tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320313062011-09-10T10:53:28.896-04:00because anonymity is freedomomghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.comBlogger2111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-1241788453059910262011-02-04T09:12:00.003-05:002011-02-04T09:16:13.541-05:00

Gender Gap in Starting Doctor Pay GrowsOr it could be that the people doing the hiring are chauvinist pigs...You know you were thinking it.

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I'm not saying I believe that an animal can predict the weather. I believe that animals are more in tune with climate changes than humans, but that doesn't mean that I believe a single animal waking up on a single morning can accurately forecast the timing of spring. If it could I would truly be impressed. I mean, if a bunch of people stood at the foot of my bed on an average winter morning

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-53666455693504813112010-12-10T14:31:00.002-05:002010-12-10T14:48:27.238-05:00

Henderson pulled up to the curb and saw Detective Monroe standing on the front steps of the house smoking a cigarette. Monroe had been trying to quit, so that wasn’t a good sign. Henderson walked up the driveway and greeted his partner.“You know you’re not supposed to be smoking at a crime scene.” “I know, but it’s rough in there. The forensics guys have already swept this area anyway. They’re

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Perhaps my dear readers can help me figure this out. Or if not, just tell me if it's strange that I think this is strange.Our company works with a particular service provider. We did not really choose this provider; the provider was chosen for us by our investors, and we're not really in a position to say, "See ya, we're going to another provider who is going to be (has got to be, really) much

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-47641744264974264292010-11-05T11:34:00.002-04:002010-11-05T11:40:06.006-04:00

Last night I wrote a poem in my sleep. I suppose I should really say I wrote a poem in my dreams, but that doesn’t sound as cool as saying I wrote a poem in my sleep. It would be even cooler to write a novel in my sleep. You hear about authors who say they stayed up every night for two months straight to get their great masterpiece written. But it would be cooler to say, “Eh, I wrote it in my

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-37266468973899848302010-10-28T12:27:00.002-04:002010-10-28T12:41:23.772-04:00

1. I went to the home improvement store. It had been raining earlier in the day, but had turned out to be a pretty afternoon. While in the outdoor lawn and garden section, I looked at plant saucers. You know, those things you put under your plant pots in case you overwater them. I reached up and pulled an extra large plant saucer off a shelf, in the process pouring the rain water that had

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-56280587827877608572010-08-23T16:58:00.002-04:002010-08-23T16:59:47.882-04:00

It's hard to find a door mat that doesn't have "Welcome" printed on it.

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-55886265957090546642010-08-04T13:41:00.003-04:002010-08-04T13:53:00.635-04:00

So... I just started reading a new book over lunch. I finished lunch a little early and decided I wanted to read a bit more. It's a pretty day out, so I thought I'd go read on my back deck. After pulling and pulling on the door (it was recently painted and now it sticks) I stepped out and caught myself just before I stepped on some droppings. I know. Yuck, right? But they were unusual

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-51812811954963350192010-07-22T09:35:00.002-04:002010-07-22T09:44:24.520-04:00

MIL and FIL are here. They arrived yesterday. We haven't seen them in about three months because they've been off traveling the world. So it's nice to have them here just in time for hubby's birthday today. That being said, you know a story has to come out of this.And the first story is?Can you guess?No, you can't.Remember how MIL shows up with coolers full of food and condiments because she

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-76887657257960848902010-07-15T10:32:00.002-04:002010-07-15T10:57:10.280-04:00

Is it surprising that the thing that finally brings me out from under my rock is the chance to complain? It's not if you know me and my love for complaining. But that's not to say that this is the first thing I've had to complain about in the months (gulp) since I last posted. I've had plenty. Okay, so some nice things have happened too, like spring and summer. Those things make me happy.

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-76429916970219944162010-03-25T18:09:00.004-04:002010-03-25T18:33:52.437-04:00

A few months ago we had a big snow here. Well, it was about five inches, but that's big by our local standards. On the day after the initial snow fall, hubby and I ventured out from our home and, in multiple layers, took a walk up the street to take in the white sights. Other couples were out walking. Teens were out, not dressed nearly warm enough, but not as sullen as usual. Families were

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-2137183075242854252010-03-12T15:50:00.002-05:002010-03-12T15:51:54.718-05:00

It's pretty bad when you apply for an editing position and then find a typo in your cover letter three weeks later.D'oh!

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-43848681913563448502010-03-03T09:36:00.001-05:002010-03-03T09:38:27.234-05:00

omg: What's the lottery up to this week?hubby: Enough.

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-78172187078691648752010-01-11T09:26:00.002-05:002010-01-11T09:40:52.821-05:00

Can you believe it's 2010? Boggles the mind...So, no New Year's Resolutions to report this year. I didn't take the time to think of any. They'd probably be the same failed resolutions as the past three years anyway. I haven't been taking the time to blog lately, either, which isn't really news to you. Blame that on world travels. 'Cause really, when you're away from your home for more than

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-68760331848528113232009-11-18T13:52:00.004-05:002009-11-18T14:05:02.144-05:00

*ring ring*omg: Hey, Boss.Boss: Hey. I want to send you an e-mail.omg: ... (I'm pretty sure you can figure out how to do that. There must be more.)Boss: It's from a guy at Company X that wants to talk to us.omg: ... (And?)Boss: I need you to send him a copy of the agreement we have with Company X. Do you have that?omg: You mean the one that I e-mailed you yesterday? (You twit.)Boss:

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-88459382935012690012009-11-12T15:49:00.003-05:002009-11-12T15:54:41.793-05:00

Stress levels are high today, ladies and gents. Said levels of stress could be reduced by 75% if I would just go ahead and quit my job already. Instead I am going to get up from my desk and get a mini-pack of Reese's pieces. That would be the second mini-pack in fifteen minutes. Thank goodness we only had two trick-or-treaters this year, or I might be hitting the hard stuff in place of peanut

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-8023340646032701212009-10-23T14:52:00.009-04:002009-10-23T15:28:18.377-04:00

No, not you, my loyal readers. (I’m not sure if I can technically call you readers, since there hasn’t been much to read lately. Perhaps I can call you loyal blog-checkers until I can get my post rate back up.) So, no, not farewell to you. I’m not ready to officially abandon the blog just yet. Farewell instead to my old friends, the adidas Response Trail Runner tennis shoes that I bought

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-13004840156394788922009-09-16T09:00:00.001-04:002009-09-16T09:01:58.835-04:00

I just poured orange juice into my cereal bowl.

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Today I finally updated my iTunes to the latest version. I usually avoid the x.1s and x.3s and wait for a full new x.0 version to come out. Today was the day for me. I was half-watching the little tutorial about the new features when something caught my eye. It was a little icon of a radio tower. And you know what? I don't think it's new. It just caught my eye and I randomly decided to

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I have some posts in my head. They are skating around like hockey players gliding smoothly all over the rink, with the goal as their goal, but never quite getting close enough to put the puck in the net. Sometimes they pass the puck off for the sake of strategy, sometimes they intentionally retreat in order to compose themselves. But just when they finally see an opening and are going in for

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-57558885242902087072009-06-25T09:48:00.006-04:002009-06-27T23:45:09.688-04:00

For The Constant Socialite, who may or may not still be reading this blog, but used to like the dream posts.+++1. Eat sub sandwiches for dinner.2. Watch movie with forty-five seconds of footage of a submarine.3. Dream that you join a submarine cruise (like a cruise ship cruise, for fun). Upon first boarding you're sharing a berth with two young ladies. Scene changes and you are sharing a

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-89478198427156537372009-06-23T15:09:00.003-04:002009-06-23T15:29:09.926-04:00

You know how I hate snakes? I do. I know it's a boring, unoriginal thing to hate. And it's a semi-irrational fear. But I do hate them. So perhaps you can imagine how my heart is still slightly racing five minutes after stepping onto my front porch and finding that a snake was there with me, not one foot from my feet. My flip-flop-clad feet! Eeeeeeek! My hubby had warned me two weeks ago

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-46279594314308368042009-06-16T12:00:00.002-04:002009-06-16T12:00:07.612-04:00

I'm a big door holder.  I don't care if you're right on my heels, or if you're ten feet behind me; I'll stand there waiting, holding the door for you no matter your age, sex, creed, or color.And if you don't thank me, like those two ladies at the post office today didn't (two at the same time, and neither thanked me!!) you'll put me in a really bad mood and I'll regret holding the door open for

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-24575870868420336952009-06-13T12:00:00.001-04:002009-06-13T12:00:02.520-04:00

A job posting I recently viewed listed the following skill requirement:EFFECTIVE COMMUNICATION: DEMONSTRATES ON A DAY TO DAY BASIS THE ABILITY TO EXPRESS THOUGHTS, IDEAS AND INFORMATION EFFECTIVELY BY MEANS OF ORAL (INCLUDING NON-VERBAL) AND WRITTEN COMMUNICATION.I don't think people place enough value on non-verbal oral communication.  Do not underestimate the value of a good grunt or growl.

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-40960806811836070902009-06-10T13:52:00.003-04:002009-06-10T14:05:18.981-04:00

1. omg -- Well, not back to the blog on a regular basis, necessarily.  Just back from a week in the home state.  I worked most of the time because my j-o-b, by virtue of the fact that it allows me to work from almost anywhere, prevents me from taking a real vacation almost anywhere as well.2. the side ponytail -- I was eating out at a new pizza joint in the hometown, and I noticed a suspiciously

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-5858922768246576652009-06-02T22:51:00.001-04:002009-06-02T22:52:47.828-04:00

I am still alive.Are you?

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-5056186597200131892009-05-11T12:48:00.004-04:002009-05-11T13:47:26.075-04:00

I acknowledge the value of templates.  (I also acknowledge the fact that I always pronounce "template" incorrectly.  According to the American Heritage College Dictionary it should be pronounced templit, not templayt.  My husband always corrects me.  But templayt makes more sense to me, when you consider that the word is defined as "A pattern or gauge, such as a thin metal plate with a cut

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-59105094836083503442009-05-02T12:40:00.002-04:002009-05-02T12:45:11.502-04:00

[This is one of those times when I’m going to ramble about the state of society and not provide references and not come up with any answers.  I’m not looking for a debate here.  I’m just saying…] Don’t get me wrong.  I don’t mind working hard.  When given a task, whether it’s important or not, I’ll work hard and put in the time necessary to make sure it’s done right.  But I’ve come to realize

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-18196670667831534232009-04-26T22:15:00.001-04:002009-04-26T22:18:59.945-04:00

I was recently scheduled to “attend” a webinar for work. Have you participated in these things? Usually you have a number to call in and you go to a website to view presentation slides as some disembodied voice across the country talks to a conference line full of listeners all over the rest of the country. Usually you call in and can hear what’s being said, but you’re muted and can’t provide

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-89629901223700652542009-04-01T08:41:00.003-04:002009-04-01T08:45:51.477-04:00

This is awesome.  Terrible of course, but awesome.  In today's high-tech world of cell phones, GPS navigation, and fingerprint and retinal scanners, someone said, "Hey. Let's try something old school."Pigeons Smuggle Cell Phones into Brazil Prison

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-63340766554551981022009-03-28T09:28:00.001-04:002009-03-28T09:34:27.064-04:00

The Boss arrives half an hour late for the meeting he arranged.  He was already in town the night before and had a car. He just didn't think getting directions would be worth the trouble I guess.  Meanwhile I got up at 4:15 in the morning, took a plane, a train, and an automobile, plus walked a mile, and still made it on time.   After the meeting, I'm getting a ride from him to my next

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-2311915454116130662009-03-14T12:56:00.001-04:002009-03-14T13:01:03.755-04:00

Hubby and I drove down to our home state last weekend for a long weekend with the family. On the way back we stopped at a rest area. It was a beautiful day, with temperatures in the low 70s. Travelers were taking advantage of this during their stops, lingering at picnic tables and wandering down to the edge of a nearby pond (we know how to do rest areas here in the South). There were people

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-28486326046769185612009-02-23T09:31:00.003-05:002009-02-23T09:46:23.221-05:00

What's that supposed to mean? "Based on your thoughts." My boss put that "sentence" in an email to a consultant today. It falls between two other sentences. ("Falls" is a particularly apt term, since his emails often look like he took a bunch of loosely related sentences in a cubilete cup, rolled them out on a blank email, and left them where they landed.) I don't know if "based on your

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-85270924668685199362009-02-13T17:53:00.004-05:002009-02-13T18:03:14.417-05:00

Having a husband who helps (though grudgingly) with the laundry is a wonderful thing, as long as you don't mind it too much when you get halfway through the day and realize your underwear are on inside out.And no, this doesn't refer to kinky laundry activities. Apparently expecting undies to be turned right-side-out after they come out of the dryer is setting the standards a little high. Hey,

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-44343326067872550262009-02-11T18:52:00.003-05:002009-02-11T19:02:47.845-05:00

It appears the blog gods were listening, and even though I have not made any significant, shiny sacrifices of late, they have granted my wish for Spring. Note our high temperatures for the last five days.Saturday: 71Sunday: 74Monday: 65Tuesday: 72Wednesday: 74Maybe next I'll ask for a million dollars.

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-14700545594802712912009-02-07T11:13:00.003-05:002009-02-07T11:19:01.400-05:00

We got at least five inches.  Schools were closed for two and a half days.  I've never known snow in the south to last that long.  It was beautiful and a nice little novelty act.Now bring on the spring, gosh darn it.  I can't take this cold much longer.

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-68532925519643448022009-01-19T19:09:00.005-05:002009-02-07T11:13:52.230-05:00

Here in the South we don't know what to do when it snows. Well, that's not entirely true. We know that news of snow means we should rush to the grocery store because we may be stuck in our homes for days on end. We know we may be stuck in our homes because we know that we don't know how to drive in the snow and ice, and even if we did know how to drive in it, we know that the cities are rarely

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-30640726610274221362008-12-19T10:00:00.003-05:002008-12-19T10:13:07.264-05:00

I was out doing some Christmas shopping a few days ago (I know, wonder of wonders!) and as I was checking out and heading toward the exit I came across a family a few lanes down. The father was grabbing his bags when one of his children started crying. It was the son, who was sitting in the back of the shopping cart with his sister, who looked to be just a year or two older. The little boy was

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-6049871961496373262008-11-20T10:43:00.001-05:002008-11-20T10:45:12.577-05:00

I’ve complained about this before, but it’s getting ridiculous. When I saw the Christmas candy out at the same time as the Halloween candy I was peeved. But when I went to the mall a week before Halloween and the Christmas trees were already up and decorated, that was just wrong. Like the kind of wrong that made me get this disgusted look on my face. When I went to the mall the weekend after

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-72793234226131628812008-11-03T11:40:00.002-05:002008-11-03T11:48:50.259-05:00

Do people still blog? Are we still in the blogging craze? Has it petered out? I hope not, but since I've neither been reading blogs nor writing in my own, I kind of feel like this fad has passed. "Not without a fight!" I say. Hmm... I need to find the time to put up a fight, I guess.The sad thing is, for once in a long while, I have something I'd like to post. But I'm busy with work and family

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-89912130978655746652008-10-11T21:16:00.000-04:002008-10-11T21:17:39.015-04:00

It's okay to eat doughnuts if they're free.

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-91739632659314842802008-09-29T09:09:00.002-04:002008-09-29T09:15:50.373-04:00

This is the kind of story that makes me cringe, makes my stomach turn a little bit, makes me scrunch up my face and turn down my bottom lip, makes me say, "Oh, God. Nastyyyyyy," and finally makes me bring my shoulders in and up, clench my fists, stick out my tongue and make a gurgling noise. Most of all, though, it just makes me glad I don't drink coffee.Woman Drinks Coffee, Then Finds Bat in

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-1907548523749896992008-09-26T09:36:00.002-04:002008-09-26T09:40:14.439-04:00

When I saw this headline, I double-checked my calendar to make sure it wasn't April 1st. PETA to Ben & Jerry's: Make ice cream from human milk.

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-12445912707257145182008-09-16T18:00:00.004-04:002008-09-16T18:20:00.152-04:00

I’ve been wanting to do this search terms review for a long time, thanks to HiK’s awesome post on the same topic. (Let's observe a moment of silence for HiK's blog, shall we? ........... Okay. I'm not going to cry about it too much. Just between you and me, I don't think she'll stay away for long.) Today I managed to avoid work long enough to do this review. It was so fun that I let it get a

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-75472356706951991222008-09-08T14:49:00.002-04:002008-09-08T14:54:57.080-04:00

I’m sitting here at my desk, all alone in my study, door nearly closed. And yet, my heart rate is elevated just sitting here.MIL and FIL are here, and we are three days into the week-long visit. The third day is the day that the little things start to annoy.+++Of course, it’s not all bad. We’ve learned things. We’ve learned that the TV is important. This is evidenced by FIL’s comment that, “

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-89973026692964476142008-09-06T10:01:00.002-04:002008-09-06T10:06:41.385-04:00

The in-laws are visiting. Before they arrived I decided I would replace the matching guest bathroom towels with the pale yellow towels that they like so much. Remember the yellow towels? So that’s what I did. Removed the cute matching blue ones, hung up the clean pale yellow ones. MIL and FIL went into the linen closet and pulled out the green towels.I just can't win.

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-8760572411297090482008-09-01T08:55:00.002-04:002008-09-01T09:00:35.956-04:00

My husband and I bought new cell phones yesterday. It was a big deal, since we’d been planning this for about a year, often playing with the phones on display in stores and never making the decision to buy. But hubby finally found a phone (i.e., toy) that really caught his eye (or was it the commercials with the hot chick in a short dress, breathing heavily out on the windy ledge of a building?

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-32125830203005311652008-08-06T17:27:00.003-04:002008-08-06T17:42:59.522-04:00

I’m pretty sure the kid next door is shooting my car with his pellet gun as I drive by his house. I always suspected he was a little snot. I first suspected him one day last week. I had just pulled out of my driveway and started down the street when I heard a “crack!” that sounded like a rock hitting a windshield. But there were no cars in front of me to kick up a rock. And no nuts on the

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-18458326646650896862008-07-28T11:42:00.005-04:002008-12-09T05:46:54.371-05:00

Woe is me. My suspicions that the blog is suffering a slow death are confirmed in chart format! Well, perhaps only partially confirmed. It appears to be suffering, but perhaps not so slowly. At least it's a steady decline. I prefer steady over chaotic. Lest my return readers think I'm trying to send them on a guilt trip, I have spent half an hour preparing another chart which shows a potential

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-19994233901115000442008-07-18T14:44:00.002-04:002008-07-18T14:53:23.447-04:00

The thing about having a husband is that it’s a lot like having a kid. I guess I shouldn’t generalize like that. I’m sure it depends on the man, the woman, and the situation. In my case, however, sometimes I wonder if I married a grown man or a man-child.In my experience I’ve found that men, like children, need a lot of direction when it comes to certain tasks. Those tasks, of course, are the

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-49912515540711531132008-06-26T16:03:00.001-04:002008-06-26T16:12:43.946-04:00

I'd sit alone and watch your light My only friend through teenage nights And everything I had to know I heard it on my radio- Queen, “Radio Ga Ga”Hubby and I have somewhat different musical tastes. We’re not on completely different ends of the spectrum, and both of us are pretty open to any style of music for a limited amount of time, but when it comes right down to it, the first programmed

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-35676181578456000402008-06-12T10:04:00.004-04:002008-06-12T10:57:01.814-04:00

My boss has discovered the highlight button. Not "discovered" in the Vasco de Gama, Marie Curie, Alexander Fleming sense of the word, but "discovered" in the, "Hey, here's a button with an image of a highlighter, what does it do?" sense of the word. I imagine the discovery was followed quite quickly by a subconscious decision to abuse the button. Actually, it's much more likely that it wasn't

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-59940244841422139462008-06-07T14:04:00.000-04:002008-06-07T14:05:07.957-04:00

I’m thirty years old and things are starting to fall apart. I don’t mean that in the dramatic “what happened to my life?” way. I mean that in the literal “body parts are falling apart” way. I am a collection of pieces that are falling into disuse and disrepair.I’d be lying if I said it came on suddenly. In truth things have been building over the last few years. There have been signs. But

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-46623483310376507712008-05-30T12:49:00.001-04:002008-05-30T12:51:59.867-04:00

Do you know anyone who doesn't like bananas?There must be someone out there...

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-48055632816278451862008-05-28T17:23:00.003-04:002008-05-28T17:32:21.427-04:00

I need an onion, but it won't stop raining.I know it's my own fault.I should have bought it yesterday;It was right within my reach.But the giant size of those Vidalias,Well, they frightened me away.And today I'm stuck without an onion,And the rain it just keeps on.Now rain drops fall instead of tears,And dinner's nowhere near.I need an onion, but it won't stop raining.I know it's my own fault.

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-67619247837209978562008-05-17T12:12:00.000-04:002008-05-17T12:14:07.201-04:00

I have been dreaming of Cuba. When I was a little girl I dreamt about Cuba. It was a recurring dream, or really a recurring nightmare, that I had for a short time when I was very young. A tall, huge, mean man in long robes, bald and with a severe mustache and pointed eyebrows (think Ming the Merciless), walked through my mother's neighborhood. He went door to door. He went into my mother's home.

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-36516785460183968652008-05-13T20:58:00.000-04:002008-05-13T20:58:46.380-04:00

I don't imagine this will be interesting to a very wide audience, but I thought I'd share it anyway. I came across this article entitled Why Don't More Colleges Teach Military History? I have studied a bit of military history and other war-related subjects in the past, and I found them both interesting and relevant. Okay, so it's not likely to help me get a job or anything, but it's relevant all

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-32390532075148639042008-05-03T10:08:00.003-04:002008-05-03T10:09:52.595-04:00

I thought this was an awesome story of good sportsmanship. It's very heartwarming, as long as you don't ruin the warm fuzzy feeling by reading the comments that a few knuckle-draggers left in response to the article.

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-81732548498205053992008-04-30T12:21:00.004-04:002008-04-30T12:50:54.323-04:00

I've been away for a while, haven't I? Sorry about that, but in all honesty, I haven't observed or experienced anything worth posting. At least not anything that isn't related to the j-o-b. This is the closest I've got:I recently went to Orlando for a few days, but didn't see The Mouse. I played putt-putt and came in third place out of four. I had two holes-in-one and I would have come in

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-58169455936342666032008-04-20T09:34:00.002-04:002008-04-20T09:37:10.221-04:00

This news is kind of old, and it has taken me a while to get around to posting it, but it really worried me at the time. It’s definitely a sign of the decline. Third-Graders Plot to Abduct/Stab Teacher Third graders!But then this news came out a bit later, and it made me feel a little better. Here was a kid who had been paying attention in class, and saw the value and importance of sharing his

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-87734550017812513252008-04-11T11:52:00.002-04:002008-04-12T14:41:52.410-04:00

Jake is on first, but he’s the only one who knows it.It’s baseball season, and that means that all over the U.S. little kids are starting baseball practice, trying to figure out America’s favorite pastime.I was able to observe this first-hand yesterday. I tagged along with my husband when he went to soccer practice and I noticed that there were some little ones at baseball practice on the next

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-55661532923129505862008-04-08T22:51:00.005-04:002008-04-09T09:27:39.102-04:00

Let’s step back in time, shall we? Let’s go back to February, when HomeInKabul tagged me for a pretty cool meme. I was too busy preparing for my trip to respond then. Plus, everybody had such good answers I was having trouble coming up with anything original. Well, time has passed, and now I have time to answer, though I don’t promise anything too terribly original.The rules:- List 6 actions or

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-22244430059769098902008-04-02T18:01:00.001-04:002008-04-02T18:04:59.710-04:00

Our second tagline pretty much sums it up. Also provided by MIL, it goes like this: In Thailand, you can do anything. Meaning not so much that you can defy the laws of gravity, but that you can do whatever you want without asking permission and with only minimal regard for things like property ownership. In Thailand, you can do anything. It would appear to be so, as evidenced by the apparent

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-24568457386407696122008-03-27T23:35:00.005-04:002008-12-09T05:46:55.160-05:00

I’m in a bit of a pickle. I’m not sure how to tell you about my trip. Maybe I let it sit for too long. Maybe it’s the kind of thing you have to share as it’s happening. Maybe I’ve told the stories to my friends and family often enough that the novelty is wearing off.I can’t bore you with a day-by-day log of our two weeks in Thailand. Also, I’m not sure if I have it in me to give you all the “

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-56188440199807535282008-03-24T09:36:00.002-04:002008-03-24T09:39:36.449-04:00

Arriving in a new, exotic country after midnight does not seem to be the best way to do it, simply because it’s dark and you spend valuable highway time seeing only the occasional light and wondering what’s out there. And when you don’t speak the language it’s hard to ask. You can’t take in the sights, so you rely on other senses. You smell the smell when you get off the plane. You are in the

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-25374382831646645862008-03-19T21:24:00.004-04:002008-12-09T05:46:55.346-05:00

Our journey to Thailand began early on a Saturday morning and ended late on a Sunday night. There were three flights, for a total trip of 27 hours. And what did I learn from this?1. It is important to remove your shoes, especially if they’re old, during the first long flight. Otherwise, when you really want to take them off on the even longer flight, you won’t be able to because your feet will be

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-19073846674051435592008-03-12T19:26:00.002-04:002008-12-09T05:46:55.352-05:00

Today was absolutely gorgeous, and the creatures big (that’s me) and small were out and about taking full advantage of the spring-like weather. The birds did a particularly good job of making themselves known. Just in my backyard I spotted what I think may be a goldfinch, some other tiny little brown bird with kind of a boring look but lots of feather-fluffing personality, a red-bellied

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-24897459144191686702008-03-09T23:20:00.003-04:002008-03-09T23:30:13.835-04:00

Guess what? I woke up this morning with both middle-ears properly pressurized. And so, although I have not completely beaten the jet lag, to celebrate my return to normal buzz-free hearing, here is my first post about our adventures in Thailand. Fortunately, Sunday Scribblings offered the prompt “The Experiment” for this week. It reminded me of one of the two tag lines of our trip, so I’ve

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-4135920729581436872008-03-05T13:37:00.005-05:002008-03-05T14:13:42.793-05:00

We're home from Thailand, and the first thing I was really happy to see, besides people driving in an orderly fashion, and besides my own comfortable bed, was Honey Nut Cheerios. Oh, Honey Nut Cheerios, how I missed you and your whole grain (oats!) goodness. Even though you have rice bran, you are more oaty than ricey, and for that I thank you. Because really, if I ate one more grain of rice..

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-21370393607227840602008-02-13T12:24:00.004-05:002008-02-13T12:39:52.628-05:00

Why can't people do things right? Why can't they follow fairly simple directions?I have these people in my life who, if there's a chance that something could be done as not instructed, they will do it that way. For example, if I tell them to either send me A or send me both B and C, they will send me A and C. If there's a line that says "do not complete unless..." they will complete even if

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-55282547540645668392008-02-12T08:56:00.000-05:002008-02-12T09:12:18.866-05:00

This is why hockey scares me. In some ways it's a beautiful game. For the most part it is very graceful, and the skaters' speed and skill is impressive. In a sense it also presents an interesting sociological study, what with all the intentional violence and the acceptance of that violence. Something that will get you a 15-yard penalty in football is encouraged and allowed to escalate in the

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-40613577679936823522008-02-06T09:35:00.000-05:002008-02-06T09:54:47.087-05:00

I have a rule about not blogging about my j-o-b, but if I didn't have that rule, today would be a good day to blog. I would blog about how I would like to introduce a certain person in my office to the comma. Well, I wouldn't really just introduce him to the comma. I would also introduce him to the comma's sister, the period. I wouldn't blog about that kind of thing, but if I did, I would point

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-35208107120503094702008-01-28T09:22:00.000-05:002008-01-28T09:24:38.567-05:00

Overheard at the airport...Mom: No, that's playing too rough. Help your brother up and apologize.Son (to brother): GET UP!

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-27747107664899355212008-01-16T21:34:00.000-05:002008-01-16T21:42:51.222-05:00

I’m studying my Thai. They (the software folks) are, somewhat unsuccesfully, trying to teach me all kinds of useful, multi-syllabic phrases. One of the easiest is “Chuay duay!” which means “Help!” Not to worry, I mastered that one pretty quickly, but my concern is not so much the phrase as the picture drawn to reflect the phrase.It shows the close up profile of a person presumably walking down

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-15548847989639557652008-01-13T11:07:00.000-05:002008-01-13T11:14:28.918-05:00

I understand the frustration that can come with flying and getting stranded at airports. Really, I do. And I understand there are people whose positions in life make delays and strandings even more dire, people who can't just use their credit cards to book a flight on another airline and hope to get compensated later. But I don't know that I'd ever take it quite this far. It could be another

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-2971717958311860062008-01-12T10:44:00.000-05:002008-01-12T10:48:28.188-05:00

On Thursday my husband and I went to see a movie. We went to our little neighborhood movie theater. It’s relatively small (only five or six screens) and doesn’t have stadium seating, so it’s rarely busy. That’s one of the reasons we like it. That and that it’s close by. And the tickets and concessions are a little cheaper than the other theaters around here. I guess other people think that, too,

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-34730943473152174112008-01-09T21:33:00.000-05:002008-01-09T22:13:41.797-05:00

What I've learned about Thai so far:The Thai alphabet has forty-four consonants (but only twenty-one separate sounds) fifteen vowel symbols that combine into at least twenty-eight vowel forms, and four tone marks.Textsareusuallywrittenwithnospacebetweenwords, but reading is facilitated by the fact that most Thai words have only one syllable. (Which is kind of like saying

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-53339436072890244892008-01-07T12:07:00.001-05:002008-01-07T12:09:18.570-05:00

What did we learn today boys and girls? That's right. Today we learned that sometimes highly intelligent people can become so impatient that they actually turn stupid.

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-76449850141285877482008-01-04T19:00:00.000-05:002008-01-04T19:01:40.508-05:00

Shortly before Christmas I was shopping for a gift for my Dad (note capitalization). He’s a difficult guy to shop for (note preposition at end of sentence). He’s one of those people who says he doesn’t really need anything. And (note use of conjunction at beginning of sentence) if he feels he needs or wants it, he’ll go buy it for himself. And (that’s twice now) more often than not, something

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-75364158540825281432008-01-03T22:35:00.001-05:002008-01-07T12:09:42.564-05:00

Being employed, I spend a lot less time now watching the squirrels in my backyard. Still, not so little that I haven’t noticed that the squirrels around here are getting downright pudgy. I suppose they must be storing up fat for the winter months. But it occurred to me that they may be just growing as part of the natural order of things. Maybe the squirrels of the summer were in their adolesence,

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-28205157554250003142008-01-03T22:35:00.000-05:002008-01-03T22:36:56.462-05:00

Being employed, I spend a lot less time now watching the squirrels in my backyard. Still, not so little that I haven’t noticed that the squirrels around here are getting downright pudgy. I suppose they must be storing up fat for the winter months. But it occurred to me that they may be just growing as part of the natural order of things. Maybe the squirrels of the summer were in their

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-14152948129301068102008-01-02T15:57:00.001-05:002008-01-02T16:04:35.911-05:00

I think that after so many days off from work, one should be allowed to ease back into the work day a few hours at a time. No more of this (bam!) full day back at work stuff. It should be set up so that your first day back you work half a day. Then the second day back, a little more, but still less than a full day. And so on and so forth until you can make it the whole day without having to wipe

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-39387446848332257712008-01-01T12:42:00.000-05:002008-01-01T12:49:05.997-05:00

Happy New Year!I don’t normally do any sort of significant New Year’s Resolutions because I know I’m no good at keeping them, and who needs to start off their year setting themselves up for failure? But here are a few things I’m considering this year.1. Exercise more. 2. Eat better. 3. Cook something new once every two weeks.4. Speak more Spanish.5. Practice Thai for at least one hour every day

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-32530849466388508122008-01-01T12:23:00.000-05:002008-01-01T12:26:07.976-05:00

I’m back from spending the holidays with my family and surprisingly I have no really blogworthy stories to tell. Trust me, I’m more surprised than anyone, but the closest I can come to bloggable information is that I gathered further evidence that my husband is a very patient man. Picture this:Hubby is driving. FIL is in the passenger seat. MIL is in the back seat with me.(On an access road,

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-86321520544504715952007-12-19T17:01:00.000-05:002007-12-19T17:05:26.963-05:00

"Thank you for holding. Please tell us how we can help you when we join you on the line shortly."Really? 'Cause I was just planning to sit here quietly and make you guess why I was calling.

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-46885340848404859422007-12-15T10:16:00.000-05:002007-12-15T10:18:02.974-05:00

Hubby: I checked with Mabel. It’s semi-formal.Me: Semi-formal? Really?Hubby: Yeah. She said sequins and shit.Me: Mabel said that? She said “sequins and shit”?Hubby: No. She said sequins.Me: Sequins?!Hubby: Yeah. But you know, it’s probably going to be a bunch of old ladies. That’s probably all they wear.

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-42203143123579267412007-12-10T22:42:00.000-05:002007-12-10T22:43:44.354-05:00

The problem with being unqualified and inexperienced in one’s job is that one has days when one doesn’t get a whole hell of a lot done. For instance, one who is unqualified and inexperienced may spend an average of 60% of the time just trying to figure out what one is supposed to be doing. Succeeding that task, one might spend another 20% of the time trying to figure out how one is supposed to do

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-89605378447347178442007-12-07T20:58:00.000-05:002007-12-07T20:59:32.379-05:00

The baby pressure topic apparently wasn’t a big hit with the readers. But that’s okay. Here’s a related conundrum that occurred to me today. How have we managed to produce generations upon generations of people despite the fact that men and women are, as I choose to believe tonight, but may not believe tomorrow, so emotionally incompatible? Well, it’s a silly question, with some rather obvious

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-81699019714513432972007-11-28T22:12:00.000-05:002007-11-28T22:22:55.278-05:00

Last week hubby and I were home visiting family for Thanksgiving. Everything was fine. We’d managed four days with my parents, plus Thanksgiving day with 40 people, including both sets of parents and my extended family, plus a few family friends. We made it through Black Friday with hubby’s parents. I only had to go to one store. It was a sporting goods place, and I was entertained and happy

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-33649955792639870162007-11-15T17:19:00.000-05:002008-12-09T05:46:55.719-05:00

The fall through my window is not very long, but it passes by in a flash with the help of gravity. It's prettier than it is painful, but even though it makes a rustling sound instead of a splat, it's still pretty messy.

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-9659413852941204662007-11-14T10:10:00.001-05:002007-11-14T10:13:23.176-05:00

omg: We need to start playing the lottery so that I can quit my job.Hubby: I don't think you can quit just because you're playing. I think you have to win.

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-50585796685929838132007-11-10T11:15:00.000-05:002007-11-28T22:22:26.157-05:00

My hubby is left-handed, but I am right (handed). Hah. I just came up with that. Eleven years together and that little pun is just showing itself for the first time. I guess my left brain has been holding me back.But, in all honesty, I like that he’s left-handed. I don’t know why, I just do. For some reason I find it kind of sexy. Again, I don’t know why, I just do. Well, maybe it has to

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-9827114341564343722007-11-03T09:51:00.000-04:002007-11-03T09:59:47.774-04:00

I always find it heartwarming when youngsters invent something brilliant. A few weeks ago there was news of a fifteen-year-old girl who invented the side-filling water bottle. That's truly one of those inventions that makes so much sense. It was so obvious, but why didn't anyone think of it sooner?But this one that I came across today, well, it's not so obvious, and maybe not quite so useful.

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-2278201386372230962007-11-02T22:40:00.001-04:002007-11-02T23:09:21.693-04:00

A few days ago a fireman came to my door. He was about two feet tall and brought his mother with him. Despite his mother's urgings to only take one, the fireman sneakily divested me of two Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. He was joined by an adorable paleontologist, who also helped himself to two cups. They thanked me heartily and bounced away. Unfortunately no one else came by. No witches, no

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I went to the mall this weekend. This is a rare event. But it didn't take long to be reminded of why I'm not such a fan of the mall. Aside from annoying people who walk at a snail's pace right in front of you, and aside from clothes that are just hideous, I was faced with the biggest gripe of all. So big, in fact, that I've griped about it before on this blog. Are you ready?Christmas trees

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-73596758629368721092007-10-20T23:25:00.000-04:002007-10-20T23:32:02.754-04:00

I know, I know. I’ve been terrible about writing/posting lately. I continue to blame it on the j-o-b, even though I know that excuse sounds pretty lame. Lame, but, I’m afraid, all too true. Gainful employment has heavily diminished by blog time. At least I think that’s what it is. The other possibility is that my new gainfully-employed status, though a plus for the bank account and the sense of

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-54767479636544138302007-10-13T18:06:00.000-04:002007-10-13T18:10:13.321-04:00

Hand her the picture.“You want to go this short?”Looking at the picture again.“Are you sure you want to go this short?”Conversation about other options.“No, it looks really cute in the picture.”Puts on the apron.“You’re right, it’ll always grow back.”Picks up the scissors.“I’m just going to cut off some of the length before we shampoo it.”Gathers the hair.“Are you ready?”Customer at a nearby

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My husband has recently purchased an Xbox 360 Elite. If you don’t know what that is, at least the very first part of it, then either you’ve been living under a rock or, more likely, you’re not married to a boy-man, or you don’t have teenagers living in your house.For those of you who perhaps are not blessed with any of those situations, the Xbox 360 Elite is a video game console developed by

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I went out to grab some dinner tonight, and as I was sitting at my table eating my kid’s meal, a young woman walked to the table next to mine carrying two plates. A moment later a man joined her, carrying his drink, some napkins, and a straw. She asked him a question then walked off. When she returned she was carrying condiments. They exchanged a few words.She: “Did you wash your hands?”He,

omghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351594440375424777noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32031306.post-34445058459339002872007-09-22T10:29:00.000-04:002007-09-22T10:44:10.021-04:00

Here's a little article about a few guys who broke into a building where a K-9 unit just happened to be training. When you've got luck that bad, it's definitely time to give up your life of crime.

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