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Hope you had a happy birthday

Hope you had a happy birthday

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Glen Campbell wrote "I'm Not Going to Miss You" for his family after learning he has Alzheimer's. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U8TsAh-zYFI

"Hard work and perseverance succeed when talent fails to work hard". That was the motto of one of the rec sports leagues my son played in. It's not all talent, but also the discipline and willingness to work at anything that leads to success.

Currently we just have two dogs, Dixiebelle, a blue eyed Catahoula/Healer/Lab mix and her daughter Gracie Bear also called the Menace. Which is one dog to many, any one want the menace? Over the years I've had numerous cats, but only a few stick out in memory: Tobias (or Toby) was a beige tabby, a real character who ate veggies. George was a grey tabby who would go on walks with me, and if I went too far would be waiting on the steps when I got home. And Harley (Har-Har), a small orange tabby, was a traveler, he drove up the east coast with us and disappeared at each place we stayed the night only to reappear when we were packing the car. We've also had a blue tailed skink named Apollo, two parakeets named Snowball and Dragon, two mice named Satchmo and Nemo, and various unnamed fish.

Brian Adams - Everything I Do Seal - Kiss From A Rose and If Tomorrow Never Comes, but I don't remember the artist

I've tried to write this so many times, and keep deleting it. I really don't know how to say what's on my mind. My brother, R, wasn't feeling well at the end of October, but our sister, M, thought he could wait until he saw the specialist in December. I spoke with M before thanksgiving when she wanted one of our dad's recipes. I suggested getting R to a doctor then, but she felt it could wait until the specialist visit in December. The appointment with the specialist was January not early December like M and R implied. He had the flu which caused pneumonia. The autopsy found a cyst on his pancreas, indicating he had an infection there for some time. One of the internist attending R mentioned he was taking immunosuppressants. My niece, J, was his care taker and was supposed to go shopping with him. She refused to be seen in public with him. So he was able to purchase large quantities of alcohol. I keep looping through those. I guess I'm at the anger stage, but I think he shouldn't have gotten so sick. All of us failed him. Then the obit, I'm so angry over this. I wanted to pay for it, but my sister wanted the free one. Then she got a "donation" from work and had me write a longer one. Then she rewrote the obit. Some of the things in it angered me. But it's small things really, my sister's control issue is really, really irritating me. I'm having trouble dealing with some of the responses to his obit. A lot of his classmates talked about him, things I didn't see when he was a teenager. Good things, and I'm glad. But one person keeps reminding everyone of the time we spent in a foster home. Maybe she's not thinking, or maybe she didn't know that the foster home was closed because the foster mother and her daughter were abusing M and I. I wish she'd stop. With all the final details, and the grief over our brother we really don't need to be reminded of one of the worst times of our lives.

For Valentine's we get each other a box of chocolates. On the other hand, our anniversary is Feb 14 (17 years now). Since my son's birthday, my birthday & Christmas are only weeks apart, we agreed that I get token gifts for my birthday & Christmas (last year a backup battery charger for.my cell phone). For mother's day & our anniversary I get big gifts. Usually for our anniversary I get something I want for the house: first anniversary was a DVD player, second a playstation, fifth the PS2.

Thanks for dread ng & the review.

Thank you for reading & task ng the time to write a rwvieq.

http://www.buzzfeed.com/rossalynwarren/a-woman-called-911-and-pretended-to-order-a-pizza-to-alert-t#.vt68o0Z1z She was smarter the story makes out. She kept her head and let the police know what she needed without letting her attacker know what was going on. I hope no one here ever needs this information, but should you be in a bad situation call 911 for delivery.

Yesterday was bittersweet. My sister sent me a text to write our older brother's obit. She had wanted to do it, but a crisis with her adult children interfered. It was also my younger brother's 37th birthday. The obit was simple, we had a max of 4 lines. XXX, 51, of XXX passed away on January 24, 2015 at UPMC. He is survived by 3 sisters and one brother. Preceded in death by both parents and 1 sister. Very sad summation of nearly 52 years. It says nothing of the boy I remember: The boy who helped me up the hill in the side yard while sledding with the dog and our younger sister (ok, he helped by putting a hand on my butt and shoving me). The boy who would put my baby doll's head back on after our cousins tore it off again (and hid the other doll when they visited to keep it safe). The boy who gathered scrap wood and built a refrigerator for my play kitchen. The boy who let Mom and I watch Wizard of Oz on the brand new color TV while he and Dad watched baseball on the black and white TV, and the look on their faces when Mom and I thought Wizard of Oz was all black and white and let them have the color TV (and his laughter many years later when I learned of our error). The boy who would let me have the corner where the door jam and barn door met so I was out of the wind while waiting for the bus. And the 11 year old boy who met me at the corner after school every day to walk me to the foster home and protect me from the bullies, even though he had been home from school for half an hour. The boy who hit me in the head with a rock, requiring 17 stitches. Teenage years changed him. Our foster sister introduced him to cigarettes and then marijuana. By his 13th birthday he was in reform school for drugs, alcohol and theft. He had several drunk driving accidents over the next couple years, mostly in the same curve where he was going too fast to make it. He brought home a german shepherd pup after a night of drunken partying and had no clue where he got it. I don't know why he took that path, our parents divorce, peer pressure, mom's mental illness, the bigotry we faced over mom's mental illness, or maybe he was self-medicating his own mental illness. It says nothing of the last 10 years struggle with his health. The middle of the night calls from a doctor in a San Diego hospital wanting consent to perform a procedure, but the doctor could not tell my why my brother needed it or why my brother couldn't give consent himself. The issues in the last few years caused by his alcoholism. There were times I didn't like him or what he was doing with his life, but I always loved him. 4 lines doesn't seem enough to sum up any one's life, but then again in a life with more failure than success maybe it was enough. *edited to correct grammar*

I started seeing a resurgence in beards when a couple TV shows had characters that prominently feature actors with beards. Duck Dynasty was one, but Sons of Anarchy is the other. I see a lot more bikers with the long scraggly beards now than I did 5 years ago.

In the early morning, the curtain rises for the dawn choir, yet all is still. No one is there to greet the sun. The gulls have fled to warmer spots; The crickets sleep, in cozy burrows, under snowy blankets. Sunbeams creep quietly over the lake. Climbing to the top of an icy hill, the light pauses to dance a lively jig, sparkling on the icy dune. A hop, a leap to the next dune begins the dance anew. Frigid water flows slowly beneath the frozen surface. Dunes push each other, until…

Happy Birthday

Thanks to all who've expressed sympathy. I know time will change this, just got to get through it.

My brother died this morning after a two week battle with the complications from flu. I've lost others before, both my parents, a couple close friends even a coworker. So I thought I knew what to expect from grief. Only I have this overwhelming sense of rage. At my brother whose drinking weakened his body so much that it couldn't fight off the flu. At his medical proxy and caretaker, both family members, who waited to get him to a doctor. At my sister who wasn't ready to let him go last week and put him through more pain and suffering. At having to make the choice to stop life support... I know how to handle the sadness and pain, but I have no idea what to do with the rage....

I saw this tonight and wanted to share: http://blogs.psychcentral.com/chronic-pain/2013/05/the-spoon-theory/#more-125

I have debated about joining in. I was attending Penn State at the campus this stuff happened, during some of it. Paterno was not the only authority figure athletes informed about the abuse/molestation/rape. Some of my neighbors were football players and they told me they had attempted to speak to the Dean of the university, Bryce Jordan. My point is that there were many who knew and did not go to the authorities, including other coaches, the Dean and football players. Paterno was made the scape goat for some reason. I personally would love to see sanctions brought against the dean.

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Happy Birthday Bleu

Thank you. Glad you understood the Raid comment, the story isn't the same without it.

I really like this story and hope you continue soon. I wonder how much Jake will live up to James' image and how James will handle it if his brother is different.