Njoy This Trip

The IcanHasCheezBurger.com website will probably be one of my favorites… FOREVER.
Here are a few reasons why:

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I, personally, am not a drinker and I happen to loathe vodka so I loved finding this article on some OTHER uses for Vodka. I am one of those people who happens to be very allergic to poison ivy as well so it looks like I’ll have to start carrying a small bottle of vodka around… just in case!

Click here to read “10 weird uses for Vodka”

I know this is an old one, but it still makes me chuckle: 

An old Italian Mafia “Don” is dying and he calls his grandson to his bed.
“Lissin-a me.  I wanna for you to taka my chrome plated 38 revolver so you always remember me.”
“But grandpa, I really don’t lika guns.  Howz about you leava me your Rolex watch instead?”
“Shuddup an’a lissin.  Somma day you gonna runna da business.  You gonna have a beautifula wife, lotsa money, a bigga home and maybe a couple a bambinos.  Somma day you gonna comma home and maybe find your wife inna bed with another man.  Whadda you gonna do then …  Pointa to you watch and say, “Times up?”

On a lighter note, here is humorous blog post about a man who buckled up his BEER instead of his 5-yr-old son. Thanks, MomLogic!

Man Confuses Beer with Son

This post is just a rant so you can stop reading right now if you choose. I just wanna be fair and tell you that I’m really just complaining at this point. So here we go:

Forty-year-old female store owners RUNNING to the landlady accusing Shop “X” of carrying items that they carry… when Shop “X” CARRIED THEM FIRST. Shop “X” SAW the new shops carrying a few of “their” items when they were setting up, but did Shop “X” run to the phone to complain to the landlady that THEY already had those items and that NEW stores had better take them down? I don’t THINK so. Because that is pathetic. We’re talking $10 items here. But I guess Shop “X” should have done that. Because now Shop “X” has been accused of *adding* items that they have carried FOR 2 YEARS now. And ironically, Shop “X” is one of the FEW shops in town that actually takes steps NOT to carry items that stores nearby carry so as to not “step on anyone’s toes”… and these newbie shop owners come in accusing shop “X” of doing exactly that. How rich. Shop “X” is one of only a handful of shops that actually HAVE morals and respect for the other shop owners, who constantly refers business to their fellow shop owners and who believes there is room for everybody in town. There is even one particular shop in town who looks at Shop X’s items, contacts their vendors and then starts selling the very same items. Talk about unimaginitive and pathetic, right? But does Shop “X” go whine, bitch and moan about them? No. Why? Because who really cares? Like I said, there’s enough room in town for everyone.

But what really gets me the most is why these 40-year-old women shop owners don’t simply stop by Shop X to talk about it first. How freakin hard is THAT?  Are they so cowardly they are afraid to speak their mind? If they had stopped by Shop X they would have found out that Shop X would gladly sell out of whatever items they had a problem with because Shop X knows there are thousands of items to sell. But no, these 40-yr-old “adults” go running to the landlord to complain. C’mon people. Certainly if there was a rift going on where neither store would budge, I could see contacting the landlord to step in.  But to not even TRY to approach the subject with Shop X first? What, is this high school all over again? Aren’t we all grown-ups here?

Well, I guess some of us are.

Thanks for letting me vent, folks. Glad I got that out!

Until you have kids, you can’t fully appreciate this cartoon! You can IMAGINE but you can’t truly appreciate it! =)

clipped from www.rd.com

This is amazing! I love it!
I am not a swimmer nor a diver (although I would like to be) but lemme tell ya, this underwater cemetery is just toooo cool! I’d LOVE to be buried there! I can only think of one or two friends who dive so my visitors would be few, but it just looks so amazing.  Makes me want to learn to dive so I can check it out. I’ll be sure to put that on my “Things To Do Before I Die” list.

clipped from www.physorg.com Artificial reef near Miami is cemetery, diving attraction By LISA ORKIN EMMANUEL, Associated Press Writer   A pair of porkfish and sergeant major fish swim near a section of the Neptune Memorial Reef 45 feet under the surface Tuesday, April 29, 2008, 3.25 miles off the coast of Key Biscayne, Fla. Creators of the reef hope it will become a memorial for the dead and a diving site. Instead of a burial funeral, people can pay to have their remains placed in one the reef’s structures after their death. (AP Photo/Wilfredo Lee) (AP) — About 45 feet beneath the ocean’s surface lies a cemetery with gates, pathways, plaques and even benches. The Neptune Memorial Reef, which opened last fall, is seen by its creators as a perfect final resting spot for those who loved the sea. They hope that one day the reef will cover 16 acres and have room for 125,000 remains.

Ok, I know this is probably ridiculous to most but something quite amazing happened in my life a few days ago that I just had to share.

SHE folded MY clothes.

SHE! The 7-yr-old folded *my* clothes! Out of the dryer. Fresh. Dried. FOLDED. And they were MINE!

After 4 1/2 years of washing, drying and folding HER clothes, my 7-yr-old folded MY clothes! AMAZING! What a moment! I couldn’t believe it. It was morning time and I had just gotten out of the shower. I casually mentioned to my 7-yr-old that I had forgotten to grab a pair of socks. She then gleefully piped up, “Do you want MEEE to get you a pair?!!?” I sort of crumpled my brow thinking, “SHE is going to get ME a pair of socks? I don’t get it. I get HER socks every morning when she forgets to grab a pair (which is most mornings).” And then she said it, “I’ll get you a pair because I know where they are because *I* folded them for you yesterday!” And she happily skipped off to to our laundry area get them… While I tried my best NOT to pass out. The day had come.

THE day. The day I just presumed would never come. The day that SHE would fold MY clothes.

Amazing.

Parenting is indeed full of joyful surprises.