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Amidst all this love I've read on this board already, it suddenly hit me to ask you....How are you feeling? I hope and pray you're not in any pain and that things are good on your side. You've got many angels on your side, man. So as someone from my generation, Tupac, once said: KEEP YOUR HEAD UP!
Hope you & Jen stay at peace and keep on keepin' on!
Much Luv, S.C.

dougdigitalpro,
He has good days and bad days-a couple of bad ones this week but he'll bounce back! Thank you for inquiring. He generally is not in pain-and it's all the other ancillary shit that comes with MS that causes problesm-that's why absolute micro-maintenance is crucial to his care.
Thanks for asking!
Fighting depression is a big one!! jennifer

I'm sure it's beyond anything I've felt, but I believe you can fight that depression, Mr.P! We love you throughout the world. And everytime I get onstage and it starts to feel real, I think of you.

NickFlanagan,
oh-that is really nice to hear! Made him smile!

Jennifer,. It's the truth--and I bet tons of other comics think the same thing.

Jennifer,
I'm also fighting depression and that war ain't for sissies! Boredom's one of the biggest factors - for me anyway. I'm sure the change in Mr. P's lifestyle has had a most profound effect - followed by all the changes that have continued.

I've got to dig into my vault and see if I can come up with some amusing stories to share. What do I got to lose - nobody knows who I am!

I'll work on that - in the meantime, "when animals strike back"
While looking at houses for sale, my realtor and I were at a house that had some land and a pond outback. There are lots of puddle-sized ponds in this area.

Anyway, we looked through the house and then walked out toward the pond. As we were walking out, some ducks flew in and landed. I was checking out how close the neighbor's houses were, privacy, etc. Thought briefly flitted through my mind that the pond was between all the houses and was probably commonly shared. Then the realtor and I slowly headed back to the car.

I was still looking around, checking out the area when Alison, the realtor, who was now getting into her car, said, "Angie, look out!" So I did my "duuuh," face was looking around me, finally noticing this huge duck waddling over. "He probably wants food. I don't have any ducky."

He's still coming - but it's a duck, right? No teeth, not scary - just a duck. But he's trucking straight for me faster than I can get to the car and starts PECKING at my leg.


I try to wave him away with the piece of paper in my hand while heading for the car. He backs off a few steps but as soon as I stop waving, he heads in again and the little fucker is FAST!

So it ends up being a your turn-my turn deal all the way to the car. I wave him off, then run a few steps while he catches up to me. I'm laughing the whole time, wondering what the hell the neighbors think as they watch some girl get chased to her car by the local ducks.

I ended up escaping unharmed except a bruise on my foot where he got me through my sandals. I told the realtor that house should have a "guard duck" warning or something.

I guess they expected to be fed but I don't know what the hell those people's kids do when they go outside! Take a stick?

sahnja,
That's a great story-that fucking ducky loved you girl!!Richard says-"why didn't you feed him or at least let him lick your lotion off your legs!"
Richard!!

Jennifer,

This is sad, but Richard scared me by mentioning "lotion on the legs." A few years back I met this BAAAAAD woman. B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L! Named Hershey, and yes, she had the skin to match. We went out and things went well. She then pulls out a bottle of lotion and before putting it on asks me if I want to do it. I ain't stupid, those legs were kickin! So later on We end up at one of my little spots and smokin' some good shit, she asks me how old I am. I think I was about 24 at the time, she tells me she's only 17! I'm high and paranoid thinking I'm going to jail, getting high with a minor! I took her ass home quick!

Yes, I did call her one more time about 6 months later (after she turned 18) on one of those long, lonely nights where you been through your book 5 or 6 times hoping that you missed a number. We went to the club where she tells me she can't drink anyway because she's pregnant (NOT MINE) then she dances with another cat. SHe caught me sneakin out and I still had to give her a ride home. Damn lotion! Why does black skin have to get ashy anyways?

(Sorry, just in a sharing mood tonight i guess)


I just had an idea... (a first time for everything) I'm gonna start a thread about bad dates...

astonamous,

Ha Ha Ha.

JTF,
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