Mariah... but not like Mariah Carey

My co-worker never read this book as a child. Have you?

Four stays at the vet, $1100.  Various natural remedies from pet store, $50.  Monthy med bill, $66.  Having your cat finally poop - on your new rug, priceless.

-Molly, on her constipated kitty.  Way to (finally) go Murph!

It seems Favre longed to be seen as the first player/general manager. For years, he has been lecturing Green Bay leadership in public about decisions regarding Randy Moss, Marco Rivera and others. When Favre appeared to hang up his cleats in March, Green Bay management made the decision to anoint Aaron Rodgers and add another prominent quarterback in the draft. By demanding to come back, Favre was essentially saying to the world, "Another wrong management decision, what they should have done was spent the spring begging me to return."

peterwknox:

TMQ is back!

One of the best articles I’ve read about this Farve shit.  And being from WI I’ve read a lot.  And although the Pack lost last night, it certainly wasn’t because of Rodgers…  so stop hatin’ on him Wisconsin (Pagel - I mean you!)

The Reviews are In...Bring Your Bong

Done and done. Anyone in for Sunday afternoon?

peterwknox:

“It’s possible that Pineapple Express is much funnier if you’re totally baked.”—Salon

“I can’t deny that its appeal will increase a hundredfold if you choose to attend in an altered state of some sort.”—Film Threat

“Maybe I’d have thought this buddy-action-comedy was funnier and more exciting if I were as baked as its two heroes.”—Seattle Times

“Still, maybe all of this is more fun if you’re under the influence of the same substance our stoner heroes are. Not that we’re condoning that kind of activity, mind you.”—AP

“Some choice lines aside, too much of the humor is predicated on the notion that watching others get high is inherently funny (unless the viewer happens to be in a similar state, it’s not).”—Variety

“I was stone-cold sober when I saw this movie and, considering the subject at hand, that may not necessarily be the intended audience.”—Reelz Channel

“The movie is a chaotic mess, but, munchies in hand, go with it.”—San Diego Union Tribune

“This is the kind of film that relies on its audience to find four letter words funny. I guess being stoned would help.”—Urban Cinefile

“Parts of it are really funny, although I’m sure it would be funnier if I had been stoned, rather than periodically bored.”—Sydney Morning Herald

“A method movie-going experience for Pineapple Express, one in which you are as baked as the characters in the movie—if that is humanly possible—would make for a good experience.”—MN Film and TV

If you notice, since Britney started wearing clothes and behaving, Paris is out of town not bothering anybody anymore, thank God, and evidently Lindsay Lohan has gone gay, we don’t seem to have much of an issue.

—

Los Angeles Police Chief William Bratton, linking a decline in problems with paparazzi to the good behavior of several high-profile celebrities, (via yarrow)

I saw this quote on CNN.com last night and read it to everyone in the bar who would listen to me.  Hysterical.

Sweetest. Story. Ever.

Something really amazing happened in Downtown Spokane this week and I had to share the story with you.
Some of you may know that my brother, Joel, is a loan officer at Sterling Bank. He works downtown in a second story office building, overlooking busy Riverside Avenue . Several weeks ago he watched a mother duck choose the cement awning outside his window as the uncanny place to build a nest above the sidewalk. The mallard laid nine eggs in a nest in the corner of the planter that is perched over 10 feet in the air. She dutifully kept the eggs warm for weeks and Monday afternoon all of her ten ducklings hatched.




Joel worried all night how the mamma duck was going to get t hose babies safely off their perch in a busy,
downtown, urban environment to take to water, which typically happens in the first 48 hours of a duck
hatching. Tuesday morning, Joel came to work and watched the mother duck encourage her babies to the
edge of the perch with the intent to show them how to jump off!


The mother flew down below and started quacking to her babies above. In his disbelief Joel watched as the
first fuzzy newborn toddled to the edge and astonishingly leapt into thin air, crashing onto the cement below.
My brother couldn’t watch how this might play out. He dashed out of his office and ran down the stairs the
sidewalk where the first obedient duckling was stuporing near its mother from the near fatal fall.


Joel looked up. The second duckling was getting ready to jump! He quickly dodged under the awning while the
mother duck quacked at him and the babies above. As the second one took the plunge, Joel jumped forward
and caught it with his bare hands before it hit the cement. Safe and sound, he set it by the mamma and the other stunned sibling, still recovering from its painful leap.


One by one the babies continued to jump to join their anxious family below. Each time Joel hid under the
awning just to reach out in the nick of time as the duckling made its free fall. The downtown sidewalk came
to a standstill. Time after time, Joel was able to catch the remaining 7 and set them by their approving mother.


At this point Joel realized the duck family had only made part of its dangerous journey. They had 2 full blocks
to walk across traffic, crosswalks, curbs, and pedestrians to get to the closest open water, the Spokane River

The on looking office secretaries then joined in, and hurriedly brought an empty copy paper box to collect the babies. They carefully corralled them, with the mother’s approval, and loaded them up into the white cardboard container. Joel held the box low enough for the mom to see her brood. He then slowly navigated through the downtown streets toward the Spokane River, as the mother waddled behind and kept her babies in sight.

As they reached the river, the mother took over and passed him, jumping into the river and quacking loudly.
At the water’s edge, the Sterling Bank office staff then tipped the box and helped shepherd the babies toward the water and to their mother after their adventurous ride.

All ten darling ducklings safely made it into the water and paddled up snugly to mamma duck. Joel said the mom swam in circles, looking back toward the beaming bank workers, and proudly quacking as if to say, 

‘See, we did it! Thanks for all the help!

Thankfully, one of the secretaries had a digital camera and was able to capture most of it (except the actual mid-air catching) in a series of attached photographs. Please join me in celebrating my brother— The Downtown Duck Hero!

(forwarded from a colleague - source unknown)

I have never seen Minnesota sports fans get this riled up about anything. ANYTHING.

Sleeping man beheaded on Greyhound bus.

verenasays:

lfarm:

WINNIPEG, Manitoba - A passenger sleeping on a Greyhound bus was killed and decapitated by his seatmate on Wednesday night as the vehicle rolled across the Canadian prairies, witnesses said.

“He calmly walks up to the front (of the bus) with the head in his hand and the knife and just calmly stares at us and drops the head right in front of us,” Caton said.

That’s horrifying.

Holy Shit. My countrymen scare me sometimes.

See Claire, buses are no safer than planes!

Shit…  now you’ll never travel with us by bus either….