How does one know when enough is enough? One has to have had too much, and too little (to compare), too many times. Contemplate that one.
Oh, and feed the fish - just click in the square.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Some Things are Too Funny Not to Repost
From the "stranger than fiction" file (with my highlighting).
Cops: Troy man fires gun after finding another man in bed with wife
Cops: Troy man fires gun after finding another man in bed with wife
5:44 PM, Jun. 9, 2011
A Troy man is accused of firing a gunshot at a man he found in bed with his wife early Wednesday, after the woman met the stranger on a late-night bike ride, police said.
Troy police say the 30-year-old mother of five children, ages 1-14, went for a bike ride at 4 a.m. Wednesday. She met a 30-year-old man walking down the street and invited the man back to her house for sex, reports said.
The man agreed, and they fell asleep afterward, police said. The husband returned at 5 a.m. and discovered the stranger in his bed, according to reports.
A confrontation ensued, and the husband retrieved his .45-caliber handgun, reports said. The stranger ran from the home in his underwear, leaving his cell phone, wallet and identification behind.
The husband chased him as he ran, firing one shot in the process, police said. The bullet struck the kitchen wall and ended up in a cupboard.
The other man escaped, but police later located and questioned him, reports said. The investigation is continuing.
Ed. Note: I have a feeling this was "pay back time." I think the wife didn't like hubby's late night antics so decided to turn the tables on him.
The man agreed, and they fell asleep afterward, police said. The husband returned at 5 a.m. and discovered the stranger in his bed, according to reports.
A confrontation ensued, and the husband retrieved his .45-caliber handgun, reports said. The stranger ran from the home in his underwear, leaving his cell phone, wallet and identification behind.
The husband chased him as he ran, firing one shot in the process, police said. The bullet struck the kitchen wall and ended up in a cupboard.
The other man escaped, but police later located and questioned him, reports said. The investigation is continuing.
Ed. Note: I have a feeling this was "pay back time." I think the wife didn't like hubby's late night antics so decided to turn the tables on him.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Would You Like to BOF?
Credit 1st to my friend Yvette as this was her tale last night. I just found it so funny I'm sharing it with a wider audience.
Yvette has been going to a conference in which they are using a networking idea called "Birds of a Feather." Attendees list their interests and are grouped together at meals/breaks so that those with similar interests have an icebreaker for conversation.
Good idea so far.
The attractive female organizer of "Birds of a Feather" is very enamoured of the concept. So much so that she uses acronyms and is assuming everyone is as enmeshed in the program as she is. Now, the spelling may be missing an "F" but when spoken by an attractive female over the speakers, there can be a more amusing interpretation to her suggestions:
"Let's all BOF!"
"Does anyone want to BOF?"
"We will be BOFing at the end of the day today!"
Yvette has been going to a conference in which they are using a networking idea called "Birds of a Feather." Attendees list their interests and are grouped together at meals/breaks so that those with similar interests have an icebreaker for conversation.
Good idea so far.
The attractive female organizer of "Birds of a Feather" is very enamoured of the concept. So much so that she uses acronyms and is assuming everyone is as enmeshed in the program as she is. Now, the spelling may be missing an "F" but when spoken by an attractive female over the speakers, there can be a more amusing interpretation to her suggestions:
"Let's all BOF!"
"Does anyone want to BOF?"
"We will be BOFing at the end of the day today!"
Monday, June 13, 2011
A Fitting End for Mr. Edisons
Way back yonder (ok, Jan. 2010) I wrote about how my now former boss was so enamored of the little Thomas Edison busts he used to give out in management meetings that he was shocked that an employee didn't take her statues when she left the company, even though he had fired her!
I wrote then that I thought best to keep my 6 "Eddies" displayed proudly in my office even though the company no longer gave them out and few people knew what they were for (umm, can you say turnover?).
After I left the dysfunctional place earlier this year, I had those damn heads sitting on my dining room table as I decided a just fate.
Sell them? Nah, too much effort.
Trash? No, they needed a punishment to suit the crime.
Shoot them? Why, yes.
While I originally thought I'd bring them to a range and blast their little plaster faces away; another, perhaps more fitting end presented itself. They are now part of an outdoor paintball shooting range! Yes, rotting away while facing daily assault.
Rather fitting.
Pics to come if I get back out there to capture the indignity of it all.
I wrote then that I thought best to keep my 6 "Eddies" displayed proudly in my office even though the company no longer gave them out and few people knew what they were for (umm, can you say turnover?).
After I left the dysfunctional place earlier this year, I had those damn heads sitting on my dining room table as I decided a just fate.
Sell them? Nah, too much effort.
Trash? No, they needed a punishment to suit the crime.
Shoot them? Why, yes.
While I originally thought I'd bring them to a range and blast their little plaster faces away; another, perhaps more fitting end presented itself. They are now part of an outdoor paintball shooting range! Yes, rotting away while facing daily assault.
Rather fitting.
Pics to come if I get back out there to capture the indignity of it all.
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