I'm strictly a water drinker (except for the sports drinks I consume during runs). But I have a funny story about this Coke-vs-Pepsi thing...
When I bought my house almost seven years ago, the owners had turned the kitchen into a veritable "shrine" to Coca-Cola. Curtains, plates, glasses, even the lamp was a Coke "Tiffany" lamp!
Not being Coke fanatics, we replaced the decor with a more neutral scheme. About a year later, I bought a home security system. During the installation, the installers had to cut into the kitchen wall to place the control box. Lo and behold, what did they find stashed inside the wall, but a Pepsi bottle - apparently left behind by the builders during the original construction.
All those years, and the original owners never knew that their "shrine" to Coca-Cola had been subverted by Pepsi in the woodwork!
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MOST.HILARIOUS.POST.EVER!!!!
I just got Mr. W to go to the link so he could see the pics while I read the post aloud to him -- He did not find it one bit funny and was all on Victor's side -- Whatever. I almost peed my pants laughing at that post -- worth it.
Maybe the reason I found it so funny was because only a few short months ago I bought a suit of armor in 20 degree weather and put that sucker in a shopping cart and wheeled it through a very crowded and snowy parking lot -- completely sure I could put the convertible top down on my car and shove him inside. You get really weird stares from people while doing that, btw. Bummer, he didn't fit, so I had to wheel him back in and call Mr. W to tell him that "we" had acquired this treasure and that "he" would be responsible for picking him up after work! He so totally loved it!
That blog is a SCREAM! I have it bookmarked. If you haven't, you MUST read about how they asked a sex toy company to donate swings for their community playground. It's a gut buster!
That blog is a SCREAM! I have it bookmarked. If you haven't, you MUST read about how they asked a sex toy company to donate swings for their community playground. It's a gut buster!
Mrs. W
Too many curse words to put the video here. Just a link. Here she is giving a very funny talk.
You came to the ER for What ???? It is an open to the public group, so none of this is private. Any medical MBers will
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Pamela Lee-Sanders Please post any acronyms from your ED .... ie; FDGB June 6 at 6:01pm � Like � � Subscribe 2 people like this.
Sean Harris FDAU and HVLT face down [censored] up and high velocity lead therapy June 6 at 9:18pm � Like � 1 person
Pamela Lee-Sanders Luv it....TSTL (to stupid to live) TMTC (ie: chief complaints-too many to count), CTD (circling the drain) June 7 at 6:12am � Like � 1 person
Sean Harris TMB too many birthdays June 7 at 3:49pm � Like
Ty Chan PITA: Pain In The A$$ June 7 at 6:48pm � Like � 3 people
Robert Weisberg DTWS- deader than whale sh**, DRT dear right there. June 7 at 7:47pm � Like
Tanya Racko Berger FTD- fixing to die, DFO- "done fell out" passed out, ID-10-T- idiot. June 8 at 5:12am � Like � 2 people
Paul Peirce ART: Assuming Room Temperature June 8 at 6:22pm � Like � 3 people
Lindsey Robinson HAM= Hot [censored] Mess June 8 at 6:30pm � Like � 2 people
Jeannie Waddell JPFROG - Just plain freakin run out of gas! June 8 at 8:25pm � Like
Pamela Novak Yamek sp-stupid parent June 9 at 7:55pm � Like � 1 person
Elizabeth Pa FDGB - fall down go boom. OOB - overdosed on birthdays. Smurfed (an ominous shade of blue) June 9 at 10:50pm � Like � 2 people
Vickie Walker MFIC : mother f***er in charge June 9 at 11:20pm � Like � 2 people
Richard Brown FUBAR BUNDY : F*cked up beyond all recognition but unfortunately not dead yet. June 10 at 4:31am � Like � 5 people
Richard Brown BOHICA: Bend over here it comes again. June 10 at 4:32am � Like � 3 people
Richard Brown TSTL TDTD: Too stupid to live too dumb to die. June 10 at 4:32am � Like � 4 people
Richard Brown AMFYOYO: Adios mother f*cker. You're on your own. June 10 at 4:34am � Like
Joyce Perry GOMER= get outta my ER: DFO= done fell out/off. TMB= too many birthdays. GID= granny in distress. DSP=dumb [censored] profile. June 11 at 8:54am � Like � 5 people
Elaine Susanne Price DFOTS = drunk, fell outa tree stand June 12 at 8:36am � Like � 3 people
Michael Butler LOL in NAD = Little old lady in no apparent distress June 12 at 8:58pm � Like � 4 people
Sean Harris Gorked June 12 at 11:41pm � Like
Hap Schneider BOHICA-WOKY Bend Over Here It Comes Again - With Out KY June 13 at 1:43pm � Like � 2 people
Vickie Walker TLT: therapeutic light treatment.(in the waiting room) June 17 at 3:45am � Like � 1 person
Etthan Miller DND= Damn Near Dead DRT= Dead Right There June 19 at 6:12am � Like � 2 people
Alicia Maria Del Valle-Totdahl FUNGUS - [censored] you new guy you suck! June 25 at 6:57am � Like � 4 people
Lyn Wilson PTF-TTF: Pillow to face, titrate to flopping. Thursday at 1:29am � Like � 1 person
Hap Schneider CCFCP - Coo Coo For Coco Puffs Thursday at 6:14am � Like � 1 person
Spencer Murphy HMS- histerical mexican sydrome, BMW- big mexican woman! Thursday at 11:34am � Like � 1 person
Dan Bond DQ - Drama Queen Thursday at 3:42pm � Like � 1 person
Cindy Gallegos Cooper OTD (out the door) Thursday at 8:33pm � Like
Kelevra Siberians FDGB WITH A GBO Fall down go boom with a great big owie.... Friday at 5:17pm � Like � 1 person
If this offends, you've probably never worked in an ER.
She spent the first day packing her belongings into boxes, crates and suitcases. On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things. On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining room table by candle-light, put on some soft background music, and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar, and a bottle of spring-water. When she had finished, she went into each and every room and deposited a few half-eaten shrimp shells dipped in caviar into the hollow of the curtain rods. She then cleaned up the kitchen and left.
When the husband returned with his new girlfriend, all was bliss for the first few days. Then slowly, the house began to smell. They tried everything - cleaning, mopping and airing the place out. Vents were checked for dead rodents and carpets were steam cleaned.
Air fresheners were hung everywhere. Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters, during which they had to move out for a few days and in the end they even paid to replace the expensive wool carpeting. Nothing worked.
People stopped coming over to visit. Repairmen refused to work in the house. The maid quit.
Finally, they could not take the stench any longer and decided to move.
A month later, even though they had cut their price in half, they could not find a buyer for their stinky house. Word got out and eventually even the local realtors refused to return their calls.
Finally, they had to borrow a huge sum of money from the bank to purchase a new place.
The ex-wife called the man and asked how things were going. He told her the saga of the rotting house. She listened politely and said that she missed her old home terribly and would be willing to reduce her divorce settlement in exchange for getting the house.
Knowing his ex-wife had no idea how bad the smell was, he agreed on a price that was about 1/10th of what the house had been worth, but only if she were to sign the papers that very day.
She agreed and within the hour his lawyers delivered the paperwork.
A week later the man and his girlfriend stood smiling as they watched the moving company pack everything to take to their new home... and to spite the ex-wife, they even took the curtain rods.
A man is standing nude looking in the bedroom mirror. He is not happy with what he sees and says to his wife, 'I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.' The wife replies, 'Your eyesight's damn near perfect.
A man comes home from work and finds his wife admiring her breasts in the mirror. He asks, "What are you doing?" She replies, "I went to the doctor today, and he told me I have the breasts of a 25 year old." The husband retorts, "Well, what did he say about your 50 year old [censored]?" She replies, "Frankly dear, your name never came up."
I would like to share an experience with you; it has to do with drinking and driving. As you know some of us have had brushes with the authorities over the years. The other night I was at a Christmas dinner with a few friends. After consuming too much wine, and knowing full well that I was wasted, I did something I've never done before. Believe it or not, I took a bus home. Yes, a bus. I arrived home safely and without incident. This was really a surprise to me since I have never driven a bus before.
I have had so many requests about my famous Tequila Christmas Cake that I felt compelled to share the recipe with you. Here goes:
1 cup sugar 1 tsp. baking powder 1 cup water 1 tsp. salt 1 cup brown sugar Lemon juice 4 large eggs Nuts 1 bottle tequila 2 cups dried fruit
Sample the tequila to check quality. Take a large bowl; check the tequila again to be sure it is of the highest quality. Repeat. Turn on the electric mixer. Beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add 1 teaspoon of sugar. Beat again. At this point, it is best to make sure the tequila is still OK. Try another cup just in case. Turn off the mixerer thingy. Break 2 eegs and add to the bowl and chuck iin the cup of dried fruit. Pick the fruit up off the floor. Mix on the turner. If the fried druit getas stuck in the beaterers, just pry it loose with a drewscriver. Sample the tequila to test for tonsisticity. Next, sift 2 cups of salt, or something. Check the tequila. Now shift the lemon ice strain your nuts. Add one table. Add a spoon of sugar, or somefink. Whatever you can find. Greash the oven. Turn the cake tin 360 s and try not to fall over. Don't forget to beat off the turner. Finally, throw the bowl through the window. Finish the tequila and wipe the counter with the cat.
I'm passing this on because it worked for me today ... Dr. Oz said that finishing the things you start is the only way to reach inner peace, so I looked around the house to find things I'd started and hadn't finished. I finished off a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of Chardonnay, a bodle of Baileys, a butle of wum, tha mainder of Valiuminun scriptins, an a box a chocletz. Yu haf no idr how fablus I fel rite now. Sned this to all who need inner piss. An telum u luvum.
A husband wakes up at home with a huge hangover. He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table. He sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotless, clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table. "Honey, breakfast is on the table, I left early to go grocery shopping. Love You!"
Totally shocked with the note , he goes to the kitchen and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. He asks, "Son, what happened last night?" His son says, "Well, you came home around 3 AM, drunk and delirious. Broke some crockery, puked in the hall, and gave yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the door". Confused, the man asks, "So, why is everything in order and so clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me? I should expect a big quarrel with her!" His son replies, "Oh, that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your clothes n shoes off, you said, "LADY LEAVE ME ALONE! I'M MARRIED!"
CORRECTION: An earlier version of this story said that the Griffins' therapy session occurred in Texas. It actually took place in Kansas. We regret the error.
Good to know! The story did say she drove 250 miles to hunt down the AP, and checking my geography, starting ANYPLACE in Texas and driving MERELY 250 miles leaves you still in Texas!
Did I ever tell you about the time, during a free day at a conference, two colleagues and I drove from Houston to San Antonio and back, (almost exactly 400 miles r/t, just because we wanted to visit the Alamo?
"Man will never reach the moon regardless of all future scientific advances". --Dr. Lee DeForest, Father of Radio and Grandfather of Television
"The bomb will never go off. I speak as an expert in explosives". --Admiral William Leahy, US Atomic Bomb Project
"There is no likelihood man can ever tap the power of the atom". --Robert Millikan, Nobel Prize in Physics, 1923
"Computers in the future may weigh no more than 1.5 tons". --Popular Mechanics, forecasting the relentless march of science, 1949
"I think there is a world market for maybe five computers". --Thomas Watson, chairman of IBM, 1943 [Oddly enough it was IBM that also saw little use for what became the Xerox copy machine many decades later and refused to fund its development]
"I have travelled the length and breadth of this country and talked with the best people, and I can assure you that data processing is a fad that won't last out the year". --The editor in charge of business books for Prentice Hall, 1957
"But what is it good for?" --Engineer at the Advanced Computing Systems Division of IBM, 1968, commenting on the microchip
"640K ought to be enough for anybody". --Bill Gates, 1981
This 'telephone' has too many shortcomings to be seriously considered as a means of communication. The device is inherently of no value to us". --Western Union internal memo, 1876
"The wireless music box has no imaginable commercial value. Who would pay for a message sent to nobody in particular?" --David Sarnoff's associates in response to his urgings for investment in the radio in the 1920s
"The concept is interesting and well-formed, but in order to earn better than a 'C' the idea must be feasible". --A Yale University management professor in response to Fred Smith's paper proposing reliable overnight delivery service. [Smith went on to found Federal Express Corp]
"I'm just glad it'll be Clark Gable who's falling on his face and not Gary Cooper". -- Gary Cooper on his decision not to take the leading role in Gone With The Wind
"A cookie store is a bad idea. Besides, the market research reports say America likes crispy cookies, not soft and chewy cookies like you make". --Response to Debbi Fields' idea of starting Mrs Fields' Cookies
"We don't like their sound, and guitar music is on the way out". --Decca Recording Co. rejecting the Beatles, 1962
"Heavier-than-air flying machines are impossible". --Lord Kelvin, president, Royal Society, 1895
"If I had thought about it, I wouldn't have done the experiment. The literature was full of examples that said you can't do this". --Spencer Silver on the work that led to the unique adhesives for 3M Post-It Notepads
"Drill for oil? You mean drill into the ground to try and find oil? You're crazy". --Drillers who Edwin L. Drake tried to enlist to his project to drill for oil in 1859
"Stocks have reached what looks like a permanently high plateau". --Irving Fisher, Professor of Economics, Yale University , 1929
"Airplanes are interesting toys but of no military value". --Marechal Ferdinand Foch, Professor of Strategy, Ecole Superieure de Guerre, France
"Everything that can be invented has been invented". --Charles H. Duell, Commissioner, US Office of Patents, 1899
"The super computer is technologically impossible. It would take all of the water that flows over Niagara Falls to cool the heat generated by the number of vacuum tubes required". -- Professor of Electrical Engineering, New York University
"I don't know what use any one could find for a machine that would make copies of documents. It certainly couldn't be a feasible business by itself". --The head of IBM, refusing to back the idea, forcing the inventor to found Xerox
"Louis Pasteur's theory of germs is ridiculous fiction". --Pierre Pachet, Professor of Physiology at Toulouse, 1872
"The abdomen, the chest, and the brain will forever be shut from the intrusion of the wise and humane surgeon". --Sir John Eric Ericksen, British surgeon, appointed Surgeon-Extraordinary to Queen Victoria, 1873
"There is no reason anyone would want a computer in their home". --Ken Olson, president, chairman and founder of Digital Equipment Corp, 1977
From the UK: An affair leads to a Cabinet Minister resigning from office and facing jail for perverting the course of justice.
Huhne pays for his infidelity: Minister's career in ruins as feud with ex-wife lands them both in court over speeding points
The allegations, which stretch back to 2003, surfaced after the couple separated in 2010 when the Energy Secretary announced he was leaving his wife of 27 years for his aide Carina Trimingham, who had previously been in a civil partnership with a woman.
You realise what happened to bring this about? The politician husband got the wife to say that she was driving the car, thus collecting the speeding points. That was in 2003.
In 2010, he leaves her, a 25-year marriage and three kids, and moves in with what the papers are calling the "bisexual mistress".
The wife goes to the police and tells the truth about taking his points in 2003. Even though she knows she will be charged with the same offence as him (perversion - how apt), she does this, because he has more to lose as a Cabinet Minister with a criminal conviction than she does. They both face jail, but his career is in the toilet. Also, she will get a lesser sentence than him if she admits the charge.
I can completely see why she thought her own criminal conviction was worth it.
Just wondering - what is the statute of limitations in GB? I think that here in the USA, for something like this it would be seven years. So it may be that she waited long enough so that she would not ultimately by criminally prosecuted, but his career ends up in the crapper by public outrage.
I don't think we have a statute of limitations on criminal offences. People get tried for offences committed 30 and 40 years ago, for which they have only been identified today because of DNA testing.
I'm certain there is no limitation on perverting the course of justice.
There is no limitation in this case, anyway, because they have both been charged within the past two days. They both face a prison sentence of up to life, but it is likely in fact to come to under two years.
Outrageous. This decision is under appeal and I suspect it will be overturned. This man was accused of domestic violence last year and exonerated. However, a domestic TRO was issued as a result. The guy made a generic statement about the unfairness of the court system that allows a woman to take away a child with an unproven claim of abuse. His wife was BLOCKED from his FB, yet when she heard about his post, she ran to the Court claiming he violated the TRO. Say what??
The Judge ordered him to publish a court-approved public apology for 30 days on his FB wall.
The guy is easy to find on Facebook and is sharing his side of things. He recently put up a video where his FIL is supervising visitation and he terminated the visit claiming the father was drinking hot coffee. It's all on the tape. Craziness.
We don't have the whole story and the case records are locked up tight now. I wonder if infidelity played any part on either side. Who know what's going on. My interest is that a Judge can even do this. Free speech and all that. The guys statement was not threatening or directed specifically at his wife. I have a feeling this case will impact a lot of people.
I have been considering founding a "retreat" boot-camp for WHs who cannot get with the program. I think the perfect spot would be this lovely lake in Illinois!
I'd like to send my XWW there, let's not leave out the WW's or XWW's from this opportunity.
While I realize she doesn't have the er, equipment, maybe they eat other fleshy items
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I have been considering founding a "retreat" boot-camp for WHs who cannot get with the program. I think the perfect spot would be this lovely lake in Illinois!
I have been considering founding a "retreat" boot-camp for WHs who cannot get with the program. I think the perfect spot would be this lovely lake in Illinois!
Maybe send the coordinates as a geotracking treasure?
So, bride and I spent our annual sojourn on St. Maarten last week, and driving through Marigot on the French side I discovered the long-lost hideout for all those never-reformed WWs that we have (not) missed by their absence:
(As an aside, the lady pictured is not necessarily a WW; hers is the iconic image for the renowned "Presidente" beer brand.)
Anyway, back on the Dutch side, we took a ride down a fairly new road, all built with government funds on landfill extending into the Salt Pond. As we entered the road, the University of St Maarten was on our right, and the main government offices directly across on our left. Next on the right came the new athletic stadium, and a well-lit baseball complex. Directly across from that, and adjacent to the governmental office property....was "Le Petit Chateau", the largest legal brothel on the island!
I was crushed, certain that there was no longer any decency to be found! I was looking for a sign that there remained some morality on the island, and was still in a funk when my bride found the following bistro for lunch:
NG - I nearly split my sides laughing at your post! Only the irrepressible NG could have stumbled across those two signs in the first place, and then made the connections to Marriage Builders!
I'm so glad that my name did not appear next to the skanky sign...phew!
Did you eat there? What did you have? Was it good? The menu doesn't look very Caribbean, or French or Dutch!
I've just looked up the island's biography. What an interesting political entity it is. As a Brit I've barely been aware of it's existence, for the obvious reason that we tend to stay connected to the former British islands. Is this a popular destination for Americans, or is it a little hideaway that you and Mrs NG keep to yourselves?
We did not partake of the fare at either establishment, SC.
Sint Maarten/St. Martin is the smallest landmass in the world split between two governmental units. It is a very big vacation destination for Americans, and Europeans (French and Dutch, obviously).
We love it there, and own timeshares in two connecting units for the same week, and have returned for well over ten years now.
After d-night, I got down on one knee (at my age!) on what I took to be a sheltered portion of beach in Grand Case, and re-proposed marriage to my bride. After she said "yes", we discovered (by the ensuing cheers!) we had been watched by an entire restaurant clientele from a dimly-lit deck.
After d-night, I got down on one knee (at my age!) on what I took to be a sheltered portion of beach in Grand Case, and re-proposed marriage to my bride. After she said "yes", we discovered (by the ensuing cheers!) we had been watched by an entire restaurant clientele from a dimly-lit deck.
An Oregon woman is accused of ramming her cop-husband with a pickup truck and pointing a gun at his suspected mistress.
Kenneth M. Nunez, a 48-year-old patrolman, is in critical condition following the incident early Monday morning, The Oregonian reports.
Police say that the victim's wife, Shirley Nunez, 47, confronted the woman she suspected her husband of having an affair with. Nunez allegedly pointed a gun at the suspected mistress and then left in a 2003 Ford F-150 pickup truck. Moments later, she allegedly struck her husband as he approached his motorcycle, KATU reports.
The screaming from the crash woke neighbors, who walked outside to find Kenneth Nunez unconscious on the grass, according to the Statesman-Journal.
Authorities escorted Shirley Nunez to Salem Hospital for medical evaluation. She was then booked at the Marion County Correctional Facility and charged with attempted murder, first-degree assault, first-degree burglary, menacing, pointing a firearm at another person and unlawful use of a weapon.
The suspected mistress was not injured, KOIN report.There ain't no &$#%@*()?$ justice!
Terrible outcome. That's why I disagree with the advice of always confronting the affair partner. Some people loose control. Many men have been killed as they tried to get out of bed before the angry husband shot them
In 1985 I broke my back (stable fracture of T12) in a rollover accident, and was immediately put under a regimen of "don't do this and don't do that" with weekly examinations, and the special admonition of not engaging in any vigorous physical activity. Well, about three months later, when I was informed that my injury was healing nicely, I asked the doctor (who I had gotten to know pretty well) if that prohibition could be lifted enough to permit suitably energetic sexual activity.
He looked at me sternly and said, "Yes, but only with your wife!"
At my rather confused look, he went on. "Look if it's anybody but her, and her husband came home, you're in no shape to jump out of any windows!"
(Strange - that story used to be a lot funnier, before d-night.)