Showing posts with label funny but painful stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label funny but painful stuff. Show all posts
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Mousetrapped
I freely admit that one point of THIS post was just to have 31 posts for the 31days of January......but it IS a funny video.
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Friday, January 22, 2010
Friday, August 29, 2008
Who Knew?
Thank God for Jezebel.
Because if we didn't know any better, we'd assume that high heels just gave you painful arches, bunions, hammer toes and other foot problems. But no, it turns out that post-partum fitness...ummm..."down there" is contingent on tripping around in those high-high-HIGH four-inch spikes. Well, Tyra says so, and if Tyra says it, it must be so!
If I'd only known: think of the fun Mojo would have had biking to work in her Meliani pumps. Mrrrrowr!
(Honestly. And we wonder why after the past eight years McSame is in a dead heat with, regardless of what you think about "Change" and the relative virtues of the candidate involved, the man who represents the only current opportunity to put the GOP slime machine back in it's box. Sigh...)

Because if we didn't know any better, we'd assume that high heels just gave you painful arches, bunions, hammer toes and other foot problems. But no, it turns out that post-partum fitness...ummm..."down there" is contingent on tripping around in those high-high-HIGH four-inch spikes. Well, Tyra says so, and if Tyra says it, it must be so!
If I'd only known: think of the fun Mojo would have had biking to work in her Meliani pumps. Mrrrrowr!
(Honestly. And we wonder why after the past eight years McSame is in a dead heat with, regardless of what you think about "Change" and the relative virtues of the candidate involved, the man who represents the only current opportunity to put the GOP slime machine back in it's box. Sigh...)
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
When Cannons Attack
This is when you get a "U" (for "untrained") on the collective task "load and fire cannon" portion of your METL.Let me be the first to say that one thing your Number 1 man is supposed to know is that you always stay out from behind the breech! Better a broken arm than a crushed sternum.
However, as sergeants and parents both know, there are some people you can tell and tell things to and the only way they learn them is to do the opposite and then the Bad Thing happens to them. The chagrined survivor, at that point, believes you.
It's a hard way to learn, but then, there are some people who only learn the hard way. I was one; my son is another. Life is not kind to us. But Life is neither inherantly kind nor cruel; it simply is, and as we are so we find it. I don't wish my own path on my son; much of it was difficult, embarassing or painful and much of that was my own fault. I can guide, I can explain, I can caution, I can try and prevent. But try as I might, I cannot divert the Wheel from his shoulders. And some day, as this poor young troop found, he may find himself hurled backwards with the hot, hard imprint of the breechblock in his chest thinking as the world flies past him in reverse:
"What the fu...!?"
I just hope he can get up, a wiser if less comfortable young man.
However, as sergeants and parents both know, there are some people you can tell and tell things to and the only way they learn them is to do the opposite and then the Bad Thing happens to them. The chagrined survivor, at that point, believes you.
It's a hard way to learn, but then, there are some people who only learn the hard way. I was one; my son is another. Life is not kind to us. But Life is neither inherantly kind nor cruel; it simply is, and as we are so we find it. I don't wish my own path on my son; much of it was difficult, embarassing or painful and much of that was my own fault. I can guide, I can explain, I can caution, I can try and prevent. But try as I might, I cannot divert the Wheel from his shoulders. And some day, as this poor young troop found, he may find himself hurled backwards with the hot, hard imprint of the breechblock in his chest thinking as the world flies past him in reverse:
"What the fu...!?"
I just hope he can get up, a wiser if less comfortable young man.
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artillery,
funny but painful stuff,
oopsie
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