...tomorrow morning. It's about a mile from where we live and I'll be able to get over there frequently. She's doing pretty good, she stood up and took a few steps today and ate a decent size meal for the first time in days. My brother is going home on a 9 p.m. flight and left for the airport.

I know there have been other stories on BC or elsewhere on this theme but this is the only one I can think of at 1230 in the morning. If you can think of others, please add them in comments on this thread. I'll turn them into links as I get the time and attention.

...And Never Brought to Mind by Adonna

Hugs,
Erin

I have to stick my 2 cents in here. Any way it turns out, the "poachers" were breaking a law of some kind, whether it was "jack-lighting deer", hunting out of season, hunting where they shouldn't, shooting without making sure of their target, or playing a Bush or Cheney, etc, etc. The fact remains, they were breaking a law. Maybe several.

It's five in the morning and here I am awake. My mom got confused in the night, she thought she was in the hospital and used her medical alert button to try to call a nurse. When they asked her who could they call to help her, she apparently forgot I live in the other end of the mobile home and had them call the neighbors.

Okay. I came out to this girl and told her how I felt, she basically told me that love at first sight didn't exist, that I deserved better than her, that I should give up and find somebody else. Well... I wrote a poem back, but it really didn't help.

Okay. I saw this girl walk past me one day, and you know how they say that love at first sight causes time to slow down? Yeah. That actually happened. Everything around you sorta fades out too... All you see is that person. Well... I actually said this because she was wearing these pants that had these little grommets on them that glowed in the dark... (So cool!)

I've decided, on the advice of a few, to post my poems here, as they are like a diary of how this past school year has started and has been going. I may or may not add a little of what the situation was with each one, but that depends on the poem. For some, you should just be able to figure out what its about right off the bat.

I am trying to write a story involving administration of hormones.

Has something nasty happened to Maddy's web site.

I have been unable to access the site for over 24 hours.

Once in a while, I am blessed enough to hear a few kind words that really sink in, from another person. My counselor told me today that I was 100%, the genuine article. She said manerisims, my walk, my make up and my personality were all authentic. She said,"you are infact a woman." I think this is something that every New Woman wants to hear.
What she said, absolutely made my day.

I turned off commenting on blogs yesterday just to let tempers cool off a little. I left the blogs on so people could have a say but there wouldn't be the sort of escalation that happened earlier. That didn't work perfectly, either.

Just some thoughts on this.

First I have another story in the making. A male US Army Captain because of his background is being asked to volunteer for an unusual assignment. To infilitrate a Yakuza family in order to bring it down. My main character taking the place of a Saiko-Komon or Senior Advisor to this particular Yakuza. One that is like a financial advisor.

I have noticed that certain times I can't vote for a story I would like to.Tonight I was going to vote for Being Christina Chase but the voting button wouldn't fully display.I tried refreshing the page and it didn't work.Amy

For a while I have felt a story coming on whose emotional strength really frightens me, yet I want to write it; to get it all out; to laugh, to cry, to feel security, to express sheer terror.

Well, I have no idea how powerful my writing is nor do I know if there are those here who would be vulnerable to trigger words. When I finish it the story will expose my heart and soul.

Be warned.

Cruel Crazy Beautiful World
You have to wash with the crocodile in the river
You have to swim with the sharks in the sea
You have to live with the crooked politician
Trust those things that you can never see
Ayeye ayeye jesse mfana (jesse boy) ayeye ayeye

Beyond the door, strange cruel beautiful years lie waiting for you
It kills me to know you won't escape loneliness,

September '77
Port Elizabeth weather fine
It was business as usual
In police room 619
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead

When I try to sleep at night
I can only dream in red
The outside world is black and white
With only one colour dead
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja

http://stardustr.us/belle_of_the_ball_chapter_twenty_seven

I guess people can tell that I like this series. :)

- Erin

If you would like details send my a PM.

1.) The EMTs revived me.

2.) Within less than an hour the hospital installed a stent which opened the 100% blockage.

3.) Minor muscle damage.

4.) Minor rehab needed.

5.) I was discharged and walked out of the ICU today. In fact I went to my daughter's coccer game tonight.

If you just want to tell me I'm a no good horrible liar, don't bother to PM.

Jill (Angela Rasch)

*- My wife turned.........39 again today. LOL, if I say her real age, Leonita may use the medallion on me. On second thought, I would like that. Can I be this woman?

We been married 18 years. Can you believe there is someone who can put up with me that long? As a Irish priest once said to me. "You're married to a saint and you think that you deserve her, you must go to confession!"