TexaCan...you have more grace in the fingernail of your little finger than the one who just attacked you and your family...again. For some reason, Kitten/Milosia(Milosia2)/Abbie/Cinner/Arya/Penelope/Penny, etc., etc.., wants to attack you very personally and in as vile a way as she can think of. This is a reflection on her and what is going on in her mind and her soul, and I'm sure you know it has nothing to do with you.

I am very sorry you have to hear these things about your family and especially your beautiful grandchildren! No one should be subject to that kind of h**eful talk. I know you won't be able to erase the thoughts this poor misguided person has thrown your way, (I can't and they're not directed at me...) so I will pray that you will be able to offer them up for God to take over, and place them on a high shelf in your mind where they never see the light of day.

I think one way to deal with this is to pray for her and hope that some day she will be touched by an angel who will guide her onto the right pathway for her.

You tickle me to death.-- I would eat any badger you fixed up and any way you make it.

Don't you have to be in church today? Confess your bearing false witness?

It goes like this: you imbue me with much more interest than I actually have. And so, here goes... Your new granddaughter was conceived in a whore house. The little mama has herpes so bad that baby Texan comes out blind, deformed, and with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome. A birth complication ends with baby and a profound case of cerebral palsy. She will be vocal, but nonverbal, required to use a feeding tube, unable to walk, and with no ability to stand up. She will never walk, much less run, skip, dance, read, confide her feelings, get married, have babies of her own...

The other side of this is that she will need 24/7 around the clock care. Her feeding tube will be an on-going infection, which mama will have to tend to at least five times a day. Her toileting is hard every day; she will have to be showered with each diaper change. And when her physical body reaches puberty, when she gets her first period, your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth. No great-grandbabies, no prom, no flower girl, no teaching her how to make cookies, much less teaching her how to make a bed, or ride horses.

As long as your charade of multiple identities continues, so will my predictions of your granddaughter's amazing life. And you will, out of sheer exhaustion, make the suggestion to warehouse her in a state facility, where she will be totally vulnerable to the diseased minded attendants that will molest your sweet baby girl, possibly impregnating her.

I'm ONE person, with one username, and one ISP code. Get it straight, or who knows what may curse the frog while still in vivo. And that's not a threat, because it is a promise.

Nah, that's a crime! You gotta think outside the box! There was a badger wandering around out here the other night, and I said to myself:
"You know Arch, if I shoot that thing, I have two meals, and a Winter bra for Mrs. B. Might keep them lights on dim!
Eh, I was too lazy, ate some ice cream, and went back to bed.
But I could have!!

I wouldn't have it any other way.