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Where does life begin?
It is an age old question unanswered.
Is it at conception?
Is it at the sound of a baby's first cry?
I can offer my opinion, but why should my opinion matter?
Who am I to enforce nature's laws?
Today I see things differently.
My own life began at forty four.

Dear Otin

Dear Otin,

Come on now, baby. Let's put your readers out of their misery, and tell them the truth of what happened last weekend.

Well, not all of it...just the injury stricken moments.


My forehead:

I was just trying to walk through the house in the dark. I thwacked my head on the bedroom door so hard that I'm surprised I didn't knock myself unconscious. Ouch.



My nose and chin:

Your whiskers are like steel wool to my tender skin and removed the top layer of my nose and chin right off. Ouch. (But the kissing... oh so worth it.)



Your eye:

You were trying to get yourself a kiss when we were cooking in the kitchen, and some red pepper dust got into your eye. Ouch.


Love hurts.


Well, at least it did last weekend.

Dear Blueviolet

Dear Blueviolet,

I hope that the bump and bruise on your forehead feels better.

I hope that the raw skin patches on your nose and chin respond well to the Neosporin.

My vision has returned to normal in my left eye.

All in all, It was a wonderful weekend, I love you, and can't wait to see you again!

Goodbye.........

.....for a couple of days! LOL!

I have been blogging for 14 months. In that time, I have posted regularly. In fact, for the first year, I averaged about one post per day.

Nothing kept me from blogging. I took some trips, always bringing the computer and squeezing in posts and comments. I blogged through a bad case of the flu, commenting when it was tough to even look at the computer screen. I actually know that I am a little obsessive with my blog, but really have enjoyed it.

I never thought that there was anything that would make me disappear for more than a day without making me feel like I had to check in, but I was VERY wrong.

Blueviolet will be visiting me, therefore I will be gone until at least Monday. This will be my one and only post of the week.

As most of you who know her can tell, she is a very special woman, and I am truly blessed to have her in my life. She is a treasure and I cannot even imagine wanting to turn on the computer while she is here. I have always kind of scoffed at people who say they have found love on the internet, so I guess the joke is on me. I love her dearly.

Have a great week everyone!!

Hunted

The beast prowled the corridors, searching for the remaining hunter. It seemed as though the tables had turned and the four who had been sent to find and kill him were now down to just one. He had devoured the others, savoring the taste of their flesh. The ravenous monster would not be satisfied until the last remaining assassin was in his belly.

The hallways were dark, illuminated only by small round lights. Clyde, the sole survivor of the expedition, was not sure how to proceed. He and his fellow hunters had split up, thinking that they could corner the beast, but were gravely mistaken. The monster was more cunning than they had ever imagined, and his three friends had been devoured with little effort. Clyde knew that he was now the last hope, but could not decide which was more important, victory or self preservation.

Clyde headed south, down a long straight passage. He could hear movement from behind him, but was not sure if he was being chased or if the creature was just aimlessly cruising . He followed the lights, hoping that he would get one more shot at avenging his friends. He had decided that he would kill the beast, or die trying.

He made a right turn at the next entrance and continued following the lights. The noise behind him began to grow louder. Clyde looked over his shoulder and caught a glimpse of the creature coming up behind him. He watched as it’s jaws opened and closed, cutting a path straight for him. That is when something strange happened.

Clyde all of a sudden lost all of his energy, and his skin began to turn blue. He was weak and had no control of anything. He felt like he had just become a ghost of his former self. He ducked down another hallway, hoping to elude the predator until he could recover from whatever had overcome him. The monster turned down the same passage. Clyde now ran as fast as he could, but the monster was moving much faster, closing the gap. Clyde turned again, this time picking a hallway with no lights, but it seemed hopeless. He was going to be devoured, or at least, that is what he thought.

As fast as the sudden weakness had overcome him, moments earlier, his strength and color returned and a new feeling of bravery arose in him. Why was he running? He was the hunter. Clyde stopped in his tracks and did a 180, facing the monster head on. He was not going to let this bastard defeat him. He ran toward the approaching jaws and lunged himself headlong into it’s path. The monster never knew what hit it. Game over.

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Billy Thomas put another quarter into the Pac Man game. He wondered how much money that he would have to spend before he could make it to the second level.