B.K., about Slugs Arrows and Semi Automatic Weapons:
Slug the title of this reminded me that we have not heard from you in a great while. Are you out there? We miss you.
Kirk, lately love seems to be in short supply or maybe it's just too damn cold to write..ha. Thanks for the pick and that was a real dream.
Congratch to all front pagers. We need more words this month please.
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yay!!! thank you Kirk, for the picks. Super excited :D
Will now go back and enjoy all the picks all over again.
Kirk,
The heart clover petals made me smile. I can't wait to re-read all of this month's selections.
But not now. It's 3:30 am (PST)....just got done writing a grant;/
As some of you know (or don't know) - I have robbed the jaws of death several times know. As a child - I was supposed to die at the age of 7 (my parent even bought grave plots in NJ at the advice of the doctors) - but miradulously I pulled through. I was ssupposed to die from systemic infection that put me into a coma (but pulled through that one). Then The gangrene in my legs that had spread into my brain - where I could not talk or communicate and only hallucinate - where they had to amputate both my legs - and my family was told that I would not be coming home. And now - I have just returned from the hospital after acute renal faiure and Congestive heart failure and antibiotic resistant systemic infections- where I once again defied the Grim Reaper. I can never again take an antibiotic because I have develped allergies to all of them...It's touch and go right now - so I could be here today and gone tomorrow but my husband sent me a poem on our 12th anniversary - promising me miracles that I can only wish were true. I think he loves me and figures that he can talk me into anything. My loving Mike. You can read it here - at your leisure.
Actually I was 5 years of age when I defied death with Mono-Nucleosis and my white cell count had become so low that I was not supposed to survive. and that was the beginning of my brushes with death on numerous occasions. This time, it will take a real miracle to achieve what my husband has described in his poem to me. Where is my faith ? He asks me.
He has always been the stronger one.