Cleopatra Floppyears Brennan

That was the name of our first dog. She was a beagle that our Uncle Wallace gave to us. We called her Cleo for short. She received the full name because she used to ride in the boat behind our car to Summersville Lake every weekend when we went camping. We loved to look back at her and watch her ears blow in the wind.

Cleo used to pull her doghouse around the neighborhood behind us as we ran and played. Quite frankly she used to do this if she just wanted to go somewhere. She did not let a little thing like a doghouse deter her! Unfortunately this wander lust was her downfall. My mom called my uncle and asked him to take her back. She thought she would be happier hunting rabbits and that is probably so.

Until about a month ago I had thought she died on the road like most of our dogs did. My mom was laughing about Cleo pulling that doghouse around after us and I mentioned that it was a shame she was killed. That's when she told me what really happened to Cleo...about 45 years later.

Now before ya'll start hollering about dogs in boats and getting killed on the road, please remember this was in WV in the 70's. Things were different back then. I am not really for Romney for President but this thing about him letting his dog ride in a carrier on top his car is way out of proportion. Lots of people did that 25 years ago. The dog was lucky in had a carrier and wasn't in the trunk or something.

Tradgedy Averted

http://www.curesearch.org/ArticleView2.aspx?id=9964&l=8810&c=7eb54f&r=8816

This is an article that my cousin posted today. The FDA has announced that the mexotrexate shortage has been averted. She points out that there are no future guarantees. While it was too soon for her campaign to have much effect for now. She urges everyone to please contact their congressmen and the drug companies to avert future shortages.

She also wishes to thank everyone who sent her prayers and well wishes and who pledged their support.

As do I.

If the link doesn't work, I will try to fix it as soon as possible. Fortunately I have a good friend who takes care of these things for me.

The Joke's on Them

One time I was moving. I left with a van load of stuff leaving my washer and a dolly beside the driveway. When I came back, not only was the washer gone but the dolly was gone as well! THE NERVE!@ They had used my own dolly to steal my washer. The good news is that the washer didn't work.

I HOPE THEY HAD BUNCHES OF FUN PUSHING THAT WASHER HOME AND THEN HOOKING IT UP ONLY TO FIND THEY HAD STOLEN A DUD!!!

I Broke His Little Leg So I Had to Smother Him

Yes, I committed murder. I confess. It was brutal. It was ugly. It was a mercy killing and the only thing worse than killing that poor, little mouse would have been to let him live. Let me explain....

I was working in a kennel. We had some mice. My boss put out those horrible glue traps to catch them. For those of you who don't know, a glue trap glues the mouse to it. They don't die, they just get stuck and then you throw them away to die a long, slow death in a trash can until they smother or starve or get crushed.

I was so horrified by these traps that I sneaked and coated them with vegetable oil. The oil was the same color as the glue and it was undectable until my boss picked one up one day to see why it wasn't working. He thought it was hilarious when he questioned me and found out what I had done. He also warned me that if I did it again he would fire me on the spot!

The next day he and Danford went down to morning schooling. They left me in the kennel to do some other work. When I walked into the kennel, on the counter was a mouse trapped square in the middle of a glue trap. It couldn't budge. I knew that when my boss got back in about 15 minutes that he would just throw the mouse in the dumpster to die a horrid death. I couldn't have it.

I walked over to the mouse and inspected the trap. I decided to put a little oil on it for lubrication and then the mouse could just skitter away on it's own. This didn't work. Now the mouse was stuck in the middle of a glue trap and it was covered in oil.

Then I decided that I could wedge something under it's feet and free it that way. It took a tiny fingernail file and slid it under the mouses leg and I was trying to work it under it's foot when "SNAP" it's little leg snapped like a twig! It was horrible. Now not only was the mouse stuck but it had a broken leg... a severly broken leg!

I couldn't let it just lie there and suffer and I knew my boss would be back anytime to throw it in the trash and then it would really suffer. I didn't have the heart to smash it with anything so I decided the most humane thing I could do was to smother it. So, I pushed it's little face into the glue and I held it there until it was dead. It was terrible. When you smother something it actually takes quite a while to die. I could feel it struggle beneath my finger and I could see little air bubbles in the gluey, oily mixture it was imbeded in.

Now I am a murderer.It was a mercy killing but it was still murder. My good intentions meant nothing.

Want to Feel Better Quick?

Then type these letters over and over. Go ahead. Pound the hell out of the keyboard. It makes me happy everytime I do it. Then again I'm easy to please.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH

My Greatest Defeat Ever

When I was in high schooll I went out for the track team. I had dreams of being the next great miler of the world and running the first sub 4 minute mile by a female.

I went to practice every evening and ran around the track until my little heart was bursting from the effort. Keep in mind that I was one of the greatest backyard athletes ever and I had been a starter on my softball team for years.

The day came for our first track meet and I was so happy. I was gonna show the world what a great racer I was. I was suprised to learn that the coach had put me in a 440 relay, but he was the coach so I didn't question it. I wanted to do what was best for my team. It didnt matter that I had never seen him at a practice not one time in the month or so before the meet. The only time I had seen him was in class and at the initial meeting where he told us he wasn't going to coach if they didn't pay him.

The gun went off and I took off like a rabbit. I had to. The girl I was racing against was flying and I didn't want her to leave me behind! I flew around the first turn on her hills and I was right on her for the second turn as well! In the back stretch she started to leave me but I pressed on and she was only about 5 yards ahead by the third turn. I could hear the cheers of my fellow teammates and I was determined to stay with her so I could hand off my baton with my team still in the running.

Then I rounded the last turn and I had 100 yards to go. GAWD, I was tired. There was no way I was going to let that girl beat me though. No sirrreeeeee! Then I hit a wall. I didn't see a wall but that's must be what happened! I legs felt like concrete blocks and I could barely raise them. My chest was on fire! The overwhelming pain and fatigue was pressing on my shoulders like a giant boulder! But still I pressed on.

I gritted my teeth. I focused on the finish line that was still about 75 yards away as the next girl on the other team rounded the second turn in her leg of the race. I couldn't hear the cheers of my team anymore either. I was in a complete fog but I knew I had to get that baton to my teammate. I kept moving.....barely....one inexorable step ..... after another bone grinding baby step....

Then the girl from the other team lapped me! How could this be? Was this race never going to end? I still had about 10 yards to go to hand off my baton. I could see the looks of pity on everyone's face as I finally handed my baton to the next girl. She had not even started to run yet. She had backed up in the lane as far as they would legally allow her to without disqualifying our whole team. She didn't have a prayer of catching the other team.

I made my way to the fence and stood there clutching at it while I was gasping for air and tried to maintain conciousness. Even in my exhausted state I could feel the humiliation as others were pointing at me.

No one offered words of comfort. No one even offerred me so much as a sip of water. After the race was over they did give me the starting blocks to take back to the equipment room. I was so tired that I walked over to one of the school's star athletes. I didn't choose him, he was just the nearest person between me and the equipment room. I handed HIM the starting blocks and asked him to put them up for me. (no, he didn't know me) He raised an eyebrow and started to say something and then he clamped his mouth shut as I saw the look of pity rise in his eyes. He turned without a word and took the blocks to the equipment room for me. I dare say that was probably a first for him. He was used to being catered to as are all high school, star athetes.

I was cut from the team the next day.

Never did see that coach.

Hard to Explain to Someone Who Doesn't Have a Clue

Hard to explain to someone who has no clue. It's a daily struggle being in pain or feeling sick on the inside while you look fine on the outside.

Please put this as your status for at least 1 hour if you or someone you know has an invisible illness (PTSD, Anxiety, Bipolar, Depression,Crohn's Disease, Diabetes, LUPUS, Fibromyalgia,TM, MS, ME, HS, Chronic Fatigue, Arthritis, Celiac, Cancer, Heart Disease, Epilepsy, Autism,M.D. Scarcoidosis,Migraines, etc.)

" Never judge what you don't understand, I don't know which of my friends will copy. Be interesting to find out. Thank you