Clinically Depressed Poodle Mauls Former French President Chirac
Former French President Jacques Chirac was rushed to a hospital after being mauled by his pet dog who is being treated for depression, in a dramatic incident that rattled the ex-president’s wife.
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,481426,00.html
I just don’t have enough imagination to come up with better stories than what the media provides.
I saw the previews for next week’s Rachel Zoe Project and I know who I would pick between Taylor and Brad. Definitely not Taylor…
An American Carol
Only because Trace Adkins will be the Spirit of Christmas Future. I love that man.
I bought this house two years ago. It was built in 1923 and we are the third family to live in it. WT and I have both had little experiences that make us think it could be haunted so I have been trying to find info about the first family who lived here. I know their last name and that they had a daughter who never married and apparently lived out her life here.
During the last year I got their names but really nothing else. Tonight I found a cemetary record of them. The father was born exactly 100 years to the day to when I was born. That is weird.
It drives me batty when fairly intelligent people ask for help that is answered by a simple Google search. I’m talking people who seem like they can use the internet.
Glad I’m not the only one.
Ok I’m boycotting anything to do with political conventions. What a waste of money & time!!
So in response, I found some interesting bull to fill in the gap.
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,410284,00.html
Somehow, cattle seem to know how to find north and south, say researchers who studied satellite photos of thousands of cows around the world.
Most cattle that were grazing or resting tended to align their bodies in a north-south direction, a team of German and Czech researchers reports in Tuesday’s issue of Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences.
And the finding held true regardless of what continent the cattle were on, according to the study led by Hynek Burda and Sabine Begall of the faculty of biology at the University of Duisburg-Essen in Germany.
Ok, I’m not in NYC but I always liked that Bay City Rollers song (a really obscure song reference and surprisingly a hard song to find to download-yet another one I lost in the computer crash).
But it is rainy. I love rain. I sat out on the front porch tonight and listened to incredibly long rumbling thunder. It was a huge surprise to me that some people live in areas where they don’t get loud thunder and blinding lightning. We sometimes get gentle rain but usually there is so much energy associated with storms around here. The X and I (pre-kids) would go out and drive around the front edge of storms. We weren’t true storm chasers but we did seek out the exciting storms. We knew a great cliff and we would often go there to watch the storms push through, especially if there was spectular lightning displays.
Tonight I found a lot of peace in the thunder and lightning. There was a beauty in the deep rumble of the thunder that just rolled and rolled. Finally the rain came in, light at first. It was relaxing to listen to it hit the large magnolia leaves and see the drops on the leaves of my porch plants.
I just wish the storm had stayed that active until I went to bed. I do sleep better during great thunderstorms.
I’m impatient (yes I can hear the no duh’s from Sportziemom). I don’t do waiting games. I like for life to move along. It has to do with my need to be in control and waiting is not something control freaks do well. I like to have action plan, to see things happening.
I tried once with the people I worked with to organize a group of control freaks, a Control Freak Anonymous group. Unfortunately we all set up our own meetings and agendas and nothing got done.
The Florida Times-Union
August 3, 2008
Man dials 911 for sandwich emergency
By Paul Pinkham,
The Times-Union
A hankering for special sauce at his neighborhood Subway led a Jacksonville man to dial 911 – twice – after the sauce was left off his spicy Italian sandwich.
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Reginald Peterson, 42, told officers he called the emergency number so he could have his subs made correctly, according to a police report. A few minutes later, he dialed 911 again to complain the police weren’t arriving fast enough.
Peterson walked into the Arlington sandwich shop about 7:45 p.m. Thursday and ordered two subs – a spicy Italian with everything and a chicken breast. When he discovered the spicy Italian didn’t have sauce, he demanded that it be corrected, according to a police report.
Employees told police the burly construction worker became belligerent while a sandwichmaker was working on his order, then went outside to call 911 “so that the police could have his sandwich made to his specifications,” the report said.
“We put everything that he asked for on it, and he comes back hollering at everyone,” said one employee, who wouldn’t give her name because of company policy. “He was mad because we didn’t put any sauces on it.”
The store manager was so alarmed that he locked the store while Peterson was outside and called police himself, using a non-emergency number.
When officers showed up, they said, they attempted to calm Peterson and explain the proper use of 911. Those efforts failed, and he was arrested on a charge of making false 911 calls. He has prior convictions for burglary, battery and disorderly intoxication.
He couldn’t be located Saturday for comment .
As for the sandwiches, Peterson instructed officers to throw them in the garbage.
paul.pinkham@jacksonville.com, (904) 359-41
Me? I was getting pregnant. It is the same old story, teenage girl comes home from church camp, missing her boyfriend. So they go out on a date, go back to the toolshed he has converted to a bedroom and the condom breaks.
I remember just knowing I was pregnant. I never had a doubt. The next day I helped my parents move into their new house (just like I did yesterday, yes beautiful symmetry) and a couple weeks later I was off to a good little Baptist university to attempt to be a female youth minister. Of course the Baptists explained how I would never earn enough working with youth to pay for my college education and they were really pissed finding out I was pregnant.
When I was about 11 weeks along, I miscarried the baby. Just like I knew when I was pregnant, I knew the instant the baby was gone. The X and I still got married in November. But you have to wonder what life would have been like if that moment, 24 years ago hadn’t happened. We were planning on marrying after I went to college. Lots of high school sweethearts make that vow and it never happens. Perhaps that would have been our story. Instead when I told him I was definitely pregnant, we started talking about our marriage. He never asked me to marry him. I always let that bother me, that perhaps he never felt he had a choice about marrying me.
He just called. Of course he doesn’t remember what this is the anniversary of. We are having high winds and he called to check on me and the kids. But it was on my mind what today was for us and hearing his voice made the anniversary that little bit harder.
I can’t regret my life with him because I would have to regret my children. I’m sure if I had married some other great guy, I would have had amazing kids also (I have great genetics, I can only spawn fantastic kids of course). But how different life might have been if we had just had a little different luck 24 years ago.
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