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Wow.  Heres what I am thinking, you need to see your doctor and get on some Xanax or something.  If Chicago is so wonderful, perhaps you would be happier there?  I learned a long time ago that the people who toot their own horn usually do so out of a desperate need for attention, not because they are actually as "big and bad" as they want everyone to think they are.  I do not live in Elk county but have family there, and I guarantee you they aren't nearly as "looney" as you are.  Keep ranting like you do and you may run across some ol boy down there in Elk county that will take ya up on how big and bad you are.  People there are friendly, but don't take kindly to some of the statements you have made.  However, if it makes ya feel better keep rantin and raving about everything, cuz Elk county may be a small place, but people there aren't stupid and know an idiot when they see one.

That is unreal.  She spent as much on an afternoon snack as some of us spend for a whole month of feeding our families.  Of course, we are the working class and eat hamburger instead of lobster.  She obviously isn't the "someone" who is going to give up anything.

This was written by a young Indian girl who was in jail for drug charges, and was addicted to meth.  She wrote this while in jail.  As you will soon read, she fully grasped the horrors of the drug, as she tells in this simple, yet profound poem.  She was released from jail, but, true to her story, the drug owned her.  They found her dead not long after.

My name: "Is Meth"

I destroy homes, I tear families apart,
Take your children, and that's just the start.
I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold,
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.

If you need me, remember I'm easily found,
I live all around you – in schools and in town.
I live with the rich; I live with the poor,
I live down the street, and maybe next door.

I'm made in a lab, but not like you think,
I can be made under the kitchen sink.
In your child's closet, and even in the woods,
If this scares you to death, well it certainly should.

I have many names, but there's one you know best,
I'm sure you've heard of me, my name is crystal meth.
My power is awesome; try me you'll see,
But if you do, you may never break free.

Just try me once and I might let you go,
But try me twice, and I'll own your soul.
When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie,
You'll do what you have to – just to get high.

The crimes you'll commit for my narcotic charms
Will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your arms.
You'll lie to your mother; you'll steal from your dad,
When you see their tears, you should feel sad.

But you'll forget your morals and how you were raised,
I'll be your conscience, I'll teach you my ways.
I take kids from parents, and parents from kids,
I turn people from God, and separate friends.


I'll take everything from you, your looks and your pride.
I'll be with you always – right by your side.
You'll give up everything – your family, your home,
Your friends, your money, then you'll be alone.

I'll take and take, till you have nothing more to give,
When I'm finished with you, you'll be lucky to live.

If you try me be warned – this is no game,
If given the chance, I'll drive you insane.
I'll own you completely, your soul will be mine.

The nightmares I'll give you while lying in bed,
The voices you'll hear, from inside your head.
The sweats, the shakes, the visions you'll see,
I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.

But then it's too late, and you'll know in your heart,
That you are mine, and we shall not part.
You'll regret that you tried me, they always do,
But you came to me, not I to you.

You knew this would happen, many times you were told,
But you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.
You could have said no, and just walked away,
If you could live that day over, now what would you say?

I'll be your master, you will be my slave,
I'll even go with you, when you go to your grave.
Now that you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not?  It's all up to you.

I can bring you more misery than words can tell,
Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.

and yes, they give it to kids, the kids like it, they come back for more but have to pay the 2nd time.  Unfortunately, it can be so potent they don't realize it was too much until its too late.  A very, very sad situation.

Sorry, but I feel compelled to respond.  If people do not think there is meth in Elk county they have their heads in the sand.  It is everywhere.  It was there 30 years ago, but the stuff today is so much more dangerous.  In the 1980s the drug was 30-35% pure, now it is 90% pure.  And you can't blame it on the parents.  Unfortunately drug users come from the best of families with the best of parents.  However, it does take tough caring parents to stick by them until they get their life back together. 

sorry 2-3 tablespoons of flour to each layer, add to recipe above  LOL  brain short circuited there for a minute

Unfortunately I don't have an actual recipe, I tend to cook like gma did where just add a dab of this and bit of that  LOL   I can give the general recipe tho, this is for big casserole, do adjust accordingly

1 large head of cabbage, chunked into about 1-2" chunks and blanched just to soften up a lil bit
about 1/2 box of Velveta (others just don't taste the same) chunked into about 1/2" chunks
flour
salt and pepper
butter
milk

after cabbage is blanched drain it good, then start layering in the casserole, starting with cabbage, then sprinkle each layer with salt and pepper and tablespoons of flour, add 3-4 pats of butter, then 1/3 of cheese, usually 3 layers, ending with cheese on top.  Add enough milk to about 1/2 way up the pan, cover and bake for 1 hour at 350.  I usually uncover for about the last 20 minutes cuz e1 likes the cheese a lil crispy on the top

really simple recipe, and have had people who claimed to HATE cabbage love it

Coming from the family I came from where there was ALWAYS a pot of coffee on 24/7, I never acquired a taste for it.  I get my morning caffeine jolt from Coca-Cola.  I am like David I guess in that I could be called a coke fanatic.  If a place only service Pepsi and not coke, I will drink water, and I am either going to have to get a bigger kitchen or quit collecting coca-cola stuff as I am about out of room!!!!

I have maybe a stupid question someone can answer.  Who is going to do something about keeping work in America?  I have just received word that the company I work for may have to close its doors due to AMERICAN companies outsourcing work overseas.  They claim they can get the work done for 50% less than what we make to do it.  They readily admit that the quality of the work will not be the same, but its all about the bottom dollar.  So the doctors are going to send our work to India but when I go to the doctor my cost isn't going to be cut in 1/2, so where does that leave the American people?  Until they stop sending U.S work overseas and keep it here at home we're all eventually gonna be screwed.  What ever happened to "buy American"?  Between the outsourcing overseas and hiring illegals to do the work here, an honest working person can't even make enough to pay the light bill.  Kinda sucks if ya ask me.   

I have always said they will get my gun when they pry my dead fingers off of it and not until then.