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She had been abused and was extremely timid. In fact, it took several days for me to get her to come out of her kennel. When she did come out it was only for quick moments and then she would go back in. When I finally gained her trust, she wouldn’t leave my heals. For thirteen years, she has followed me around ever since. We have to close her kennel during the day, while I’m at work. If we don’t she’ll just go in there and lay down. She won’t move until I get home.

She’s continued to be a little bit of a Nervous Nelly. When she wants to be picked up, she still gets scared, and will jump away when you try to grab her. She doesn’t like men and still has a hard time trusting Mike. If you step near her, she’ll yelp. If you make a loud noise, she’ll cower. All neurosis aside, she is a different dog. She is a happy dog. She needed me…and I needed her.

Growing up, I was given several pets, but fate wasn’t on our side. My first 3 dogs were killed when they were hit by cars. My first kitten died from illness before she ever got to be a cat. My next dog ran away. That all happened before I was 10 years old. My next dog hung himself on his on leash, when he got twisted up around our porch. I was 11 then. It wasn’t until I was a Junior in high school, did my Mom try and get another pet. By then, I was doing my own teenage thing, so he was really more my little Brother’s dog. He had better luck and only recently left this world after a very long life.

I bring this up, because when I got Taz-Cee, I was so worried that she would have the same fate at my previous pets. I didn’t know if I just wasn’t meant to have a pet. I love animals, so I really had a hard time with that concept. After gaining Taz-Cee’s trust and keeping her as my constant, little neurotic companion, she tested the curse of the past. About four years after I got Taz-Cee, I let her outside to do to the bathroom on the 4th of July. Remember how I said she was scared of loud noises? The fireworks in the neighborhood must have scared her and she took off. I remember that night so well. I scoured the neighborhood looking for her. No luck. I cried myself into hysterics that night. I sobbed and held her toys. I cried out loud, that “She didn’t have her cage…and she didn’t have her cookie monster…and she didn’t have her mom”. My heart broke…because I DIDN’T HAVE MY TAZ-CEE.

I had to work the following morning and my face was swollen like a Muppet from all the crying. I could barely open my eyes. I just knew that this was it. She was gone forever. Low and behold, I got a call that she was found, across town. Someone was sitting out on their porch and scared, she just ran up to them and jumped in their lap, shaking like a leaf. Fortunately they called her tag number into a local vet and the vet tracked me down. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so relieved. I had my baby girl back.

She gave me one other good scare too. This was just a few years ago. I let her outside to go to the bathroom. I was standing out on the porch watching her. But she caught sight of another animal across the street and bam, she was off like lightening. I screamed at her, but she couldn’t hear me, her animal instincts took over. Everything happened like it was slow motion. I saw her in the street and a car trying to stop, but it didn’t look like it was going to have enough time. I almost watched her go under the wheels of that car. Fortunately, the car was able to stop in time. She turned around and I picked her up. Furious and terrified, I took her right into the house, tossed her into her kennel, shut the door and cried.

Why do I bring this all up, you ask? The curse is lifted. But after thirteen years, she’s losing her sight rapidly. Her hearing is just about gone. She is still a happy dog, with good quality of life, but her mortality is becoming very apparent to me. Her time is short for this world. Some day in the not-so-distant future, I will have to say “farewell for now.” The really sad part is that my beautiful, little boy will probably never know my sweet, little girl.

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I was going crazy. My desk was THE WORST! I suffered from terrible fatigue from day one of my pregnancy. So, while I continued to sell Avon, I wasn’t properly handling any of the reporting or filing. So, all of this crap was just piling up on my desk. It was a cesspool of Avon paperwork, brochures, etc. It got so bad that I had two boxes of Avon paperwork and other junk that spilled over into the Dining Room. I even found a customer payment from FEBRUARY! It was insane and it ended up turning into a huge monster. A monster that I wanted organized, but was just so afraid to touch since it had become such a mess.

Well, I let that cleaning bug get me good. I cleaned out everything. I reorganized my desk. I got almost all of the paperwork filed. All that is left are some changes I’d like to make to my desktop set, reconciling some old Avon statements and keeping it that way. The hubby cleaned and reorganized his desk, plus he cleaned out a cubby hole that had been collecting electronic gadgets, computer part and various other crap for a very long time. It feels so good to have that weight off my shoulders and to know that we were productive over the weekend.

Still on the “To Do List” (posting to help keep myself accountable!)

• Store Gabe’s Clothes That Are Too Small
• Store my off season clothes
• Get old clothes ready to go to the shelter
• Clean bathroom shelves and cabinet and box up old products to go to woman’s shelter

I’m sure there is more. I might have to add this to my sidebar.

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You Are Janet’s Corset!
You like to squeeze the breasts firmly and wrap
yourself around the upper-body. Your into
tight-fitting and revealing clothing. But you
like to dress mostly in black. You play
innocent, but when it comes down to it, your
right in there with the rest of the
sluts..haha..

What Rocky Horror Cast Prop or Costume Piece are you?
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Are you game?
“Computer games don’t affect kids, I mean if Pac Man affected us as kids, we’d all be running around in darkened rooms, munching pills and listening to repetitive music.” -Marcus Brigstocke

1) What is your favorite board game? Does Mah Jongg count? If not, Aggravation.
2) What type of games are your favorite? (ie, board, card, participatory, dice, word games) Computer, then card.
3) How many games do you own, and if possible, list them. I own three Mah Jongg sets. Together with my husband we own a few video games.
4) Do you enjoy computer or video games? Which one is your favorite? I do, although I don’t have much time to play lately. Quake 3 Arena is probably my favorite. I really, really enjoyed playing Clive Barker’s Undying, American McGee’s Alice and Eternal Darkness on the Cube.
5) Describe a great childhood memory of an outside game. I’m not sure if counts as a game…but I used to play “waitress” with my cousin. We would take turns being a waitress and a customer. Each time we played we picked a different personality. Sometimes we’d be the rich, snob, customer. Sometimes we’d be the gum-chewing, white trash waitress…and vice versa. It was a riot. It was basically a little game to see how annoying we could be for the other one. Since we played it outside, we would find whatever junk was in the garden or the yard and pretend it was the food we were serving/eating.

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No back history required for this one…it started with an old house. I somehow acquire a very old, but ginormous house. I don’t know if I bought it, inherited it, or what the deal was…but it was mine. It was a humungous 3 story home, but it was old and had been vacant for 25 years. It was filled with a lot of junk and in bad need of restoration.

I decided it was too beautiful a home not to try and fix-up, but I didn’t have any money, so I started doing the restoration myself. After I spend some time in the house, I started to notice strange things happening. I’d walk into a room to find my equipment had been moved to someplace else….or a door would slowly creak shut on me. They were all subtle things in the beginning.

It didn’t take long for the house to become threatening. As I was working, a tool would fly past my head and stick into the wall, just narrowly missing me. I wasn’t sure what to do. I was terrified, but I really wanted the house. I continued to work and continued to experience many scary and threatening things. Then I discovered a “friendly” situation in one of the 3rd floor bathrooms. There was a white curtain in the bathroom, that would take the shape of a woman. It would open and close the door for me whenever I was up there. I decided to try and talk to the woman and see if I could do something to stop the threats and peacefully live in the house.

As I was talking to the woman, the house started to shake and growl. Soon after the house-quake began, an unseen force pushed me out of the bathroom. I tried to resist, but it continued to shove me into another room. It would give me a push and knock me a few steps back. I’d try to lunge forward and then it would push me again. This continued until the force managed to push me out of a third story window. The house was on a steep hill. While I managed to survive the fall, I did roll down this hill before I was able to stand up.

I stood up and looked back at the house. It was still growling and shaking. All of the windows glowed like there was fire inside. Then the perspective changed and it was if I was looking through a camera at myself. As the camera pulled away, there was a bizarre effect…almost like a fish eye lense or some kind of distortion that I don’t know the name of. Then it focused in on me just as something shot out of the house…a nail or piece of wood or something and it shot me in the head. The last thing I saw was my eyes close as blood started to cover my eyes.

Then I woke up. It spooked me pretty bad at first. I had to go to the restroom and I was scared to leave the bed. I almost woke Mike up, so he could walk downstairs with me, but I didn’t. I managed to make it downstairs…take care of business and fall back asleep without a problem.

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