This was on CNN…so I got the news clip off their website. It really was a serious and scary incident and the 88 year old woman is to be commended for keeping her wits about her. The funny thing is the name of the suspect caught by police…I wonder how many takes the CNN reporter had to do before getting it right. Check out the clip for yourself: Woman, 88, yanks nude intruder’s testicles Continue reading Not funny but it really is
I’ve sat through many sermons and lectures that caused this same type of reaction. (I laugh outloud everytime I watch this – and don’t you know what I’ll be thinking next time I see someone doing this in public…meeeeeeeoooooooowwwwwwwww limy fish). I’ve tried to converse with some people that had a similar reaction to my attempts at social graces. And has anyone seen a pair of cat ears laying around anywhere? I would be grotchy too if I couldn’t find, see, or hear my ears…. tm BTW, the 300-pound canary said ____________________________ (anyone besides FS or FD?) Continue reading And just what did the 300-pound canary say?
OK, so I’m out for lunch today and come across these signs.
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blocking out the scenery, breaking my mind
Do this, don’t do that
Can’t you read the sign?
Now I like signs…old weathered signs, fancy new signs, classy signs, goofy signs, sign misspellings, but espicially those done by someone on a tight marketing budget. Continue reading “Show me a sign”
A late lunch will sometimes pay off when bubba cars are sited around town.
Photographer dexterity and the good use of mirrors were able to capture “that’s something you don’t see every day” pictures while driving down the road. Don’t pass this link on to the DMV please.
While you’re at it, note the detailed construction techniques: the creative use of duct tape, the ingenious use of wood on the grill, sheet metal and plastic abound, the inverted john-boat to serve as a truck bed cover, and who knows what else. Oh I know, check out the wheel covers….
If you will, direct your attention to all the rivets, the non-use of bondo, the crooked application of racing stripes down the side, and a few minor oversprays of spray paint on the back bumper. The unfortunate thing about this “vehicle” is a large windshield crack has lessened the value of the truck. Now that is a bummer.
Just a passing thought: I wonder if this guy is a duck hunter? He could probably purposefully roll the “vehicle” in to the water and paddle out to retrieve his bounty. Getting back to shore could be a trick. Continue reading “Automobile (I think) aftermarket amenities”
In a brilliant display of economic timing during these uncertain times, OFB (I will let you guess which one) sends me this bit of financial advice:
Investment Tips for 2008
With all the turmoil in the market today, and the collaspe of Lehman Brothers and the acquistion of Merrill Lynch by Bank of America, this might be some good advice. For all of you with any money left, be aware of the next expected mergers so that you can get in on the ground floor and make some BIG bucks.
Watch out for these consolidations later this year:
Hale Business Systems, Mary Kay Cosmetics, Fuller Brush, and W.R. Grace Co. will merge and become…Hale, Mary, Fuller, Grace.
Polygram Records, Warner Bros., and Zesta Cracker join forces and become…Poly, Warner, Cracker.
3M will merge with Goodyear and become….MMMGood.
Zippo Manufacturing, Audi Motors, Dofasco, and Dakota Mining will merge and become…ZipAudiDoDa
FedEx is expected to join its competitor UPS and become…FedUP
Fairchild Electronics and Honeywell Computer will become…Fairwell Honeychild
Grey Poupon and Docker Pants are expected to become…Poupon Pants
Knotts Berry Farm and the National Organization of Women will become…Knot NOW!
It all started with an airport arrival last Thursday. FD flew into town for a long weekend of class reunion, a high school football game, share a few cocktails with some old friends, therapy with/for her folks, to see “Beeba” and Tam, drink wine, eat stuff, hug on her Mom, laugh with her Dad, yada yada yada. FD, as I once wrote in Favorites, has many names. This weekend she was my “Baby Girl”. It’s always good to have her home as she brings energy and enthusiasm to the house.
We were greeted Saturday morning (well I wasn’t – I had a meeting in Dallas that allowed everyone else to burn daylight by sleeping in) with the FS and STBFDIL. This weekend he has my “Baby Boy” (not really Tyler – don’t mean to get too sappy here – you were and still are my “FS”). They drove up from Austin Friday night and partied with friends…only to land on our overnight accommodations (beds) about 4 a.m. And guess who they brought home with them…the FD. Nothing like partying with siblings to bring a family together. My guess is they drove home together to keep each other awake (I know they wouldn’t drink and drive).
The kids have gotten into a let’s-do-something-different habit the last couple times they’ve come home. This trip – Saturday afternoon – the favorites bought us all a wine
Our Baby Boy and his Baby Girl
tasting class on the Square in Denton. We had fun. STBFDIL and I got a bit silly with the seven or so fine Argentina wines tasted within an hour. Brittany (I think) was our host. She obviously knows her wines and thus explains her ownership of Wine2 (actually it’s “wine squared” but I couldn’t make the “2” itty bitty and raised up off the line). duh.
OK there’s something about 12 people, 1 instructor, and 1 employee sitting in plastic bistro-style patio furniture (don’t get me wrong, it’s a neat place) trying to swirl wine and stick one’s nose into the business end of the glass and then guess what the liquid smells like, that’s just fun(ny). To me, I think all wine smells like wine and it needs to be drank…rather quickly…so I can have another thank you very much. Now STBFDIL and I got to smelling our wine, listening to the other class attendees express and showcase their knowledge of wine, and guessing our own smells within the wine. We could not smell the “good dirt – not bad dirt”, nor could we detect the slight overtones Continue reading “Weekend Babies”
On a bit ligther note…a joke from OFSIL Bec. And I will speak for all those that share my last name, these are grand ideas: AMAZING SIMPLE HOME REMEDIES If you’re choking on an ice cube, simply pour a cup of boiling water down your throat. Presto! The blockage will instantly remove itself. Avoid cutting yourself when slicing vegetables by getting someone else to hold the vegetables while you chop. Avoid arguments with the females about lifting the toilet seat by using the sink. For high blood pressure sufferers ~ simply cut yourself and bleed for a few minutes, thus reducing the pressure … Continue reading Try this at Home?
Political jokes are often times worth repeating, but not always on this blog. This one however is kind of funny. So here you go…from an email forwarded from one of my FNs Tara: Leave it to the Irish to cut through the garbage and make the whole issue crystal clear… Thoughts from across the pond – an email from Ireland to the brethren in the States…a point to ponder despite your political affiliation: ‘We, in Ireland, can’t figure out why people are even bothering to hold an election in the United States this year. On one side, you have a … Continue reading Mc, OB, and GYN
My 7-year old great nephew-in-law Drake spent Sunday afternoon shopping for school clothes with his Aunt Debi – I tagged along for a couple hours. Drake is a good kid and quite the hoot. He has a start on a pretty clear perspective of life For example, he:
knows who the bullies are in his class and stays away from them (Tyler is jealous of the toys Drake has so he bullies him), Continue reading “The Drake-ster”
I was going through a desk drawer and came across an 8-year old birthday card (that’s when I turned 36 for the 7th time) from the FD. I keep it because of the neat things a wonderful daughter says to me, her Dad…and the puzzlement a Dad has when a card like this is given: Continue reading “Seashores of Crazy Mexico”
Knowing Tropical Storm Edouard is going to make landfall Wednesday on/near the Galveston Texas coast, here’s the most accurate weather forcaster around for those of you down south still with internet: Don’t remember where I got this, but I need to make myself one of these…. tm Continue reading The Weather Forecaster
During a work-related project submittal at the City the other day, I was joking around with the city staff – teasing and being generally ornery and obnoxious (who me?). After a comment was made, one of the young lady staffers stated, in an amazement tone of expression, “Excuse Me?” to a co-worker’s comment. My buttinski “From the Movies” response: “Squeeze you…she hardly knows you” (should I be concerned about sexual harassment here?). She looked at me like I had just snapped my twig. She had no idea why I would say something that made absolutely no sense (to her anyway) and admitted she had never heard of that “expression”. She doesn’t know “the game” and apparently is in need of a movie pass gift card – Ms. 20-something needs to get out a bit more. Continue reading “From the Movies”
Late night webbing through an insomnia condition last night, I perused a new blog favorite (yes you can get a favorite status with me after just one blog visit – I have several already). Perhaps I should adopt a self-appointed blog referral duty, from my site to theirs (so they generate more hits than me – huh?), at least until such time a normal sleep pattern re-emerges – does that pay…the referral that is? Continue reading “Finding Blog Favorites Keeps Me Up At Night”
“Don’t go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.”
I didn’t attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying that I approved of it.”
I’ve been through some terrible things in my life, some of which actually happened.”
Do something every day that you don’t want to do; this is the golden rule for acquiring the habit of doing your duty without pain.”
I don’t give a damn for a man that can only spell a word one way.”
“I have a higher and grander standard of principle than George Washington. He could not lie; I can, but I won’t.”
“I have never let my schooling interfere with my education.”
“I have never taken any exercise except sleeping and resting.”
I thoroughly disapprove of duels. If a man should challenge me, I would take him kindly and forgivingly by the hand and lead him to a quiet place and kill him.”
“The humorous story is strictly a work of art – high and delicate – and only an artist can tell it.”
While sitting in a dentist chair – again – a few days ago waiting for my speech to slur, my cheek to get fat, as I prepared for yet another crown, I thought about the experiences had in this position. I find myself routinely thinking about past dentists and the “stories” I seem to have whenever I have an appointment. This particular appointment was no different in its oddities from others as the dental assistant could not seem to get my temporarily cemented permanent crown off the molar that I was in for a week ago (I won’t even go into that logic…cause I don’t know what logic it is…permanent and temporary in the same sentence).
If I were to categorize my “stories” by a profession, dentistry would most likely have the largest selection of tales to be told. Here’s a sampling: Continue reading “Tales of the Pearly Whites”
A few weeks ago FD Tiffany asked for pictures of our week long vacation last August to New England. In finding those pictures hidden in a remote folder on my computer, I took a minute for a memory and smile. We have taken a few family vacations in the past but this one had something special attached. Perhaps it was all the laughing that we did; maybe it was because none of us had been to Providence, Boston, Boothbay Harbor, Bar Harbor, and Acadia National Park before…yeah, all those made it special but I think it was the realization that it was most likely the last vacation we would spend as a family, just the four of us (BTW, I don’t think I ever thanked Mark and Tammy for giving us that week with our kids). Continue reading “The Maine Objective was Fun”
This morning I woke up knowing that I have achieved the age of 36 for the 14th time. Somebody tell me I’m having fun…but don’t use the “young” word. The “You’re half a century young” or “You’re 50 years young” is crap, not in my vocabulary, and truthful does not help or make me feel any better. Age = old so I’m facing up to it with all the hesitation and denial I can muster.
Yesterday was just another day. All body functions worked fine. This morning…well…I couldn’t pee. I’m standing in front of the porcelain, business in one hand, the other one extended with the palm up and fingers spread, with a mouth-half-open dumbfounded expression of “huh”. It’s like the plumbing knew the day and time like it were a Swiss watch. Just kidding: the morning constitutional went A-OK, but the walk was met with much anticipation. Continue reading “36 + 14”
A couple months ago marked an anniversary of some family bizarreness. The event is one that has been talked about and laughed at by many, many times. I am delayed in documenting this event through my weblog for various reasons, but the one most apparent is I finally found my notes…and I wanted to be sure I captured the accuracy of the event. Yup, I admit my age and memory has caused me to invest in several hundred 3”x5” note cards that I scatter about in a number of different places (so I don’t forget where I put just one stash).
Here’s my story and I cannot be persuaded otherwise:
In the winter ’07, I made a collegiate visit to my alma mater to do recruiting for my company. The timing of the event just so happened to coincide with one of my brothers visiting another, in a city about an hour from the campus. I decided I would take advantage of this coincidence and spend time with my siblings and their spouses. I folded up my vendor booth at the end of the day and took to the road for a visit.
Typically, our brotherly reunions are laced with friendly and sometimes down right mean barbs and jabs about college sports (they prefer the rival state university over my degree-giving institution of higher learning). I expected the same would be the case this time, but I would get to at least drink my brother’s cold beer while enduring the grief. Little did I know how this reunion would turn out. Continue reading “21-Bizarre Salute”