used to live in a blueberry patch and now you're by the waves. Blueberries do not grow in the tide. Have you moved?

I answered the *bad word* phone and no one said a word. I did *69 and was told they couldn't tell me who called. It rang again 20 minutes later, no one spoke (except me HELLO HELLO) and *69 said it was that man. He had given me his phone number. Creepy. I love you all. Bye.

No. ONE MORE THING. Ds has to do this science project like your kids all have to do and he has decided to burn dirt. Fine. Whatever. So this man we know who knows ds well enthusiastically (jumping up and down) offered to help. Wanted to help. Loves science projects. Last night, he gave ds a *bad word* blow torch with admonitions to "be very careful with it."

HE DOES NOT intent to be there and help!!!

I am not going to let ds handle a blowtorch without adult supervision and I'm not the adult to it. I am really mad at this man who is otherwise wonderful.

First of all, only a "bad word" man would give a kid a blow torch and say "be careful."

I live here:
http://www.nps.gov/pine/ or more comprehensive information is available here:

http://www.state.nj.us/pinelands/index.htm
You will note that our little tiny state ranks among the top three producers of blueberries.

On the map I am here:
http://www.mapquest.com/maps/map.adp...55&submit.y=11

30 miles from the ocean..a short hop on the expressway.

What is he doing with burning dirt. Please submit the science so that we may steal the idea for our science project this year.

Maybe we should be careful about these phone calls. I am disturbed that this man is acting like a weirdo. I looks like soccer isn't going to be cancelled today, so I must go.
bye

West Berlin is north of Berlin. Penny Rot and Blow(Horchtown) are in the south. I will not go on.

I have many things I think I should do today. I doubt I will get to them all. Back alone without Herbie's maid I have signed up with Fly again. Only six messages from her so far. I look forward to every one. I have my shoes on. I am successful.

It's cold in the north isn't it? We had the air on last night. It seems strange weather should be so different.

Bye sweeties.

p.s. I had this assignment for my writing class and it brought back a childhood memory long buried. In first grade, I got in trouble for taking a purse away from a little girl. It had a lacy handkerchief in it and that's all. I took it home. My mom got a call from the school telling her I was being mean to a little Puerto Rican girl. I knew nothing of Puerto Rico but I knew this kid SANG THE ABC SONG IN FRONT OF THE CLASS BEFORE I KNEW THAT SONG and what was enough for me. So I was labeled a racist while, in fact, I was a song critic.

ahaaaaaaaaaaa-----you live THIRTY miles from the Ocean???I can see the ocean from my porch---*****WHEN IT'S NOT FOGGY--I KNOW PEACHBUTT,AND KIWONK,I KNOW!!!!!*****FRAPPE WAS HERE ON A NICE CLEAR DAY,THOUGH!!!!My goodness,Lushcreature{like that one,Peach}---i read of many terrible riptide drownings along your coast---the three teenage sisters/cousins last year or maybe the summer before???? Unfortunately I also read of three riptide drownings in Wabby's area this very summer----i know i am obsessed---but i guess i just need to understand how these things can happen----VERY OFF TOPIC-----how about this-----I have walked for thirty minutes every day for the past two weeks {except twice}---did the weights around three times---STILL FAT THOUGH----good margies last night---I had TWO jumbos{strawberry/lime}