There’s a new product floating around the web scamming hundreds, maybe even thousands (at least one for sure). The product is Ab Creatine.
Ab Creatine claims to make your ab muscles grow big and strong fast. In reality, it’s just a $50 bottle of corn starch. My abs did get big in just a couple of weeks, but it was really fatty muscle. Buyer beware.
Forward this post to everyone you know who really needs some help with their abs. They may be the next victim.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Letter to Baby
Dear Baby,
You have your mother’s eyes. And the body of your father, but don’t worry, you’ll grow out of that.
I can see you also inherited the cold waxy complexion of your great-grandmother, and her stiff, almost unmovable joints. Wait, I’m looking at a doll. There you are. Oh yes. You’re a darling.
I can tell by the gleam in your eye that you will grow up to be a quarterback, or possibly a quarterback’s wife. Don’t you have any clothes in gender specific colors?
Years later you’ll read this letter and think, who are you to know all these things? Whoah, where did you get all that cynicism from? (Don’t say me. Odds are I’ll already be on thin ice with your parents.)
It’s hard to believe that you are already a few hours old. It seems like only yesterday, I was sitting at home watching the clock waiting for the phone call that you had arrived. But no, you were late, and I lost that bet with Uncle Mike. I guess I’m still pretty upset. I’m not sure when I will forgive you, but let’s try to keep things amicable during these rough years, until things blow over.
I want to be the first to say to you “Welcome to Earth.” It is a nice place, a safe place. Except for the people, and volcanoes. Oh yes, stay away from volcanoes (and most people).
I know that you can’t speak yet, but I can just imagine your sweet little voice saying you are sorry for being late and costing me all that money. And most important, you promise you’ll pay me back someday when you’re older.
I was going to buy you a little animal, but I didn’t. Not because of the grudge, it’s just that money I lost from the bet, remember?
You and I have a lot in common. We both just want to lie around all day and have people feed us and take care of us. Your mother is good at that. You know I lived with your folks after college while I was looking for my dream job. FYI, you’ll be asked to do some chores around the house, even if it’s “not really your thing.” But you probably won’t be asked to move out after four and a half years of not doing them.
If I had some advice for you, it would be this: Don’t let them rush you into potty training. Hang onto those diapers for as long as you can. It’s no fun having to rush to the bathroom all the time. I haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep since.
You may think you have seen it all, but all you’ve really seen is the inside of this one room. There’s so much more. In fact, there’s a whole hospital out there. I’ve been wandering around room to room for the last couple of hours. I can tell you stories.
I apologize in advance if I ever wrongfully blame any smells on you. It’s just the world we live in.
I can’t wait to hold you. Or better yet, if your parents bought one of those baby cribs that rock themselves, I can’t wait to pretend that I’m rocking you in that.
I know that for awhile you will cry all the time for your parents to hold you. But soon enough you’ll be crying about your parents not wanting to let go. And then later you’ll be crying for them to let go of your wallet/purse, while your dad explains that he just needs a couple of extra bucks until his invention sells. I don’t know. Maybe that last part will be different in your family.
I like you already. Because I know you are different than the rest. You’re not going to tilt your head to the side and make that look whenever I say “What, don’t you trust me?”
I hope that in the future we will be great friends, because now you’re my best and only friend.
There, there. You get your rest now. Don’t worry; when you wake up, I’ll be right there, standing over you, wearing my funny wolfman mask.
Sweet dreams,
Your favorite uncle
You have your mother’s eyes. And the body of your father, but don’t worry, you’ll grow out of that.
I can see you also inherited the cold waxy complexion of your great-grandmother, and her stiff, almost unmovable joints. Wait, I’m looking at a doll. There you are. Oh yes. You’re a darling.
I can tell by the gleam in your eye that you will grow up to be a quarterback, or possibly a quarterback’s wife. Don’t you have any clothes in gender specific colors?
Years later you’ll read this letter and think, who are you to know all these things? Whoah, where did you get all that cynicism from? (Don’t say me. Odds are I’ll already be on thin ice with your parents.)
It’s hard to believe that you are already a few hours old. It seems like only yesterday, I was sitting at home watching the clock waiting for the phone call that you had arrived. But no, you were late, and I lost that bet with Uncle Mike. I guess I’m still pretty upset. I’m not sure when I will forgive you, but let’s try to keep things amicable during these rough years, until things blow over.
I want to be the first to say to you “Welcome to Earth.” It is a nice place, a safe place. Except for the people, and volcanoes. Oh yes, stay away from volcanoes (and most people).
I know that you can’t speak yet, but I can just imagine your sweet little voice saying you are sorry for being late and costing me all that money. And most important, you promise you’ll pay me back someday when you’re older.
I was going to buy you a little animal, but I didn’t. Not because of the grudge, it’s just that money I lost from the bet, remember?
You and I have a lot in common. We both just want to lie around all day and have people feed us and take care of us. Your mother is good at that. You know I lived with your folks after college while I was looking for my dream job. FYI, you’ll be asked to do some chores around the house, even if it’s “not really your thing.” But you probably won’t be asked to move out after four and a half years of not doing them.
If I had some advice for you, it would be this: Don’t let them rush you into potty training. Hang onto those diapers for as long as you can. It’s no fun having to rush to the bathroom all the time. I haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep since.
You may think you have seen it all, but all you’ve really seen is the inside of this one room. There’s so much more. In fact, there’s a whole hospital out there. I’ve been wandering around room to room for the last couple of hours. I can tell you stories.
I apologize in advance if I ever wrongfully blame any smells on you. It’s just the world we live in.
I can’t wait to hold you. Or better yet, if your parents bought one of those baby cribs that rock themselves, I can’t wait to pretend that I’m rocking you in that.
I know that for awhile you will cry all the time for your parents to hold you. But soon enough you’ll be crying about your parents not wanting to let go. And then later you’ll be crying for them to let go of your wallet/purse, while your dad explains that he just needs a couple of extra bucks until his invention sells. I don’t know. Maybe that last part will be different in your family.
I like you already. Because I know you are different than the rest. You’re not going to tilt your head to the side and make that look whenever I say “What, don’t you trust me?”
I hope that in the future we will be great friends, because now you’re my best and only friend.
There, there. You get your rest now. Don’t worry; when you wake up, I’ll be right there, standing over you, wearing my funny wolfman mask.
Sweet dreams,
Your favorite uncle
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Sockology
When I encounter a difficult problem, I usually treat it like I would newly washed socks. I fold up the problem and put it away in a drawer. Then later the next day when I’m calmed down, I’ll get the socks out. I’ll put them on my hands and make them attack me. When they’ve got me pinned, I’ll scream and rip the socks off and throw them into the hamper.
Most of my problems are from having too many socks.
Most of my problems are from having too many socks.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Change of Pace
I've decided that I want to do more "smart humor."
So this philosopher was on the can . . .
So this philosopher was on the can . . .
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
bath robes
Bath robes can be used for a variety of events. Some of the more popular ones are Christmas pageants with lots of shepherds; another is conventions where people try to act like they just woke up.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Monday morning post
A good way to keep business meetings from going too long is to prepare an agenda and stick to it. Another way would be to make everyone wear a neck tie that got shorter every time the wearer spoke. As a person keeps speaking, the tie keeps shrinking its way up until it disappears and the person’s shirt falls off. Then at the end of the meeting, you take the company picture.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
The Express Lane
I just do not understand grocery stores. When I read the sign “Express Lane: ten items or less,” I was under the impression that this was a lane for people in a hurry. I was clearly mistaken. This is a lane for people who cannot count.
It seemed simple enough—ten items or less. This should mean you can have ten items or any number of items that is less than ten, like four, or seven, or nine items for example. It is not ten items plus less than ten other items. I was confused. These seemed like nice educated people in line with me. Maybe they thought hand lotion, milk, orange juice, yogurt—these are all non-solids—one item.
I quickly discovered that express lanes are not fast lanes. This was not just baseless complaining. I had proof. As always, I tested my ability to pick a good line. I noted that I could have been behind that man in the red jacket, but I took the express lane, because I had only nine items (plus one item of fruits/vegetables/cans of soup). The man in the red jacket checked out. Then the two people behind him checked out. I was still reading the same magazine cover that I was when I got in my lane. I considered switching lanes. But I reminded myself that choosing a lane is like the stock market. I couldn’t worry about the ups and downs. I was in this for the long haul. No need to panic. Stay the course and all will even out. Two more people in the other lane check out. I could not read this magazine cover any longer.
I looked to the front of my line and discovered the problem. The lady at the front tells the cashier “I’m sorry I could not find the tomato soup. Can you please send someone?” Maybe that is why it an express lane. You can go straight to the line without even having to find all of your items. It is express in, but slow out.
The lady then uses a coupon. She is mystified that the cashier will not accept it, even though it is from 1994 and the store manager explains that the store offering the coupon went out of business and this is now a different store.
Finally the lady decides to write a check. She hands it to the teenage check-out girl. This girl has never seen a check before. She has no idea what it is. She holds it up to the light. “I’m sorry Ma’am, but this is not a real $98.41 bill.”
The lady does not hear this, though. She is still frantically rummaging through her purse for her rewards card. Rewards cards are another thing tough to figure out. Special discount rates for reward card holders. All of my experiences with rewards cards go like this:
“Do you have a rewards card?”
“No.”
“Do you want to sign up for a free one now?”
“Sure.”
Then the next time I come to the store.
“Do you have a rewards card?”
“Yes, but I forgot it at home.”
“That’s okay. Just tell me your telephone number.”
I give my home number.
“I’m sorry that number is not in our system.”
I give my cell number.
“I’m sorry. That’s not in the system.”
“It’s probably my wife’s cell number. Hmmm. I have it on speed dial on my phone, but I forgot it in the car. I think it has a lot of fours and sevens.”
“Don’t worry. It’s okay. I’ll just scan my little card here.”
It’s like the world’s easiest test. All answers are accepted. It seems to qualify for the special rewards card rate all you have to do is be in the store and manage to find a checkout lane. Let’s save everyone some time and just do away with the test.
At least in the express lane, they should limit each customer to only two guesses at the phone number on their account. That would help a little.
It seemed simple enough—ten items or less. This should mean you can have ten items or any number of items that is less than ten, like four, or seven, or nine items for example. It is not ten items plus less than ten other items. I was confused. These seemed like nice educated people in line with me. Maybe they thought hand lotion, milk, orange juice, yogurt—these are all non-solids—one item.
I quickly discovered that express lanes are not fast lanes. This was not just baseless complaining. I had proof. As always, I tested my ability to pick a good line. I noted that I could have been behind that man in the red jacket, but I took the express lane, because I had only nine items (plus one item of fruits/vegetables/cans of soup). The man in the red jacket checked out. Then the two people behind him checked out. I was still reading the same magazine cover that I was when I got in my lane. I considered switching lanes. But I reminded myself that choosing a lane is like the stock market. I couldn’t worry about the ups and downs. I was in this for the long haul. No need to panic. Stay the course and all will even out. Two more people in the other lane check out. I could not read this magazine cover any longer.
I looked to the front of my line and discovered the problem. The lady at the front tells the cashier “I’m sorry I could not find the tomato soup. Can you please send someone?” Maybe that is why it an express lane. You can go straight to the line without even having to find all of your items. It is express in, but slow out.
The lady then uses a coupon. She is mystified that the cashier will not accept it, even though it is from 1994 and the store manager explains that the store offering the coupon went out of business and this is now a different store.
Finally the lady decides to write a check. She hands it to the teenage check-out girl. This girl has never seen a check before. She has no idea what it is. She holds it up to the light. “I’m sorry Ma’am, but this is not a real $98.41 bill.”
The lady does not hear this, though. She is still frantically rummaging through her purse for her rewards card. Rewards cards are another thing tough to figure out. Special discount rates for reward card holders. All of my experiences with rewards cards go like this:
“Do you have a rewards card?”
“No.”
“Do you want to sign up for a free one now?”
“Sure.”
Then the next time I come to the store.
“Do you have a rewards card?”
“Yes, but I forgot it at home.”
“That’s okay. Just tell me your telephone number.”
I give my home number.
“I’m sorry that number is not in our system.”
I give my cell number.
“I’m sorry. That’s not in the system.”
“It’s probably my wife’s cell number. Hmmm. I have it on speed dial on my phone, but I forgot it in the car. I think it has a lot of fours and sevens.”
“Don’t worry. It’s okay. I’ll just scan my little card here.”
It’s like the world’s easiest test. All answers are accepted. It seems to qualify for the special rewards card rate all you have to do is be in the store and manage to find a checkout lane. Let’s save everyone some time and just do away with the test.
At least in the express lane, they should limit each customer to only two guesses at the phone number on their account. That would help a little.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Practice Makes Perfect
Johnny bragged that he could hold his breath for a long time. “How long?,” asked the other children. I can hold it until the bell rings. “Oh, no! Don’t even try,” plead the children. But Johnny did try—and he failed. “Give me another shot,” Johnny asked. But again he failed. “One more try,” Johnny asked. This time he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and the bell rang immediately. "He did it! He did it!," the children sang. The third time Johnny did it easily. Practice does make perfect.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Topic: Solid Financial Planning in Tough Times and Weight Loss
If you want to lose weight, instead of getting a liposuction, go for a C-section. You lose weight with both, but with the C-section, you get a kid for free.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
How to scare a scare crow
One of the hardest things ever to do is scare a scare crow. I tried dressing up like fire, but I was burned too badly by the time I got to the cornfield to do anything. But he could probably hear my screaming from a distance and that probably at least unsettled him a little.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Cash Prize Poll - Sponsored by FTWNAFBP
Please take the poll located at the right of the page. Fortunetellers of Western North America for Big Profits (or "FTWNAFBP") is offering high payouts for those found to be "touched by the rainbow's wisdom." If you select the right answer, you may win up to $5,000.* There is no cost to enter--unless you pay me of course, which I would be glad to accept if you need a tax write off (won't work) or less money in your bank account for some reason. Please do not delay. This offer will not last long (if it even exists at all).
*Cash prize is conditioned upon you independently buying your own scratch lotto ticket and winning. Odds of winning vary by each ticket as do cash prizes--thus the prize is stated as "up to" $5,000. If you buy a scratch ticket offering prizes of over $5,000, then it is possible to win more than $5,000. Again, this is only if you win, and you must buy your own ticket. Do not send me used scratch shavings.
*Cash prize is conditioned upon you independently buying your own scratch lotto ticket and winning. Odds of winning vary by each ticket as do cash prizes--thus the prize is stated as "up to" $5,000. If you buy a scratch ticket offering prizes of over $5,000, then it is possible to win more than $5,000. Again, this is only if you win, and you must buy your own ticket. Do not send me used scratch shavings.
Monday, January 5, 2009
2009 Goals
I thought it would be a clever idea to make 2,009 goals for the year 2009. However, I started to lose steam before I even reached 1,000. So, here are my goals for this upcoming year.
1. Invent the computer.
2. Talk to an astronaut, and not just on a prank call.
3. Defeat the rainbow, once and for all.
4. Learn French but never use it.
5. Tie a new kind of knot each day of the year.
6. Learn how to untie at least some of the knots.
7. Go on a strict "No Food or Drink" diet for over 1,000 hours. (this equates to around 3 hours a day, which I plan on doing from 2 - 5 a.m.
8. Go river rafting on the Sudan.
9. Memorize an entire book (Where's Waldo, Volume IV.)
10. Somehow save lots of money by eating left handed.
11. Don't blow all of the money I made by inventing the computer.
12. Stop wasting money on buying soda, gas, and reptile cages.
13. No T.V. on Labor Day.
14. Lose 35 or 3 pounds, whichever comes first.
15. Give away two phony scholarships.
16. Make a volcano go off.
17. Videotape a monkey performing surgery.
18. Buy a healthcare.
19. Never quit on any of my goals unless they get pretty hard (or boring, or I lose the list).
20. Sip lemonade at the tennis club with all the bigshots without crying because it's so sour.
21. Write a book (in the sand with a stick on a beach somewhere warm).
22. Sue anyone who says they invented the computer.
May all your goals magically come true this year.
1. Invent the computer.
2. Talk to an astronaut, and not just on a prank call.
3. Defeat the rainbow, once and for all.
4. Learn French but never use it.
5. Tie a new kind of knot each day of the year.
6. Learn how to untie at least some of the knots.
7. Go on a strict "No Food or Drink" diet for over 1,000 hours. (this equates to around 3 hours a day, which I plan on doing from 2 - 5 a.m.
8. Go river rafting on the Sudan.
9. Memorize an entire book (Where's Waldo, Volume IV.)
10. Somehow save lots of money by eating left handed.
11. Don't blow all of the money I made by inventing the computer.
12. Stop wasting money on buying soda, gas, and reptile cages.
13. No T.V. on Labor Day.
14. Lose 35 or 3 pounds, whichever comes first.
15. Give away two phony scholarships.
16. Make a volcano go off.
17. Videotape a monkey performing surgery.
18. Buy a healthcare.
19. Never quit on any of my goals unless they get pretty hard (or boring, or I lose the list).
20. Sip lemonade at the tennis club with all the bigshots without crying because it's so sour.
21. Write a book (in the sand with a stick on a beach somewhere warm).
22. Sue anyone who says they invented the computer.
May all your goals magically come true this year.
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