Super Pickle Boy has discovered the best way to get attention in the Emergency Room. Cough. A nice Croupy cough. It was amazing how quickly they got us to the back. It might have been that his oxygen to blood level was getting low as well. Luckily we caught it fairly quickly. We only had to stay part of the night. We got to leave at 1:30am when he was able to breathe better and his oxygen level was back up.
He showed his super powers through out it all. Everything the nurse or doctor asked him to do, he did without flinching. He even said please and thank you. I was amazed and proud and just about in tears. What a boy… what a super Pickle boy!
We are home and exhausted. Unlucky for us, Tot got a great night sleep and is full of P&V (Piss and Vinegar). Tot is learning that “inside Voice” is very important today. Ahhhh… and the sister-in-law and hubby arrive today. Yep, it’s going to be entertaining.
Let’s hope everyone can keep their sense of humor. Ok, let’s just hope Mom can keep her sense of humor.
Friday, March 31, 2006
Adventure #2 of Super Pickle Boy
Super Pickle Boy has discovered the best way to get attention in the Emergency Room. Cough. A nice Croupy cough. It was amazing how quickly they got us to the back. It might have been that his oxygen to blood level was getting low as well. Luckily we caught it fairly quickly. We only had to stay part of the night. We got to leave at 1:30am when he was able to breathe better and his oxygen level was back up.
He showed his super powers through out it all. Everything the nurse or doctor asked him to do, he did without flinching. He even said please and thank you. I was amazed and proud and just about in tears. What a boy… what a super Pickle boy!
We are home and exhausted. Unlucky for us, Tot got a great night sleep and is full of P&V (Piss and Vinegar). Tot is learning that “inside Voice” is very important today. Ahhhh… and the sister-in-law and hubby arrive today. Yep, it’s going to be entertaining.
Let’s hope everyone can keep their sense of humor. Ok, let’s just hope Mom can keep her sense of humor.
He showed his super powers through out it all. Everything the nurse or doctor asked him to do, he did without flinching. He even said please and thank you. I was amazed and proud and just about in tears. What a boy… what a super Pickle boy!
We are home and exhausted. Unlucky for us, Tot got a great night sleep and is full of P&V (Piss and Vinegar). Tot is learning that “inside Voice” is very important today. Ahhhh… and the sister-in-law and hubby arrive today. Yep, it’s going to be entertaining.
Let’s hope everyone can keep their sense of humor. Ok, let’s just hope Mom can keep her sense of humor.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Unusual Sighting
My eyes deceived me... It had to be a joke... But it wasn't. Here are my boys sleeping during the day light hours:
PS. In-laws coming tomorrow... will be a little busy for the next couple of days and not sure what all I'll get posted.
PS. In-laws coming tomorrow... will be a little busy for the next couple of days and not sure what all I'll get posted.
Unusual Sighting
My eyes deceived me... It had to be a joke... But it wasn't. Here are my boys sleeping during the day light hours:
PS. In-laws coming tomorrow... will be a little busy for the next couple of days and not sure what all I'll get posted.
PS. In-laws coming tomorrow... will be a little busy for the next couple of days and not sure what all I'll get posted.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Humor for Dreaded Wednesday
TO: GOD
FROM: THE DOG
Dear God: Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another?
Dear God: When we get to heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or is it still the same old story?
Dear God: Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray, and the rabbit, but not ONE named for a dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We do love a nice ride. Would it be so hard to rename the "Chrysler Eagle" the "Chrysler Beagle"?
Dear God: If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad dog?
Dear God: We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers , scent ID's, electromagnetic energy fields, and Frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand?
Dear God: More meatballs, less spaghetti, please.
Dear God: Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize?
Dear God: Let me give you a list of just some of the things I must remember to be a good dog.
1. I will not eat the cats' food before they eat it or after they throw it up.
2. I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like the way they smell.
3 I will not munch on "leftovers" in the kitty litter box, although they are tasty.
4. The diaper pail is not a cookie jar.
5. The sofa is not a 'face towel'. Neither are Mom and Dad's laps.
6. The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.
7. My head does not belong in the refrigerator.
8. I will not bite the officer' s hand when he reaches in for Mom's driver's license and registration.
9. I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet.
10. Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is an unacceptable way of saying "hello".
11. I don't need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm under the coffee table.
12. I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house - not after.
13. I will not throw up in the car.
14. I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt.
15. I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch when we have company.
16. The cat is not a 'squeaky toy' so when I play with him and he makes that noise, it's usually not a good thing.
And, finally, My last question...
Dear God: Why do humans only have 10 Commandments and dogs have 16?
FROM: THE DOG
Dear God: Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another?
Dear God: When we get to heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or is it still the same old story?
Dear God: Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray, and the rabbit, but not ONE named for a dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We do love a nice ride. Would it be so hard to rename the "Chrysler Eagle" the "Chrysler Beagle"?
Dear God: If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad dog?
Dear God: We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers , scent ID's, electromagnetic energy fields, and Frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand?
Dear God: More meatballs, less spaghetti, please.
Dear God: Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize?
Dear God: Let me give you a list of just some of the things I must remember to be a good dog.
1. I will not eat the cats' food before they eat it or after they throw it up.
2. I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like the way they smell.
3 I will not munch on "leftovers" in the kitty litter box, although they are tasty.
4. The diaper pail is not a cookie jar.
5. The sofa is not a 'face towel'. Neither are Mom and Dad's laps.
6. The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.
7. My head does not belong in the refrigerator.
8. I will not bite the officer' s hand when he reaches in for Mom's driver's license and registration.
9. I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet.
10. Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is an unacceptable way of saying "hello".
11. I don't need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm under the coffee table.
12. I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house - not after.
13. I will not throw up in the car.
14. I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt.
15. I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch when we have company.
16. The cat is not a 'squeaky toy' so when I play with him and he makes that noise, it's usually not a good thing.
And, finally, My last question...
Dear God: Why do humans only have 10 Commandments and dogs have 16?
Humor for Dreaded Wednesday
TO: GOD
FROM: THE DOG
Dear God: Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another?
Dear God: When we get to heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or is it still the same old story?
Dear God: Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray, and the rabbit, but not ONE named for a dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We do love a nice ride. Would it be so hard to rename the "Chrysler Eagle" the "Chrysler Beagle"?
Dear God: If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad dog?
Dear God: We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers , scent ID's, electromagnetic energy fields, and Frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand?
Dear God: More meatballs, less spaghetti, please.
Dear God: Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize?
Dear God: Let me give you a list of just some of the things I must remember to be a good dog.
1. I will not eat the cats' food before they eat it or after they throw it up.
2. I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like the way they smell.
3 I will not munch on "leftovers" in the kitty litter box, although they are tasty.
4. The diaper pail is not a cookie jar.
5. The sofa is not a 'face towel'. Neither are Mom and Dad's laps.
6. The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.
7. My head does not belong in the refrigerator.
8. I will not bite the officer' s hand when he reaches in for Mom's driver's license and registration.
9. I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet.
10. Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is an unacceptable way of saying "hello".
11. I don't need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm under the coffee table.
12. I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house - not after.
13. I will not throw up in the car.
14. I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt.
15. I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch when we have company.
16. The cat is not a 'squeaky toy' so when I play with him and he makes that noise, it's usually not a good thing.
And, finally, My last question...
Dear God: Why do humans only have 10 Commandments and dogs have 16?
FROM: THE DOG
Dear God: Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another?
Dear God: When we get to heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or is it still the same old story?
Dear God: Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray, and the rabbit, but not ONE named for a dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We do love a nice ride. Would it be so hard to rename the "Chrysler Eagle" the "Chrysler Beagle"?
Dear God: If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad dog?
Dear God: We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers , scent ID's, electromagnetic energy fields, and Frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand?
Dear God: More meatballs, less spaghetti, please.
Dear God: Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize?
Dear God: Let me give you a list of just some of the things I must remember to be a good dog.
1. I will not eat the cats' food before they eat it or after they throw it up.
2. I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like the way they smell.
3 I will not munch on "leftovers" in the kitty litter box, although they are tasty.
4. The diaper pail is not a cookie jar.
5. The sofa is not a 'face towel'. Neither are Mom and Dad's laps.
6. The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.
7. My head does not belong in the refrigerator.
8. I will not bite the officer' s hand when he reaches in for Mom's driver's license and registration.
9. I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet.
10. Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is an unacceptable way of saying "hello".
11. I don't need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm under the coffee table.
12. I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house - not after.
13. I will not throw up in the car.
14. I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt.
15. I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch when we have company.
16. The cat is not a 'squeaky toy' so when I play with him and he makes that noise, it's usually not a good thing.
And, finally, My last question...
Dear God: Why do humans only have 10 Commandments and dogs have 16?
More Humor for Dreaded Wednesday
A little boy was attending his first wedding.
After the service, his cousin asked him, "How many women can a man marry?"
"Sixteen," the boy responded. His cousin was amazed that he had an answer so quickly.
"How do you know that?"
"Easy," the little boy said. "All you have to do is add it up, like the Bishop said, 4 better, 4 worse, 4 richer, 4 poorer."
= = = = = =
After a church service on Sunday morning, a young boy suddenly announced to his mother, "Mom, I've decided to become a minister when I grow up."
"That's okay with us, but what made you decide that?"
"Well," said the little boy, "I have to go to church on Sunday anyway, and I figure it will be more fun to stand up and yell, than to sit and listen."
After the service, his cousin asked him, "How many women can a man marry?"
"Sixteen," the boy responded. His cousin was amazed that he had an answer so quickly.
"How do you know that?"
"Easy," the little boy said. "All you have to do is add it up, like the Bishop said, 4 better, 4 worse, 4 richer, 4 poorer."
= = = = = =
After a church service on Sunday morning, a young boy suddenly announced to his mother, "Mom, I've decided to become a minister when I grow up."
"That's okay with us, but what made you decide that?"
"Well," said the little boy, "I have to go to church on Sunday anyway, and I figure it will be more fun to stand up and yell, than to sit and listen."
More Humor for Dreaded Wednesday
A little boy was attending his first wedding.
After the service, his cousin asked him, "How many women can a man marry?"
"Sixteen," the boy responded. His cousin was amazed that he had an answer so quickly.
"How do you know that?"
"Easy," the little boy said. "All you have to do is add it up, like the Bishop said, 4 better, 4 worse, 4 richer, 4 poorer."
= = = = = =
After a church service on Sunday morning, a young boy suddenly announced to his mother, "Mom, I've decided to become a minister when I grow up."
"That's okay with us, but what made you decide that?"
"Well," said the little boy, "I have to go to church on Sunday anyway, and I figure it will be more fun to stand up and yell, than to sit and listen."
After the service, his cousin asked him, "How many women can a man marry?"
"Sixteen," the boy responded. His cousin was amazed that he had an answer so quickly.
"How do you know that?"
"Easy," the little boy said. "All you have to do is add it up, like the Bishop said, 4 better, 4 worse, 4 richer, 4 poorer."
= = = = = =
After a church service on Sunday morning, a young boy suddenly announced to his mother, "Mom, I've decided to become a minister when I grow up."
"That's okay with us, but what made you decide that?"
"Well," said the little boy, "I have to go to church on Sunday anyway, and I figure it will be more fun to stand up and yell, than to sit and listen."
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Must Eat Os
Between getting dressed for the morning and watching TV, we must eat Daddy's O's. (aka Honey Nut Cheerios). First we eat them dry (no milk added). Second we eat them with a spoon.
= = = = =
When more end up on the floor than in the mouth, we will switch to the regular way to eat them... the fingers:
= = = = =
Ahhhhh... to be 2 again.
= = = = =
When more end up on the floor than in the mouth, we will switch to the regular way to eat them... the fingers:
= = = = =
Ahhhhh... to be 2 again.
Must Eat Os
Between getting dressed for the morning and watching TV, we must eat Daddy's O's. (aka Honey Nut Cheerios). First we eat them dry (no milk added). Second we eat them with a spoon.
= = = = =
When more end up on the floor than in the mouth, we will switch to the regular way to eat them... the fingers:
= = = = =
Ahhhhh... to be 2 again.
= = = = =
When more end up on the floor than in the mouth, we will switch to the regular way to eat them... the fingers:
= = = = =
Ahhhhh... to be 2 again.
Monday, March 27, 2006
From Gloves to Hats
Seems that my boy, Tot, is going to be into Hockey one day. He loves hats and gloves. Here is a selection of photos with him with his hats... GQ here he comes:
= = = = =
= = = = =
Now, he hates this bike helmet. But lately he has been wearing it... usually when NOT riding his tricycle.
= = = = =
One of those rare moments when he is on his tricycle and wearing the helmet:
= = = = =
What's next????
= = = = =
= = = = =
Now, he hates this bike helmet. But lately he has been wearing it... usually when NOT riding his tricycle.
= = = = =
One of those rare moments when he is on his tricycle and wearing the helmet:
= = = = =
What's next????
From Gloves to Hats
Seems that my boy, Tot, is going to be into Hockey one day. He loves hats and gloves. Here is a selection of photos with him with his hats... GQ here he comes:
= = = = =
= = = = =
Now, he hates this bike helmet. But lately he has been wearing it... usually when NOT riding his tricycle.
= = = = =
One of those rare moments when he is on his tricycle and wearing the helmet:
= = = = =
What's next????
= = = = =
= = = = =
Now, he hates this bike helmet. But lately he has been wearing it... usually when NOT riding his tricycle.
= = = = =
One of those rare moments when he is on his tricycle and wearing the helmet:
= = = = =
What's next????
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Waiting for Monday
When you have a weekend like mine, you can't wait for Monday. I, a "mom", got sick. Not allowed. But it happened anyway.
Then when we went out with the kids this morning, the transmission on my car went out. No warning lights, just gone. I-95. Oh what fun.
I'm going to go hide myself in the couch and hope the kids don't see me. Then again, Dad will probably find me there.
Then when we went out with the kids this morning, the transmission on my car went out. No warning lights, just gone. I-95. Oh what fun.
I'm going to go hide myself in the couch and hope the kids don't see me. Then again, Dad will probably find me there.
Waiting for Monday
When you have a weekend like mine, you can't wait for Monday. I, a "mom", got sick. Not allowed. But it happened anyway.
Then when we went out with the kids this morning, the transmission on my car went out. No warning lights, just gone. I-95. Oh what fun.
I'm going to go hide myself in the couch and hope the kids don't see me. Then again, Dad will probably find me there.
Then when we went out with the kids this morning, the transmission on my car went out. No warning lights, just gone. I-95. Oh what fun.
I'm going to go hide myself in the couch and hope the kids don't see me. Then again, Dad will probably find me there.
Friday, March 24, 2006
Life Is Like A Box
A box is fun, can be anything you imagine, and when it gets destroyed you just get a new one. Gotta love having a box around. My sons were lifted into this box so they could play:
= = = = =
Peek-a-boo
= = = = =
Say "Cheese" for the camera:
= = = = =
Oh yaaa... they got out themselves.
= = = = =
Peek-a-boo
= = = = =
Say "Cheese" for the camera:
= = = = =
Oh yaaa... they got out themselves.
Life Is Like A Box
A box is fun, can be anything you imagine, and when it gets destroyed you just get a new one. Gotta love having a box around. My sons were lifted into this box so they could play:
= = = = =
Peek-a-boo
= = = = =
Say "Cheese" for the camera:
= = = = =
Oh yaaa... they got out themselves.
= = = = =
Peek-a-boo
= = = = =
Say "Cheese" for the camera:
= = = = =
Oh yaaa... they got out themselves.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Need a Laugh?
It's interesting how some people can come up with the greatest stories about someone else. GRIN. Seems my blogdaughter Sticks has decided to 'stick it to me'. Gotta learn not to give that woman a meme.
Need a Laugh?
It's interesting how some people can come up with the greatest stories about someone else. GRIN. Seems my blogdaughter Sticks has decided to 'stick it to me'. Gotta learn not to give that woman a meme.
Cheesecake and Children
Seems that we are doing a lot of baking lately. One of things I use to do when I was stressed. No wonder I gain weight! But I have started doing it again. Now with the help of two little boys. Tater wanted to bake Dad something. I had all the ingredients for a cheesecake. It started out with both of them helping.
Here they are crushing the graham crackers for me:
= = = = = =
Tater wanted to help with the eggs. How could I refuse? I didn't have many eggshell parts to pick out - really!
= = = = = =
And then there is the hand mixer. Ahhhhhh. How much of a mess did I want to clean up? Why not let him learn now? The hard part was convincing him to keep it down on the bottom of the bowl. He did quite well.
= = = = = =
Did I mention he wanted it red? Oh yes, we added red food coloring to it. Seems like it must have been pretty good. Dad ate 2 pieces.
Here they are crushing the graham crackers for me:
= = = = = =
Tater wanted to help with the eggs. How could I refuse? I didn't have many eggshell parts to pick out - really!
= = = = = =
And then there is the hand mixer. Ahhhhhh. How much of a mess did I want to clean up? Why not let him learn now? The hard part was convincing him to keep it down on the bottom of the bowl. He did quite well.
= = = = = =
Did I mention he wanted it red? Oh yes, we added red food coloring to it. Seems like it must have been pretty good. Dad ate 2 pieces.
Cheesecake and Children
Seems that we are doing a lot of baking lately. One of things I use to do when I was stressed. No wonder I gain weight! But I have started doing it again. Now with the help of two little boys. Tater wanted to bake Dad something. I had all the ingredients for a cheesecake. It started out with both of them helping.
Here they are crushing the graham crackers for me:
= = = = = =
Tater wanted to help with the eggs. How could I refuse? I didn't have many eggshell parts to pick out - really!
= = = = = =
And then there is the hand mixer. Ahhhhhh. How much of a mess did I want to clean up? Why not let him learn now? The hard part was convincing him to keep it down on the bottom of the bowl. He did quite well.
= = = = = =
Did I mention he wanted it red? Oh yes, we added red food coloring to it. Seems like it must have been pretty good. Dad ate 2 pieces.
Here they are crushing the graham crackers for me:
= = = = = =
Tater wanted to help with the eggs. How could I refuse? I didn't have many eggshell parts to pick out - really!
= = = = = =
And then there is the hand mixer. Ahhhhhh. How much of a mess did I want to clean up? Why not let him learn now? The hard part was convincing him to keep it down on the bottom of the bowl. He did quite well.
= = = = = =
Did I mention he wanted it red? Oh yes, we added red food coloring to it. Seems like it must have been pretty good. Dad ate 2 pieces.
Hazard Info on Magnetix
Tink sent me THIS LINK about a different issue with the Magnetix set. Why? Because I have it.
And it does have warnings. I did NOT let my kids play with it unsupervised. I have now put it up until they get older. Trust me, Magnetix is a lot of fun and has been around for a very long time. I will let my kids play with it when they get older (I won't lose it because I love playing with it). But I just don't want to take the chance with Tot around. He is a kid who loves to eat things. And it doesn't matter if it comes apart or not... if he ate two of the magnet sticks, it would do the same thing.
Penny Sweet's 2-year-old son, Kenny, died Thanksgiving Day after swallowing tiny magnets from the toy — but he didn't choke.
... An autopsy found two tiny magnets stuck in Kenny's small intestine. Doctors say the magnets were so strong that they joined two ends of his small intestine, pinching it shut. As a result, bacteria were forced into his bloodstream — killing him.
...the toy's manufacturer points out that Magnetix has passed all federal safety requirements and that the box features prominent small part hazard warnings.
And it does have warnings. I did NOT let my kids play with it unsupervised. I have now put it up until they get older. Trust me, Magnetix is a lot of fun and has been around for a very long time. I will let my kids play with it when they get older (I won't lose it because I love playing with it). But I just don't want to take the chance with Tot around. He is a kid who loves to eat things. And it doesn't matter if it comes apart or not... if he ate two of the magnet sticks, it would do the same thing.
Hazard Info on Magnetix
Tink sent me THIS LINK about a different issue with the Magnetix set. Why? Because I have it.
And it does have warnings. I did NOT let my kids play with it unsupervised. I have now put it up until they get older. Trust me, Magnetix is a lot of fun and has been around for a very long time. I will let my kids play with it when they get older (I won't lose it because I love playing with it). But I just don't want to take the chance with Tot around. He is a kid who loves to eat things. And it doesn't matter if it comes apart or not... if he ate two of the magnet sticks, it would do the same thing.
Penny Sweet's 2-year-old son, Kenny, died Thanksgiving Day after swallowing tiny magnets from the toy — but he didn't choke.
... An autopsy found two tiny magnets stuck in Kenny's small intestine. Doctors say the magnets were so strong that they joined two ends of his small intestine, pinching it shut. As a result, bacteria were forced into his bloodstream — killing him.
...the toy's manufacturer points out that Magnetix has passed all federal safety requirements and that the box features prominent small part hazard warnings.
And it does have warnings. I did NOT let my kids play with it unsupervised. I have now put it up until they get older. Trust me, Magnetix is a lot of fun and has been around for a very long time. I will let my kids play with it when they get older (I won't lose it because I love playing with it). But I just don't want to take the chance with Tot around. He is a kid who loves to eat things. And it doesn't matter if it comes apart or not... if he ate two of the magnet sticks, it would do the same thing.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
More Humor for Dreaded Wednesday
Upon entering the little country store, the stranger noticed a sign saying "DANGER! BEWARE OF DOG!" posted on the glass door. Inside he noticed a harmless old hound dog asleep on the floor besides the cash register.
He asked the store manager, "Is THAT the dog folks are supposed to beware of?"
"Yep, that's him," he replied.
The stranger couldn't help but be amused. "That certainly doesn't look like a dangerous dog to me. Why in the world would you post that sign?"
"Because," the owner replied, "before I posted that sign, people kept tripping over him."
He asked the store manager, "Is THAT the dog folks are supposed to beware of?"
"Yep, that's him," he replied.
The stranger couldn't help but be amused. "That certainly doesn't look like a dangerous dog to me. Why in the world would you post that sign?"
"Because," the owner replied, "before I posted that sign, people kept tripping over him."
More Humor for Dreaded Wednesday
Upon entering the little country store, the stranger noticed a sign saying "DANGER! BEWARE OF DOG!" posted on the glass door. Inside he noticed a harmless old hound dog asleep on the floor besides the cash register.
He asked the store manager, "Is THAT the dog folks are supposed to beware of?"
"Yep, that's him," he replied.
The stranger couldn't help but be amused. "That certainly doesn't look like a dangerous dog to me. Why in the world would you post that sign?"
"Because," the owner replied, "before I posted that sign, people kept tripping over him."
He asked the store manager, "Is THAT the dog folks are supposed to beware of?"
"Yep, that's him," he replied.
The stranger couldn't help but be amused. "That certainly doesn't look like a dangerous dog to me. Why in the world would you post that sign?"
"Because," the owner replied, "before I posted that sign, people kept tripping over him."
My Picks
I got tagged by ArmyWife
2. Pick 5 random blogfriends.
3. Think of a word or phrase that you describes each friend.
1. Choose a search engine (e.g. Dogpile).
4. Do an image search of that word or phrase.
5. Pick an image that makes you say, "Aha! That's it!"
And here are my picks:
Contagion (Miasmatic Review) - the tag for this was "Solid Biohazardous Waste Disposal":
= = = = =
Sticks (From Chaos to Serendipity):
= = = = =
Anita (Fighting Inertia) - notice the words on the sticker:
= = = = =
Physics Geek:
= = = = =
Random Thoughts from Mary Beth (notice the link on the pictures):
2. Pick 5 random blogfriends.
3. Think of a word or phrase that you describes each friend.
1. Choose a search engine (e.g. Dogpile).
4. Do an image search of that word or phrase.
5. Pick an image that makes you say, "Aha! That's it!"
And here are my picks:
Contagion (Miasmatic Review) - the tag for this was "Solid Biohazardous Waste Disposal":
= = = = =
Sticks (From Chaos to Serendipity):
= = = = =
Anita (Fighting Inertia) - notice the words on the sticker:
= = = = =
Physics Geek:
= = = = =
Random Thoughts from Mary Beth (notice the link on the pictures):
My Picks
I got tagged by ArmyWife
2. Pick 5 random blogfriends.
3. Think of a word or phrase that you describes each friend.
1. Choose a search engine (e.g. Dogpile).
4. Do an image search of that word or phrase.
5. Pick an image that makes you say, "Aha! That's it!"
And here are my picks:
Contagion (Miasmatic Review) - the tag for this was "Solid Biohazardous Waste Disposal":
= = = = =
Sticks (From Chaos to Serendipity):
= = = = =
Anita (Fighting Inertia) - notice the words on the sticker:
= = = = =
Physics Geek:
= = = = =
Random Thoughts from Mary Beth (notice the link on the pictures):
2. Pick 5 random blogfriends.
3. Think of a word or phrase that you describes each friend.
1. Choose a search engine (e.g. Dogpile).
4. Do an image search of that word or phrase.
5. Pick an image that makes you say, "Aha! That's it!"
And here are my picks:
Contagion (Miasmatic Review) - the tag for this was "Solid Biohazardous Waste Disposal":
= = = = =
Sticks (From Chaos to Serendipity):
= = = = =
Anita (Fighting Inertia) - notice the words on the sticker:
= = = = =
Physics Geek:
= = = = =
Random Thoughts from Mary Beth (notice the link on the pictures):
Humor for Dreaded Wednesday
WHY DOGS AND MEN ARE ALIKE
1. Both keep moving...even when they are lost.
2. Both take up too much space on the bed.
3. Both have irrational fears about the vacuum cleaner.
4. Both are threatened by their own kind.
5. Neither understands what you see in cats.
6. Both want dominance.
7. Both do the dishes by licking them clean.
8. Both chase cars.
9. The larger ones tend to drool.
10. The smaller ones tend to be more nervous.
1. Both keep moving...even when they are lost.
2. Both take up too much space on the bed.
3. Both have irrational fears about the vacuum cleaner.
4. Both are threatened by their own kind.
5. Neither understands what you see in cats.
6. Both want dominance.
7. Both do the dishes by licking them clean.
8. Both chase cars.
9. The larger ones tend to drool.
10. The smaller ones tend to be more nervous.
Humor for Dreaded Wednesday
WHY DOGS AND MEN ARE ALIKE
1. Both keep moving...even when they are lost.
2. Both take up too much space on the bed.
3. Both have irrational fears about the vacuum cleaner.
4. Both are threatened by their own kind.
5. Neither understands what you see in cats.
6. Both want dominance.
7. Both do the dishes by licking them clean.
8. Both chase cars.
9. The larger ones tend to drool.
10. The smaller ones tend to be more nervous.
1. Both keep moving...even when they are lost.
2. Both take up too much space on the bed.
3. Both have irrational fears about the vacuum cleaner.
4. Both are threatened by their own kind.
5. Neither understands what you see in cats.
6. Both want dominance.
7. Both do the dishes by licking them clean.
8. Both chase cars.
9. The larger ones tend to drool.
10. The smaller ones tend to be more nervous.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
This Mom Isn't Perfect
Sad but true. Seems Tink and my mom have been discussing my life lately. It also seems that Tink has been mentioning it to another 'family member' - Harvey that is. I owe Contagion for getting her started. He asked for some "dirt on me" and she is hunting for it. Only thing going for me is that she was not around when I was a teenager and in college.
But the latest is to show that this mom isn't perfect. Ricotta cheese and garlic. Those ingredients will live with me forever.
It started when I asked mom if I could make dinner for a boyfriend. I could bake cookies, cakes and make fudge... I certainly could cook a dinner - right? Don't answer that yet. I decided I wanted to make Lasagna. Asked Mom for the recipe. Got a list of ingredients and went shopping. I couldn't find ricotta cheese. When I got home, I told mom about it. She told me to get started and she would go get me some. Well... when she got home I asked her if she had anymore garlic. Yep, you might guess where this is going. It called for 3 cloves of garlic. I only found 2. Mom then stated that she had 2 bulbs of garlic. Uhhh. Bulbs? What is a bulb versus a clove? Yes people, I made the lasagna with 2 bulbs of garlic. 1 bulb is about 10 cloves ... I put in about 20 cloves of garlic when it called for 3.
And yes we ate it.
But the latest is to show that this mom isn't perfect. Ricotta cheese and garlic. Those ingredients will live with me forever.
It started when I asked mom if I could make dinner for a boyfriend. I could bake cookies, cakes and make fudge... I certainly could cook a dinner - right? Don't answer that yet. I decided I wanted to make Lasagna. Asked Mom for the recipe. Got a list of ingredients and went shopping. I couldn't find ricotta cheese. When I got home, I told mom about it. She told me to get started and she would go get me some. Well... when she got home I asked her if she had anymore garlic. Yep, you might guess where this is going. It called for 3 cloves of garlic. I only found 2. Mom then stated that she had 2 bulbs of garlic. Uhhh. Bulbs? What is a bulb versus a clove? Yes people, I made the lasagna with 2 bulbs of garlic. 1 bulb is about 10 cloves ... I put in about 20 cloves of garlic when it called for 3.
And yes we ate it.
This Mom Isn't Perfect
Sad but true. Seems Tink and my mom have been discussing my life lately. It also seems that Tink has been mentioning it to another 'family member' - Harvey that is. I owe Contagion for getting her started. He asked for some "dirt on me" and she is hunting for it. Only thing going for me is that she was not around when I was a teenager and in college.
But the latest is to show that this mom isn't perfect. Ricotta cheese and garlic. Those ingredients will live with me forever.
It started when I asked mom if I could make dinner for a boyfriend. I could bake cookies, cakes and make fudge... I certainly could cook a dinner - right? Don't answer that yet. I decided I wanted to make Lasagna. Asked Mom for the recipe. Got a list of ingredients and went shopping. I couldn't find ricotta cheese. When I got home, I told mom about it. She told me to get started and she would go get me some. Well... when she got home I asked her if she had anymore garlic. Yep, you might guess where this is going. It called for 3 cloves of garlic. I only found 2. Mom then stated that she had 2 bulbs of garlic. Uhhh. Bulbs? What is a bulb versus a clove? Yes people, I made the lasagna with 2 bulbs of garlic. 1 bulb is about 10 cloves ... I put in about 20 cloves of garlic when it called for 3.
And yes we ate it.
But the latest is to show that this mom isn't perfect. Ricotta cheese and garlic. Those ingredients will live with me forever.
It started when I asked mom if I could make dinner for a boyfriend. I could bake cookies, cakes and make fudge... I certainly could cook a dinner - right? Don't answer that yet. I decided I wanted to make Lasagna. Asked Mom for the recipe. Got a list of ingredients and went shopping. I couldn't find ricotta cheese. When I got home, I told mom about it. She told me to get started and she would go get me some. Well... when she got home I asked her if she had anymore garlic. Yep, you might guess where this is going. It called for 3 cloves of garlic. I only found 2. Mom then stated that she had 2 bulbs of garlic. Uhhh. Bulbs? What is a bulb versus a clove? Yes people, I made the lasagna with 2 bulbs of garlic. 1 bulb is about 10 cloves ... I put in about 20 cloves of garlic when it called for 3.
And yes we ate it.
Humor for Dreaded Wednesday
UPDATE: I seem to be off by one day. There will be more humor tomorrow.
The mother of a problem child was advised by a psychiatrist, "You are far too upset and worried about your son. I suggest you take tranquilizers regularly."
On her next visit the psychiatrist asked, "Have the tranquilizers calmed you down?"
"Yes," the boy's mother answered.
"And how is your son now?" the psychiatrist asked.
"Who cares?" the mother replied.
The mother of a problem child was advised by a psychiatrist, "You are far too upset and worried about your son. I suggest you take tranquilizers regularly."
On her next visit the psychiatrist asked, "Have the tranquilizers calmed you down?"
"Yes," the boy's mother answered.
"And how is your son now?" the psychiatrist asked.
"Who cares?" the mother replied.
Humor for Dreaded Wednesday
UPDATE: I seem to be off by one day. There will be more humor tomorrow.
The mother of a problem child was advised by a psychiatrist, "You are far too upset and worried about your son. I suggest you take tranquilizers regularly."
On her next visit the psychiatrist asked, "Have the tranquilizers calmed you down?"
"Yes," the boy's mother answered.
"And how is your son now?" the psychiatrist asked.
"Who cares?" the mother replied.
The mother of a problem child was advised by a psychiatrist, "You are far too upset and worried about your son. I suggest you take tranquilizers regularly."
On her next visit the psychiatrist asked, "Have the tranquilizers calmed you down?"
"Yes," the boy's mother answered.
"And how is your son now?" the psychiatrist asked.
"Who cares?" the mother replied.
Monday, March 20, 2006
My Mother is a Saint
Not me. My mom. Really. Tink and I were talking... and this is what Tink had to say:
And she really is a Saint to have put up with the antics of shorty and vw. As the oldest you would have thought I would have been the one to push her over the edge (Tink did occasionally - GRIN), but I just brought mice and snakes home. Whereas shorty and vw tried their best to give poor dear mom a bad rep.
Case #1: Shorty was riding her bike. She rode it down a hill she was told not to. Fell. Skinned up pretty badly, blood everywhere. So what does she do? She goes into the house crying (by the way mom had company) and saying "I didn't mean it mom. I'm so sorry."
Case #2: vw and the horse (okay sis, you were actually there so write it correctly)
I'll take it from here... I use to ride and teach horseback riding. There was one day when I was working with a new horse and it tried to jump the fence. Normally not a problem but on the other side of this fence was a very deep swale. Nope, not going to let the horse jump that one. Stubborn horse. I ended up having to bring it down to stop it. Down on my leg. Ouch. Well, I'm crying (it hurt), I'm trying to check out the horse, and then one of the stable owners comes over. She helps me make sure that the horse is ok and then offers to take me home. I start freaking. No No, I don't want mom to know I'm hurt. She explains there is no way I can ride my bike home considering how bad I'm limping.
I let her take me home. Now I'm really freaking. Mom comes out and the owner is telling her what happened and how it's not my fault. I'm apologizing to mom for getting hurt. Mom is very calm about all this (guess past experience helps) and told the owner she appreciated her bringing me home.
I remember the next time I went to the stables the owner gave me a hard time. Telling me how nice my mom was about it all and how silly it looked with me apologizing for getting hurt. What can I say?
Now who doesn't think this woman should be made a saint?
And she really is a Saint to have put up with the antics of shorty and vw. As the oldest you would have thought I would have been the one to push her over the edge (Tink did occasionally - GRIN), but I just brought mice and snakes home. Whereas shorty and vw tried their best to give poor dear mom a bad rep.
Case #1: Shorty was riding her bike. She rode it down a hill she was told not to. Fell. Skinned up pretty badly, blood everywhere. So what does she do? She goes into the house crying (by the way mom had company) and saying "I didn't mean it mom. I'm so sorry."
Case #2: vw and the horse (okay sis, you were actually there so write it correctly)
I'll take it from here... I use to ride and teach horseback riding. There was one day when I was working with a new horse and it tried to jump the fence. Normally not a problem but on the other side of this fence was a very deep swale. Nope, not going to let the horse jump that one. Stubborn horse. I ended up having to bring it down to stop it. Down on my leg. Ouch. Well, I'm crying (it hurt), I'm trying to check out the horse, and then one of the stable owners comes over. She helps me make sure that the horse is ok and then offers to take me home. I start freaking. No No, I don't want mom to know I'm hurt. She explains there is no way I can ride my bike home considering how bad I'm limping.
I let her take me home. Now I'm really freaking. Mom comes out and the owner is telling her what happened and how it's not my fault. I'm apologizing to mom for getting hurt. Mom is very calm about all this (guess past experience helps) and told the owner she appreciated her bringing me home.
I remember the next time I went to the stables the owner gave me a hard time. Telling me how nice my mom was about it all and how silly it looked with me apologizing for getting hurt. What can I say?
Now who doesn't think this woman should be made a saint?
My Mother is a Saint
Not me. My mom. Really. Tink and I were talking... and this is what Tink had to say:
And she really is a Saint to have put up with the antics of shorty and vw. As the oldest you would have thought I would have been the one to push her over the edge (Tink did occasionally - GRIN), but I just brought mice and snakes home. Whereas shorty and vw tried their best to give poor dear mom a bad rep.
Case #1: Shorty was riding her bike. She rode it down a hill she was told not to. Fell. Skinned up pretty badly, blood everywhere. So what does she do? She goes into the house crying (by the way mom had company) and saying "I didn't mean it mom. I'm so sorry."
Case #2: vw and the horse (okay sis, you were actually there so write it correctly)
I'll take it from here... I use to ride and teach horseback riding. There was one day when I was working with a new horse and it tried to jump the fence. Normally not a problem but on the other side of this fence was a very deep swale. Nope, not going to let the horse jump that one. Stubborn horse. I ended up having to bring it down to stop it. Down on my leg. Ouch. Well, I'm crying (it hurt), I'm trying to check out the horse, and then one of the stable owners comes over. She helps me make sure that the horse is ok and then offers to take me home. I start freaking. No No, I don't want mom to know I'm hurt. She explains there is no way I can ride my bike home considering how bad I'm limping.
I let her take me home. Now I'm really freaking. Mom comes out and the owner is telling her what happened and how it's not my fault. I'm apologizing to mom for getting hurt. Mom is very calm about all this (guess past experience helps) and told the owner she appreciated her bringing me home.
I remember the next time I went to the stables the owner gave me a hard time. Telling me how nice my mom was about it all and how silly it looked with me apologizing for getting hurt. What can I say?
Now who doesn't think this woman should be made a saint?
And she really is a Saint to have put up with the antics of shorty and vw. As the oldest you would have thought I would have been the one to push her over the edge (Tink did occasionally - GRIN), but I just brought mice and snakes home. Whereas shorty and vw tried their best to give poor dear mom a bad rep.
Case #1: Shorty was riding her bike. She rode it down a hill she was told not to. Fell. Skinned up pretty badly, blood everywhere. So what does she do? She goes into the house crying (by the way mom had company) and saying "I didn't mean it mom. I'm so sorry."
Case #2: vw and the horse (okay sis, you were actually there so write it correctly)
I'll take it from here... I use to ride and teach horseback riding. There was one day when I was working with a new horse and it tried to jump the fence. Normally not a problem but on the other side of this fence was a very deep swale. Nope, not going to let the horse jump that one. Stubborn horse. I ended up having to bring it down to stop it. Down on my leg. Ouch. Well, I'm crying (it hurt), I'm trying to check out the horse, and then one of the stable owners comes over. She helps me make sure that the horse is ok and then offers to take me home. I start freaking. No No, I don't want mom to know I'm hurt. She explains there is no way I can ride my bike home considering how bad I'm limping.
I let her take me home. Now I'm really freaking. Mom comes out and the owner is telling her what happened and how it's not my fault. I'm apologizing to mom for getting hurt. Mom is very calm about all this (guess past experience helps) and told the owner she appreciated her bringing me home.
I remember the next time I went to the stables the owner gave me a hard time. Telling me how nice my mom was about it all and how silly it looked with me apologizing for getting hurt. What can I say?
Now who doesn't think this woman should be made a saint?
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Now What Do I Do?
We went to Home Depot a couple of weeks ago. My boys saw the 'seeds' that had the Veggie Tale characters on them. We ended up buying pumpkin seeds, pickle seeds and brocolli seeds. Imagine my surprise when they actually grew! The tray with the rock in it is the one Tater planted, the one without the rock is the one Tot planted. Here is Tater watering the plants with his sippy cup... the plastic stopper was removed so the water just poured out. (click to enlarge).
= = = = = =
= = = = = =
= = = = = =
Now what do I do? Guess it is time to figure out where to plant a garden. Sigh. Wonder if the squirrels, rabbits and other critters are going to get to it first?
= = = = = =
= = = = = =
= = = = = =
Now what do I do? Guess it is time to figure out where to plant a garden. Sigh. Wonder if the squirrels, rabbits and other critters are going to get to it first?
Now What Do I Do?
We went to Home Depot a couple of weeks ago. My boys saw the 'seeds' that had the Veggie Tale characters on them. We ended up buying pumpkin seeds, pickle seeds and brocolli seeds. Imagine my surprise when they actually grew! The tray with the rock in it is the one Tater planted, the one without the rock is the one Tot planted. Here is Tater watering the plants with his sippy cup... the plastic stopper was removed so the water just poured out. (click to enlarge).
= = = = = =
= = = = = =
= = = = = =
Now what do I do? Guess it is time to figure out where to plant a garden. Sigh. Wonder if the squirrels, rabbits and other critters are going to get to it first?
= = = = = =
= = = = = =
= = = = = =
Now what do I do? Guess it is time to figure out where to plant a garden. Sigh. Wonder if the squirrels, rabbits and other critters are going to get to it first?
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Green Cake
Sometimes I wonder what goes through my mind and out of my mouth. I told the boys we could make a green cake yesterday for St. Patrick's day. And they could help. Uhhhhhh. Now I had to find something we could make green. I decided I had all the ingredients for a Lemon pound cake. Let's just add green food coloring to it. Right?
Here they are mixing the ingredients for me:
= = = = = =
Here they are squeezing the lemon for me:
= = = = = =
I tried taking a picture of the cake, but it just doesn't come out the true weird coloring it is.
Nothing like eating a green cake and tasting lemon.n
Here they are mixing the ingredients for me:
= = = = = =
Here they are squeezing the lemon for me:
= = = = = =
I tried taking a picture of the cake, but it just doesn't come out the true weird coloring it is.
Nothing like eating a green cake and tasting lemon.n
Green Cake
Sometimes I wonder what goes through my mind and out of my mouth. I told the boys we could make a green cake yesterday for St. Patrick's day. And they could help. Uhhhhhh. Now I had to find something we could make green. I decided I had all the ingredients for a Lemon pound cake. Let's just add green food coloring to it. Right?
Here they are mixing the ingredients for me:
= = = = = =
Here they are squeezing the lemon for me:
= = = = = =
I tried taking a picture of the cake, but it just doesn't come out the true weird coloring it is.
Nothing like eating a green cake and tasting lemon.n
Here they are mixing the ingredients for me:
= = = = = =
Here they are squeezing the lemon for me:
= = = = = =
I tried taking a picture of the cake, but it just doesn't come out the true weird coloring it is.
Nothing like eating a green cake and tasting lemon.n
Airplane Humor
Some humor for the weekend. Real or not, these are funny. Some old, some new but all made me smile.
Don't have to be a pilot to appreciate these ....
Tower: "Delta 351, you have traffic at 10 o'clock, 6 miles!"
Delta 351: "Give us another hint! We have digital watches!"
*************************************************************************
Tower: "TWA 2341, for noise abatement turn right 45 Degrees."
TWA 2341: "Center, we are at 35,000 feet. How much noise can we make up here?"
Tower: "Sir, have you ever heard the noise a 747 makes when it hits a 727?"
*************************************************************************
From an unknown aircraft waiting in a very long takeoff queue: "I'm f . . ing bored!"
Ground Traffic Control: "Last aircraft transmitting, identify yourself immediately!"
Unknown aircraft: "I said I was f . . ing bored, not f . . . ing stupid!"
**************************************************************************
O'Hare Approach Control to a 747: "United 329 heavy, your traffic is a Fokker, one o'clock, three miles, Eastbound."
United 329: "Approach, I've always wanted to say this . . . . I've got the little Fokker in sight."
**************************************************************************
A student became lost during a solo cross-country flight. While attempting to locate the aircraft on radar,
ATC asked: "What was your last known position?"
Student: "When I was number one for takeoff."
**************************************************************************
A DC-10 had come in a little hot and thus had an exceedingly long roll out after touching down. San Jose Tower Noted: "American 751, make a hard right turn at the end of the runway, if you are able. If you are not able, take the Guadeloupe exit off Highway 101, make a right at the lights and return to the airport."
**************************************************************************
There's a story about the military pilot calling for a priority landing because his single-engine jet fighter was running "a bit peaked." Air Traffic Control told the fighter jock that he was number two, behind a B-52 that had one engine shut down.
"Ah," the fighter pilot remarked, "The dreaded seven-engine approach."
*************************************************************************
Tower: "Eastern 702, cleared for takeoff, contact Departure on frequency 124.7"
Eastern 702: "Tower, Eastern 702 switching to Departure. By the way,after we lifted off we saw some kind of dead animal on the far end of the runway."
Tower: "Continental 635, cleared for takeoff behind Eastern 702, contact Departure on frequency 124.7. Did you copy that report from Eastern 702?" BR
Continental 635: "Continental 635, cleared for takeoff, roger; and yes, we copied Eastern . . . we've already notified our caterers."
*************************************************************************
One day the pilot of a Cherokee 180 was told by the tower to hold short of the active runway while a DC-8 landed. The DC-8 landed, rolled out, turned around, and taxied back past the Cherokee. Some quick-witted comedian in the DC-8 crew got on the radio and said, "What a cute little plane. Did you make it all by yourself?" The Cherokee pilot, not about to let the insult go by, came back with a real zinger: "I made it out of DC-8 parts. Another landing like yours and I'll have enough parts for another one."
**************************************************************************
While taxiing at London's Gatwick Airport, the crew of a US Air flight departing for Ft. Lauderdale made a wrong turn and came nose to nose with a United 727. An irate female ground controller lashed out at the US Air crew, screaming: "US Air 2771, where the hell are you going?! I told you to turn right onto Charlie taxiway! You turned right on Delta! Stop right there. I know it's difficult for you to tell the difference between C and D, but get it right!"
Continuing her rage to the embarrassed crew, she was now shouting hysterically: "God! Now you've screwed everything up! It'll take forever to sort this out! You stay right there and don't move till I tell you to! You can expect progressive taxi instructions in about half an hour, and I want you to go exactly where I tell you, when I tell you, and how I tell you! You got that, US Air 2771?" "Yes, ma'am," the humbled crew responded.
Naturally, the ground control communications frequency fell terribly silent after the verbal bashing of US Air 2771. Nobody wanted to chance engaging the irate ground controller in her current state of mind. Tension in every cockpit out around Gatwick was definitely running high. Just then an unknown pilot broke the silence and keyed his microphone, asking: "Wasn't I married to you once?"
Don't have to be a pilot to appreciate these ....
Tower: "Delta 351, you have traffic at 10 o'clock, 6 miles!"
Delta 351: "Give us another hint! We have digital watches!"
*************************************************************************
Tower: "TWA 2341, for noise abatement turn right 45 Degrees."
TWA 2341: "Center, we are at 35,000 feet. How much noise can we make up here?"
Tower: "Sir, have you ever heard the noise a 747 makes when it hits a 727?"
*************************************************************************
From an unknown aircraft waiting in a very long takeoff queue: "I'm f . . ing bored!"
Ground Traffic Control: "Last aircraft transmitting, identify yourself immediately!"
Unknown aircraft: "I said I was f . . ing bored, not f . . . ing stupid!"
**************************************************************************
O'Hare Approach Control to a 747: "United 329 heavy, your traffic is a Fokker, one o'clock, three miles, Eastbound."
United 329: "Approach, I've always wanted to say this . . . . I've got the little Fokker in sight."
**************************************************************************
A student became lost during a solo cross-country flight. While attempting to locate the aircraft on radar,
ATC asked: "What was your last known position?"
Student: "When I was number one for takeoff."
**************************************************************************
A DC-10 had come in a little hot and thus had an exceedingly long roll out after touching down. San Jose Tower Noted: "American 751, make a hard right turn at the end of the runway, if you are able. If you are not able, take the Guadeloupe exit off Highway 101, make a right at the lights and return to the airport."
**************************************************************************
There's a story about the military pilot calling for a priority landing because his single-engine jet fighter was running "a bit peaked." Air Traffic Control told the fighter jock that he was number two, behind a B-52 that had one engine shut down.
"Ah," the fighter pilot remarked, "The dreaded seven-engine approach."
*************************************************************************
Tower: "Eastern 702, cleared for takeoff, contact Departure on frequency 124.7"
Eastern 702: "Tower, Eastern 702 switching to Departure. By the way,after we lifted off we saw some kind of dead animal on the far end of the runway."
Tower: "Continental 635, cleared for takeoff behind Eastern 702, contact Departure on frequency 124.7. Did you copy that report from Eastern 702?" BR
Continental 635: "Continental 635, cleared for takeoff, roger; and yes, we copied Eastern . . . we've already notified our caterers."
*************************************************************************
One day the pilot of a Cherokee 180 was told by the tower to hold short of the active runway while a DC-8 landed. The DC-8 landed, rolled out, turned around, and taxied back past the Cherokee. Some quick-witted comedian in the DC-8 crew got on the radio and said, "What a cute little plane. Did you make it all by yourself?" The Cherokee pilot, not about to let the insult go by, came back with a real zinger: "I made it out of DC-8 parts. Another landing like yours and I'll have enough parts for another one."
**************************************************************************
While taxiing at London's Gatwick Airport, the crew of a US Air flight departing for Ft. Lauderdale made a wrong turn and came nose to nose with a United 727. An irate female ground controller lashed out at the US Air crew, screaming: "US Air 2771, where the hell are you going?! I told you to turn right onto Charlie taxiway! You turned right on Delta! Stop right there. I know it's difficult for you to tell the difference between C and D, but get it right!"
Continuing her rage to the embarrassed crew, she was now shouting hysterically: "God! Now you've screwed everything up! It'll take forever to sort this out! You stay right there and don't move till I tell you to! You can expect progressive taxi instructions in about half an hour, and I want you to go exactly where I tell you, when I tell you, and how I tell you! You got that, US Air 2771?" "Yes, ma'am," the humbled crew responded.
Naturally, the ground control communications frequency fell terribly silent after the verbal bashing of US Air 2771. Nobody wanted to chance engaging the irate ground controller in her current state of mind. Tension in every cockpit out around Gatwick was definitely running high. Just then an unknown pilot broke the silence and keyed his microphone, asking: "Wasn't I married to you once?"
Airplane Humor
Some humor for the weekend. Real or not, these are funny. Some old, some new but all made me smile.
Don't have to be a pilot to appreciate these ....
Tower: "Delta 351, you have traffic at 10 o'clock, 6 miles!"
Delta 351: "Give us another hint! We have digital watches!"
*************************************************************************
Tower: "TWA 2341, for noise abatement turn right 45 Degrees."
TWA 2341: "Center, we are at 35,000 feet. How much noise can we make up here?"
Tower: "Sir, have you ever heard the noise a 747 makes when it hits a 727?"
*************************************************************************
From an unknown aircraft waiting in a very long takeoff queue: "I'm f . . ing bored!"
Ground Traffic Control: "Last aircraft transmitting, identify yourself immediately!"
Unknown aircraft: "I said I was f . . ing bored, not f . . . ing stupid!"
**************************************************************************
O'Hare Approach Control to a 747: "United 329 heavy, your traffic is a Fokker, one o'clock, three miles, Eastbound."
United 329: "Approach, I've always wanted to say this . . . . I've got the little Fokker in sight."
**************************************************************************
A student became lost during a solo cross-country flight. While attempting to locate the aircraft on radar,
ATC asked: "What was your last known position?"
Student: "When I was number one for takeoff."
**************************************************************************
A DC-10 had come in a little hot and thus had an exceedingly long roll out after touching down. San Jose Tower Noted: "American 751, make a hard right turn at the end of the runway, if you are able. If you are not able, take the Guadeloupe exit off Highway 101, make a right at the lights and return to the airport."
**************************************************************************
There's a story about the military pilot calling for a priority landing because his single-engine jet fighter was running "a bit peaked." Air Traffic Control told the fighter jock that he was number two, behind a B-52 that had one engine shut down.
"Ah," the fighter pilot remarked, "The dreaded seven-engine approach."
*************************************************************************
Tower: "Eastern 702, cleared for takeoff, contact Departure on frequency 124.7"
Eastern 702: "Tower, Eastern 702 switching to Departure. By the way,after we lifted off we saw some kind of dead animal on the far end of the runway."
Tower: "Continental 635, cleared for takeoff behind Eastern 702, contact Departure on frequency 124.7. Did you copy that report from Eastern 702?" BR
Continental 635: "Continental 635, cleared for takeoff, roger; and yes, we copied Eastern . . . we've already notified our caterers."
*************************************************************************
One day the pilot of a Cherokee 180 was told by the tower to hold short of the active runway while a DC-8 landed. The DC-8 landed, rolled out, turned around, and taxied back past the Cherokee. Some quick-witted comedian in the DC-8 crew got on the radio and said, "What a cute little plane. Did you make it all by yourself?" The Cherokee pilot, not about to let the insult go by, came back with a real zinger: "I made it out of DC-8 parts. Another landing like yours and I'll have enough parts for another one."
**************************************************************************
While taxiing at London's Gatwick Airport, the crew of a US Air flight departing for Ft. Lauderdale made a wrong turn and came nose to nose with a United 727. An irate female ground controller lashed out at the US Air crew, screaming: "US Air 2771, where the hell are you going?! I told you to turn right onto Charlie taxiway! You turned right on Delta! Stop right there. I know it's difficult for you to tell the difference between C and D, but get it right!"
Continuing her rage to the embarrassed crew, she was now shouting hysterically: "God! Now you've screwed everything up! It'll take forever to sort this out! You stay right there and don't move till I tell you to! You can expect progressive taxi instructions in about half an hour, and I want you to go exactly where I tell you, when I tell you, and how I tell you! You got that, US Air 2771?" "Yes, ma'am," the humbled crew responded.
Naturally, the ground control communications frequency fell terribly silent after the verbal bashing of US Air 2771. Nobody wanted to chance engaging the irate ground controller in her current state of mind. Tension in every cockpit out around Gatwick was definitely running high. Just then an unknown pilot broke the silence and keyed his microphone, asking: "Wasn't I married to you once?"
Don't have to be a pilot to appreciate these ....
Tower: "Delta 351, you have traffic at 10 o'clock, 6 miles!"
Delta 351: "Give us another hint! We have digital watches!"
*************************************************************************
Tower: "TWA 2341, for noise abatement turn right 45 Degrees."
TWA 2341: "Center, we are at 35,000 feet. How much noise can we make up here?"
Tower: "Sir, have you ever heard the noise a 747 makes when it hits a 727?"
*************************************************************************
From an unknown aircraft waiting in a very long takeoff queue: "I'm f . . ing bored!"
Ground Traffic Control: "Last aircraft transmitting, identify yourself immediately!"
Unknown aircraft: "I said I was f . . ing bored, not f . . . ing stupid!"
**************************************************************************
O'Hare Approach Control to a 747: "United 329 heavy, your traffic is a Fokker, one o'clock, three miles, Eastbound."
United 329: "Approach, I've always wanted to say this . . . . I've got the little Fokker in sight."
**************************************************************************
A student became lost during a solo cross-country flight. While attempting to locate the aircraft on radar,
ATC asked: "What was your last known position?"
Student: "When I was number one for takeoff."
**************************************************************************
A DC-10 had come in a little hot and thus had an exceedingly long roll out after touching down. San Jose Tower Noted: "American 751, make a hard right turn at the end of the runway, if you are able. If you are not able, take the Guadeloupe exit off Highway 101, make a right at the lights and return to the airport."
**************************************************************************
There's a story about the military pilot calling for a priority landing because his single-engine jet fighter was running "a bit peaked." Air Traffic Control told the fighter jock that he was number two, behind a B-52 that had one engine shut down.
"Ah," the fighter pilot remarked, "The dreaded seven-engine approach."
*************************************************************************
Tower: "Eastern 702, cleared for takeoff, contact Departure on frequency 124.7"
Eastern 702: "Tower, Eastern 702 switching to Departure. By the way,after we lifted off we saw some kind of dead animal on the far end of the runway."
Tower: "Continental 635, cleared for takeoff behind Eastern 702, contact Departure on frequency 124.7. Did you copy that report from Eastern 702?" BR
Continental 635: "Continental 635, cleared for takeoff, roger; and yes, we copied Eastern . . . we've already notified our caterers."
*************************************************************************
One day the pilot of a Cherokee 180 was told by the tower to hold short of the active runway while a DC-8 landed. The DC-8 landed, rolled out, turned around, and taxied back past the Cherokee. Some quick-witted comedian in the DC-8 crew got on the radio and said, "What a cute little plane. Did you make it all by yourself?" The Cherokee pilot, not about to let the insult go by, came back with a real zinger: "I made it out of DC-8 parts. Another landing like yours and I'll have enough parts for another one."
**************************************************************************
While taxiing at London's Gatwick Airport, the crew of a US Air flight departing for Ft. Lauderdale made a wrong turn and came nose to nose with a United 727. An irate female ground controller lashed out at the US Air crew, screaming: "US Air 2771, where the hell are you going?! I told you to turn right onto Charlie taxiway! You turned right on Delta! Stop right there. I know it's difficult for you to tell the difference between C and D, but get it right!"
Continuing her rage to the embarrassed crew, she was now shouting hysterically: "God! Now you've screwed everything up! It'll take forever to sort this out! You stay right there and don't move till I tell you to! You can expect progressive taxi instructions in about half an hour, and I want you to go exactly where I tell you, when I tell you, and how I tell you! You got that, US Air 2771?" "Yes, ma'am," the humbled crew responded.
Naturally, the ground control communications frequency fell terribly silent after the verbal bashing of US Air 2771. Nobody wanted to chance engaging the irate ground controller in her current state of mind. Tension in every cockpit out around Gatwick was definitely running high. Just then an unknown pilot broke the silence and keyed his microphone, asking: "Wasn't I married to you once?"
Friday, March 17, 2006
GrannyLu's Birthday
Was over checking out GuyK's post at Charming Just Charming and found THIS POST. I thought it was great that an 84 year old woman was blogging. So go HERE and wish her a happy birthday. I hope I'm still blogging when I'm 84.
GrannyLu's Birthday
Was over checking out GuyK's post at Charming Just Charming and found THIS POST. I thought it was great that an 84 year old woman was blogging. So go HERE and wish her a happy birthday. I hope I'm still blogging when I'm 84.
Watch Out World
NOTE: Must remember to change it from Draft to Publish ... was an early morning!
Watch out world when you get three very similar women together. Smart, professionals, and the mother of boys. (and yes Sticks, being able to drive a loader or digger is professional!). That's right, Bou, Sticks and I got together for a while.
In fact, Sticks had me laughing so hard while she was here. Talking about not having any blog fodder then telling me about the french fry up the nose. Or the one where her dog gives her son a bloody nose. Nope, I'm not going to tell them here... you will just have to convince her to tell you on her blog.
But I loved when she tried to take pictures of my boys... this you just gotta see... (click to enlarge)
= = = =
Watch out world when you get three very similar women together. Smart, professionals, and the mother of boys. (and yes Sticks, being able to drive a loader or digger is professional!). That's right, Bou, Sticks and I got together for a while.
In fact, Sticks had me laughing so hard while she was here. Talking about not having any blog fodder then telling me about the french fry up the nose. Or the one where her dog gives her son a bloody nose. Nope, I'm not going to tell them here... you will just have to convince her to tell you on her blog.
But I loved when she tried to take pictures of my boys... this you just gotta see... (click to enlarge)
= = = =
Watch Out World
NOTE: Must remember to change it from Draft to Publish ... was an early morning!
Watch out world when you get three very similar women together. Smart, professionals, and the mother of boys. (and yes Sticks, being able to drive a loader or digger is professional!). That's right, Bou, Sticks and I got together for a while.
In fact, Sticks had me laughing so hard while she was here. Talking about not having any blog fodder then telling me about the french fry up the nose. Or the one where her dog gives her son a bloody nose. Nope, I'm not going to tell them here... you will just have to convince her to tell you on her blog.
But I loved when she tried to take pictures of my boys... this you just gotta see... (click to enlarge)
= = = =
Watch out world when you get three very similar women together. Smart, professionals, and the mother of boys. (and yes Sticks, being able to drive a loader or digger is professional!). That's right, Bou, Sticks and I got together for a while.
In fact, Sticks had me laughing so hard while she was here. Talking about not having any blog fodder then telling me about the french fry up the nose. Or the one where her dog gives her son a bloody nose. Nope, I'm not going to tell them here... you will just have to convince her to tell you on her blog.
But I loved when she tried to take pictures of my boys... this you just gotta see... (click to enlarge)
= = = =
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)