Daddy's Little Girl Her hair up in a pony tail, her favourite dress tied with a bow Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone. But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say What to tell her classmates, on the Daddy's Day But still her mommy worried, for her to face this day alone and that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home. But the little girl went to school, eager to tell them all about a dad she never sees, a dad who never calls There were daddies along the wall in back for everyone to meet Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats One by one the teacher called, a student from the class to introduce their daddy as seconds slowly passed. At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare Each of them were searching, for a man who wasn't there "Where's her daddy at?" she heard a boy call out "She probably doesn't have one,"another student dared to shout And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say "Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day." The words did not offend her, as she smiled at her friends And looked back at her teacher who told her to begin. And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak and out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique. "My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away. But I know he wishes he could, be with me on this day." "And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know All about my Daddy, and how much he loves me so." "He loved to tell me stories, he taught me to ride my bike. He surprised me with pink roses and taught me to fly a kite." "We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone. and though you cannot see him, I'm not standing here alone." "Cause my Daddy's always with me, even though we are far apart. I know because he told me, he'll forever be here in my heart." With that her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favourite dress. And from some where in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years For she stood up for the love, of a man not in her life doing what was best for her, doing what was right. And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd She finished with a voice so soft but its message clear and loud. " I love my Daddy very much, he's my shining star, and if he could he'd be here but heavens much to far." "but sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away." And then she closed her eyes, and she saw him there that day. And to her mother's amazement she witnessed with surprise A room full of Daddies and Children all starting to close their eyes. Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside Perhaps for merely a second they saw him at her side. "I know you're with me Daddy," to the silence she called out And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt Not one in that room could explain it for each of their eyes had been closed but there placed on her desk was a beautiful pink rose. And a child was blessed, if only a moment, by the love her shining bright star and given the gift of believing that Heaven is never to far. For all the children that have lost their Daddy or Mommy in the tragedy of 9-11. Always remember they will be in your hearts. »§««:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«<*}}><FI§HY><))*>«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« Think positive. If you fall in the creek, check your pockets for FISH Richiele 'Marie YAHOO Messenger kissy_fishy »§««:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«<*}}><FI§HY><))*>«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

Gone Fishin' By David Clinton Matz It was my third year of trying to create the perfect lawn. I was doing quite well this summer. I'd reseeded the bare spots from winter's ravages. I'd found just the right grass seed for our soil conditions. I'd created a sprinkler system that worked well for both the lawn and for entertaining my four children. All was going well, until one day I noticed several sprouting dandelions. 'No problem,' I thought. I hurried to the store and bought an herbicide. I figured that by the next weekend, I'd have those yellow devils whipped. But when I got home, I took a closer look at the instructions. Reading the cautionary statements made me shudder; we live in a rural area with a nearby pond and have cats and dogs and children. I didn't want to inflict toxic chemicals on any of them. So I made the mixture weaker than the directions called for. Weak and ineffective: By the next weekend, those tough little dandelions didn't have so much as a withered leaf. I had promised my four-year old daughter Kayla we'd go fishing on Saturday. Kayla loves to fish and is very good at it. But when Saturday arrived, I found the little yellow splotches in my lawn had multiplied. 'I'll have to deal with the dandelions before we go fishing,' I told myself. 'The lawn is less than half an acre; how long can it take?' With screwdriver and garbage sack in hand, I attacked the pesky weeds. "Pickin' flowers, Daddy?" Kayla asked. "Yes, dear," I said, digging furiously at a tough root. "I'll help," she offered. "I'll give some to Mommy." "Go ahead, sweetie," I answered. "There's plenty." An hour passed, and the yellow splotches still remained. "You said we's going fishin' today," Kayla complained. "Yes, I know, dear," I said. "Just a little more flower picking, okay?" "I'll get the fish poles," Kayla announced. I labored on, prying up one stubborn root after another. "I found some worms under a rock, Daddy," Kayla piped up. "I put them in a cup. Are you ready?" "Almost, honey." More minutes dragged by. "You picked 'nough flowers, Daddy," Kayla insisted impatiently. "Okay, honey, just a few more," I promised. But I couldn't stop. The compulsion to finish the job was overwhelming. A few minutes later, a tap came on my shoulder. "Make a wish, Daddy!" Kayla chirped. As I turned, Kayla took a big breath, puffed, and sent a thousand baby dandelion seeds into the air. I picked her up and kissed her, and we headed for the fish pond. .·:*´¨`*:·..·:*´¨`*:·. *: * Richiele * * *·. .·* `*·-:¦:-*´ ³´`*:»§«:*´`³

They're Watching Me By Jim Warda The answer was right in front of my eyes. Over the last few weeks, I was deeply discouraged, not knowing if I'd ever make my dream come true of becoming a full-time professional writer and speaker. But, today, I realized that I can't even think about surrender. Because I'm being watched. In fact, six eyes are watching almost every move I make. Two of them belong to my son Jeremy. He's nine now and looking to see how I make my way through the world, how I deal with failure and the moments when I decide whether to keep trying. Two eyes belong to my son Matthew. He's four but already learning how to be a man from watching me. And, every misstep I make shows somehow in his face. Because, to him, I must seem twenty feet tall. And two eyes belong to my daughter Alexandra. She's still an infant but I believe she'll learn much about boys and men from how I treat her and her mom, and about what it is that makes a good man. And, above all, I want to be a good man. So, here I was, thinking about giving in to discouragement. But if I do, what then? What will I be teaching my children? Will I be showing them that it's O.K. to give up when it gets hard? Will I be telling them that, sometimes, dreams don't come true no matter what you do? And what afternoons of laughter will I give to those who said I couldn't do it and was a fool to even try? Well, you know, I'm not going to do that. Because my father taught me to be strong and true. And my mother taught me to be kind and compassionate. I learned from the pages of their lives. So, I'll fight on. Because my children are watching. And learning. .·:*´¨`*:·..·:*´¨`*:·. *: * Richiele * * *·. .·* `*·-:¦:-*´ ³´`*:»§«:*´`³

Geraniums of Love By Harriet Xanthakos As the fifth of seven children, I went to the same public school as my three older sisters and brother. Every year, my mother went to the same pageant and had parent/child interviews with the same teachers. The only thing different was the child. And every child participated in an old school tradition - the annual plant sale held in early May, just in time for Mother's Day. Third grade was the first time that I was allowed to take part in the plant sale. I wanted to surprise my mother, but I didn't have any money. I went to my oldest sister and shared the secret, and she gave me some money. When I arrived at the plant sale, I carefully made my selection. I agonized over that decision, inspecting each plant to ensure that I had indeed found the best geranium. Once I had smuggled it home, with the help of my sister, I hid it on the upstairs neighbor's porch. I was very afraid my mother would find it before Mother's Day, but my sister assured me that she wouldn't, and indeed she did not. When Mother's Day arrived, I was bursting with pride when I gave her that geranium. I remember how bright her eyes were, and how delighted she was with my gift. The year I was fifteen, my younger sister reached third grade. In early May she came to me full of wonder and secrecy and told me that there was going to be a plant sale at school, and she wanted to surprise our mother. Like my older sister did for me, I gave her some money and off she went. She arrived home full of nervous excitement, the geranium hidden in a paper bag under her sweater. "I looked at every plant," she explained, "and I know I got the best one!" With a sweet sense of deju vu, I helped my little sister hide that geranium on the upstairs neighbor's porch, assuring her that our mother would not find it before Mother's Day. I was there when she gave my mother the geranium, and I watched them both bursting with pride and delight. It was like being in a dream I had already dreamed. My mother noticed me watching, and gave me a soft, secret smile. With a tug at my heart, I smiled back. I had been wondering how my mother could pretend to be surprised at this gift from her sixth child, but as I watched her eyes light up with delight as she was presented with that most precious gift, I knew she was not pretending. .·:*´¨`*:·..·:*´¨`*:·. *: * Richiele * * *·. .·* `*·-:¦:-*´ ³´`*:»§«:*´`³

Four Simple Words By Arthur Bowler One day after the terrorist attacks in New York, Washington and Pennsylvania, a man stood on the street of a foreign country with an American flag and a sign. I didn't really have time to look; I was busy and in a state of shock over the recent events. Yet something compelled me to stop. What did this man want to say about my country? Would I have to defend mom, apple pie and rock 'n' roll so far from home? I crossed the street. On his sign were four simple words I will never forget: "Wir alle sind Amerikaner." The country was Switzerland, and it is my second home. It is also stubbornly neutral and not even a member of the United Nations. Also neutral, in his own way, is Erwin Handschin, the man with the American flag and the sign. Not a member of any political party, union or club, he has never been to America and doesn't even speak English. This country and this man do not take positions, generally speaking. But on September 12, 2001, Herr Handschin woke up near Zurich and felt compelled to hold a one-man demonstration. Walking the streets of the largest Swiss city, he carried an American flag over his shoulder and a sign that proclaimed, "Wir alle sind Amerikaner." Many people congratulated him or clapped their approval. Because I speak German, I knew immediately what the words meant, but their deeper meaning only became clear a few minutes later. I introduced myself and a conversation developed. The sixty-year-old had gotten up early that morning and written his feelings down on a piece of paper. He wanted to show that his heart went out to Americans, that he had compassion for them in their time of grief and confusion. As we talked, the deeper meaning of his sign became apparent to me: What America stands for is what most people everywhere stand for. The spirit and the ideals of our country are what is best about being human. They are what men and women all over the world envy and identify with: freedom, democracy, courage, compassion. And yes, even rock 'n' roll. Today, the streets in Zurich are more or less back to normal. Bankers, barons and businessmen walk these noble strassen. Neutrality is secure. But as I stroll through the city these days, Erwin's nonneutral words accompany me: 'We are all Americans.' It is one reason why our country will prevail. The evening after his one-man demonstration, Erwin went back to his apartment, cooked some dinner and went to bed at around midnight. He didn't sleep right away; instead, he lay in bed and thought to himself, 'Today you did something good, something that embodies the spirit of people everywhere.' Indeed you did, Erwin. We are all Americans. .·:*´¨`*:·..·:*´¨`*:·. *: * Richiele * * *·. .·* `*·-:¦:-*´ ³´`*:»§«:*´`³

Yeah well the clubs did not shoot back :P this topic is bit offensive please drop thread ty missi > clubbing seals here in New Zealand a few years ago, about the same time > our cousins in America stopped shooting Indians. Small point but mention > it least it becomes follore. > > Cheers > .·:*´¨`*:·..·:*´¨`*:·. *: * Richiele * * *·. .·* `*·-:¦:-*´ ³´`*:»§«:*´`³

Have to share this one with my son. For the past 13 years he has had two 14-inch stainless steel rods bolted to his spine. Thanks for the Lidocaine patch info. Sometimes he has serious pain. They gave Deb Lidocaine IV at the last but did not know it came in a patch for other uses. Pat Las Vegas Kath wrote: > LOL~! :-) We would shut down the metal scanner~! :-) > Caleb has a titanium rod in his leg and told the airport security > guard in a stage whisper, "I got a rod". LOL > The security guy got the strangest look on his face. I jumped in > quick and explained what he meant. > I know I've told that before. LOL :-) Oh well, I don't get out much > anymore. :-) >

Janis, they are researching Fosamax for OI. Cool~! :-) Girlfriend you are in the know. :-) from the OI newsletter "Breakthrough" http://www.oif.org/Research2.htm >>>Thirty-nine researchers from laboratories throughout the USA, plus key investigators from Canada and Ireland were invited to come to Chicago, IL and share their knowledge, results and current research questions. More than 20% of the researchers received OI Foundation funding during their early careers and almost a third of those present are members of the OI Foundation’s prestigious Medical Advisory Council. The meeting focused on 4 key areas: bisphosphonate therapy, ribozymes for gene therapy, transplantation and other novel approaches to therapy, and bone biology. • Discussion on bisphosphonate therapy focused on unresolved aspects of administering the drug to OI patients. What are the long term effects on growth and bone tissue? Is the response of long bone different from the response of vertebral bodies? If bisphosphonates are beneficial, when should they be started and how long should administration continue? Many answers may come from a double-blind study of Fosamax (an oral bisphosphonate) in children with OI being conducted by Shriners’ Hospitals and from controlled trials of bisphosphonate treatment in mouse models for OI. All agreed that bisphosphonate therapy does decrease bone pain. There are many new bisphosphonate formulations being tested now. Some of these are more potent and can be administered more quickly, with longer intervals between doses. <<<snip<<< ----- Original Message ----- From: "Turk McGee" <turkm.turkmcgee@verizon.net> To: <FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Friday, April 05, 2002 8:11 PM Subject: Re: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] My kinda fun Kaffie sweetie, one day about a month ago I was dead serious about why bother going on! I can't lift over 10 pounds and I have two grands that are more than double that. I couldn't cook, read, concentrate, nothing! Like why bother? I'm only comfortable now because I turned into a savage patient. Fix it or I'll KILL you!! If you are spazing, I'd ask for the neurotin. And the patchs. By gum they work! And I know how much the pins and screws object to being shaken around. *G* Got more than a few myself. Hey, want to have some fun? Let's fly somewhere!! I want to see us get through security. We'd set off every bell and whistle in the airport! LOL Oh, and don't metion soft bones! For that, get fosamax. It rebuilds bones. Another prescription. And take cod liver oil pills with the calcium. It absorbs more completely with the vitamin D in the diet. Just ask Doc Turk cause I'm doing the same thing. This stupid keyboard is sticking! Especially the nnn nn LMBO Makes for some funny spelling!! Turkles Kath wrote: > Janis, I can understand your euphoria. > I'm tickled they finally found something that works. > I'm a mess. I fractured 3 vertebrae when I was about twenty. Top <cervical>, middle, and bottom. (I never bothered to remember what number they are, but boy howdy, I can point at any given time to right where they are.) > With the right leg being so much shorter, (do to another fracture) it puts tremendous stress on my back. I wear a lift in my shoe, but it's > a Band-Aid approach at best. Now my bones have become soft and my spine is compressing. > Just when I thought it couldn't get worse. <G> > My back is in almost constant spasm. the moments when nothing hurts are rare. > Then with this knee deal, I'm about whipped. Of course it was my left leg, which was > pretty much my good leg up until then. <LOL> It started doing a crazy thing even before the fall though, > it will spasm and shake for 5 or 6 seconds, involuntarily out of the clear blue. Sometimes repeatedly. > It is happening more and more often and driving me up the wall. > Hurts like hell with the knee fracture and the cramping afterwards. > All that wire and pins and screws prefer to be left alone, not shaken violently. Sleep~? Fahgedahbowdit~! > I have always been fairly stoic where pain is involved and have a pretty high threshold, but I am about done with > this day in day out ordeal. Uncle all ready for Pete's sake. > There has to be something that can be done.......some relief ?? > Didn't mean to rant. > Looking forward to seeing you around more Turklet. :-) > {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Janis}}}}}}}}}}}}}} > kaffie ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== "Folklore Family" Listresses Missi Richiele3@aol.com & Kath Mzmouser@attbi.com »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

LOL~! :-) We would shut down the metal scanner~! :-) Caleb has a titanium rod in his leg and told the airport security guard in a stage whisper, "I got a rod". LOL The security guy got the strangest look on his face. I jumped in quick and explained what he meant. I know I've told that before. LOL :-) Oh well, I don't get out much anymore. :-) I need some of those savage patient skills. :-) Savage Patient 101 LOL :-) The soft bones are from the OI. It affects the collagen. So any place in the bod that has Collagen has problems. I will certainly check out the fosamax. Calcium supplements don't work, cause the collagen is the problem and the bones are the result. Extra calcium just gets thrown off and creates lovely kidney stones. <joy> I feel better today. Cut on my hair and that always perks me up. I did a crappy job of it, but hey, can't have evrything. <heehee> :-) Thanks for letting me rant Dr. T. :-) {{{{{{{{{{{{{Janis}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} kaffie Kaffie sweetie, one day about a month ago I was dead serious about why bother going on! I can't lift over 10 pounds and I have two grands that are more than double that. I couldn't cook, read, concentrate, nothing! Like why bother? I'm only comfortable now because I turned into a savage patient. Fix it or I'll KILL you!! If you are spazing, I'd ask for the neurotin. And the patchs. By gum they work! And I know how much the pins and screws object to being shaken around. *G* Got more than a few myself. Hey, want to have some fun? Let's fly somewhere!! I want to see us get through security. We'd set off every bell and whistle in the airport! LOL Oh, and don't metion soft bones! For that, get fosamax. It rebuilds bones. Another prescription. And take cod liver oil pills with the calcium. It absorbs more completely with the vitamin D in the diet. Just ask Doc Turk cause I'm doing the same thing. This stupid keyboard is sticking! Especially the nnn nn LMBO Makes for some funny spelling!! Turkles Kath wrote: > Janis, I can understand your euphoria. > I'm tickled they finally found something that works. > I'm a mess. I fractured 3 vertebrae when I was about twenty. Top <cervical>, middle, and bottom. (I never bothered to remember what number they are, but boy howdy, I can point at any given time to right where they are.) > With the right leg being so much shorter, (do to another fracture) it puts tremendous stress on my back. I wear a lift in my shoe, but it's > a Band-Aid approach at best. Now my bones have become soft and my spine is compressing. > Just when I thought it couldn't get worse. <G> > My back is in almost constant spasm. the moments when nothing hurts are rare. > Then with this knee deal, I'm about whipped. Of course it was my left leg, which was > pretty much my good leg up until then. <LOL> It started doing a crazy thing even before the fall though, > it will spasm and shake for 5 or 6 seconds, involuntarily out of the clear blue. Sometimes repeatedly. > It is happening more and more often and driving me up the wall. > Hurts like hell with the knee fracture and the cramping afterwards. > All that wire and pins and screws prefer to be left alone, not shaken violently. Sleep~? Fahgedahbowdit~! > I have always been fairly stoic where pain is involved and have a pretty high threshold, but I am about done with > this day in day out ordeal. Uncle all ready for Pete's sake. > There has to be something that can be done.......some relief ?? > Didn't mean to rant. > Looking forward to seeing you around more Turklet. :-) > {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Janis}}}}}}}}}}}}}} > kaffie ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== "Folklore Family" Listresses Missi Richiele3@aol.com & Kath Mzmouser@attbi.com »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

Kaffie sweetie, one day about a month ago I was dead serious about why bother going on! I can't lift over 10 pounds and I have two grands that are more than double that. I couldn't cook, read, concentrate, nothing! Like why bother? I'm only comfortable now because I turned into a savage patient. Fix it or I'll KILL you!! If you are spazing, I'd ask for the neurotin. And the patchs. By gum they work! And I know how much the pins and screws object to being shaken around. *G* Got more than a few myself. Hey, want to have some fun? Let's fly somewhere!! I want to see us get through security. We'd set off every bell and whistle in the airport! LOL Oh, and don't metion soft bones! For that, get fosamax. It rebuilds bones. Another prescription. And take cod liver oil pills with the calcium. It absorbs more completely with the vitamin D in the diet. Just ask Doc Turk cause I'm doing the same thing. This stupid keyboard is sticking! Especially the nnn nn LMBO Makes for some funny spelling!! Turkles Kath wrote: > Janis, I can understand your euphoria. > I'm tickled they finally found something that works. > I'm a mess. I fractured 3 vertebrae when I was about twenty. Top <cervical>, middle, and bottom. (I never bothered to remember what number they are, but boy howdy, I can point at any given time to right where they are.) > With the right leg being so much shorter, (do to another fracture) it puts tremendous stress on my back. I wear a lift in my shoe, but it's > a Band-Aid approach at best. Now my bones have become soft and my spine is compressing. > Just when I thought it couldn't get worse. <G> > My back is in almost constant spasm. the moments when nothing hurts are rare. > Then with this knee deal, I'm about whipped. Of course it was my left leg, which was > pretty much my good leg up until then. <LOL> It started doing a crazy thing even before the fall though, > it will spasm and shake for 5 or 6 seconds, involuntarily out of the clear blue. Sometimes repeatedly. > It is happening more and more often and driving me up the wall. > Hurts like hell with the knee fracture and the cramping afterwards. > All that wire and pins and screws prefer to be left alone, not shaken violently. Sleep~? Fahgedahbowdit~! > I have always been fairly stoic where pain is involved and have a pretty high threshold, but I am about done with > this day in day out ordeal. Uncle all ready for Pete's sake. > There has to be something that can be done.......some relief ?? > Didn't mean to rant. > Looking forward to seeing you around more Turklet. :-) > {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Janis}}}}}}}}}}}}}} > kaffie

Janis, I can understand your euphoria. I'm tickled they finally found something that works. I'm a mess. I fractured 3 vertebrae when I was about twenty. Top <cervical>, middle, and bottom. (I never bothered to remember what number they are, but boy howdy, I can point at any given time to right where they are.) With the right leg being so much shorter, (do to another fracture) it puts tremendous stress on my back. I wear a lift in my shoe, but it's a Band-Aid approach at best. Now my bones have become soft and my spine is compressing. Just when I thought it couldn't get worse. <G> My back is in almost constant spasm. the moments when nothing hurts are rare. Then with this knee deal, I'm about whipped. Of course it was my left leg, which was pretty much my good leg up until then. <LOL> It started doing a crazy thing even before the fall though, it will spasm and shake for 5 or 6 seconds, involuntarily out of the clear blue. Sometimes repeatedly. It is happening more and more often and driving me up the wall. Hurts like hell with the knee fracture and the cramping afterwards. All that wire and pins and screws prefer to be left alone, not shaken violently. Sleep~? Fahgedahbowdit~! I have always been fairly stoic where pain is involved and have a pretty high threshold, but I am about done with this day in day out ordeal. Uncle all ready for Pete's sake. There has to be something that can be done.......some relief ?? Didn't mean to rant. Looking forward to seeing you around more Turklet. :-) {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Janis}}}}}}}}}}}}}} kaffie It's a strange combination, sweetie. I'm taking neurontin. That's a drug usually prescribed for epilepsy. However, the docs working with MS patients discovered it controls severe cramping pain. That describes my back to a tee. 3 days ago I couldn't walk well or sit here or do anything but lay on a heating pad. Today I'm playing with wild snakes again. I'm also using the lidocane patch. That's another gift from heaven. The middle fractures, L4 and L5, are the pain producers. The patch knocks out the pain. What a joy to be able to function again!! Honest, I've been nothing but an invalid until now. That's why I haven't been here much. Uh oh!! I'm back!! (((((((((((((((Kaffie)))))))))))))) Turkles Kath wrote: > LOL~! :-) Turkie Gal, when I read the subject line, I *knew* this was gonna have something about critters in it. :-) > Sounds like almost way too much fun. :-) > Great to hear of your adventure. > What are those new meds by the way.....I think I'd like to give them a try. > HUGS, > kaffie

It's a strange combination, sweetie. I'm taking neurontin. That's a drug usually prescribed for epilepsy. However, the docs working with MS patients discovered it controls severe cramping pain. That describes my back to a tee. 3 days ago I couldn't walk well or sit here or do anything but lay on a heating pad. Today I'm playing with wild snakes again. I'm also using the lidocane patch. That's another gift from heaven. The middle fractures, L4 and L5, are the pain producers. The patch knocks out the pain. What a joy to be able to function again!! Honest, I've been nothing but an invalid until now. That's why I haven't been here much. Uh oh!! I'm back!! (((((((((((((((Kaffie)))))))))))))) Turkles Kath wrote: > LOL~! :-) Turkie Gal, when I read the subject line, I *knew* this was gonna have something about critters in it. :-) > Sounds like almost way too much fun. :-) > Great to hear of your adventure. > What are those new meds by the way.....I think I'd like to give them a try. > HUGS, > kaffie

Mercy, mercy, life is getting worse and soooo much better! Final diagnosis - 5 fractured vertebae, spinal stenosis and edema around 2 fractures. BUT - I have new meds and I finally feel good! So good in fact that today I took plants outside and had an adventure. I was walking up the sidewalk by the front garden, chasing lizards all the way. And what did I suddenly terrify? An irate cobra! The snake stood tall and spread his yellow and black hood. Now, that's an unfriendly greeting. So I smacked him lightly on the hood. He immediately died. Belly up. Cool!! So I picked up the dead snake and it turned into an exploding steam engine, hisses like crazy! Well, I know how to fix that! I kissed him on the head! He then calmed down and we had a nice visit before I allowed him to go about his business and I about mine. Gawd, I love hognosed snakes!! Janis

{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Sharon}}}}}}}}}}}}} This last hospital stay there was an angel RN named Kathy. She took such good care of me. Best care of the entire stay. {{{{{{{{Kathy}}}}} Made such a difference. love, kath I do..I have been an ER nurse for nearly 30 years and I can tell you these observations are accurate and then some. I love my work and am so proud to be an RN. My mother and my Grandmother were nurses also. Sharon When friends meet, hearts warm...proverb

Way Cool~! Thanks Pat. HUGS, kath > Several planets are assembling toward a rare alignment later this month, > when five of them will crowd into a patch of sky > small enough that all will be visible in a single glance. The setup will > provide a planet-watching opportunity that won't be > repeated for a century. <<<

Hahahahaha~! :*) ROTFLMBO~! This is great Janis. Thanks. kath PS any updates on the poor little boy born without a body...? Did he ever get his puppy, ...or arms to hold it~? I don't think this guy liked his Polk speakers.... ====================================================== Description These are some truly horrible Polk multimedia speakers. They came with an HP computer I bought a year ago. They're bad, brutally so. I had speakers that sucked worse once- they came on my first PC in 1991. It was OK for speakers to suck in 1991. The funny thing is- there is nothing at all wrong with these speakers. They are in perfect working condition! That means.... they are supposed to suck. And boy-oh-boy do they ever! If I were the president of Polk I would insist that we not put out crap like this- let someone else do it. But I guess someone has to make low-end speakers. These will go great on your HP computer and sound really nice! Just kidding. But they'll be just as good as any other speakers of the same type. I see people actually buying these pieces of garbage on here, so here are mine. As an added inducement, because these speakers won't sell themselves, here's the deal Buy my speakers and I'll be your best friend! That's right, on a one time basis only when you have a fight with your girlfriend, or you wreck your car, or something else depresses you, you can call me and I'll listen to you and pretend I care for 17 minutes, while watching reruns on TV. (Additional minutes can be purchased separately. On eBay of course, this is not fee avoidance.) Two rules I will not talk dirty to you I will under no circumstances listen to you complain about the quality of your speakers So, if you're one of those people who are bidding on someone else's auction for these speakers- BUY MINE. Mine are just as good as theirs- they both suck. Payment by Paypal c2it by Citibank USPS Money Order Cashier checks Shipping is only $5.00, and in the U.S. only. This is a no reserve auction. As always, I'm happy to answer any questions. Thanks for your interest! I truly appreciate your stopping by!

LOL~! :-) Turkie Gal, when I read the subject line, I *knew* this was gonna have something about critters in it. :-) Sounds like almost way too much fun. :-) Great to hear of your adventure. What are those new meds by the way.....I think I'd like to give them a try. HUGS, kaffie Mercy, mercy, life is getting worse and soooo much better! Final diagnosis - 5 fractured vertebae, spinal stenosis and edema around 2 fractures. BUT - I have new meds and I finally feel good! So good in fact that today I took plants outside and had an adventure. I was walking up the sidewalk by the front garden, chasing lizards all the way. And what did I suddenly terrify? An irate cobra! The snake stood tall and spread his yellow and black hood. Now, that's an unfriendly greeting. So I smacked him lightly on the hood. He immediately died. Belly up. Cool!! So I picked up the dead snake and it turned into an exploding steam engine, hisses like crazy! Well, I know how to fix that! I kissed him on the head! He then calmed down and we had a nice visit before I allowed him to go about his business and I about mine. Gawd, I love hognosed snakes!! Janis ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== “second star to the right and straight on ‘til morning” »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

WOW! I got the piece of garbage HP printer that should go well with his speakers! Pat Las Vegas Turk McGee wrote: > I don't think this guy liked his Polk speakers.... > ====================================================== > > Description > > These are some truly horrible Polk multimedia speakers. They came with > > an HP computer I bought a year ago. They're bad, brutally so. I had > speakers that sucked worse once- they came on my first PC in 1991. It > was OK for speakers to suck in 1991. The funny thing is- there is > nothing at all wrong with these speakers. They are in perfect working > condition! That means.... they are supposed to suck. And boy-oh-boy do > > they ever! If I were the president of Polk I would insist that we not > put out crap like this- let someone else do it. But I guess someone > has > to make low-end speakers. > > These will go great on your HP computer and sound really nice! Just > kidding. But they'll be just as good as any other speakers of the same > > type. I see people actually buying these pieces of garbage on here, so > > here are mine. > > As an added inducement, because these speakers won't sell themselves, > here's the deal > > Buy my speakers and I'll be your best friend! That's right, on a one > time basis only when you have a fight with your girlfriend, or you > wreck > your car, or something else depresses you, you can call me and I'll > listen to you and pretend I care for 17 minutes, while watching reruns > > on TV. (Additional minutes can be purchased separately. On eBay of > course, this is not fee avoidance.) > > Two rules > > I will not talk dirty to you > I will under no circumstances listen to you complain about the quality > > of your speakers > > So, if you're one of those people who are bidding on someone else's > auction for these speakers- BUY MINE. Mine are just as good as theirs- > > they both suck. > > Payment by > > Paypal c2it by Citibank > USPS Money Order > Cashier checks > Shipping is only $5.00, and in the U.S. only. > This is a no reserve auction. > As always, I'm happy to answer any questions. Thanks for your > interest! > I truly appreciate your stopping by! > > ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== > "Folklore Family" Listresses > Missi Richiele3@aol.com & Kath Mzmouser@attbi.com > »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

Guess I'm a little dense today. Took me a few minutes to figure this out. I think it's hysterical. And, you're right. That guy really was not a happy camper. Phyllis in NJ > I don't think this guy liked his Polk speakers.... > > >====================================================== > >

I don't think this guy liked his Polk speakers.... ====================================================== Description These are some truly horrible Polk multimedia speakers. They came with an HP computer I bought a year ago. They're bad, brutally so. I had speakers that sucked worse once- they came on my first PC in 1991. It was OK for speakers to suck in 1991. The funny thing is- there is nothing at all wrong with these speakers. They are in perfect working condition! That means.... they are supposed to suck. And boy-oh-boy do they ever! If I were the president of Polk I would insist that we not put out crap like this- let someone else do it. But I guess someone has to make low-end speakers. These will go great on your HP computer and sound really nice! Just kidding. But they'll be just as good as any other speakers of the same type. I see people actually buying these pieces of garbage on here, so here are mine. As an added inducement, because these speakers won't sell themselves, here's the deal Buy my speakers and I'll be your best friend! That's right, on a one time basis only when you have a fight with your girlfriend, or you wreck your car, or something else depresses you, you can call me and I'll listen to you and pretend I care for 17 minutes, while watching reruns on TV. (Additional minutes can be purchased separately. On eBay of course, this is not fee avoidance.) Two rules I will not talk dirty to you I will under no circumstances listen to you complain about the quality of your speakers So, if you're one of those people who are bidding on someone else's auction for these speakers- BUY MINE. Mine are just as good as theirs- they both suck. Payment by Paypal c2it by Citibank USPS Money Order Cashier checks Shipping is only $5.00, and in the U.S. only. This is a no reserve auction. As always, I'm happy to answer any questions. Thanks for your interest! I truly appreciate your stopping by!