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Feb. 16th, 2004


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one of lunas babies (mica firefly) just opend and eye :D
life is good

Feb. 15th, 2004



Marriage is love.

Feb. 14th, 2004


and again....

i know i keep bugging my friends with this but it is so much healthier than sugar ...since i have been living in the U.S i have been subjected to so much sugar overdose it is insane ...Americans tend to eat and put 3 times more sugar into thier food than most european countries ...it worries me ...honey is good but it still has calories and because i tend to get animal crualty free honey it costs a lot and is only used on special ocasions ...so here for those intersted


qwik facts :

Stevia General Information:

Used for over 1500 years by the native Guarani Indians, Stevia is an herb with an abundance of positive effects. The Stevia leaf contains numerous phytonutrients and trace minerals, and is much sweeter than sugar, minus the negative effects. Stevia sweetener can sweeten any drink without calories and carbohydrates, and is diabetic safe. Using Stevia sweetener as part of a regular diet has been reported to minimize hunger sensations and cravings for sweets or fatty foods.

Stevia Uses & Scientific Evidence For
Stevia nourishes the pancreas, and since there are no calories or carbohydrates, it can be used as a weight loss aid. This sweet herb also aides in digestion, decreases hypertension without effecting normal blood pressure, stabilizes blood glucose levels, shortens recovery time from colds and the flu, and helps curb the cravings associated with addictions to tobacco and alcohol. When used in toothpaste or mouthwash, Stevia can reduce cavities and gum disease.
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Feb. 11th, 2004


cow robbes bank..just kidding but read ......


non, non ,non je ne mari pas

Wedding guest cow wanders into bank

'Paula' caught on security cameras
A combination picture from a security camera shows a Friesian cow named Paula wandering into a Hanover Sparkasse savings bank in the northern German small rural town of Wunstorf.

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Feb. 10th, 2004


take a load of this

The Ultimate in Irony

borrowed from mettalchikk

Updated: 12:27 PM EST
Report Says Diet Doctor Atkins Was Obese
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this is the sadest thing i have read in a long time ...it made me cry ;_____;
 When I was a puppy I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.

       My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

       Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

       She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."

       As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them, especially their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be.

       I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being your dog to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

       Now you have a new career opportunity in another city and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

       I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers."

       You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

       After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

       They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

        I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.

       She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"

       Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.

February 2004



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