Three Parts of The Puzzle

I've been tagged by Tiger By the Tale, and have taken the liberty to change the rules. Instead of Pieces of Eight, I have changed it to Three Parts of The puzzle. Simply because the people that have blogs that I would have tagged.......have already been tagged.

The Rules: List 8 things about yourself. At the end of the post, tag and link to 8 (or in my case 3) other people. Leave a comment at those sites, letting them know they’ve been tagged, and asking them to come read the post so they know what to do.

Well.............here goes I.

1. I have a stalker who means me harm.

2. I live under an assumed name because of this.

3. I eat my food funny because I was once anorexic and bulimic.

4. I don't think that I am attractive although people tell me I am.

5. I once had my best childhood girlfriend come on to me while I was sleeping.

6. I had my daughter when I was very young. I am her best friend and she is mine.

7. I miss my mom so much it hurts.

8. I'm afraid of getting into a relationship.

Well, there it is folks!

I now tag..........

Bunny Lynn Boofay

Fly With Me

Steve's Whirlyworld

Gerry....My Friend

Gerry died this morning...........
They gave him 3 months but he lasted only 3 days.









I'm extremely saddened by this and the only glimmer of happiness that I can retrieve in my mind is that I got to talk to him on Saturday. I sincerely hope that he knew who I was when I was talking to him, I think he did.

He loved his computer and the information it allowed him to reach that we normally wouldn't be able to. He loved reading all the newspapers worldwide and then informing us of what was going on in the world. Some, more often than not, were stories that we would not particularly want to hear. He had a very witty and articulate way of posting them on our neighbourhood community site.

I will miss him dearly and the fact that we still have his stories to read, will help with the pain.
Also, speaking about computers, now I realize how nice it is to have friends online because when I read their posts, it takes my mind away from my troubles.

Thank You Blog Friends,

Love Maggie XXOO

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This here is borrowed from Tiger By the Tale.

I seem to borrow a lot of things from you TigerYogi. I hope you don't mind TY.

They say, Imitation......is the sincerest form of flattery! (xxoo)

Seems I'm A VERY, VERY, bad girl!!!!

These are the no no's that gave me an R rating..........Ifin' I'm a lyin', I'm a dyin'!!
hell (4x)
anal (3x)
pain (2x)
sex (1x)

It's interesting how they choose to pick up on certain words on your blog and use them to judge you.

According to them, I'm writing that anal sex causes pain and anyone who engages in it will be going to hell. Or another scenario, having anal sex will send you to hell where you will experience a lot of pain. Either one is absurd.

Also, since when is hell a "bad word"? I personally think this is a conspiracy spearheaded by The Roman Catholic Church!!!! But being the good little Catholic girl that I am, I am saying ten Hail Mary's, ten Our Father's, and 5 Acts of Contrition!!

Just in case, you know you can never be too careful. :0)

Friends.......

I'm really sad and melancholy today. I just found out that a friend is dying.

My girlfriend in Toronto told me Gerry has Head and Neck Cancer: Squamous Cell Carcinoma ...

They give him 3 months but he is only around 70 lbs now so it won't be that long.

I called Mt. Sinai (the hospital he's in) this morning. It didn't even sound like him and I hope that he knew who he was talking too. All I could do was give him my love and tell him I was thinking of him every day. It's times like this when I wish I was back in Toronto to spend time and help comfort him. But I'm not.......

There used to be a local bar/pub that all the locals went to after work or on the weekends. There was a very eclectic group of people but we all got along. There were professionals, labourers, writers, actors, rednecks, but everyone respected each other for who they were, not what they did.

Gerry always had a book in his hand, sitting on a barstool, reading and enjoying his drink and cigarette. Don't get me wrong, he'd always get involved in a conversation that he found interesting.

No one really knew too much of his past except that he had lived in Japan for quite a number of years. He also has an ex-wife (Japanese) and a son. He is also brilliant, actually genius would be more accurate. We also got the impression that he came from a very wealthy family. Not that he said anything, but he had that air and monies would come from mummy when he needed it.
He worked as a courier and that didn't pay much, but he liked the freedom it gave him.

He used to try and engage me to join him in cryptograms that he enjoyed (extremely difficult). For some reason he thought I was smart also!!! I tried and did manage to keep up with him.(Barely) :-)

We also have a neighbourhood blog of sorts, called a Community Form, that he is the manager of. It was great for me because I could still stay in touch with everyone from the 'hood, even though I had moved away. He pissed people off because he was always posting intellectual stuff that no one could understand. I always enjoyed his posts though because they were always relevant to what was going on in todays society.

He has a girlfriend that is a dimwit. (once again I'm guessing, no pressure). She says she has her degree in English Lit, but she sure doesn't act it. I'm so worried about him because she does not have a clue on how to help him. He wants to come home to die and she is incapable of handling the situation. Like getting a nurse or caregiver to come in and look after him, monitoring his medications, getting support from the health system, etc. Looking into all these important things are beyond her. It's not that she is overcome with grief, she is just hopeless. I am hoping that the rest of his friends will step in and help.

He wants to go home........he misses his computer.
Is that too much to ask for?

TWISTED ??

I'm way out of element on this topic so feel free to jump in and give me your opinion....

I'll set the stage by describing the people involved........

I have this adorable young couple as patients. He is twenty, she is nineteen. The young man lost his dad when he was very young, he was killed by a bullet. He looks like a punk rocker but he's not, he has a tattoo of a teardrop below his left eye in memory of his dad. He's drop dead gorgeous.
The young girl was given to foster care by her mother when she was twelve. She is a knockout!
She works, he works, they are both a credit to anyone who has grown up in the "system".
She just got a job in a well known restaurant as a line cook and they want to send her away to the best culinary school in the maritimes. At their expense!!

Well, their history has nothing to do with my story but I love these kids so much, I just wanted to brag about them.

The girl G, came in as last appointment of today with an abscessed tooth. She saw my boss as I was busy, but that didn't mean I didn't come into her operatory to give her a hug. I asked about M (the boyfriend) and she had quite the story to tell me!!

Seems he has not been well due to a testicle problem. Something about a varicose vein leading to one of his testes was causing pain and low sperm count. (They plan on having kids down the road). She continued on to describe his surgery and my boss who doesn't say much, looked to be cringing a bit during our conversation.

I had to get back to my patient, but was very curious about all this. G had mentioned that the blood would go into the penis but was not leaving properly. Sure enough, I finished with my patient before G left and had ample opportunity to find out more about this situation. :)

It turned into a comical conversation (due to me, I must admit). I was wondering, because if the blood was going down but not up, if he always had an erection. No was the answer, apparently it was the opposite, he had a "hard" time keeping one. Then G started telling us about when he went to emergency and the female doctor was holding his testicles to spot the problem. I don't think it's twisted testicles because.................., she told him. We just went on from there.........

Another part of this story was.......... my boss walked by us "gals" yakkin' about all this and his face was beet red. (He's shy, that kind of stuff embarrasses him). He's still cool though, I love him!

Girls will be girls, anything that involves penises and pain, we're all ears, and questions!!!!!
(Remember, we go thru childbirth).

M is fine now but still asks his girlfriend if she can spot the difference between the size of his testes.

I looked it up and this seems to have been the problem. Varicocele

I apologize to all you males out there and can only say in my defense.........
I'm in a silly mood and this is what happened!!!!

[Silly Girl].

The Mechanical Contrivium

Borrowed from Tiger By the Tale

1. The book of Esther in the Bible is the only book which does not mention maggie.
She always was the jealous type!

2. Only one child in twenty will be born on the day predicted by maggie.
Those odds aren't THAT bad!!

3. About 100 people choke to death on maggie each year.
I better start watching what I say!!

4. The eye of an ostrich is bigger than maggie.
That must be some ostrich!

5. Maggie was named after Maggie the taxi driver in Frank Capra's 'It's a Wonderful Life'.
Some people's opinion: Its collectivism starts to look like right-wing populism. It's final message is that there's no place like home. There is no need for elsewhere; a patriot will find everything he needs in home, family and small-town American life.
Uhh, yeah...okay!

6. The condom - originally made from maggie - was invented in the early 1500s!
Even then I was promoting safe sex but do you think those royals listened to me?

7. Snow White's coffin was made of maggie!
Spo, you did mention that I sounded like Snow White and the seven ...........
Now you know why!

8. Forty percent of the world's almonds and twenty percent of the world's peanuts are used in the manufacture of maggie.
That's toooo easy!! Now I know why I'm nuts.

9. Maggie can be very poisonous if injected intravenously!
But quite harmless if taken in small doses.

10. A thimbleful of maggie would weigh over 100 million tons.
Wow!!!!!I never knew I was that powerful!!!

Thanks TY, it was great fun.

Where's Waldo?

After such serious posts, I thought it would be fun to lighten up my blog.

This is an actual picture taken for a newspaper ad, regarding a table for sale.

It was obviously taken by the husband, see if you can tell why. Click on the image to enlarge it if you feel it necessary.


















Another lighter upper!!!! :)

A woman calls her boss one morning and tells him that she is staying home because she is not feeling well.

"What's the matter?" he asks.

"I have a case of anal glaucoma," she says in a weak voice.

"What the hell is anal glaucoma?"

"Well", she says, it's a case where .......................

"I can't see my ass coming into work today."


And on that note.......Have A Great Day!!!!

The Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Waste

Because to waste a mind, is to waste a person.

I woke up this morning and for the first time in ???? many years, I felt good!!!
Like I was interested in what I was going to do that day. Not only interested but looking forward to it! I can't tell or explain to you what that felt like.

All I can say is that, I felt like I was my old self again. I'm not naive, I know this may not last but I am sure as hell hoping that it does.

The issues of medication that I spoke with my Doctor about were:

1) She increased my regular med because she told me that my body had become too familiar with my present dosage.

2) With the new dosage, I was more irritable and aggitated. I also take an anti-anxiety med(she did not increase) and it was not working.

3) She spoke of another drug I might have to take, in combination with the one I am taking. I was opposed to this, as I am very worried about *cocktails*. I have to work and with my job, I want to be in complete control of myself. The med I am now taking is called a *free drug*, no side affects.

All that being said, it has been almost three weeks now on the new dosage, and today I woke up and felt for the first time, it might be working!! YEAH!!!

It's weird, you live in this blah world for so long, it's all you expect it will ever be. You really forget what real living and feelings are all about. I don't want to lose this new (even if it's only a peek) look on life.

Wish me luck!!!

PS If the medication is working, now I can continue on to the therapy. They go hand in hand, you can't have one without the other to get well.


On Another Note

This picture is for Heather, just so you would know what I was talking about. I found out about them by coincidence, as my neice loves pretzels and she loves cheese, I bought them for her.
Well............they are to die for, not literally of course but if you are looking for a treat, I would highly recommend them. Yum.....my!!!

The Blister Sisters

We are Family........... I got all my sisters with me!!

Our brothers call us the *sad blisters*, a spoof on Cinderella's *bad sisters*. There are four of us, three of them (brothers). We were all together this weekend, as our oldest sister was visiting from Newfoundland. It's so nice to come from a loving family where we enjoy each others company. That's kudo's to our mother and father who instilled in us, the values of being kind and good people.

My father died when I was only fourteen, he was 49. My younger brother and sister were ten and six, respectively. My two older sisters are more than a decade older than me and even that much more than the youngest ones. They were already out of the house and doing their thing when Daddy died.

Mom went into a depression at that time because not only did her husband die but her father and mother died during that same year. Depression can potentially be a genetic gene passed on apparently, her father had it also. If this is the case, the only one to inherit this wonderful gene in our family was lucky moi.

Note: The exact causes of depression are not known. Both genetic and environmental factors may play a role.

The gene -- called 5-HTT (the serotonin transporter gene) -- may be one of several genes that affect susceptibility to depression. Serotonin, a brain chemical messenger, has been implicated in depression. When levels get too low, you get depressed.

My two older sisters and I went out shopping and to lunch today, it was wonderful. They are both like mother hens, god love them. I was fine but apprehensive during the day because I had a doctor's appointment at 4:00 p.m. I was not looking forward to it, it was my second appointment with my lady psychiatrist.

My first appointment with her two weeks ago was three hours long. I talked about things that I have never discussed with anyone, I felt physically drained when I left her office. Later in the week to follow, I had disturbing dreams about people that I haven't thought about in years.

I really wasn't up for that today. Turns out we really just talked about medication because I had some issues with it. I also mentioned to her about my dreams and she said, oh, didn't I tell you that would probably occur. No, I said.

She then explained, that talking about things that I have surpressed, would have that effect on me. I really like her, she's mid fifties, Indian descent, from England and very smart. She's also warm and kind, I can give her a hug when I leave. I'm also very lucky to have her, she doesn't take any new patients' and took me on as a favor to my GP. Hence my saturday appointment.

I have been floundering along on my own for the past three years with medication and no one to guide me, such as it is in this city because it's so hard to get an appointment with a specialist.

As apprehensive as I may be, I am so very excited that this woman may be able to help me to be happy again.

She even gives homework but I haven't reached that stage yet.


PS I didn't intend to get into all this when I started writing today, it just worked itself in.
Sneaky son of a bee's wax! :)

COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO

I'm 'bout as lazy as a hound dog right now, so I'ma gonna talk about the henhouse. (As Spo poetically put it).

Well, I work next door to a henhouse and their feathers would be a flyin' later on in the day.
Seems this mornin' the second in command over there, decided she could saunter over to our office, pick up some personal papers of my boss (in his office, on his desk) and photocopy them.
His assistant happened to arrive early and caught her in the act.

The assistant never got the chance to tell him until after lunch, as it was so busy. My boss is so easy going, it takes something really bad to get him goin'. I was there of course, "stirring up the pot", telling him he is so easy going that they take advantage of him. Which is so true!! They think he is a pushover and won't say anything about anything.

WELL........ there's a rooster in the henhouse now, and he told them what's what! He went next door and told them hens NEVER to go into his office again. He told them some other things too that they were doing had to stop. Was I proud of him? Hell Ya!!!

He would never have done that before I met him!!

So as my title says...........

Why I Have A Blog?

I'm doing this because Heather, over at Fly With Me, had the guts to do it!! If you think about it, we say some really personal things on our blogs. Some things I would never say to anyone but a close personal friend.

First of all, I don't have any close friends here with whom I can confide in. I haven't made any. Not that I haven't been asked to partake in outings or parties, quite the contrary. But I don't feel comfortable to do so yet. After three and a half years you would think so, but.......there's something holding me back. That doesn't mean that I'm not lonely. Soooooo, one evening I was online and I happened upon a blog. He was gay but a bit grumpy. (but very interesting) Thru him I found another blog, he was gay and very funny. Thru him I found another blogger, gay, funny, interesting and the rest is history. I got my own blog!!

The great thing for me was that these men were gay and fantastic people, that I would love to have as friends. You see, I have never been on a chat line because to me, that is people looking for more than just friends. Men will be men, my dears. No matter what anyone says, if you chat online or go to straight men's blogs, they will inevitably want .........more that just chatting. I don't know this for a fact, I'm just speaking from my experience with straight men in general.

As a result, I have found the most gracious hospitality of people, that I am proud to call my friends.
Including a wonderful female that I would never have known if not for blogging.
They are there when I feel like ranting or when I am just talking about something that delighted me in my daily routine.

I thank you all for keeping me entertained with all your daily events, educating posts, personal experiences, and making my life richer than it is.

Hugs and Kisses To You All!!!!!!!

Sometimes, Things Can Come Back And Bite You In The Ass

This is sorta a rant but things worked out so............But I'm going to bore you with the details anyway!

Part 1

There is a parking spot in back of our building that belongs to our office but thru the trickle of employee turnovers, another employee in another office muckled on to it with squatters rights. She thought! When anyone else parked there she was vicious, all four feet nothing of her. She held on to that spot with her life. She said the owner (my boss and owner of the building) said she could have it. I spoke with him about it and he said he did no such thing. He doesn't like confrontations so he didn't do anything about it.

Part II

I have had a fan in my operatory for the past two years. I found it in the basement and thought it belonged to us. My boss offered to get me an air-conditioner but I declined because the fan was suffice. WELL.........this week I went into work and my fan was GONE!!!! The other office just took it without saying a word to me. Let me just state for the record that the female dentist in that office is a bitch and she has her staff trained to be the same. I really don't know who the fan belonged to but it was the way they dealt with it that pissed me off.

Part III

I calmed myself down, went next door(to their office) exaggerated the way I was looking around(so they would get the picture) and said I would like to speak with the hygienist. (The one in MY parking spot). She immediately came over to see me and asked what was up.
I sweetly told her that I was car shopping and that I was giving her notice 'til the end of the week, that she could no longer park there. I was very nice about it. She rattled on about how she inherited it but I said that was irrelevant. Not a happy camper!

Part IV

My boss bought me the most beautiful fan (it even has a remote) that same evening, and left it outside my operatory with a big bow on it. For me to find the next morning. Sweet is his middle name!
He also told me that the hygienist in question, had called him at home the previous nite and offered to pay rent for the parking spot. What a jerk huh? "I'd love to rent you a spot", he said, "but I don't have one available".

How cool is that? Pardon the pun. (fan and all).

If they weren't such assholes about the fan, I probably wouldn't have said anything, hence my title for this post.

You're Only Six Once!!!!

Saturday, Sophia and I started the day(morning) by dropping in to my office to check out the Treasure Chest!!! She picked out lots of fun things.
Then we were off to the local Kermesse Fun fair that takes place once a year to raise funds for the local children's hospital. What a blast!
They had so many things to do, face painting and fun games to play with great prizes. She won a loot and had a ball. Her favorite was this one. You put on a vest(much to big for her) attached to a bungy cord and see how far you can get(run) before the bungy cord pulls you back.
What a hoot to watch her!





She has a cat painted on her face.









Then when we got home her aunt (my older sister) took us to lunch at a nice restaurant. She misbehaved a bit, but I think that was because my sister and I were talking and she got bored.
Later we went out to get a movie to watch that evening. We both fell asleep in the middle of it. :) Fat Albert.

Sunday we had chocolate and minature marshmallows pancakes for breakfast. With bacon of course, she loves crispy bacon. Then we went out and found a carwash to wash her daddies car. That took a while.

Then we had a picnic (we picked up McDonalds on our way home) outside on the deck. They don't have their patio furniture out yet, so we set it up on the upper level and sat on the steps. Correction, I sat on the steps, Sophia sat on the plastic tablecloth. Later on she remarked how hot it was, and I said, yes it is darling. She had her bathing suit on.

Then I cracked up laughing, SHE was sitting on plastic, no wonder she was hot!!
I put some napkins under her bum and it was better.
Then later I mentioned she had to wipe her mouth with one of them.
I was joking but she didn't know that.
I can't she said, "I farted on it".
I cracked up again, she's at that age where she knows she's supposed to say "poofed" or "tooted", but she gets a kick out of the F(arted) word.

I talked to her last nite and she said she misses me soooo much. She said whenever she walks by my empty bedroom she cries.
God love her, she is so sincere.

That's what being six is all about, and it only happens once!

Home Sweet Home

I'm not at home, I have been at my sister's since tuesday evening, house sitting and babysitting my six year old neice. What an experience this has been. Don't get me wrong, I love her dearly and she is a doll but very time consuming.

She considers me her personal play toy!

She wants to sleep with me every nite and I don't have the heart to deny her that. Last nite I had her, the two cats, and Rosey in my bed. I was tired and when I was reading her a bedtime story, she was interacting with all the animals, it was tooooo much. I told her she was going to have to go to her own bed.

Well........she started to cry and I told her she had to be a good girl then. Thru all the sobbing, she wailed, "I'm doing the best that I can". She'd make a good politican.

When I picked her up at school on Wednesday she asked me if her parents were still home. No, I said, they're gone. YEAH, she said.
Even when I go to the bathroom, I have the three animals and Sophia in there with me. No rest for the wicked.

I made a deal with her tonite, so that I could have some alone time (hence my being able to blog). Tomorrow is a big day, tons of activities for us to do.

That being said, it is actually a pleasure to be online and catch up with my favororite bloggers.

Thanks A Million

Pugalicious Photos from Maddie

He's got the cup but where's the (flying) saucer.



















A Dog and His Bone(s).

My Sweeties

I have a neice and nephew (twins) in Cape Breton that e-mail me to keep in touch. They are eight now but have been doing so since they were six. Callum is a bit AWOL with his writing (he's my soul mate) but Maddie drops me a line regularly.

I received this e-mail yesterday from Maddie ............

Subject: I Love You

Hi Aunt Maggie How are you doing?I am fine.I hope Rosie is doing good.Whats new with you?Irene is getting Big! And she still bites and it hurts alot! I hope you like these pictures!
(See photos Above )

Irene is a puppy that they got in March. Irene is also the name of their grandmother that died in December/06. Three months earlier! At first I was taken aback, not knowing what to make of the name calling.

After I thought about it for awhile, I realized that it was very appropriate. Their grandmother(mother's mom) was a such a kind and gentle soul she would have loved it. The twins are also sensitive and loving, so I'm sure they had their own logic for the honour they bestowed upon the puppy.

Ya gotta love kids, they have their own way of looking at the world........ thru innocent eyes.


Have A Groovy day!!

Thinking of You All

THINKING BLOGGER AWARDS

Heather over at , Fly With Me, honoured me with this award and I would like to take the time to respond with my own. I have very few and selected bloggers that I choose to share my time with, simply because that's just the way I am. I am the same way with friends, if I have too many, I can't give as much of myself as I would like.

That being said, I am going beyond the five allotted and they are in random order.





Bunny Lynn Boofay


Glamour Goddess of The Year
And what a Glamorous Gal she is! Whenever I read about her escapades, be it at the trailer park or Walmart, I just smile and life doesn't seem so bad. She is a genuine true treasure in every sense of the word. I love you Bunny and please never stop entertaining us.
Huggs, etc.




Fly With Me



If there ever was a Supermom, this is your girl. She runs a tight ship and makes sure it sails!
She is so honest in her writing, I sometimes think, "is she for real". She's real alright and is definitely someone I would be honored to have as a friend. She's also very funny and you have to be on your toes to get where she is coming from. Smart Woman.
Keep on rockin' us in the real world with your wonderful posts!

Steve's Whirlyworld

Now here's a guy that makes us believe that anything is possible. He is always positive and postive things happen to him. Good friends, jobs, travel, selling and buying homes, come as natural to him as breathing. Good Karma follows him because he allows it too. We can learn a lot from him. Sometimes good things do happen to good people. Cheers Steve!

Tiger By the Tale

Ahhhhh, TigerYogi. What would we do without him? He keeps me constantly entertained with his wit and wonderful way with words. He can take an ordinary day and spin it into a delicious television soap opera. My favorite (and most everyone) are his tales off "Mumsy"and his dysfunctional in-laws. I think you have a "pilot" for a sitcom there TY. We Love You. (We really do!)

Greedy Maelstrom

Lemuel, as Elizabeth Barrett Browning said......How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

Emotionally of course not physically. :)

Here is a gentleman who is so open and honest with his feelings, it's hard not to open up to him. He actually cares about us and in return his feelings are reciprocated many times over.

He is a kind and gentle soul that I truly admire. That's a Wrap and a Hug!

Spo-Reflections [Ur-Spo]

Here is a man that is stressed to the max with his job and still finds time to spend with his many readers daily. I find that amazing! He shares with us his wisdom and knowledge that enrich our lives and hopefuly makes us better human beings. He's very down to earth and explains the psyche in words that we can easily understand. That's not easy to do but he manages to do so effortlessly. For that I thank you Spo.

He can also carry off a Bow-tie with flair. Not too many guys can do that!

Farewell To Falwell

This is for my friend TY.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words.

I think this one says it all!!!

Devil Incarnate

Remember the urban legend where the babysitter was high on drugs and thought the baby was a turkey? Then the parents came home to find it in the oven cooking. That story was not true.

Well............this story is not an urban legend, it's a nightmare that's real. I still haven't come to terms with the bastard that did it. Lock him up and throw away the key is my first thought but better yet, just let good ole' Texas take care of him. I hope he rots in jail.

GALVESTON, Texas (AP) - The state has taken custody of a 2-month-old who was burned after police say her father put her in a microwave oven, officials said.

Children's Protective Services took custody of the child Tuesday, the day her father, 19-year-old Joshua Royce Mauldin of Warren, Ark., was arrested on a charge of felony injury to a child, CPS spokeswoman Gwen Carter said. The baby will be placed in foster care once she's released from the hospital.

Carter said CPS has asked that no family member be allowed to visit the child at Galveston's Shriners Burns Hospital, where physicians from the University of Texas Medical Branch have performed two skin grafts.

The child suffered burns on the left side of her face and to her left hand, police said.
Galveston County District Attorney Kurt Sistrunk said he had seen photographs of the child's injuries. "They clearly met the definition of serious bodily injury," he said.

A Galveston County grand jury indicted Mauldin on Wednesday after hearing evidence that he placed his daughter in a microwave at a motel for 10 to 20 seconds last week.

Mauldin, who said he came to Galveston with his wife and mother because he was called to be a "preacher", told police on May 10 that he put his daughter in the microwave because he was under stress. The family had arrived in Galveston the day before.
Police have said the mother and grandmother remain under investigation.

Writer's Block

I LOVE OSCAR!!!!

~ Oscar Wilde on Writer's Block
“Okay, so they get in the ship... and...”

The Writer's Block Act of 1897 was a bill passed by the senate that decreed all writers who have writer's block will...(follow up on this)
...........here come the suck police!

"Sir, did you write this?"
"Why yes I did!"
"Well it sucks, you're going to jail!"
"Oh no!"


Yeah, like I'm a writer.
There's no excuse for not writing every day, but mine is, I really don't have anything interesting to say. Some people have the knack to make their ordinary day seem quite interesting to read, I don't have that knack. :(

For example:

I had a fairly good day, went to work, went shopping, came home, took Rosey for a walk, made chili for supper. Ahhhhh! There's something I can tell you about, the secret to chili.

I was told this by a very cute Scot (a patient) a few years ago. Not only was he adorable but the accent, ohhhh, the accent would make you want to eat whatever he made. BUT, the secret to it is CHOCOLATE!! How great is that!

I miss my little Scot, he used to tell me the weirdest things when he was under nitrous oxide. Sometimes he would come in for his appointment in the morning and not been home from the nite before. Under the influence, he'd start telling me about his escapades from the nite before.

We'd always have a hug (PLATONIC LOVE), after his appointment. He was a sweetie and I do miss him.

Wow, I got sidetracked there for a minute, sorry! :)

Have A Great Weekend!!