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Welcome! [May. 7th, 2008|09:39 pm]
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L is for Lupus, an online directory of reviews and recommendations for patients by patients, has officially gone online today.

Bear in mind, this is just the beginning. This site will not be limited to just lupus-related material. I've begun to include Fibromyalgia books and websites to review, and I hope to include other auto-immune diseases as well.

I'm very excited to be ahead of schedule! Please help get this started and write some reviews! Your opinion will help others research their auto-immune disease. I hope to see you there!



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L is for Lupus - reviews+recommendations [Apr. 22nd, 2008|10:00 am]
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Beginning May 15th, 2008, L is for Lupus will be an online directory of reviews and recommendations for lupus patients by lupus patients. An online community/bulletin board is also in the works.

L is for Lupus is currently seeking submissions for books and other items to review. We're not ready to accept actual reviews just yet--that will begin on May 15th. If there's something you would like to see reviewed on L is for Lupus, please let me know by posting below or send me an e-mail!






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Adam and Eve [Sep. 9th, 2007|02:28 pm]
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squiffy2

A Briton, a Frenchman and a Russian are viewing a painting of Adam and Eve frolicking in the Garden of Eden.

"Look at their reserve, their calm," muses the Brit. "They must be British."

"Nonsense," the Frenchman disagrees. "They're naked, and so beautiful. Clearly, they are French."

"No clothes, no shelter," the Russian points out, "they have only an apple to eat, and they're being told this is paradise. They are Russian."

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Venus Return [Aug. 31st, 2007|07:50 am]
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The first manned expedition to Venus had finally returned. The
leader of the expedition, Captain Squiffy the Rocket, was making his report
to the admiral in charge of Star Fleet. "So, Squiffy, did you find any life
on Venus?"

"Yes sir. Intelligent life, if fact. And what's more, they were almost
identical to humans." "Almost? What do you mean?" "Well admiral it was
kind of strange, they have one less joint in their arms." "I see. So I
suppose you could say that..."

"Yes sir. The natives are wristless."

Squiffy's House Of Fun - Laughter For Multiple Sclerosis

Squiffy - Never anger a dragon,for you are crunchy, and go exceptionally well with
Brie........

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Similarities [Aug. 30th, 2007|07:58 am]
What's the fun in being sick if you can't laugh?

squiffy2
Similarities
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Dear Friend [Aug. 29th, 2007|04:50 pm]
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squiffy2
Today is International Disturbed People's Day.

Please send an encouraging message to a disturbed friend... just as I've done.

I don't care if you lick windows,
see dead people,
or occasionally pee yourself...

You hang in there sunshine,
you're Bloody special.
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Woman Trouble [Aug. 28th, 2007|05:23 pm]
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squiffy2
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Cat-astrophe strikes the Ladies Dart Match [Aug. 27th, 2007|08:13 pm]
What's the fun in being sick if you can't laugh?

squiffy2

Cat-astrophe strikes the Ladies Dart Match

On reflection it was not Boris's fault it was Pier's! Boris had assumed his usual Saloon Bar position, curled under my chair, as the triumphant members of the Chumley Martin Cricket Team discussed, and, dare I say it, celebrated in time honoured fashion, our monumental win over our arch rivals - Studley Regis.

Yes, on Sunday, we struck a blow (or should that be batted an innings?) for the honour of the village, and blew away the opposition! Well, actually, we won by two runs, but that is by the by!

Anyhow, I digress, there we were, last night, in fine spirits (well, George, the long suffering Landlord had dug out a particularly fine Malt to celebrate) when Piers announced he needed to visit the Lav, stood up and consequently stepped full square on the slumbering Boris's tail! Well, pandemonium ensued! Boris leapt to his feet as if blasted by a 12 bore, howling with pain. It was at this moment that the evening took a most unfortunate twist......

At the exact moment of Boris's rude awakening, who should saunter in to the bar but Stalin, the resident mog of the Cat and Custard Pot. Boris, espied said feline, and assumed, in his dim, but lovely Labrador brain, that Stalin was the cause of his pain and considerable discomfort and took off like a bull after a herd of in heat heifers after his supposed tormentor baying for blood!

Stalin, as would be expected, did not want to dally with a large over-weight black Lab determined to take all of his remaining 9 lives in one swoop, so was off across the bar as if his life depended on it (which in truth it probably did)!

Now, I suppose, I should already have mentioned the Ladies Darts Match that was underway between our very own Cat & Custard Pot team and that from The Spotted Cow from Dimly cum Hardly. Anyhow, for reasons best known to himself, Stalin decided the safest place would be on the head of the Dimly cum Hardly Ladies Captain, who just happens to be their vicar as well. The Reverend, dressed in a very becoming halter-topped summer dress span around shrieking from having a rather large Tabby suddenly appear on her head. Boris decided there is no such thing as sacred sanctuary and launched himself at Stalin. He managed to place both paws on the Vicar's shoulders, but then fell back. This had two direct repercussions.

1. Stalin then took a bid for freedom and sailed out the nearest window and was last seen heading for Studley Regis with Boris not far behind.
2. The Reverend's halter-top straps, not designed for withstanding 6 odd stone of black Labrador hanging from them, parted company with the frock. The dress, now not held up by anything more than a wing, and, most probably, a hasty prayer, descended to the floor of the Saloon Bar.

You could have heard a pin drop! It must be said it is very unusual to find one of the local vicars standing in any of the local hostelries in black Janet Raeger underwear (well, as far as we know) but we all stood frozen and open- mouthed. Molly, the barmaid, was the first to spring into action, and rushed from the kitchen with a large towel and covered the Vicar's embarrassment, and I must say what a lovely embarrassment she had.

The evening probably then would have gotten back to normal, but I just couldn't resist a little jape. I turned to the cricket team members and said, probably, as it seems, a little loudly, that it was the first time in living memory one of the local clergy had been "de-frocked".

To say relations with the visiting Ladies Darts Team were a little frosty after that would be a vast understatement, but such is life in the country.


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Durex [Aug. 26th, 2007|03:43 pm]
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squiffy2
Duex advert
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Old remains [Aug. 23rd, 2007|09:12 am]
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An archaeological team, digging in London has uncovered 10,000 year old bones and fossil remains of what is believed to be the first Politician....

www.shof.msrcsites.co.uk/poli1.jpg
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