The first time I married I thought I was God and she couldn't accept it.
The second time she thought she was God and I couldn't accept it. The
third time I met someone else. She died and I am still having a hard
time accepting it. Two months later I met a lady and she died a month
later. I got a cat and it got ran over. Last night my little poodle got
ran over. I can't be God cause I am the Grim Reaper. I am learning to
accept death a lot better than what I used to.

ROY!!!! are you serious!?


i am so sorry about your poodle....


it's only life .....go ahead and grieve....i'll be right here..love you
Roy

Thanks, Alex. I feel a lot better this morning. It helped after being
with people at work last night. The nursing home is still working its
magic on me. I get to socialize. I get to see people in a lot worse
shape than me. It stops me from isolating. It gets me out of my head.
The place is so much like a Peyton Place with all the gossiping,
espionage, backstabbing, *****ing and total chaos that I can totally
forget about my problems for a little while because I get so engrossed
in it due to my curiosity of who is really minding the store. Be it ever
so humble there is no place like hell. What really attracts me to the
place is the bipolar people I work with. People who have rage like mine
and how they deal with it. I so fit in with all the dementia going on
and sometimes what worries me is when it starts to making sense. I meet
some there with the same nervous laugh as mine. I get to communicate
with real people with real problems. It is so totally screwed up it is
beautiful.

If divorce is a sin then 90% of the world is gonna be having dinner with
Satan when we pass over

only our dien will tell.good thing i dont believe in hell

in my family of sibs...myself , 3 sisters, 1 brother ...= 11 divorces
......yep..11 total...

we're on the hellbound train apparently