Jim I'll hold back so blogging from blogging for another while yet
But on a more positive note... was at the zoo today with both my little grandsons and believe it or not, they had but only one animal, which was a dog.. what else to say but it was a ShihTzu
Nam, I never give up unless I'm given a reason to do so... and you should know that.
All the times our friendship went Awall it was always me that made the move to make sure it never went astray, never you which means I value your friendship more than you do mine.. but nevermind it doesn't really matter that much, your a thick headed mule and I can tip toe around that, though at times.. it does wreck my head
Anyways, I've decided I'm leaving the site.... Usha might have a field day with that but been out of here these past few days and I feel all the better for it.
To hell with the typing its time for dancing ... glad you enjoyed the song..
But if you ever come to Ireland and still in need to know the existence of evil for yourself.. I'll bring you back to my grandmothers house, bring a board with you and I'm sure something will happen to make you know that it does.... just don't expect me though to go in with you.
I laugh at myself Moll how I still go cold when I talk about and think of her, I even tell myself to cop on... but I know how it/she was.. no other explanation but she was evil and had her own reasons for fearing the devil as she did.
Apologies Johny if I kinda hijacked your blog alittle.
I honestly don't blame you Molly for thinking as you do.. but whatever about the story concerning the door and the devil I know who I saw that day.. she wasn't just a bad woman she was connected in some ways with evil doings.. only a terrified person would of attacked me as she did.
I was in my early 30's when her eldest (favourite) beloved son died/murdered.. in front of us all at the morgue she half lifted him from the coffin, howling like a banhee she moaned and cried out words in Irish, everyone looked at her younger son, upset he left the morgue..later I found out she cursed him for not being the son taken and cursed he would suffer the price.. A few years later he was murdered within that house, the eye witness said it was like he was killed by the devil himself because of what was done to him.. afterwards thrown into his bedroom with a handful of cats locked in the room whilst he bleed to death.. 11 days they fed on him.
Trust me Molly she was EVIL even though dead, she still managed to stop me from going to her funeral on that glorious day that old witch did finally die...
Oh God, but I'm going to have such nightmares of her tonight
Johny, stay away from those boards, I done one once.... we don't need to know it all, even more so when it comes to the darker side of things..
RE: Double standards with friends
Not in for the kill Ms Biffjust being perfectly honest here with you.
whoever is no more your friend than you are to him/her.
Defending a person that treats others badly isn't a sign of good friendship, I'd call it something else instead.