Chiropractor wins every time. There are so many nerves in your spine that a massage can’t even come close to sending equivalent sensations of relief.
Better a day late than never a dollar short.– proverbals :: by norman dalager
CrystalLeigh3982 (4__21__51 PM): Hey. Do you have a phone number for Rattey? The one on the spreadsheet's wrong.
drfutchi (4__22__56 PM): 813 867 5309
CrystalLeigh3982 (4__23__07 PM): Thank you!
drfutchi (4__23__23 PM): really, crystal?
drfutchi (4__23__35 PM): sing those last 7 digits
CrystalLeigh3982 (4__23__49 PM): Oh dear lord norman!
drfutchi (4__24__06 PM): sucka
I was on TV last night!
If you think you want to blog for a living, you must be able to answer two questions: Where will the audience come from? And where will the money come from? Then you need to face a brutal reality: at best your blog will generate a penny per page view; you’ll be lucky to get half that in the beginning.– Tom Mangan, who works nights as a copy editor and page designer at the Mercury News and blogs everyday in hopes of developing a significant supplemental income stream.Read more
I’ve been following joesportsfan.com for several years now and am thrilled to see that they’ve recently produced some solid original video content. Bigups to J Bacott on his softball guy performance - though he isn’t much different from that in real life.
fidget3600: my dad was down at the apartments cleaning
fidget3600: and my mom said she was going to stop there after work so that he could buy gas for her cause she didnt have any money
fidget3600: so the gas pump wasnt allowing cards
fidget3600: so he filled it up and went inside
fidget3600: he handed them his card, they said their machine is down and they are only taking cash
fidget3600: he said he didn't have any cash, they said ok, you need to leave us your license and bring us cash by 11pm
fidget3600: he said well banks dont open till 9am tomorrow how am i suppose to get cash?
dr futchi: hahaha
fidget3600: they said go to an atm, he said i dont use atms
dr futchi: of course!
dr futchi: haha
fidget3600: they said well we are going to call the cops
fidget3600: he said fine call them
dr futchi: niceeee
fidget3600: so he went outside to tell my mom what was going on
fidget3600: she was so upset and said she would go cash a check at price chopper
fidget3600: price chopper would only let her cash $25
dr futchi: no way
fidget3600: yeah, i guess cause she cashed money there the day before
fidget3600: the total was 27.50
fidget3600: so at this point the cops are there waiting with my dad
dr futchi: oh boy
fidget3600: she pulls up and walks in with a puss on her face, she was madder than anything
fidget3600: she told them she would never do business with them again
dr futchi: oh i bet!
fidget3600: my dad found 2 bucks in his wallet
fidget3600: and my mom scrambled to find some change
fidget3600: then they left
dr futchi: what a mess
fidget3600: and my dad said there was a young kid that looked like he didn't have a cent, sitting and watching the whole thing
fidget3600: and tried to give my dad $30
fidget3600: which was pretty nice
dr futchi: thats nice
fidget3600: my dad turned it down
dr futchi: of course
fidget3600: i was just laughing so hard, wow
dr futchi: amazing
ratbizzomb: christ... i love and hate the internet so much
Ending up being the longest baseball game I’ve ever attended, the Tampa Bay Rays battled my beloved Boston Red Sox in an 11-inning duel to even-up the American League Championship Series at one game apiece. A dear friend of mine (with whom I have attended many a Sox games at Fenway) dropped in from Tuscaloosa, Ala. to join in the ruckus of stadium antics. Bridget and Andre came along as well, only to witness one visiting-team-act-of-discrimination after the next. We stood our ground and ultimately won the respect of Rays Bandwagoneers, but not without a handful of toe-to-toe faceoffs with some of the worst baseball fans ever.
NOTE - This set includes a few video posts, which is a first for my flickr account.
CONGRATULATIONS, BYRONE AND BUBBY
Although I don’t have any kids of my own, I’ve been around babies most of my life. In fact, I have six nieces and a nephew. Hell, I’ve been an uncle since I was 8 years old. But now that I’m getting older, my friends are actually starting to have kids as well, and baby making is becoming an inevitable part of us growing up. And these babies are showing up day-after-day. Literally.
Naomi (left) and Briana both entered the world this week, arriving respectively on September 30 and October 1 to two guys I consider to be my brothers - Brian (left) and new father Clint.
As two of my nieces turned 1-year-old in August (ALSO one day ofter the other), this back-to-back baby business is a little freaky. But really, I should welcome coincidences like these in my life because it gives me interesting subjects to write about.