Thank U very much, Conditions of culture Installed on a cork bark, in terrarium of 100*40*30 (120L). Lighting by 3 neons (2 cold and 1 heat). The plant is placed at ten cm. The terrarium is heated using a heating cord hidden in sand. A fogger ensures the moisture which turns between 85 and 95% to see 100%. A standard ventilator PC turns 24/24 slightly. The whole makes it possible to have temperatures between 20°C the night and 30°C the day, of the fluctuations appear according to the temperature of the part (the room currently) and of the seasons. And what with really very changed it is the installation of a mist of Vivaria mark which turns in 2 cycles of 2 pulverizations the morning and the evening (45 dryness/phases) in addition to one contribution of water with manure the morning before leaving to the job, either approximately 2 to 2.5 mm of water per day, or approximately 60/65 mm of water. What east can compared to precipitations of the place of origin which is normally in September for example of 262 Misters But that is enough in this space closed for a good growth racinaire. I give a little less water in winter. Then bah it is all, ah if I were going to obviously forget much love.

Thanks Kathi,Dh will be checking it out Saturday. OK,the story about the Buddy doll.When DGS was about 2 I gave him one of the "My Buddy" dolls that were real popular then.He will be 18 this month.He didn't like it from the beginning,wouldn't play with it,wouldn't touch it wouldn't go in the same room it was in and if you put it near him he would scream and cry.Said it was "looking at him".That in itself should have told me something but,I just figured he would warm up to it after a while.I thought it was cute.He was about 24 inches tall and looked like a little boy,blonde hair,blue eyes and freckles wearing overalls and a red and white plaid shirt.Sort of reminded me of DGS.Anyway,after about a month of DGS not wanting to have anything to do with it we stuck him up in the top of a closet and forgot about him for about 6 months.Then DS,DIL and kids moved out of our house into a home of their own.The doll went too, packed in a box and was put in the top of a closed in DGS's room.We kept thinking that someday he might decide he wanted to play with it.After they had lived in the house for several months they had been gone one day when they came home the box that had the doll in it was on the bottom of the closet floor with the doll laying on the floor beside it.How did it get off the shelf,we don't know.Thought it may have just fallen and thought nothing of it.DIL sat it in DGS's little rocking chair.He still didn't want to play with it but didn't seem as frightened as before so DIL just left it there.Second night it was in the room DGS got up during the night and got in bed with DS and DIL,not really that unusual but next night did the same after having a bad dream.This continued for about a week,every few nights.One day he told DIL he didn't want that doll in his room because it was looking at him so she put it back in the top of the closet.Next morning it was in the floor,maybe it just fell??? A few days later,same thing,so back in the closet.This happened several times over about a months time and DGS continued to have several nightmares a week but still we didn't think much of it.You know,kids have nightmares and are afraid of things all the time.One day DIL and kids were gone for the afternoon and when they came back the doll was sitting in the middle of the bed!There were no pets in the house and nobody had been there.Sooooo needless to say the doll was taken out of the house.When DS came home they put him in the burn barrel with the trash and burned it.Next morning when DS went out to go to work,guess what...........there laid Buddy beside the barrel,charred but not dead!LOL So he put him back in the barrel and that evening set fire to it again.Next morning Buddy was back on the front porch! By this time we were all creeped out so DS put him back in the barrel and poured gasoline on the stuff and set fire to it again.I guess that did the trick because Buddy never showed up again! I know there are "logical" reasons for it being out of the closet and out of the barrel,but I think Buddy was possessed! He did sort of favor "Chucky". While I have been writing this I have been hearing this rustling noise from the back of my desk.I'm beginning to get a little creeped out wondering if Buddy might be back!LOL Moved some stuff where the noise was coming from and it was a MOUSE!!!! LOL LOL Where's the cat when I need her??? I have known for a couple of weeks that I had a mouse but keep forgetting to buy traps.Well crap,its sitting on the top of my stove right now!LOL Gotta go see if I can swat it with something.LOL

No, my stepkids are great. Surprisingly, they're the LEAST of my problems. I look forward to them being here this next week. Everything is so much more interesting when they're here. (They're girl 16 and boy 13) I probably would've left by now were it not for those kids. We have none of our own. Back in February, my husband had a panic attack while he was at work, came to the ER at the hospital where I work, yada, yada, yada... He was diagnosed with depression and anxiety and has been on disability up until this month--which has paid only a portion of his wages and checks from them have been SSLLLLOOWWW coming. Over the years I've worked with a lot of patients on disability, workers' compensation, etc. and know that this can happen--and with his diagnosis being what it is, the insurance carriers REALLY DON'T like paying benefits on it. Heck, I don't like them paying benefits on it. (I'm a cynic. Comes with the territory.) Anyway, I digress. Since March I have been working the equivalent of two full time jobs just trying to keep the bills paid around here (my one full time and three part time). His disability checks have been just about enough to keep the child support paid and buy a few groceries. I've been responsible for everything else. He spent three months puttering around the house and bouncing back and forth between doctors and counselors. (Don't even get me started on the quality of treatment from some of these so-called 'professionals.') His boss kept calling and wondering when he was coming back. They were very concerned and WANTED him to come back as soon as he could. But he didn't. He said that he "hated" that job. They ended up terminating his employment in June. This is a horrendous feeling to someone who has been working 12-14 hour days almost EVERY day just trying to keep the bills paid. He just basically decided that he didn't want to go back to work there--and has only recently started looking for a job. He was offered one job, but he doesn't really want it so he's not going to take it. He's been doing some work on his own, setting tile, but it's not really reliable and doesn't pay benefits. I keep telling him that he needs to get a full time job with benefits and THEN work on building up his side business, but I may as well be talking to the wall. I've been very, very disappointed in him. There was no reason why he had to stay at a job he hated so much. He could've looked. I told him plenty of times to do JUST THAT. He even told me several years ago after one of our conversations about his job (of which there were many) that it was going to take him quitting and THEN looking for a job to get him to do it. He even forecasted his own panic attack. He just quit, dumped all the financial responsiblity in my lap, and took a four month vacation. Needless to say, I'm very bitter and VERY angry and very, very tired. He's always said that he wanted to be a kid again. Well, that's exactly what he's done. I don't even feel like his wife anymore. I feel more like his mommy. He really, really blew it on this one. I've cried every day since February with the stress of it all and there just doesn't seem to be any end to it. I'm glad the kids are coming tonight. It'll give me something else to think about this week.

I was a long haul trucker for years and travelled throughout the U.S. On a trip in 2003, from Atlanta, GA to Washington, DC, I was scheduled for an early Monday delivery to one of the grocery warehouses. I stopped at a motel in Winchester, VA just off I-81 and went to sleep. I was dreaming a strange dream. I was on an airplane, sitting in first class and smoking a cigarette. Everybody was dressed like extras from a 70s T.V. show. I thought that was strange and I also thought it strange that I could smoke on an airplane. I pulled the airline ticket from my pocket and saw that I was on TWA Flight 514 from Columbus, OH to Washington, DC. It was dated December 1, 1974. Well, I thought, stop the presses-what's going on around here? So I rang the call bell for a stewardess. I told her I'd like to speak to someone from the flight crew because it's 2003, TWA is out of business, and I want to know what in the hell is going on here. She just smiled and said that the crew had began the descent into the Washigton area and could not be bothered by any one right now. So now she heads toward the cockpit door and opens it. I look through the door and all of the sudden see trees that are way too close. The pilot said something like, "get some power on" as the trees got bigger and bigger. I yelled and dove into the aisle. At that moment I woke up. Geez that was creepy. By now I had to leave the motel to go to DC. It was about 2:00 A.M. I get on Highway 7 heading east out of Winchester and around Berryville and on to the intersection of Highway 7 and State route 601 near the town of Bluemont, Virginia. There was a closed gas station on the NE corner. I pulled in to check my map. As I'm sitting there, I swear, I see this guy in the parking lot walking towards me. Now its the middle of the night and as he came closer into the light of an overhead lamp I could see he is wearing what looks like an airline uniform. He walks up to my truck and asks if I could give him a lift to Dulles International Airport. I asked what he was doing out here. He just says, "please take me to the airport, I fly for TWA and have to work a flight this morning". Against my better judgement, I tell him to go around to the passenger side and that I'd take him to the next open place so he could call a cab. So he walks around the front of the truck and just disappears in the headlights. Now I'm totally freaked out and figure its time to put on my boogie shoes. When I got home I decided to research TWA and this whole area of Northern Virginia. I was totally stunned to learn that on December 1, 1974 a TWA Flight 514 crashed into Mount Weather in Virginia about a mile from the intersection where I saw the pilot. All 92 people aboard the Boeing 727 from Columbus, OH were killed when the flight crew initiated a premature descent for Dulles International Airport. The aircraft was virtually vaporized when it hit the mountain. To this day, I've never had any experience...