Lucky you Here in New Zealand, snakes are BANNED Even Bo Derek was not allowed to bring one in to make a film Not even one in our zoo's. Keep the world clear of snakes say I Jean ----- Original Message ----- From: "Turk McGee" <turkm@ij.net> To: <FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Sunday, May 27, 2001 2:51 PM Subject: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] Shame on me!! > Do you know what happens when you absolutely forbid me to do something? > Yup, that's the one thing I just gotta do!! Well, I was forbidden

Been around a time or two, but still cute. A three year old went with her dad to see a liter of kittens. On returning home, she breathlessly informed her mother there were two boy kittens and two girl kittens. "How did you know?" his mother asked. "Daddy picked them up and looked underneath," she replied, "I think it's printed on the bottom."

---NOw this is the kind of news I need!!!!!! Asa D...........LOLASAS.....WOW It is storming in Central Texas 1. More than 98 percent of convicted felons are bread users. 2. Fully HALF of all children who grow up in bread-consuming households score below average on standardized tests. 3. In the 18th century, when virtually all bread was baked in the home, the average life expectancy was less than 50 years; infant mortality rates were unacceptably high; many women died in childbirth; and diseases such as typhoid, yellow fever, and influenza ravaged whole nations. 4. More than 90 percent of violent crimes are committed within 24 hours of eating bread. 5. Bread has been proven to be addictive. Subjects deprived of bread and given only water to eat, begged for bread after as little as two days. 6. Bread is often a "gateway" food item, leading the user to "harder" items such as butter, jelly, peanut butter, and even cream cheese. 7. Bread has been proven to absorb water. Since the human body is more than 90 percent water, it follows that eating bread could lead to your body being taken over by this absorptive food product, turning you into a soggy, gooey, bread-pudding person. 8. Newborn babies can choke on bread. 9. Bread is baked at temperatures as high as 450 degrees Fahrenheit! That kind of heat can kill an adult in less than two minutes. 10. Most American bread eaters are utterly unable to distinguish between significant scientific fact and meaningless statistical babbling. ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== "Folklore Family" Listresses: Missi Richiele3@aol.com & Kath mzmouser@home.com »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

"How Could You?" Copyright Jim Willis 2001 When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a belly rub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkies, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just as were "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and polite refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realised I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

I remember the panic when the Eastern brown stowed away and got loose. They are one nasty snake. About 10 years ago a few browns managed to relocate to Guam. Within 6 years most of the bird population was decimated. I would die if the browns got all the poor little kiwis! They are endangered as it is. Most folks from New Zealand have never seen one. Now if I were way younger and in great shape, I'd be treking all over New Zealand and Tasmania (thalicine hunting) and Oz. I've yet to meet a person from down under that wasn't a fair dinkum bloke, choka block full of manners and helpfulness. I write to a friend in NZ on a regular basis. He lives in Turangi. We have long conversations about this and that. I had a blast razzing him about the pomms that wanted to tax sheep and cattle flatulence! He insists the Kiwi men are worse!! LOL Venomous Snakes Sneak Into New Zealand In Shipping Containers http://news.excite.com/news/r/000906/09/odd-snake-dc 9-6-00 WELLINGTON (Reuters) - New Zealand is in danger of losing its legendary snake-free status after the discovery of another live serpent, an environmental group said on Wednesday. The snake, a venomous eastern small-eyed snake common on the Australian east coast, was found in a shipping container loaded with used car batteries from Australia at Petone, near Wellington, on Sunday. It has since been killed. The previous three snakes found this year were all located in port areas. In March, a poisonous eastern brown snake was found and killed at Petone, near a storage park with containers also filled with used car batteries from Brisbane. "A snake invasion of New Zealand seems inevitable," the Royal Forest and Bird Protection Society of New Zealand, the country's biggest conservation group, said in a statement. The society said snakes were a threat to native birds such as the flightless kiwi, which evolved in the absence of predators. "Containers are a biosecurity nightmare. They provide a safe, secure environment for the distribution of alien species around the planet," society director Kevin Smith said. The society wants the government to enforce tougher controls on containers and suspend trade with exporters found to be sending containers contaminated with pests. Most of New Zealand's pests have been introduced, one of the most damaging being possums which destroy vast tracts of native forest every year.

I'll Do Better Tomorrow, I Promise Dear God, are You still awake? Have You got a minute or two? You're pretty good at understanding, And I really need to talk to You. You see, Mommy came to tuck me in, Like she does every night. I was trying to play a trick on her, Since she can't see without the light. I was going to close my eyes And pretend to be asleep. But when I heard her crying, I didn't dare let out a peep. She started talking to you, God. Did You hear the things she said? Could You hear what she was saying As she stood beside my bed? Why would Mommy be so sad? I wondered just what I had done, And then I began to remember it all As she named them one by one ... This morning we worked in the garden, But, honest, I really didn't know That if I picked all those little yellow blooms The tomatoes wouldn't grow! Charlie and I were trying to be helpers, 'Cause I know that's what Mommy needs, But I don't think she was too happy with us When we pulled up carrots instead of weeds. Mommy said we should stop for the day, She decided we had helped quite enough. I sure had worked up an appetite ... I didn't know gardening was so tough! We had peanut-butter and jelly for lunch, And I shared too much, I guess ... But I didn't realize until I was done That Charlie had made such a mess. Mommy said she needed a nap, She had one of her headaches today. She told me to keep an eye on my sister And find something quiet to play. Well, God, do You remember all those curls You gave my little sister Jenny? We played barber shop ... very quietly ... And now, well, she doesn't have any. Boy, was Mommy mad at me ... I had to go sit on my bed. She said never to cut "people hair" again. I guess I'll practice on Charlie instead. We sat and watched poor old Albert, I just knew he must be so bored Going round and round in the same place all day, Wouldn't You think so, Lord? I didn't think it would hurt to let him out for awhile. I mean, mice need exercise, too. By the way, have You seen Albert lately? He's been sort of missing since two. Mommy sent us outside for the rest of the day. She said we needed fresh air. But when Daddy came home she told him he was trying to get something out of her hair. We thought Mommy needed cheering up, So we decided to brighten her day. But, God, did You see the look on her face When we gave her that pretty bouquet? We had gotten a little bit dirty, So Mommy said to get in the tub. "Use soap this time," she reminded, "And please don't forget to scrub." Charlie didn't like the water too much, But I lathered up real good. I knew Mommy would be so proud of me For cleaning up like I should. I went downstairs to the table, But during dinner it started to rain ... I'd forgotten to turn off the water, it seems, And I hadn't unplugged the drain! I decided right then it was just about time To start getting ready for bed, When Mommy said, "It's sure been a long day," And her face began turning all red. I lay there listening to Mommy As she told You about our day. I thought about all of the things I had done And I wondered what I should say. I was just about to tell her That I'd been awake all along, And ask her to please forgive me For all of those thing I'd done wrong. When suddenly, I heard her whisper, "God, forgive me for today ... For not being more understanding When those problems came my way ... For not handling situations In the way You wanted me to ... For getting angry and losing my temper, Things I know You don't want me to do. And, God, please give me more patience, Help me make it through another day, I'll do better tomorrow, I promise ... In Jesus' name I pray." Wiping her eyes, she kissed me And knelt here beside my bed. She stroked my hair for a little while ... "I love you, precious," Mommy said. She left the room without ever knowing That I'd been awake all the time. And God, could we make it our little secret? You know, just Yours and mine? I'm sorry I was so much trouble today, I really didn't mean to be ... Daddy says it's tough being a kid sometimes, But I think it's harder on Mommy than me. Well, goodnight, God. Thanks for listening. It's sure nice to know You're there. I feel so much better when I talk to You 'Cause You always hear my prayer. And I'll do better tomorrow, I promise ... Just You wait and see! I'll try not to be so much trouble again, But, God, please give more patience to Mommy ... ... just in case! »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« You're Just Jealous Because The Voices Are Talking To Me Richiele Sloan ICQ #63829109 (Missi) »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

> Maybe you need a little red house-wagon to cart your acquariums. Then > you could just slide them onto an upside down box or whatever, until > hubby can lift them into place. And hide the psych books, to much > knowledge for a husband is a dangerous thing (comes back to haunt you)! > LOL Now that's funny! I also like to garden. I bought a little red wagon to haul around my tools, pots and plants. It's the best investment ever! Plus I finally have my very own little red wagon! Janis Next comes a pony!! NOT

The Things You Didn't Know About Sex (Cosmopolitan, October 1996) THE LONG AND THE SHORT: According to the Kinsey Institute, the biggest erect penis on record measures 13 inches. The smallest tops off at 1 3/4 inches. HOTDOG HELPERS: The Caramoja tribe of northern Uganda tie a weight on the end of their penises to elongate them--sometimes to such a degree that the men literally have to knot them up--while the Mambas of New Hebrides wrap theirs in yards and yards of cloth, making them look up to 17 inches long. DOUBLE TROUBLE In 1609, a doctor named Wecker found a corpse in Bologna with two penises. Since then, there have been eighty documented cases of men similarly endowed. SO LONG THE NIGHT: Among the Mangaians of Polynesia, 18-year-old couples make love an avaerage of three times a night, every night, until their thirties, when the weekly average drops to a mere 14. FAST LANE: The maximum speed at which erotic sensations travel from skin to brain has been clocked at 156 miles per hour. COITUS SEMI-INTERRUPTUS: A honeymooning couple are suing Holiday Inn for ten thousand dollars, claiming their sex life is now dysfunctional because an employee mistakenly walked in on them on their wedding night. LES LIAISONS DANGEREUSES: At least 500 Americans die each year from asphyxia in an attempt to lessen oxygen flow to the brain in order to induce a more powerful orgasm. NOBLESSE OBLIGE: England's King Edward VII, a man of considerable heft, had a special table built so that he could comfortably engage in sexual intercourse. It was considered elegant for aristocratic ladies of the sixteenth century to let their pubic hair grow as long as possible so it could be pomaded and adorned with bows and ribbon. In fourteenth-century Europe, high-ranking noblemen were permitted to display their genitals below a short tunic, while those not impressively endowed could, if they chose, wear a leather falsie called a braquette. MISSIONARIES TAKE NOTE: Given today's average frequency of sexual intercourse, it would take the typical American couple more than four years to try every one of the 529 positions described in the Kama Sutra. GALLIC WAY OF DEATH: French President Francois Faure expired in a bordello in 1899 during the act of copulation, which so terrified his lady of the evening that her vagina constricted intractably, necessitating the surgical removal of the dead man's member. JUST SAY HOWDY: When men of the Walibri tribe of central Australia greet each other, they shake penises instead of hands. BONBON MOTS: "There may be some things that are better than sex, and their m ay be some things that are worse. But there is nothing exactly like it." --W.C. Fields O *    O *O    *   O O *      * O <º)(((((~((((((>>>< * <º)((((~((((>< kissy_fishy

Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow Each day a memory of you The smile you used to wear Laughter that you left us It echoes through the air We think of you so often With love within our hearts We smile and say we love you These feelings never part So many hearts were broken When you left this earth Our love for you keeps growing Your life had so much worth Each day a sweet remembrance With a special kind of love Know that you are guarding us In your home now up above Knowing that we love you Remembering we care Your family gathered always With special love and prayer Hear our voices daily They sing your special praise The music rises swiftly On clouds of love God made. ~ Francine Pucillo ~ Don't cry for us though We are not here. We have not gone away. We are right there beside you Every minute of the day. Although at times you may Not see us, We are right there when You stumble and hold you Tightly so you don't fall. We did not want to leave you. By now you know that very well. Now we are your Guardian Angels Watching over you night & day. So please don't cry all those Tears for we have not gone away. --Unknown

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Hi: In light of losing all of my information and having to start over again, I have decided to unsubscribe from all list to which I belong. Please feel free to contact me by private e-mail any time you like. I'm just out of the genealogy business for a time. Thanks for having me. Bill Covey Author of Watson Is Where It Wuz http://billcovey.50megs.com

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This is so good to hear Pat. {{{{{{{{{Debs&Pat}}}}}}}}}} I'll send you Adettes addy. love you, kath > Debs had a really great day today!

> Today is Sunday, May 27th, the 147th day of 2001. > There are 218 days left in the year. Thank you Munchkin. kath

Today is Sunday, May 27th, the 147th day of 2001. There are 218 days left in the year. Today's Highlight in History: On May 27th, 1937, the newly completed Golden Gate Bridge connecting San Francisco and Marin County, California, was opened to the public. On this date: In 1647, the first recorded American execution of a "witch" took place in Massachusetts. In 1818, American reformer Amelia Jenks Bloomer, who popularized the garment that bears her name -- "bloomers" -- was born in Homer, New York. In 1896, 255 people were killed when a tornado struck St. Louis, Missouri, and East St. Louis, Illinois. In 1935, the Supreme Court struck down the National Industrial Recovery Act. In 1936, the Cunard liner "Queen Mary" left England on its maiden voyage. In 1941, amid rising world tensions, President Roosevelt proclaimed an "unlimited national emergency." In 1941, the British navy sank the German battleship "Bismarck" off France, with a loss of 2300 lives. In 1964, independent India's first prime minister, Jawaharlal Nehru, died. In 1985, in Beijing, representatives of Britain and China exchanged instruments of ratification on the pact returning Hong Kong to the Chinese in 1997. In 1994, Nobel Prize-winning author Alexander Solzhenitsyn returned to Russia to the emotional cheers of thousands after two decades in exile. Ten years ago: In a commencement speech at Yale University, President Bush announced he would ask Congress to extend most-favored-nation trade benefits to China for another year. Ethiopia ordered its troops to lay down their arms in the face of a rebel advance. Five years ago: Russian President Boris Yeltsin negotiated a cease-fire to the war in Chechnya in his first meeting with the rebels' leader. One year ago: Freight cars loaded with hazardous chemicals crashed and exploded in Eunice, Louisiana, forcing the evacuation of thousands. Today's Birthdays: Novelist Herman Wouk is 86. Actor Christopher Lee is 79. Former Secretary of State Henry Kissinger is 78. Actress Lee Meriwether is 66. Musician Ramsey Lewis is 66. Actor Louis Gossett Jr. is 65. Rhythm-and-blues singer Raymond Sanders (The Persuasions) is 62. Country singer Don Williams is 62. Actor Bruce Weitz is 58. Singer Cilla Black is 58. Senator Christopher Dodd (Democrat, Connecticut) is 57. Singer Bruce Cockburn is 56. Actor Richard Schiff ("The West Wing") is 46. Singer Siouxsie Sioux (Siouxsie and the Banshees) is 44. Rock musician Eddie Harsch (The Black Crowes) is 44. Rock singer-musician Neil Finn (The Finn Brothers) is 43. Actress Peri Gilpin is 40. Actress Cathy Silvers is 40. Actor Todd Bridges is 36. Rock musician Sean Kinney (Alice In Chains) is 35. Actor Dondre Whitfield is 32. Rock singer-musician Brian Desveaux (Nine Days) is 30. Rhythm-and-blues singer Left Eye (TLC) is 30. Rapper Dre (Outkast) is 27. "History is not, of course, a cookbook offering pretested recipes. It teaches by analogy, not by maxims. It can illuminate the consequences of actions in comparable situations, yet each generation must discover for itself what situations are in fact comparable." -- Henry Kissinger. (Copyright 2001 by The Associated Press. All Rights Reserved.)

What you are doing is wonderful! Perhaps you would not be able to keep up in another area. The animals need help too, and you can do that, and with love and concern. We recently won a battle to stop construction to protect the desert torts here. Maybe you need a little red house-wagon to cart your acquariums. Then you could just slide them onto an upside down box or whatever, until hubby can lift them into place. And hide the psych books, to much knowledge for a husband is a dangerous thing (comes back to haunt you)! Pat Las Vegas Turk McGee wrote: > Sometimes I think maybe I should put this energy into children or old > folks. > But the plain fact is I'm disabled. I can't lift more that 15 pounds, > I > can't stay on my feet too long. Yesterday I carried a 35 gallon tall > aquarium into the herp room... maybe all of 7 feet. No biggie. Today I > have > been in agony from my back and with an irate hubby... YOU ARE IN > DENIAL!! > .... I never should have taught him psych talk!! LOL Yes, I want to > just be > me but I can't. Dammit!! > > The critters I will be breeding are endangered. I'm working to save > species. > (Plus have fun on the side. Hehehehe) Therefore, I'm doing good work > that > can tolerate me taking a day off to just lay down. Kids can't > understand!! > >

Thanks for sharing, Elsie. My stepdad was stationed on an atoll in the Pacific. His stories were fascinating. His opinion about the bomb was the same. We had no choice, and at least they were warned. When I was young (and they had the draft) most young men who had no clearcut plans for their future, went into the military and found school, job training, direction, discipline. Now they live at home, don't work, and don't do anything else. In my opinion, the draft was not all bad. Pat Las Vegas Elsie Davis wrote: > Pat, > I remember Sad Sack. I was 9 when the war started for us in 1941. > Now who's dating herself. <g> > We have a whole shelf full of them, all in paperback of course. My > husband was in the Philippines during WW2. He is a bit older than I > am. > He wasn't allowed to attend his own HS graduation. They drafted him > right in HS, allowed him to finish the year, but he couldn't stay for > the > ceremony. Those were rough times I think. > Our boys loved to read those books. They did ask him about the > Atomic > Bomb and how he felt about it. He said, if they hadn't dropped that > bomb > when they did, he wouldn't be here today. > This is a long time of memories being brought back now days. One > of my > students in my Sunday School class and his wife went back to a 60 yr. > reunion of the sub that he served on during the war. I didn't know > much about > them myself. Only what I saw in movies, etc. To know someone who > actually > was serving on one is quite a thrill. > Oh how precious are our memories. > Love ya, > Elsie >

Just a Simple Soldier He was getting old and paunchy and his hair was falling fast - And he sat around the Legion telling stories of the past. Of a war that he had fought in, and the deeds that he had done In his exploits with his buddies; they were heroes, everyone. And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors, his tales became a joke, All his buddies listened, for they knew whereof he spoke. But we'll hear his tales no longer, for old Bob has passed away, And the world's a little poorer, for a soldier died today. No, he won't be mourned by many, just his children and his wife, For he lived an ordinary, very quiet sort of life, He held a job and raised a family, quietly going on his way; And the world won't note his passing; 'tho a soldier died today. When politicians leave this earth, their bodies lie in state, While thousands note their passing and proclaim that they were great, Papers tell of their life stories from the time that they were young, But the passing of a soldier goes unnoticed, and unsung. Is the greatest contribution to the welfare of our land Some jerk who breaks his promise and cons his fellow man? Or the ordinary fellow who in times of war and strife, Goes off to serve his Country and offers up his life? The politician's stipend and the style in which he lives Are sometimes disproportionate to the services he gives, While the ordinary soldier, who offered up his all, Is paid off with a medal, and perhaps a pension small. It's so easy to forget them, for it was so long ago That our Bob's and Jim's and Johnny's went to battle, but we know It was not the politicians, with their compromise and ploys, Who won for us the freedom that our country now enjoys. Should you find yourself in danger with your enemies at hand, Would you really want some cop-out with his ever waffling stand? Or would you want a soldier who has sworn to defend His home, his kin, and country, and would fight until the end? He was just a common soldier and his ranks are growing thin But his presence should remind us, we may need his like again. For when countries are in conflict, then we find the soldier's part Is to clean up all the troubles that the politicians start. If we cannot do him honor while he's here to hear the praise, Then at least let's give him homage at the ending of his days. Perhaps just a simple headline in the paper that might say: OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING, FOR A SOLDIER DIED TODAY. ~ Author Unkown

Pat Childs wrote: > I just love the joy you have with all your critters. Thank you so much > for sharing it all. > > Pat > Las Vegas Sometimes I think maybe I should put this energy into children or old folks. But the plain fact is I'm disabled. I can't lift more that 15 pounds, I can't stay on my feet too long. Yesterday I carried a 35 gallon tall aquarium into the herp room... maybe all of 7 feet. No biggie. Today I have been in agony from my back and with an irate hubby... YOU ARE IN DENIAL!! .... I never should have taught him psych talk!! LOL Yes, I want to just be me but I can't. Dammit!! The critters I will be breeding are endangered. I'm working to save species. (Plus have fun on the side. Hehehehe) Therefore, I'm doing good work that can tolerate me taking a day off to just lay down. Kids can't understand!!