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How exciting for you Vicki!I hope they can keep him in there for a

bit so he doesn't go out for revenge... at least you and all those

neighbors are watching carefully. Thank goodness. That's great news!

You could almost set up your own type neighborhood watch thing out

there and let those creeps know it. It'd be mighty hard for the

father to NOT know what that guy was up too.

OK Mike- here's the deal. If/When I or my kids go out to Buffalo

again, I'll made those cookies and make them extra evil, just for you!

I now need to dream up something in return... my evil mind will, so

you can count on that

Cari, I SO appreciated your post concerning the antidepressants. I

honestly think they are not for me and have done some " funny " things

to me. Can you describe sort of how you felt when you said you felt

funy after about an hour? Yes, I've been down about this, not at all

feeling myself and not sure who that self really is! I have always

taken the pills as prescribed and I've been on al of them long enough

for them to get in my system and start to work. This morning I found

I had 2 Celexa leftover from before, so instead of taking the Zoloft,

I cut a Celexa in half and took that. So, I have enough for 3

days....which I'm sure isn't enough to wean off. I've been bothered

by a pounding heart a LOT recently, and I'm wondering if it's the

Zoloft. I don't think Celexa did that to me. I don't like the feeling

at all. Sometimes seems to jump around, too- my heartbeat.I'm not

taking the Trazodone tonight, either. Today we drove up to my

father's for dinner and to exchange gifts, and I really didnt want to

go. Too tired, skin getting too itchy and irritated, and simply felt

blah. But I went. It was OK and nice to see the family, but I'm sure

I didn't add much livliness. Only when I tried to " play " the trombone

my stepmother got my 78yr old dad for Christmas!! He always wanted to

play one and never has. I actually made some noise with it, but found

it hard to hold up. My hands don't seem to have the strength they

used to. Don't know why. When my husband tried to play it, all the

sounds that came out sounded like " bathroom sounds in the morning:) "

.. I laughed until tears came out my eyes.

Kids go back to school tomorrow, so I get to be alone for a few

hours. I'm SO glad. Plan on sleeping late and not doing much.Cari, my

advice is: do NOT look out your window at . I know how that is,

though. He knows his own limits by now, mostly, and sometimes he will

just have to push beyond them, and hurt or get too tired. But, he'll

learn to manage himself better that way, in the long run. Well, MAYBE

he will. Ha- do any of us??

Lynn, we rented a movie call After the Storm, with Armande Assante

and Bratt. It was really an excellent movie, and I recommend

it. Takes place down in Bimini in the 1930's. It's a drama with

suspense. Great ending! Then we watched the ball drop and everyone

went to bed except me. That racing, pounding heart feeling was

keeping me awake. So, I didn't get enough sleep last night.

Here's my local " crime report " for the day: We have a real honest

to goodness Mafia compound near us.You should see the decorations

they have up!Amazing. The place has been there for years. It's the

Persico crime family. A friend of my son's who lives right across

from the mafia place told him that the FBI accidentally wiretapped

her family's house a couple months ago. The dummies got the wrong

house, and this girl's parents were told of the mix-up. I suppose I

could see that happening, but gee whiz. The caretaker there is an old

guy who plays golf at my husband's golf club. His name is Joe Trunk-

probably short for Truncato, or something more sinister Rick says

he's awfully nice. I told him to ask nice Joe some questions. My

husband said " are you kidding? " I would, if ever I get the

chance.Heck, I'd volunteer to do undercover work, if they'd let me.

Seriously:) I need some excitement. At times I tend to make my own,

and that always doesn't turn out too well- BIG smile. Ah,

memories....