MERRY CHRISTMAS OR IS IT?
I have been rather ambivalent about this fast approaching Christmas. I have not finished decorating my house for Christmas. I look toward Christmas with some apprehension and should I say it, dread. I, with immense help from my hubby, as I had no ideas whatsoever what to get for anyone, purchased one gift for each adult in the family, and some a second gift, and I have wrapped them all, but I am still not in the mood for Christmas. We purchased several gifts for our one and currently only grandchild, and I have wrapped them all, but even the anticipation of Samantha's delight in her presents has not brightened my mood. I have played Christmas music on the car radio and the house radio, and marveled in the amount of snow we have on the ground this year. Most recent years it has been pretty dry up to Christmas, which always dampens my mood, but this year with the snow, instead of fostering a Christmas spirit, the snow has done nothing except be a nuisance. I even watched for about the 40th time, How the Grinch Stole Christmas the cartoon, with my youngest daughter. I did not even want to sing along with the Whovillers. For some reason, Christmas time has become the time I mentally tally up all my loved ones who are no longer on this earth to celebrate Christmas with me. Today it occurred to me that the only one left from the generation before mine in my family is my cousin Eddy, who is 80 this year. Eddy was my Aunt's child, but he was born only 10 years after my father, so I always count him as in my father's generation, not mine. And I miss them all. Then comes my son's annual ba humbug e-mail and I come crashing down. He does not want to give presents to adults. He says we all have enough stuff we do not need any more stuff. Of course he is right, but what about the joy of getting and giving gifts. It is not the gift that matters, but the giving of it. I get more joy when I give then at just about any other time in life. You might say that is why I spent over 30 years doing Social Work. I loved and love giving of my time and talents and possessions. I believe, despite my youngest daughters concern that I am not spiritual enough, that I was called to do God's work among the less fortunate, the less able, and the less stable, more vulnerable members of our society. Despite working for a government entity, I even prayed with some of them, and of course prayed for them. How my son, could not feel joy in giving, will forever remain a mystery as though I have asked for an explanation, the ones he proffers ring hollow to my ears. I hope to salvage the situation by compromise. I think it is time that our family adopts the Secret Santa program. Everyone draws a name of someone else in the family to be a Secret Santa for the next Christmas. With Secret Santa's, no one would have to give presents to everyone, but everyone would get at least one present. What do you think? I would like to hear from those who have tried this or something similar in their family. How did it work?
MERRY CHRISTMAS ONE AND ALL
***********Christmas Letter 2005 **************
good tidings of great joy
good tidings of great joy
Our house in Eastpointe is up for sale but,we have the bad luck to be in the only part of the country that is not having a housing boom.
Our extra dock is still for sale. Any takers on either?
Joe and Jeff started a second business, a walk-in eBay store.
Auction-it-TODAY on eBay. Check out what they have for sale:
http://stores.ebay.com/Auction-It-TODAY-of-Sterling-Hts
Sue got the eBay bug too; selling stuff we no longer need or have room for.
Joe and Jeff started a second business, a walk-in eBay store.
Auction-it-TODAY on eBay. Check out what they have for sale:
http://stores.ebay.com/Auction-It-TODAY-of-Sterling-Hts
Sue got the eBay bug too; selling stuff we no longer need or have room for.
Check it out: http://cgi3.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewUserPage&userid=sulustar
Blogging has become big for Sue and Joe.
Blogging has become big for Sue and Joe.
Comments are always welcome.
Check it out:
Check it out:
Sue’s Blog Meandering with Sulustar: http://sulustars.blogspot.com/
And Joe’s Blog, Safe-T-Inspector: http://safetinspector.blogspot.com/
Once you are on either blog, there are links to our other blogs.
Joe has one for Samantha, one for his music, and one for his writing.
I have one for The Purple Gang, one about our ICM dock for sale,
And Joe’s Blog, Safe-T-Inspector: http://safetinspector.blogspot.com/
Once you are on either blog, there are links to our other blogs.
Joe has one for Samantha, one for his music, and one for his writing.
I have one for The Purple Gang, one about our ICM dock for sale,
and one for the South Park house.
Sue took Tom to her 40th high school class reunion for
Sue took Tom to her 40th high school class reunion for
McCluer Sr High, Florrisant, MO.
On the way visited Barbara at her beautiful new apartment, in Bloomington IL
Spent some time in Greenfield IL where Sue’s parents graves are located.
At the Reunion had fun visiting old friends we had not seen for many years.
Breakfast with Joy & Bud Bartold, & Alice and Dave Hunt.
On the way visited Barbara at her beautiful new apartment, in Bloomington IL
Spent some time in Greenfield IL where Sue’s parents graves are located.
At the Reunion had fun visiting old friends we had not seen for many years.
Breakfast with Joy & Bud Bartold, & Alice and Dave Hunt.
Visits in Edwardsville, IL with Marge & Ed Witchie,
and in Oquawka IL with the Revs- Bob & Betty Meode.
Enjoyed it all, though Sue had to use a walker and Tom a wheeled chair.
We made quite a pair.
Enjoyed it all, though Sue had to use a walker and Tom a wheeled chair.
We made quite a pair.
Tom had a bad leg, could not stand or walk a lot.
Sue had a strange condition causing loss of balance without warning
Sue had a strange condition causing loss of balance without warning
and felt dizzy all the time.
Tom is better, though not entirely, he is seeking a diagnosis and treatment.
Sue, it was found, had 3 herniated discs in her neck
Tom is better, though not entirely, he is seeking a diagnosis and treatment.
Sue, it was found, had 3 herniated discs in her neck
caused the lack of balance and dizziness.
Oddly had no pain in neck and continued to enjoy full range of motion.
Oddly had no pain in neck and continued to enjoy full range of motion.
Traction did the trick.
Sue is almost back to normal now.
Thanksgiving at Jerry’s house was pleasant,
Sue is almost back to normal now.
Thanksgiving at Jerry’s house was pleasant,
we met Jerry’s girlfriend, Irene, and surprising;
Joe volunteered to say Grace.
He was thankful for a long list of blessings
Joe volunteered to say Grace.
He was thankful for a long list of blessings
and finally for the fact that his wife is pregnant.
Whoa, what did you say? Heather pregnant? Yeah!
Whoa, what did you say? Heather pregnant? Yeah!
Tom and Sue want a boy.
Samantha wants a girl.
Samantha wants a girl.
Heather just wants a healthy baby.
Joe is secretly hopping for a boy. Shh! Don’t tell Heather.
Victoria, in her junior year continues at GVSU and on the honor roll.
Brett asked Tom & Sue permission to ask Victoria for her hand in marriage.
Joe is secretly hopping for a boy. Shh! Don’t tell Heather.
Victoria, in her junior year continues at GVSU and on the honor roll.
Brett asked Tom & Sue permission to ask Victoria for her hand in marriage.
We said yes.
Vicky said yes.
Vicky said yes.
Wedding in two years, after Vicky graduates from college.
Brett is off to serve his country in the US Air Force.
He left for San Antonio for basic training on Dec. 13.
He plans to keep in touch after basic, through his blog: http://www.xanga.com/jetpackdivesavah
Sue had to get another car as her lease was done.
Bought the little Red Focus for Victoria.
Brett is off to serve his country in the US Air Force.
He left for San Antonio for basic training on Dec. 13.
He plans to keep in touch after basic, through his blog: http://www.xanga.com/jetpackdivesavah
Sue had to get another car as her lease was done.
Bought the little Red Focus for Victoria.
She had been driving our old 1993 Tempo.
A Chrysler PT Cruiser convertible fit the bill for Sue.
Sue realized she was hanging onto her mother’s car, a 1961 Impala convertible, not just because it was Mother’s or ‘cause she drove it in high school,
A Chrysler PT Cruiser convertible fit the bill for Sue.
Sue realized she was hanging onto her mother’s car, a 1961 Impala convertible, not just because it was Mother’s or ‘cause she drove it in high school,
but just because it was a convertible.
With a new, just as snazzy convertible, Sue thinks it is time to send the Impala on to someone who can do more with her than Sue can.
With a new, just as snazzy convertible, Sue thinks it is time to send the Impala on to someone who can do more with her than Sue can.
(Any offers, Buddy?).
Lisa continues to do well with her business,
Lisa continues to do well with her business,
but has decided to seek an advanced degree.
Taking all the classes on-line for a Masters in military history. Amazing.
Christmas will find us with our family
Taking all the classes on-line for a Masters in military history. Amazing.
Christmas will find us with our family
enjoying each other’s company and opening presents.
New Years we will host our annual open house for those with nothing better to do.
We do have fun and lots of food and drink.
New Years we will host our annual open house for those with nothing better to do.
We do have fun and lots of food and drink.
Shrimp and Champagne at midnight.
Let us know if you are coming.
Hope all have had a joyous year and are in good health.
Hope to hear from you all.
Joyous Christmas,
Joyous Christmas,
Happy New Year,
Tom & Sue
ODE TO A 1993 TEMPO
On the last day of Winter semester in 2005, Vicky, and another student met violently in the parking lot at school. Luckily they were both in their automobiles. Anyway, Vicky's right front bumper was crushed. We did not know if the insurance company would cover the deductible or not, as it was not immediately apparent who's fault the accident was. However, it was plain that if the deductible was waved, the cost of repairs would be more then the Tempo was worth, therefore the car would be totaled out by the insurance company. While waiting for a determination, Vicky wrote this about the Tempo.
Preface: The fate of the Tempo hangs in the balance. Will she be totaled? Or will she run free? Will the man take her over, crush and compact her? No, I say! No! We have shared too much together. In these desperate hours, while I wait for the insurance company of doom to make the decision of a lifetime, I would like to leave a little something for posterity. I call it,
Ford Tempo, year 1993, how much do you mean to me?
your pick-up nonexistent, your problems most persistent.
Cruise control and automatic locks used to make you quite a fox,
but without them now you're just 4 wheels and a box.
Rotted weather stripping lets in the rain,
repairs attempted always in vain.
Remember when that girl crashed into your side?
Now no bumper graces your hide.
Yet even if some say you're no longer a thrill,
I still fall for your steamy grill.
You get me to work and to play,most of the time with no delay.
So Ford Tempo, year 1993, how much DO you mean to me?
The answer is this: you've made driving a total bliss.
Please, don't let those insurance demons take you away!
I long to drive you for forever and a day!
But dear Tempo, even if your grip on life fails to hold,
I will always love you, even when your engine grows cold.
As it turns out, in case you are interested, no fault could be determined so the deductible was not waved. The Tempo still runs, though still with a damaged front end. Vicky however, was not quite as attached to her Tempo as she expressed. She was happy to start driving her mom's 2003 red Focus, when Mom got a new PT Cruiser at Thanksgiving.
So, here is Vicky's new ride. I wonder if she will wax poetic about the Focus?
Preface: The fate of the Tempo hangs in the balance. Will she be totaled? Or will she run free? Will the man take her over, crush and compact her? No, I say! No! We have shared too much together. In these desperate hours, while I wait for the insurance company of doom to make the decision of a lifetime, I would like to leave a little something for posterity. I call it,
"Ode to the Ford".
Ford Tempo, year 1993, how much do you mean to me?
your pick-up nonexistent, your problems most persistent.
Cruise control and automatic locks used to make you quite a fox,
but without them now you're just 4 wheels and a box.
Rotted weather stripping lets in the rain,
repairs attempted always in vain.
Remember when that girl crashed into your side?
Now no bumper graces your hide.
Yet even if some say you're no longer a thrill,
I still fall for your steamy grill.
You get me to work and to play,most of the time with no delay.
So Ford Tempo, year 1993, how much DO you mean to me?
The answer is this: you've made driving a total bliss.
Please, don't let those insurance demons take you away!
I long to drive you for forever and a day!
But dear Tempo, even if your grip on life fails to hold,
I will always love you, even when your engine grows cold.
As it turns out, in case you are interested, no fault could be determined so the deductible was not waved. The Tempo still runs, though still with a damaged front end. Vicky however, was not quite as attached to her Tempo as she expressed. She was happy to start driving her mom's 2003 red Focus, when Mom got a new PT Cruiser at Thanksgiving.
So, here is Vicky's new ride. I wonder if she will wax poetic about the Focus?
SAMANTHA TO BE A BIG SISTER
Samantha the future Big Sister
"Thank you God for all the wonderfull food we are about to eat, and for our family, thank you for the good year we have had and thank you Heather is pregnant, and Samantha is going to be a big sister."
Knowing my son's propensity to goof around, I interrupted his Thanksgiving prayer and said, " Heather are you really pregnant?"
"Yes," she replies.
"Yeah!" I exclaim. "Yes, thank God, Amen!"
And thus, our little Thanksgiving Day gathering around Jerry's dining room table, was informed that our wonderful, beautiful, smart, loving, daughter-in-law/sister-in-law had our second grandchild residing in her tummy.
I pray that in about eight months, Heather and Joe will have a whole and healthy baby, whom we will all adore, whether a girl or a boy, but I, who have nothing to do with it and no say in the matter, want a boy. :-)
"Thank you God for all the wonderfull food we are about to eat, and for our family, thank you for the good year we have had and thank you Heather is pregnant, and Samantha is going to be a big sister."
Knowing my son's propensity to goof around, I interrupted his Thanksgiving prayer and said, " Heather are you really pregnant?"
"Yes," she replies.
"Yeah!" I exclaim. "Yes, thank God, Amen!"
And thus, our little Thanksgiving Day gathering around Jerry's dining room table, was informed that our wonderful, beautiful, smart, loving, daughter-in-law/sister-in-law had our second grandchild residing in her tummy.
I pray that in about eight months, Heather and Joe will have a whole and healthy baby, whom we will all adore, whether a girl or a boy, but I, who have nothing to do with it and no say in the matter, want a boy. :-)
JOE VENTURES OUT OF TOWN
I laughed myself silly. What do you think?Howz my Drivin'?
The roads are slick with rain, the fog sticks around 'til quarter past ten and its damn chilly out. November has hit like a damp sponge, and it's just plain miserable.
Already in a foul mood, I use my rear-view mirror to fume in sullen silence at the tailgating Dodge Neon behind me. I pretend he sees me looking at him and that it makes him feel uncomfortable. Then I accidentally pretend that, after having seen me looking at him, he instead mocks me with a crooked grin.
Damn him! What an ass he turns out to be in my imagination.
It was at about that moment that I drove up behind a bus which was slowing down to pick up passengers. I check my side view mirror and my blind spot for cars in the next lane over. Seeing none, I activate my impending-lane-change warning beacon (in other countries this is known as a "turn-signal", but not in the civilized bastion of my head) and begin to move around the bus.
Remember the tailgater that mocked me in my head? Well, back in the real-world he saw that I was about to change lanes, thought that seemed a fine idea, and proceeded to whip around me without warning, almost causing me to collide with him and/or the bus. Frickin' jerk!
I fume unproductively at the ass end of the stinky city bus, as traffic now pins me in place like the steel Ford tail-on-the-donkey that I am.
Traffic moved oddly and it was only a minute or two later that I caught up with the Neon as he weaved through traffic in a mad, futile effort to gain just one more car length further upstream. I noticed one of those "How's My Driving? Call 1-800-xxx-xxxx" bumper stickers.
I've seen these all my life, although I'd never called one until that day. I dialed my cell phone with an angry finger.
The friendly vehicle safety officer at the Whatsit Corporation, a lady named Emily, took from me the license number of the Neon as well as a description of current road conditions and then asked me what the Neon had done to merit my report.
"Yes, the driver was tailgating me, and," I began, only to be interrupted by Emily.
"He was tailgating you? For approximately how long?"
"Oh, at least a minute. But that isn't all."
"Right," I could sense her head nodding over the phone, "So he was tailgating you for about a minute. What else?"
"Well, then he changed lanes and cut me off from MY lane change," sounded confusing, so I rushed on, "see, I had already turned my signal on, and he decided to change lanes first, and accelerated to block my lane change. A pre-emptive lane change, see?"
"Uh, maybe.."
"It's very simple. He wanted to keep me in my lane."
"..keep you in..."
I was losing her. Fast, man, think! "That's not all! He made me look at religious literature!" There was a moment of shocked silence.
"What?" she finally demanded.
"Just what I said! I swear, he flipped me off, paced my car and held up a 'Jehovah's Plan' pamphlet. Pushed it right up to his passenger window so I would be FORCED to read it!"
A short pause and then, "why would he do that, sir?"
"How the hell should I know?!? And then, to make matters worse, he rolled down his window, shouted something about how I should stop wasting my life, and flung a copy of Dianetics at my car!"
"But-"
"I know, that doesn't even qualify as a religion! But THAT'S the kind of jerk you people let drive your precious Chrysler vehicles." I figured that would get her attention. Get her mind on the valuable company car and I was sure she'd see things my way.
"OK, OK, let me get this down. The driver displayed a religious booklet-"
"brazenly displayed a booklet," I corrected.
"...brazenly displayed a booklet. Of a religious nature?"
"It was called 'Jehovah's Plan.' I think its from the Jehovah's Witnesses," I was startled to a sudden conclusion, "You know, it might be about the Jehovah's Witness Protection Plan!"
"But then he threw a book at your car from out of an open window?"
"Yeah. I was waving him off, trying to pantomime that I already accepted Jesus as my personal savior and personal trainer when he decided I'd be better off with L. Ron Hubbard's gang. At least, that's what I'm assuming since it was Dianetics he bombarded me with."
"...Bombarded you with Dianetics. Did your car receive any damage from this?"
"Except for the expensive Scientology classes its been begging for since then, I don't really think so. But I just can't afford to get rid of his damn Thetans."
"We're talking about your car?"
"NO! We're talking about your damn driver! You want to know the worst thing he did?"
"Uh, sure." She sounded none too certain, but I pushed on.
"Using a complicated series of hand-held, painted fans, he proceeded to tell the drivers of all the cars around us that I was a foreign national named Sean-Luc Mac VanWiederson and had counterfeit DVD's of Mariah Carey's 'Glitter' and J Lo's 'Gigli' in my trunk for sale at $3 a pop! He nearly caused a riot, and if it weren't for the distraction I caused by tossing that copy of Dianetics through the windshield of the bus I probably wouldn't be alive today."
"Sir, you expect me to believe that he used fans to tell people your name was Sean-Luc Mac VanWiederson? How?" Emily seemed so incredulous!
"With words painted onto the fans, of course. I figure he must have had them prepared for just such an occasion; he seemed to have them on hand and ready to go."
"Right. Is there anything else, sir?" "Don't forget about 'Gigli' and 'Glitter'!"
"Got that. 'Gigli' and 'Glitter'. Anything else?" she asked somewhat desperately.
"No. That'll be it. You've been most helpful. Would you like me to send you a copy of 'Glitter' or 'Gigli'? I got lots."
"But--" she asked me almost against her will, "didn't you say that our driver just told people you had-"
"Funny thing, that. He was dead on! Only, my last name is MacVanWeidermaker. Character assassin! That's what you have working for you!"
"Well, ok...if that's all..."
"It most certainly is. Thanks so much Emily, you've been very understanding, and I hope that jerk loses his job over this." The conversation drew to a close shortly thereafter, and I can only assume my unknown antagonist has been sacked. Let that teach him to mess with SafeTinspector.
MORE MEANINGLESS E-MAIL TITLES
Ok, Did someone put out the word that I enjoy strange e-mail subject lines and senders? After my first posting regarding this phenom, I have gotten twice as many. Here follows is the current batch. Needless to say, I know none of the senders. Only one name is at all familiar. I have always enjoyed Orval Redenbacher popcorn, and I used to live in Napierville, Ill, which was named after the Napier family that owned a lumber mill. In the late 50's, Mr. Napier sold some farmland he had for a housing development, with the stipulation that 90% of each home be made of wood. Neat Ah?. Well that sleepy little town went from 1200 population in 1950 to 12000 population in 1960 and is now a town of many thousand, but I digress. I hope you enjoy these offerings from my e-mail.
SENDER.................. SUBJECT............... DATE SENT/SIZE
Ginger Donnelly.... FW: independent not fantasia ...Sun 10/30 23k
Efren Farrell.......... bedevil hairdo.............................. Sun 10/30 36k
Keld Israel.............. Re: Scotts good news................. Mon 10/31 4k
Ray Galvan.... hamster, divisible be homecome it.. Tue 11/01 17k
Edgardo Hyde.......... nourish be rapid or horizon..... Wed 11/02 11k
Marquis Thomson.... dilatoryq................................. Wed 11/02 31k
Queen Whittaker...... FW: Also mutate as acreage..... Sun 11/06 31k
Orval Napier.............. Movie Camera Hookup............. Wed 11/09 5k
Let's have a contest. Who can decipher what these subject lines are suppose to be? The only two that made any sense were "Re: Scotts good news" and "Movie Camera Hookup" but even then there are problems. Does the writer mean a fellow named Scott or are they referring to the people who inhabit Scotland, or the toilet paper company? Also, I do not own a movie camera, and why would all three of the words in that subject line be capitalized? Do they want to teach how to hookup a movie camera or do they offer a date with a movie camera? Let me know what you think any or all of these subject lines mean. There may be prizes.
SENDER.................. SUBJECT............... DATE SENT/SIZE
Ginger Donnelly.... FW: independent not fantasia ...Sun 10/30 23k
Efren Farrell.......... bedevil hairdo.............................. Sun 10/30 36k
Keld Israel.............. Re: Scotts good news................. Mon 10/31 4k
Ray Galvan.... hamster, divisible be homecome it.. Tue 11/01 17k
Edgardo Hyde.......... nourish be rapid or horizon..... Wed 11/02 11k
Marquis Thomson.... dilatoryq................................. Wed 11/02 31k
Queen Whittaker...... FW: Also mutate as acreage..... Sun 11/06 31k
Orval Napier.............. Movie Camera Hookup............. Wed 11/09 5k
Let's have a contest. Who can decipher what these subject lines are suppose to be? The only two that made any sense were "Re: Scotts good news" and "Movie Camera Hookup" but even then there are problems. Does the writer mean a fellow named Scott or are they referring to the people who inhabit Scotland, or the toilet paper company? Also, I do not own a movie camera, and why would all three of the words in that subject line be capitalized? Do they want to teach how to hookup a movie camera or do they offer a date with a movie camera? Let me know what you think any or all of these subject lines mean. There may be prizes.
JUST HAD TO SHARE
Getting more strangely titled e-mail. In today's batch there was an e-mail from Lydia Lockhart which tried to entice me to open by saying in the subject line: "venous , thrill the caracas it platonist in". I kid you not, to borrow a phrase from Jack Paar. Another one came from Khajag Hutchinson ( Just what kind of name is that?Almost as good as those given the Zappa siblings, Moon Unit and Dweezil ) boldly stated: "Re: Antony Schoepp Extra chance" And just who is Antony Schoepp? Never heard of him, but should I be interested in giving him a second chance? I was never informed that he had any chances. A chance for what? And finally an e-mail from the appropriately named Bennett Crum stating: "downbeat see dung may valid " What a crummy thing to say in an e-mail. However, the best was the e-mail I got from no one who's subject line just simply said "[none]". That one got immediately deleted. I am still contemplating the others. Their subject lines and sender names tickle me. May leave them sitting on my list for a few days, just to enjoy the chuckle when I check my e-mail.
IS THIS NECESSARY?
Every time there is a hurricane, all the TV networks send reporters out into the wind and rain to report on the hurricane. What's the point? Do they think it makes the report more exciting to see the weatherman in danger of being blown away? At least usually they give the young ones the assignment of standing there like an idiot, trying their best to stand up to the wind, while dodging flying debris, but when I saw Al Rooker being held down by one of his camera men hanging on to his leg. I thought, doesn't this more than middle-aged man know better? He has told us his father made him promise to do something about his weight because he was concerned that Al would die early, but I wonder what his father would think if he saw him standing there like the other young idiots in that wind and rain.
Then as if to emphasize my thoughts, Al tried to get back to his room, and fell over as soon as the cameraman let go of his leg. Luckily he is all right. Seeing Al Rooker fall down from his own idiocy, was almost as funny as the female reporter in a canoe, who looked as though she was paddling her way down a terribly flooded street, that is until two fellows in waders walked by carrying their groceries, showing the street had only about a foot of water. At least the poor reporter came up with a good come back when Matt asked her about this. She said: "Why walk when you can ride?"
I think we all could see how strong the storm is with the feed from an unmanned camera, with the actually report being made by a reporter safe and dry inside. I wonder, if one day, one of these hapless reporters actually blew away, or got flattened by flying debris, would they show it on TV? Would that kind of occurrence make a more interesting weather story? Would it get higher ratings?
Then as if to emphasize my thoughts, Al tried to get back to his room, and fell over as soon as the cameraman let go of his leg. Luckily he is all right. Seeing Al Rooker fall down from his own idiocy, was almost as funny as the female reporter in a canoe, who looked as though she was paddling her way down a terribly flooded street, that is until two fellows in waders walked by carrying their groceries, showing the street had only about a foot of water. At least the poor reporter came up with a good come back when Matt asked her about this. She said: "Why walk when you can ride?"
I think we all could see how strong the storm is with the feed from an unmanned camera, with the actually report being made by a reporter safe and dry inside. I wonder, if one day, one of these hapless reporters actually blew away, or got flattened by flying debris, would they show it on TV? Would that kind of occurrence make a more interesting weather story? Would it get higher ratings?
SEEKING BRADLEY CHUBBY. ARE YOU BRADLEY CHUBBY? REWARD OFFERED FOR PROOF OF EXISTANCE OF BRADLEY CHUBBY.
" This might make you some money bradley chubby "
Just who is Bradley Chubby? Or did they mean badly chubby? I do not know whether to be amused or insulted. This sentence was the subject line of a recent e-mail. It was spam of course. At least this one wanted me to invest in some stocks, instead of purchasing Viagra. Oh I got one of those spams too today. It said in the subject line “regarding your account” so I opened it. Not only did it want to sell me some kind of penil enhancement drug, but also it seemed to promise a 12-inch erection. Actually I am not exactly sure what this e-mail promised me, because as soon as I saw the words ’12 inch erection’ I knew this e-mail was not about any account I ever had. I immediately reported it as spam and deleted it. I think if they are going to send spam mail from overseas, they ought to at least employ a person whose native language is English to compose and proof read in English. On the other hand, though, maybe not--spam mail would not be as easy to spot or as amusing.
Just who is Bradley Chubby? Or did they mean badly chubby? I do not know whether to be amused or insulted. This sentence was the subject line of a recent e-mail. It was spam of course. At least this one wanted me to invest in some stocks, instead of purchasing Viagra. Oh I got one of those spams too today. It said in the subject line “regarding your account” so I opened it. Not only did it want to sell me some kind of penil enhancement drug, but also it seemed to promise a 12-inch erection. Actually I am not exactly sure what this e-mail promised me, because as soon as I saw the words ’12 inch erection’ I knew this e-mail was not about any account I ever had. I immediately reported it as spam and deleted it. I think if they are going to send spam mail from overseas, they ought to at least employ a person whose native language is English to compose and proof read in English. On the other hand, though, maybe not--spam mail would not be as easy to spot or as amusing.
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