A teenaged hotel receptionist in Norwich, England discovered a live baby bat in her 34FF bra. At first she thought the movement was her mobile (cell) phone vibrating!

Maddy Bell(http://www.maddybell.com/page600.html )has posted updates on several stories including her latest Nena-sode, and some fanfics- some of which are not posted elsewhere! Erm, hint, hint, oh yes, that includes one of mine (blushes coyly)Whatever Next part 17, with Drew up to his neck in things again- this time the ironing. If you go to the fanfic page, there are two short stories I wrote for the 2008 Gabycon posted as well. Neither will tax your brain too hard and only one is about cycling - honest!

Well, it's been awhile, but I'm back. What a year. Two major surgeries in my immediate family, a storm blowing half a huge walnut tree onto the house... sigh. Family is doing well now, all healthy, tree removed from proximity to house and is now two piles of brush and limbs. The good news there is it's walnut, as I mentioned.

LONDON TIMES OBITUARY OF THE LATE MR COMMON SENSE

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who
has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he
was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red
tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable
lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; Why the early

I'm looking for a story about a bisnessman who stay in a hotel. He asks for some meds to help his head. When he wakes up he is a woman. He comes back again and again and even gets his boss in on the act. They both eventually take the special treatment to become women forever. I really want to read this story again. If anyone can help, I'd really appricate it.

I'm almost done with a story. It's a story about my life. I need help to clean it up and make sure I'm not violating to many of the rules of writing. After all, I'd hate to have the union on my ass.lol.

Thanks
Jessica(smorr24)

I'm sorry. I will be recovering from life for a bit. Not leaving, I'll still be around, I'll still do Shortcuts!, but I'm being squashed.

In my last blog I told everyone that I came out to my sister. A few minites ago I got this email from her.

Steven,

2:30 am on a sunday morning over the street from me booze briatians finest spilling out into the street. its the same every weekend i have to forgo one nights sleep so the booze crowd can have thier night out.

OMG i sounded just like my grandmother stop me now before i buy the twinset and pearls,

I talked to my sister today. I called her. I called her because I wanted her to say something about what was on my computer. I really did. She never said anything about it, but she did ask me if there was anything I wanted to talk about. She asked me that a couple of times.

I told folks that as soon as I got them developed, I'd post a pic of my new look. Short hair with streaks, contacts instead of glasses.

Here I am again being ravaged and churning words out but it is so good to be back writing even at the volume I am doing now. I am starting a kids camp story and will be posted in a few days once the story matures. Without a trace is growing by the day and the story is taking some twists.