Jennifer's Body is an interesting horror movie that I caught by accident on HBO last night due to one of my wonderful bouts of insomnia. The movie has horror, humor, sex and best of all...a pet ferret. The heroine has a cute white ferret named Spector (he looks just like Marley, Beck Vaughn's little guy). The ferret is portrayed in a positive manner, living free range in the house and loved by both the girl and her Mom. Anyway, thought I would share the "ferret movie sighting" with you, especially with Halloween coming up. Lesley ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 15 Sep 2010 18:00:51 -0400 From: Pie O' Pah <[log in to unmask]> Subject: Faith & Ethel Arrive at the Bridge Together! Dear Darren, Things are beginning to cool down around here, one can feel that crispness starting to creep into the twilight, and the leaves are slowly loosing their green in favour of their striking autumnal colours. It is my favorite time of year, not only because it the month in which I was born, but because my mum loves is as well, and this we hold in common, much like all of our shared memories. I was laying in my outdoor hammie when I heard Hobbes come stomping up, yes, he stomps. He is the most grouchiest, the most disagreeable, the most grumpy fuzzit I have ever known, and I love him with all of my heart. I think, mostly, it's an act. He was mum's grouch in life,as well as her - still to date - number one instigator, and since there are much better instigators up here, he has to rely on his grouchiness to set him apart from others, like he needs to do that. This is a place where each and everyone of us is special as everyone else - but he is Hobbes after all, and so the Big Guy allows him to "get his grump on" <snort, giggle> He continued to stomp right on up the my hammie and reached into his courier bad and came out with not one, but two scrolls. "Here ya go Pie.", he mumbled, "and by the way, they both are sisters, so they will be arriving at the same time, the Big Guy let Faith linger around and be of comfort to her dad, and to wait for her sister to join her." And off he stomped, now I have to mention, that one can attribute his stomp to the Wellies he had on, can you imagine a fuzzit in Wellington boots, and it wasn't even muddy! That's my brother Hobbes for you, and don't get me going on his winter get-up .... let's just say the Fashion Police would give him a ticket for bad taste! I sat down on the ground and opened both scrolls at the same time, and there before me were pictures of two beautiful fuzzits, a lovely champagne, and a gorgeous silver-mitt. Their faces were so warm and open and one could see, just by looking at them, just how much they were loved. As I read more about them, I was surprised to find just how different they were from one and another. Faith was calm, and very mild mannered, a sweet and gentle fuzzit girl, and Ethel was the wild one, very enthusiastic, and given to long boughs of war dancing, AND as her you aptly put it, "Prone to snoozing with her tongue hanging out." I had to laugh over that one. I have a sister up here named Piper, she would pull herself into her Cuddl_E cup and then stop half-way and go to sleep with her bum hanging out! I bet they will get along real well, don't you think? As it always is when I am ready to go to and do a greeting, I have found that the many loved ones in our lives will find their way to me. It's funny, but when I first became a Greeter, I would have to go and hunt others down, and then go and do the greeting, but as of late I have found that we are all somehow tuned into one and another, and just "instinctively" know just when it is time to be there. So it was no surprise to me when I saw Hope and Lucy coming my way. The funny thing is, I could tell there was a vast difference between the two. Hope had very slow gate, and it reminded me of a a dreamy runway model, while Lucy was running like a energetic line-backer, but you could tell that despite these differences, there was both joy as well as sadness reflected upon their tiny faces. Lucy got to me first and tackled me but good, and then she got up and started a wicked-mean war dance, and of course, I just *had* to join in, but when Faith got there she stood upright with her hands firmly set on her hips, and had this great Kate Moss squint and she said, in a clipped tone. "Lucy, we do not tackle the Greeter!" And Lucy stopped war dancing all for but a few seconds and then she was back at it again, and I had to admit, this was one vivacious fuzzit and really enjoyed being near her seemingly boundless energy. But I also could find myself at peace, just by merely observing Faith. It made me all the more eager to greet Hope and Ethel! It's funny, but sometimes it seems like a very short walk to the Bridge, and sometimes it seems much longer, but it is never the same path that we travel. It is almost as if we are given a chance to explore different places which exist only here. This time the walk was short, and I assume it was because it was not one, but two fuzzit's coming our way, and both were leaving behind a wonderful and loving daddy. I know it is never, ever easy to say goodbye to us, and it's even harder still when it is a choice that is made by you, rather then one we have made ourselves, but you have to know, and I mean HAVE to know, that when you make that choice, you are showing that you understand what lesson we have taught you, and that would be of unconditional love. I know I say in it every greeting, and while others may find it boring, or too redundant, but I can't even begin to explain how it is the *most* important thing we will ever learn in our earthly lives. You not only learned it, but exceeded it when you unselfishly allowed Faith and Ethel to leave with their dignity intact, and *that* was the best way to say I love you. At the Bridge we saw all of the trees in their last stages of greenery, and it was quiet. Like everything held its breath at once, to await the newest additions to the Bridge. We watched as a low pool of mist came flowing over water where the Bridge usually waits, but instead we saw these large, flat and close-set rocks. The mist wound its way around the rocks, making them quite prominent, and then we not only saw but heard Ethel dooking and the next thing we knew she came running, with no fear towards those rocks and then bip-bop-boo, she was here. She just took to those stones like a fish to water and showed no fear. Faith came gliding up gracefully after her, and her approach to the rock bridge, was to lithely jump from stone to stone, which reminded me very much of a prima a ballerina. I was so happy to see that she not only got her lush silver-mitt coat back, but that her sister Ethel was back to her wonderful voluptuous self! There tender hugs and soft nose-to-nose bumping between Hope and Faith, and of course tears. Girls like to cry, or least some of them do, but it was a far different story with Lucy and Ethel, as there was much loud dooking and some very fierce war dancing, and of the two, I had to join in with the war dancing of course! So if there is any question as to there safe arrival, I hope this greeting abates it for you. Both Faith and Ethel are here, and they are whole and happy, and ever so grateful that they had such a wonderful daddy in their lives. And as I hope you know Darren, they send you love as well as keep of the love you ever gave them, and wear it around them like a ray of light. In Love & In Comfort Pie O' Pah P.S. The Big Guy made a new room, and guess what it's filled with???? Empty Sun Chip bags!!!! [Posted in FML 6822]