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Tim – Australian for "body armor"

Does anyone remember those Foster beer commercials “Foster’s – Australian for Beer” Below is one (or a spoof on one):

I think my friend Tim’s pictures should be captioned with “Australian For Bruise.” This is one tough character! He was playing soccer with a broken collar bone! Now for us Americans the translation of “soccer” is “football.” We aren’t talking about the white and black ball that you can’t touch with your hands; soccer means pig skin! [apparently I buggered that one]

Visit Tim and wish him well!

Ad found: here Looks like possibly the original work is by CaseyBatey.com
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Apparently it is the morning for everyone to wake …

Apparently it is the morning for everyone to wake early. The 13 yr old awoke just in time to sit with the 7 yr old and listen to their 10 yr old sister talk on the Radio. The 10 yr old girl did a better job than the DJ! (proud Dad!) She really did well. She enunciated and gave full answers with the exception of one brief session of “uh huh”s. She would make a wonderful radio personality!

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A New Day! Let’s start the day off with a PayPa…

A New Day!

Let’s start the day off with a PayPal donation link:

This Morning

Woke at 5 and made sure the wife and 10 yr old were getting ready. Woke again at 5:25. The 10 yr old girl will be on a radio show this morning on WRJZ Radio (on AM station 620) talking about Girl Scouts. Very exciting!

The 7 yr old woke during our morning preparations and would not go back to sleep.

Last Night

Spent some silly time taping printouts from MapBlast together to help the wife in the morning.

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What do you like to see in a blog?

What keeps you interested in a person’s blog? Is it the writing style? How much of it is the content? Do the news blurbs or special subjects make the difference? Is it following their day to day activities? Or getting a peak into their psyche? (I’ll correct that word as soon as the wife tells me the correction) A chance to compare your life to theirs? A soap opera in the making? Educational material? Or links links links?

Let me know in comments. Perhaps you can help mold this blog to your own personal perference!

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I just spent an excruciatingly long time with my 1…

I just spent an excruciatingly long time with my 13 yr old. Mind you, the time with him was pleasant. The time trying to remember algebra had the calcium deposits in my brain pouring out my ears. Pushed Alzheimer’s back 3 years! (yes, I just screwed up my medical science also but the 13 yr old hasn’t gotten there yet).

Moments like this are what make me long to continue a work from home job. I couldn’t do this with a regular job. Even if they had a flex schedule that would let me make up the time the opportunity would not have presented itself.

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Mis-interpreted News

U.S. to Send Military Team to Haiti


WASHINGTON (AP) – The Bush administration said Thursday it would send a military team to Haiti …

Irie!

Juggler’s made up interview with soldiers:

“‘assess the security of the U.S. Embassy’ Riiight! We need a break from having to jump out of the way of falling helicopters! PaarTE!”

“Ya mon! Dar be no smokable plants in Iraq. Only sand!”

“Stress break. Had to be done!”

Credits: picture from http://ak.imgfarm.com/. Original article see on http://apnews1.iwon.com/

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Today’s Joke

Compliments of Fireblades.org (see thread at: http://www.fireblades.org/forums/showpost.php?p=118317&postcount=171 )


Two tall trees, a birch and a beech, are growing in the woods. A

small tree begins to grow between them, and the beech says to the

birch, “Is that a son of a beech or a son of a birch?”

The birch says he cannot tell. Just then a woodpecker lands on the

sapling. The birch says, “Woodpecker, you are a tree expert. Can you

tell if that is a son of a beech or a son of a birch?”

The woodpecker takes a taste of the small tree. He replies, “It is

neither a son of a beech nor a son of a birch. It is, however, the

best piece of ash I have ever put my pecker in.”