Friday, July 27, 2012
National Bagpipe Appreciation Day
Personally, I find the bagpipes to be both soothing and energizing depending on the tempo. My iTunes has a large selection devoted to this instrument in my Bedtime and Celtic Energy play lists.
Of course bagpipes are also a wonderful way of torturing my coworkers! Once they even proved effective "punishment" after my assistant played a prank on me. I jokingly made her listen to bagpipes for the last 20 minutes of the day. She was less than thrilled, but we still laugh about it.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
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Thursday, July 19, 2012
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Chuckle for the Day - Tatoo Locations
Luv the princess reference! I agree 99% with the red zone. My tatoos are on my face, but I still have a job that pays taxes
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Why Does My Dog... Sleep Belly Up? - Vetstreet
Why Does My Dog... Sleep Belly Up? - Vetstreet
There are no solid stats to reflect the incidence of dogs willing to sleep belly up, but an informal survey of the dog owners you know will probably reveal something like this: 5 to 10 percent of pet dogs sleep with their bellies bared on a fairly regular basis.
But these squishy stats are for pets only. Perhaps not surprisingly, sleeping belly up is not a common behavior among wild canids. Their greater security concerns are likely responsible for an unwillingness to bare all. After all, to offer up one’s soft underbelly when you’re already at your most defenseless is not exactly in a predator’s best interest –– much less in his nature.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
A Sweet Lesson on Patience - Grab a tissue!
A NYC Taxi driver wrote:
I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
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