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Here is a link to my favorite Peeps site. Whether you love or hate the little buggers,you have to admit that Peeps are ubiquitous this time of year. Little did we know how resilient they are. View this, read as much as yoou can (preferably aloud, to yourself or an audience,) and enjoy.

Like, how easy swollen feet can cause a pressure sore. Like, how easy it is to become bedridden. Like, how not all bowel incontinence is caused by constipation. Like, how Medicare is reactive and never, ever, proactive. ??? I mean ... WTF??? Doesn't anyone tell the truth about the variety and possibility of MS, or are they all afraid to scare the newly diagnosed? Let's fill our magazines with articles about supercrips who run marathons and climb mountains. It has bothered me for a lo-o-ong time, but it seems to have reached a tipping point with my patience. I can write a paragraph, or an entry, about each of those statements above. Perhaps I will. Good Night, TTYL, and Be Well,

I lived on Queen Anne Hill in Seattle from the time I was born until I was about 22. I then got my first apartment on lower Q.A.; it was a studio which I converted into a 1 bedroom just by closing the closet doors. They were glass paned french doors which I decorated each month accordingly with paper designs: snowflakes, hearts, shamrocks, etc. I was given a 9x12' wool rug by a friend who always found the best deals at the Goodwill. I got a vintage couch for $50 from a friend at work. I brought my dresser, a bookcase, and my breakfast nook table from home. And I bought two chairs from an antique dealer in Pioneer Square where I had worked for $90. I was all set up. My rent was $300/mo then. Now it is called The Seaview, "one of Seattle's premier Art Deco condo buildings" and the unit next to mine, #310 is up for sale for $215,444, and they want more than I paid in rent for condo fees! On Elliot Bay there is a grain terminal, just down and to the right of my ap...

Yes, ibb stands for I'll Be Back - shortly. I have one new post in editing mode, and several ideas are percolating in my hole addled brain. Along with my mad keyboarding skills, they will be up soon and in the near future you will be getting used to reading me again. If you build it, they will come. Good night, TTYL, and Be Well,

After I came in, sat down and caught my breath, I explained what had happened. He was kind enough to walk me the rest of the way home - one more block. When I got inside, I simply apologised for being late and said that time just slipped away from me as I browsed the magazines, and let it go at that. It would have freaked my parents out! Years later I was reading Ann Rule's book The Stranger Beside Me , her story of Ted Bundy - the serial killer. She wrote of the year/s she worked/volunteered next to him at a crisis call center, where they fielded calls, often from women who had been assaulted. I was thinking that he was getting more out of this job than just the good feeling that he was helping. He was answering calls from women who had been assaulted. I imagine him prodding for details... suggesting that catharsis would help them to get beyond the experience of having been raped. Hell, he was probably telling the suicidal callers to 'swallow the whole jar of sleepi...