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	Write 2 the Heart Stories that are aimed "Write 2 the Heart" March 8, 2005 Cheryl Speir, Editor, moderator @ write2theheart.com. Welcome to your latest issue of "Write 2 the Heart." All new subscribers will receive a free downloadable copy of the e- cookbook, "Write 2 the Heart of the Chocolate Lover." To join, send an e-mail with subscribe written in the subject line to: subscribe-me @ write2theheart.com. *Advertisement* Tired of high cable bills? Consider Dish Network. Right now you can get free installation and free equipment when you sign up for one year of programming. You can get more programming than what is offered by most cable companies for much less. Compare what you now have with the Dish Network programming packages at: http://cognigen.net/dish/?cbspeir We have all heard the old adage that love is blind. Unfortunately it’s not deaf! What do you do when you are looking for a good nights sleep and the one you love is keeping you awake? S Is For Snoring Kathy Whirity There are some women who claim that the rhythmic sound of their husband's snoring is like music to their ears. They say it's comforting to lay beside their mate, listening to the flowing sound, an assuring, vocal reminder that all is well. I am not one of those women. I like to think of Bill and I as soul mates, a perfectly contented married couple, except of course for one thing. Bill can wake the dead with his snoring. Imagine an earthquake at 8.5 on the Richter scale and you've pretty much have the idea. When we first got married I would lie awake to the sounds of a buzz saw going off in my ear. I would try to be patient as I tried through clenched teeth to imagine this as music to my ears. But, two minutes into this imagery, I'd go straight for the nose, as in grabbing his as tight as I could. This would naturally turn my mild mannered husband into a maniac. I soon learned a wife could get hurt doing that, or at the very least, pushed right off the bed. We tried everything to silence the snoring. Tennis balls sewn into the back of p.j tops didn't help, he'd just get used to them being there and lay on his back anyway. He even agreed to the drastic measure of taping his mouth shut; but that too proved ineffective. Once, in the deafening silence of the middle of the night, I awoke to what sounded like a woman crying out for help. Half asleep I jumped out of bed and ran to the bedroom window in terror. It sounded so close but yet so far away. The words sounded muffled: rape, rape! Was there a poor soul out there in the dark, crying out for help? Thankfully, it turned out I was the only victim held hostage to Bill's new noise, a whistling from his nose that sounded eerily like someone's muffled cry for help, a result of his taped mouth. The tape came off. As a result, Bill landed on the couch. At last I could enjoy some well-deserved, uninterrupted sleep. That is until the aggravated whine of our daughter broke the silence. "MOM!” she yelled from behind closed doors, "I can STILL hear him!" One sleep study later we found that Bill suffers from sleep apnea. Finally, hopefully, something could be done to bring quiet to our nights. Bill was outfitted with headgear and a machine that would provide constant and even airflow to the back of his throat all night long. Sure the machine made noise of its own, but that was easy to get used to. What did take a little getting used to was lying in bed next to someone who looked like a character from Sea Hunt. Oh, were we excited! Gone would be the days of sporting matching sets of bags under our eyes, mine from his snoring serenades, and his from my constantly nudging him awake to stop the unwelcome racket. It was a vicious circle. Bill has since had two surgeries in his quest for quiet slumber. You could hear a pin drop as we drifted off to sleep. But, it didn't last for long. Every once in awhile the jackhammer intensity that vibrates the dream filled hours of darkness shake the house once again. But I've come to accept what I cannot change. For I've come to realize that no matter how much I love my husband, I will never get used to that non-stop nasal sound of a freight train no matter how hard I try. S is for snoring and for snoozing solo at times, to ensure the sanity of a solid marriage. Kathy Whirity kathywhirity @ yahoo.com Kathy Whirity lives in Chicago where she shares her life and love with her husband of 28 years, bill, their two daughters, Jaime and Katie, and two rambunctious retrievers, Holly and Hannah. Kathy is a family life columnist for two area newspapers. 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If you have loved ones in the military, or who are being called to go overseas, send their names (first and last or first only) to be included in our prayer reminder. *Advertisement* Imagine my surprise and dismay to open my e-mail program only to find over 1500 e-mails. (That is not a typo!) All of them were spam and each had a virus attached. I knew I had to do something to get a handle on this or I would be constantly swamped with spam and worried about accidentally opening a virus, trojan or a worm. I purchased MailWasher Pro. I can check and delete e-mail before I download it to my computer. It tells me if the e-mail is from a friend, a known spammer or has a possible virus. I love bouncing e-mails back to spammers telling them they have the wrong address! Try it free for 30 days at: http://entier.ecosm.com/link/?wybyoww Cheryl’s Corner Ever have one of “those” days? David and I were going out to eat, since it was my birthday, I wanted to go to an Italian restaurant. Good thing daughter-in-law Junie called to wish me a happy birthday; she told me my restaurant of choice had closed down all together. My second choice was a steakhouse located on the backside of nowhere. After the long drive to get there, it was closed! I had to make a third choice, Mexican it would be. After the long drive back to town and to the restaurant, you guessed it, it was closed. By this time I was getting very hungry since I had not eaten most of the day in anticipation of pigging out. Through clenched teeth, I told David that we should just go to the all you can eat buffet. I was too tired and hungry to drive out of town again. It was opened and the food was good, but somehow I feel cheated. May God bless you, Cheryl Copyright © 2005, Write 2 the Heart Nothing may be reproduced or published without the written permission of the individual author or copyright owner. All rights belong to the authors.