Oh, adventures with Bubba are never dull. It's fun for a tween boy if...
1. You can make $40 moving boxes with Dad before 9AM. Dahey and Bubba were helping a friend (along with some big, burly guys Dahey works with) clean out his house and move.
2. You can laugh hysterically at the talking birthday cards in the store.
3. You get to hang out with one of your buddies (and 12 other boys from school) at the local laser tag adventure place, shoot hoops, and generally act silly.
4. You get pizza and you convince your mother to take you to a place that still may have an old fashioned cake donut at 6PM. (and it's not the local donut shop seen on TV either, 'cause they closed at noon).
My weekends are never dull.
Showing posts with label silly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label silly. Show all posts
Saturday, May 31, 2014
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Happy Mother's Day
Here in the US we are celebrating mothers. Enjoy this stream-of-consciousness song wherever you are!
I raise my glass (of Merlot right now...) to you wherever you are!
Mom, I miss you so much!
I raise my glass (of Merlot right now...) to you wherever you are!
Mom, I miss you so much!
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Gotta love the pharmacist
The Cynical Pharmacist, that is. I follow him on Facebook, and I enjoy many a rant, er, post about the vagaries of serving the public from behind the counter.
This post was there today (see below). Since I deal with specialists regularly in the SU, it was quite entertaining. Unfortunately, the infectious disease, renal and transplant folks were left out. Sorry docs! (I love you, but many folks never know you exist until they get superbugs, bad kidneys or need a liver).
CP, I am thankful you are here. Here in RehabLand, we love our pharmacy folks. They are the only ones with a sense of humor as macabre as ours.
Enjoy!
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Thanks to Shiraz for sharing...
The American Medical Association has weighed in on Obama's new health care package.
The Allergists were in favor of scratching it, but the Dermatologists advised not to make any rash moves.
The Gastroenterologists had sort of a gut feeling about it, but the Neurologists thought the Administration had a lot of nerve.
Meanwhile, Obstetricians felt certain everyone was laboring under a misconception, while the Ophthalmologists considered the idea shortsighted.
Pathologists yelled, "Over my dead body!" while the Pediatricians said, "Oh, grow up!"
The Psychiatrists thought the whole idea was madness, while the Radiologists could see right through it.
Surgeons decided to wash their hands of the whole thing and the Internists claimed it would indeed be a bitter pill to swallow.
The Plastic Surgeons opined that this proposal would "put a whole new face on the matter."
The Podiatrists thought it was a step forward, but the Urologists were pissed off at the whole idea.
Anesthesiologists thought the entire idea was a gas, and those lofty Cardiologists didn't have the heart to say no.
In the end, the Proctologists won out, leaving the entire decision up to the assholes in Washington.
This post was there today (see below). Since I deal with specialists regularly in the SU, it was quite entertaining. Unfortunately, the infectious disease, renal and transplant folks were left out. Sorry docs! (I love you, but many folks never know you exist until they get superbugs, bad kidneys or need a liver).
CP, I am thankful you are here. Here in RehabLand, we love our pharmacy folks. They are the only ones with a sense of humor as macabre as ours.
Enjoy!
=======================================================================
Thanks to Shiraz for sharing...
The American Medical Association has weighed in on Obama's new health care package.
The Allergists were in favor of scratching it, but the Dermatologists advised not to make any rash moves.
The Gastroenterologists had sort of a gut feeling about it, but the Neurologists thought the Administration had a lot of nerve.
Meanwhile, Obstetricians felt certain everyone was laboring under a misconception, while the Ophthalmologists considered the idea shortsighted.
Pathologists yelled, "Over my dead body!" while the Pediatricians said, "Oh, grow up!"
The Psychiatrists thought the whole idea was madness, while the Radiologists could see right through it.
Surgeons decided to wash their hands of the whole thing and the Internists claimed it would indeed be a bitter pill to swallow.
The Plastic Surgeons opined that this proposal would "put a whole new face on the matter."
The Podiatrists thought it was a step forward, but the Urologists were pissed off at the whole idea.
Anesthesiologists thought the entire idea was a gas, and those lofty Cardiologists didn't have the heart to say no.
In the end, the Proctologists won out, leaving the entire decision up to the assholes in Washington.
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Uncle Buck
Uncle Buck was my mother's brother. He was the youngest boy. He was always cracking a joke and acting silly.
As a kid, he scared me. Eventually, I got used to Uncle Buck's shenanigans, and I hung around with his kids. They were all nice to me.
My grandmother used to always talk about when Uncle Buck was in the Army. He was a cook stationed in Korea in winter. It was so cold, if you cried, your tears would freeze as one old character at work told me one day.
One of Uncle Buck's favorite care package items was Brooks Catsup. Uncle Buck swore it could make anything, including powdered eggs, taste better.
Another thing Uncle Buck loved (probably went well with catsup) was Spam. I'm wondering what he would think know if he knew folks like him caused it to be so popular this time of year in Korea.
Uncle Buck died over a decade ago. I still think of him every time I think of care packages, though.
Overall, it's just another reminder that the little things often mean the most.
Stay tuned...
As a kid, he scared me. Eventually, I got used to Uncle Buck's shenanigans, and I hung around with his kids. They were all nice to me.
My grandmother used to always talk about when Uncle Buck was in the Army. He was a cook stationed in Korea in winter. It was so cold, if you cried, your tears would freeze as one old character at work told me one day.
One of Uncle Buck's favorite care package items was Brooks Catsup. Uncle Buck swore it could make anything, including powdered eggs, taste better.
Another thing Uncle Buck loved (probably went well with catsup) was Spam. I'm wondering what he would think know if he knew folks like him caused it to be so popular this time of year in Korea.
Uncle Buck died over a decade ago. I still think of him every time I think of care packages, though.
Overall, it's just another reminder that the little things often mean the most.
Stay tuned...
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Friday, May 16, 2008
Nuggets for May 16
Here are a few interesting and silly tidbits I've found on the internet and in some of my favorite blogs. Enjoy the ride!
In the rehab and sports category:
Disclaimer: I love reading the New York Times. I've been a reader since the 1980s (yes, I'm dating myself!) when I discovered it in my high school library. I'd read the Sunday Magazine from cover to cover each week.
I particularly enjoyed this story about wheelchair racers called A blur of hands, spokes and determination (from www.nytimes.com)
As a spinal cord rehab nurse, I'm always thinking about what Dr. V. used to say about wheelchair athletes and clothespins...that some athletes use them to increase their blood pressure during events.
Some fun and some sobering facts:
JustCallMeJo of Sinus Arrhythmia, an escaped from rehab to ICU nurse, has had some great posts of late. Here are two of my favorites:
The fun:
...and then there are good days (about the patients you enjoy)
The sobering:
If you haven't seen this you need to discusses medical triage and what might happen in here in a pandemic or other mass casualty situation.
For silly stuff:
In the e-mailed joke category, DisappearingJohn has a good one this week. Let's just call it...
Going to third grade.
In the rehab and sports category:
Disclaimer: I love reading the New York Times. I've been a reader since the 1980s (yes, I'm dating myself!) when I discovered it in my high school library. I'd read the Sunday Magazine from cover to cover each week.
I particularly enjoyed this story about wheelchair racers called A blur of hands, spokes and determination (from www.nytimes.com)
As a spinal cord rehab nurse, I'm always thinking about what Dr. V. used to say about wheelchair athletes and clothespins...that some athletes use them to increase their blood pressure during events.
Some fun and some sobering facts:
JustCallMeJo of Sinus Arrhythmia, an escaped from rehab to ICU nurse, has had some great posts of late. Here are two of my favorites:
The fun:
...and then there are good days (about the patients you enjoy)
The sobering:
If you haven't seen this you need to discusses medical triage and what might happen in here in a pandemic or other mass casualty situation.
For silly stuff:
In the e-mailed joke category, DisappearingJohn has a good one this week. Let's just call it...
Going to third grade.
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