Nava - Everytime I read “lilbro” I see “libro” and for a moment I am confused, thinking "What does a book have to do in this sentence!  
  Mothers are crazy, I had to move 1,500 miles away to a tiny place accesible only by either puddle jumper air taxi or fishing boat and insisted on 5 years of no communication before we were able to begin again. Now she’s one of my best friends, and one of my regrets is …I live 1,500 miles away from her. Best of luck with your mom situation, sometimes it gets better. Oh, and a very interesting OP, thanks!
db - Maggie just wanted some kitty roca…did she give you a big kiss in gratitude  for the treat?  
  Oh, and the bumpy plane ride things you’ve been doing? Stop that!
You just don’t know how much I hate those little 8 seater air taxis I used to have to take on a regular basis when I lived in the village. Going to Anchorage is marginally better, but still bumpy. shudder
Oh, and I really love the song I Believe, how cool to “know” someone who has a relative who played an extra in the video!  
picu - Awww hun, you have my sympathy. I will massively shorten the story, but when The Son was about 18 months old he got the palm side of his ring finger pinched off in the car door right below the first end joint. With all of the kids trampling around in the dirt, screaming and crying, I couldn’t find the piece of his finger, so I just got everyone back in the car and sped all the way to the hospital. Being as it was Labor Day Weekend my Dr. was out of town, and the on call doc was ancient. He bandaged my son’s hand and told me to see my doctor on Tuesday. Well, by Sunday I could see green seepage through the gauze dressing, so back to the E.R. we went. My doc had come back into town as the weather was nasty, so he met me at the E.R… Mind, he has never made me leave the room for a procedure on any of my children, husband, friends, relatives, children of friends and relatives, etc. he knows that I am good during a crisis. Well, he examined my son’s finger, looked up and told my friend to take me to the cateteria for a coffee!  :eek:  When I was allowed to go back into the room my son was all bandaged up and tear stained. Doc told me to put out my hand, which I did, and he dropped a bit of something white in my hand, and proceeded to tell me that he had to clip off 1/4 inch of my son’s finger bone,  :eek:  then put stiches through the nail and pulled it over the open wound. I cried a lot, but it healed just fine, and unless you look very closely you would never notice that he doesn’t have 10 perfect fingers
spats - My daughter has recently dumped three short term date-relationships with guys who seemed wonderful at first, but moved far too quickly emotionally for her. I have the song from The Little Mermaid, You Got to Woo the Girl stuck in my head for you!
rigs - Losing the coat which your sister gifted to you and feeling emotional about it is not materialistic. I have a few items given under similar circumstances, and I would be beyond distraught if I lost any of them. I mean, life goes on, but there are some things that are worth having emotions about. I will continue to hold out hope that it was an accidental swap and that you and that person will connect and you will get your jacket back.
SCL - Ow ow ow!
mothercat - Did you win your bid on the serger? I love ebay, Retail Therapy and gambling all in one, and if I lose my auction, well, I haven’t really lost anything!
House bunnies + waterbeds = flooding and thoughts of bunny stew, IME.
tarra - I read the Chronicles of Narnia during the first part of my last trimester when I was pregnant with my first. I had very vivid dreams whilst preggers, and I dreamt of talking lions for the rest of that pregnancy! It was really wild, the dreams were so vivid.
MGB - Words fail me. TB is fortunate that I am not the mother of the child on the bus, as I would have gotten the details as to why he was late, and then I woulda raised all kinds of unholy noise far and wide.
Jahdra - I’ve said it before, you and I could have a nice long talk about a lot of commonalities. Go you on staying strong. I don’t work a 12-step, but I do take each 24 hours as it comes. If youi ever want to chat, my email is in my profile.
fcm - We had a pastor couple, and the husband, who delivered the sermons, had a very bad habit of repeating the word “wonderful”. It drove his wife absolutely batty. Our congregation is very small and so we tend to be a little more relaxed than congregations in more populated areas. Since she had tried and tried to convince him to use other adjectives in place of “wonderful”, which reminded her of the Lawrence Welk show, she threatened to sit beind him during a sermon, and every time he said “wonderful” she was going to blow soap bubbles, a la The Lawrence Welk show. He blew her off, as so many husbands tend to do, and darn if she wasn’t armed and ready the following Sunday, and his sermon was punctuated with flurries of soap bubbles with every “wonderful” he uttered. Needless to say, he began to use a thesaurus. (BTW my email is backed up, but I received yours!)
rosieposie - Back in the day I adopted a stray dog. He was mostly beagle, only black and white, and he was all freckled, so I named him Farkle!
And that, I believe, is a long enough post from me for now!
Or would have been, if someone hadn’t broken the Boards!
The word for today has been lethargic…can you kids say that word? Leh-thar-jik…I knew you could! 
 I managed to take a shower and put on a clean dress, oh, and I ate a boring skiffman cheeseburger with lukewarm oven fries. A skiffman burger, with or without cheese, is a challenge. They resemble a meatball more than a meat patty. At least the burger was cooked all the way through this time. I am a huge fan of rare beef, but my burger meat must be completely cooked.
#3 is at a dance up to the High School. It’s so close to Halloween that they were encouraged to dress up, so she went as a dog. She bought a tail, I did her hair up in cute puppy ears (just in sections up high on her head behind her real ears, with the rest hanging down. She asked me to do her face, which was easy, and then she said “Where is that Ace bandage?” I pulled it out of the drawer, and she asked “Mom, may I borrow that, so I can be the dog looking for the man who shot my pa?” (Obviously I share all of you imaginary friends a lot around the house!) So I have to sit up and wait for her to drag her teenage hiney back into the house before I can go to bed for real.
I’m closing now. No really, I am. hehehe…oh yeah, the new Stephen King is out on Tuesday, yay!!!