I thought I'd start something in the memory of my friend Reb. The idea came to me when Renee Downs called me and while crying did a 180 on me and brought up some special and funny memories of Reb. It's so easy to do if you knew her after all. Reb was like a female Robin Williams. Her wit, silly vaudeville type antics, and skill at impersonations brought joy to everyone near her. She even managed to translate that on paper in letters and posts. So in honor of her, here it goes ... I'll start. I "used" to be very ill, mentally (SHUT UP hehe). I was asked by the IFC to speak long ago, at the Vegas Ferret Symposium. It seemed impossible at first. I was very dependant on my husband and oldest boy at the time and could not be alone in new situations yet. I even still had some rare "wandering" events going on. No, the bipolar woman missing from Mocasin Bend here in Chattanooga who was found days later in the woods, was not me. Really. Anyway, Reb was the first to jump in and say that she would "care" for me. She enlisted the help of the eccentric Georgia Wood and even the very busy elf, Judy Cook to tag team me (no, not that kind of tag teaming). Marsha Crowell was quick to join in because, truly, Judy was far too busy to help a lot. Reb (and Marsha) roomed with me of course and sort of baby sat me. Although my husband had never personally met her, he trusted her and trusted her more than some people we knew in real life (hate that term, but you know what I mean). Because of her, and her alone, I was able to go. The rest is history and it was after that point that many of you probably heard of me or met me. It was a huge leap for me, and because of my adventure, I left the psychological limbo that I was caught in. Her job was not easy. I leaped out of bed one night onto the floor one night and she had to put me back to bed. I "escaped" twice. The first time, I wandered off and "awoke" to find myself knocking on a strange door. Three very young studs, half dressed answered the door. They asked me to party and eat pizza. Thankfully (or not?), I came to and was with it enough at that point to say no and found my way back downstairs. The second time, Renee Downs caught me wandering off on the last night. She grabbed my arm and asked suspiciously "Just where are you going?" I didn't know. She whipped me around in a circle and walked me back into the reception room and back to Reb, et al. Hehe. I have no idea why I'd get confused on occasion. I mean she only would speak in a heavy Scottish accent for an hour at a time and switch off to a Russian one, English, then a french one. She'd then jump into the Martin Short character Ed Grimly from Saturday night live. Nope, can't imagine why the tranquilizers that I took in quadruple didn't always get the job done. Gifts came regularly from the McFarlane family. I stole a pair of totally blown out underwear and shoved them into LindaFerrets' mouth in Altanta. Soon after, a pair of boxers came in the mail for Scott with a note from her husband that said, "go with the force and wear them well young Jedi". My boys have received gifts and card from her on holidays and birthdays for seven years now. Our family received a huge box each Christmas with her well known breads and cookies. Right now, I have a gift she sent weeks ago that is still unopened! It is a big Dory fish from Finding Nemo (SHUT UP ... no, I have no idea why anyone would associate me and the flaky Dory from the movie ... can't imagine why, nope). It swims. Okay, well just for now, those are some memories to get people started. I'm very busy now after all. I have to go fill my bathtub and watch a fish swim ..... Wolfy [Posted in FML 5407]