Names are a funny thing. I could never be sure what my father would call me but it was always interesting. He on occassion called me Henry. My grandma however always called me Harry. Maybe she wanted that to be my name. Thank god good taste prevailed. Merle is a rather odd derivation of Marlena. My moms name was always Mare, like a horse. An for quite some time i badgered my mother till she conceded to not ever call my brother SteFan his name is steve. I have recently heard that i am beiing addressd as JoSephora. My cousin attempted to call me at work asking for me by that name.

I make my return to the blog after a virus reduced my running system to a very large clock. Its only correct running function. I have repaired it though and now sport an increased veil of security and i am loving the firefox. its much better than Explorer and less vulnerable. I was forced to reformat my hard drive because a cleaner program removed all corrupt files and i guess they were important. I lost some music but all is better.

In reference to Merlee and her fish. That was horrendous. She put a whole fish scales head and all in the microwave for 10 minutes. Better you put a nice BRUNZ in there it would smell better. It still smellled better than the Jamaican ladies with thier shoes and socks off and feet propped up on the table. There were many odd activities that went on at Victory Memorial. There were many strange people I would come in at 7am and go in the lounge to have coffee. The little Vietnamese overnight nurse would walk by and say" Time to make the donuts.." and go in the the bathroom on 3west . I once went in after her and i found footprints on the toilet seat. Bizaare.