Huh, I thought I was all over that, but now that the release of the iPhone in Canada is here, my interest has increased again. Mostly because I can use Activesync with the Exchange server at home and get all of my email right on the thing. Gotta love that.
Definite downside is the cost, even with Roger’s recent caving to pressure for a lower rate. It could be a lot of money per month….
Hi Everybody!
A Romanian doctor has been ordered to pay a man a (rather low in my mind) amount of $795,000 for accidentally severing his penis during an operation on the man’s testicles.
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Oh man, where to begin here? Aside from me making a mental note to avoid going to the doctor while in Romania, I find myself powerless (trying to avoid the use of the word impotent) to come up with an appropriate joke here. Fortunately, the Associated Press wrote the joke for me.
The victim’s lawyer said you don’t have to be an expert to realize that the 33-year-old victim isn’t in a good state of mind.
That would about sum it up.
Talk about your sound sleepers, this poor woman had her toe chewed off while she was sleeping, by her own dog. She has diabetes and (obviously) has nerve damage in her extremities and only noticed the toe missing when she woke up.
Her “beloved” miniature daschund had apparently chewed it off.
“..her beloved Roscoe was euthanized because of safety concerns.”
Safety concerns, ya think? Now that he has a taste for you, he’s probably just waiting for you to doze off again… You couldn’t trust your little piggies to that little monster.
Man’s best friend, sure. But woman? Not so much.
Then again, the dog’s side of the story may have something to do with being kicked by that same toe repeatedly over the years, he maybe was just getting even. Although to make it even he really ought to take a toe from the other foot… Get it? 9 toes, odd number? Ah, nevermind.
From Dictionary.com:
1. a piece of furniture for seating from two to four people, typically in the form of a bench with a back, sometimes having an armrest at one or each end, and partly or wholly upholstered and often fitted with springs, tailored cushions, skirts, etc.; sofa.
2. a similar article of furniture, with a headrest at one end, on which some patients of psychiatrists or psychoanalysts lie while undergoing treatment.
3. a bed or other place of rest; a lounge; any place used for repose.
4. the lair of a wild beast.
5. to express indirectly or obscurely: the threat couched under his polite speech.
6. to lower (a spear, lance, etc.) to a horizontal position, as for attack.
7. to put or lay down, as for rest or sleep; cause to lie down.
8. to lay or spread flat.
9. to hide; conceal.
10. to lie at rest or asleep; repose; recline.
11. to crouch; bend; stoop.
12. to lie in ambush or in hiding; lurk.
13. to lie in a heap for decomposition or fermentation, as leaves.
I would offer this man as proof of at least #3, #7, #9, #12 and of course #1. He probably seriously freaked out his ex-girlfriend, whom he was stalking at the time. At best he’s just an honorable mention, a (re)poseur in the game of living unknown inside someone else’s home. That distinction is still held by the closet lady, hands down, the best ever.
Even though this whole foot thing is getting weirder by the minute, I feel compelled to continue to report it here. It’s part of my commitment to a story, I guess.
Seriously though, how strange is it that this keeps happening? What kind of a coincidence is it? If it is a coincidence, that is.
The FIFTH foot came ashore this week. It’s the first left one, making my prediction true, and hokey pokeying will commence soon.
Even stranger, some prankster dropped a sixth foot that turned out to be a fake. It’s a strange world when somebody wants to get in on all the misplaced body parts action.
Today was the last day of Preschool for Cael…EVER. Yep, his last day of school was today and thus marks the end of the days where I can say I have a “Preschooler” at home. I think this really only hit me today. Tugs at the heart strings, so it does – and pretty hard too. Sure, I’m proud of the little guy. His social skills (think Casanova) have left Courtney and I in complete admiration of our littlest man. We thought he’d have trouble without his trusty side-kick Quinn, but much to our surprise, low and behold, the little guy can stand on his own two social feet just fine. Drummed himself up a set of twin girlfriends to boot. Not too shabby I’d say.
The whole “Last Day” thing completely escaped Cael though. He just went about his social business like it was any other day.  The mom’s and I had chats about how it would be sad to see it all end. It is sad. I choked back the odd tear or two when hugging the teachers good-bye. These women really are a special breed there. No doubt about it. I have been familiar with the school system for nigh on 8 years now, and have yet to see patience and grace like these women. Truly an inspiration, they are.
So it is with a heavy heart that I bid Cael’s last days of “babyhood” adieu. The graduation of my youngest out of preschool has definitely tugged harder than I thought it would on this old heart of mine. After two others you think I’d be used to it. I think with age comes more sentimentality and therefore seeing “the baby” go through their milestones makes mom’s heart a little softer with a slight glistening on the lower lids of my welled up eyes, and let’s not overlook the ever growing lump in my throat.
Cael, my little man, good job. You graduated preschool today. We can see how much you have changed over the last two years and you have come a long way. You are an absolute joy to be around, and dad and I are so proud.