Evie, Obama's Transgender Ex-Nanny, Reveals Lifetime Of Torment In Indonesia

For what it is worth, without comment from me.

Rami

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/03/05/evie-obamas-transge...

As mentioned before, my roommate Tanya is a girlscout troop leader. She got the call that the cookies are in and now in the living room is thirty cases of cookies. This is cruel and mean of her because o am a chocoltarian. Yes, my religion is based around the many forms of chocolate. Now there about 40 boxes of somoas in the living room and I have been threatened with bodily harm if a single cookies somehow manages to disappear.

This is torture. She was smart enough to leave the thin mints in the trunk of her car

I had not intended this when I started writing "Six Forty-five", but its a lot closer to what I was like at that age than I care to think about. I was a pretty odd kid, yeah?

Based on some conversations during the last few weeks there has been a suggestion by Rami that we have an Torah study and discussions. If this is done it would be in the Forums section of this site. I would be the moderator, including what topics would be discussed and for how long.

Things to note:

1. You don't have to be Jewish to get involved.

2. No experience is necessary.

3. You may suggest a topic.

My eBook, "Reclamation", is available only on Amazon as part of their "Kindle Select" program. I am going to try a free promotion--excuse me: FREE promotion!!!--and so "Reclamation" will be available to download for free (Kindle only!) from March 7th through 10th. That's THIS Wednesday through Saturday.

I'm sorry for those who are waiting for the next chapter. I am still having internet issues with computer and can't seem to get the phone to teather to the puter. I also have had several other ideas pop into my head and wanted to get the stuff out of my head. I do have a couple of Tracy chapters almost ready but working on something and need to get it looked at twice for the contact, must make sure I don't mess up bible wise

I was shaving today, and as I tried to get rid of some more of the hair on my chest, I could see (and feel) some development in my breast area. Then I put on my shirt, and I could see my nipples sticking out and thought "My God - I've got real boobs at last !"

Needless to say, I'm pretty happy about this.

My muse has picked up the bad habit of making me write again. WTB one dead muse pls.

I had Friday off and apart from a little shopping, buying a new tyre for the car and doing some scribbling, it was a non-event. Okay, I wore a skirt and some makeup for a change - I should have gone for a bike ride but couldn't be bothered.

After nodding off in the chair I started a short story, and two hours later I'd done two thousand words - it sort of wrote itself once I got started - my stuff seems to.

For anybody interested in the nature of memory, and especially for those with traumatic memories, there is an amazing article in the March 2012 issue of Wired magazine. Entitled, “The Forgetting Pill Erases Painful Memories Forever”, it tells of research into a memory-specific eraser, of sorts. But even more fascinating are recent discoveries in memory research: That any memory–even those associated with trauma resulting in PTSD–is not fixed and immutable. Memories are not solid, unchangeable fact.

I was just reading Huffington Post science stories and found two about sexual behavior some might find interesting:

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/03/01/bonobo-sex-turns-so...

http://www.livescience.com/16138-gay-animals-bonobos-dolphin...

Enjoy and learn!

How very odd and fitting!

On the date 2/3, my kudos count hit 23,023. [Twilight Zone we-do, we-do music]

I enjoy comments on my stories way more than kudos. Please thank you all for the comments and keep them comming.

More comments = more stories.

Note: I dont really wanna write continuations of Mother's wish or The Island as they are complete stand alone stories that have all the answers to what will happen in them. Read them as many times as you wish.

Well, last night I got a compliment that blew my case of "Tg PMS" (That's what Bailey Summers calls those times when I struggle with feeling like a fake). What happened was I started early, and I was talking with one of the evening staff who I dont know well, and was gushing over my daughter. His response "Ah, you're just a proud mom."

"Mom".

He called me "Mom"