My boys and I found this to be incredibly cool!!!
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Showing posts with label Shortarmguy's Favorite Links. Show all posts
May 13, 2012
Distances in the Universe
August 7, 2011
Nice Email about a Boy from India
http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/3715180/Boy-born-with-34-fingers-and-toes.html?OTC-RSS&ATTR=News#ixzz1TDTd5L53
July 16, 2011
Photo of a Bald Eagle at Fort Snelling National Cemetary
A Picture from the
Star Tribune taken on a June morning at the Fort Snelling National Cemetery in
Minneapolis.
July 1, 2011
For you Kaleidoscope lovers....
This is really incredible! It is truly amazing that someone
could not only create this, but make it to change when you move your mouse /
cursor. It's real computer technology and, if you like, you can just sit back
and let it change by itself. Either way it is awesome!!! Very nice, and pure
genius! ALSO, IF YOU PUT YOUR CURSOR RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE, IT IS TRULY AMAZING.
Be sure to run your mouse over the screen slowly--ENJOY!!
Click here: http://inoyan.narod.ru/kaleidoskop.swf
June 7, 2011
June 5, 2011
Soldier's Heartbreaking Goodbye Letter To His Wife and Baby Daughter
'Daddy will always love you': Soldier's heartbreaking goodbye letter to his baby daughter from beyond the grave after he dies in Afghanistan.
Two days after she laid her beloved soldier husband to rest Emma Weaver opened the laptop he'd had in Afghanistan and was overcome with emotion.
There were two Word documents on the desktop, one called 'Dear Emma,' the other marked 'Dear Kiley' for the couple's baby daughter.
Mrs Weaver realized her darling husband Todd, who was killed by an IED on his second tour of Afghanistan in September 2010, had written both his leading ladies goodbye letters in the event of his death.
Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1393166/Soldiers-messages-love-baby-daughter-widow-grave-dies-Afghanistan.html#ixzz1OMIRFKAo
Two days after she laid her beloved soldier husband to rest Emma Weaver opened the laptop he'd had in Afghanistan and was overcome with emotion.
There were two Word documents on the desktop, one called 'Dear Emma,' the other marked 'Dear Kiley' for the couple's baby daughter.
Mrs Weaver realized her darling husband Todd, who was killed by an IED on his second tour of Afghanistan in September 2010, had written both his leading ladies goodbye letters in the event of his death.
Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1393166/Soldiers-messages-love-baby-daughter-widow-grave-dies-Afghanistan.html#ixzz1OMIRFKAo
May 29, 2011
Joplin Tornado - Common Persons/Uncommon Valor - St.Johns Hospital Doctor
http://nicedeb.wordpress.com/2011/05/26/232-people-still-unaccounted-for-in-joplin-in-wake-of-sundays-tornado/
COMMON PERSONS / UNCOMMON VALOR.
St.John's Hospital Doctor
Sent: Friday, May 27, 2011 7:39 PM
To: All City Employees
Subject: Joplin... PLEASE READ.....
To all,
My wife works for Sisters of Mercy, which is the company that owns St. John's Hospital. She sent me this attached document that an ER doctor wrote in reference to the Tornado in Joplin. I felt like everyone should read this...
45 Seconds: Memoirs of an ER Doctor from May 22, 2011.
My name is Dr. Kevin Kikta, and I was one of two emergency room doctors who were on duty at St. John's Regional Medical Center in Joplin, MO on Sunday May 22,2011.
You never know that it will be the most important day of your life until the day is over. The day started like any other day for me: waking up, eating, going to the gym, showering, and going to my 4 00pm ER shift. As I drove to the hospital I mentally prepared for my shift as I always do, but nothing could ever have prepared me for what was going to happen on this shift. Things were normal for the first hour and half. At approximately 5:30 pm we received a warning that a tornado had been spotted. . Although I work in Joplin and went to medical school in Oklahoma, I live in New Jersey, and I have never seen or been in a tornado. I learned that a "code gray" was being called. We were to start bringing patients to safer spots within the ED and hospital.
At 5: 42pm a security guard yelled to everyone, "Take cover! We are about to get hit by a tornado!" I ran with a pregnant RN, Shilo Cook, while others scattered to various places, to the only place that I was familiar with in the hospital without windows, a small doctor's office in the ED. Together, Shilo and I tremored and huddled under a desk. We heard a loud horrifying sound like a large locomotive ripping through the hospital. The whole hospital shook and vibrated as we heard glass shattering, light bulbs popping, walls collapsing, people screaming, the ceiling caving in above us, and water pipes breaking, showering water down on everything. We suffered this in complete darkness, unaware of anyone else's status, worried, scared. We could feel a tight pressure in our heads as the tornado annihilated the hospital and the surrounding area. The whole process took about 45 seconds, but seemed like eternity. The hospital had just taken a direct hit from a category EF-4 tornado.
Then it was over. Just 45 seconds. 45 long seconds. We looked at each other, terrified, and thanked God that we were alive. We didn't know, but hoped that it was safe enough to go back out to the ED, find the rest of the staff and patients, and assess our loses.
"Like a bomb went off. " That's the only way that I can describe what we saw next. Patients were coming into the ED in droves. It was absolute, utter chaos. They were limping, bleeding, crying, terrified, with debris and glass sticking out of them, just thankful to be alive. The floor was covered with about 3 inches of water, there was no power, not even backup generators, rendering it completely dark and eerie in the ED. The frightening aroma of methane gas leaking from the broken gas lines permeated the air; we knew, but did not dare mention aloud, what that meant. I redoubled my pace.
We had to use flashlights to direct ourselves to the crying and wounded. Where did all the flashlights come from ? I'll never know, but immediately, and thankfully, my years of training in emergency procedures kicked in. There was no power, but our mental generators, were up and running, and on high test adrenaline. We had no cell phone service in the first hour, so we were not even able to call for help and backup in the ED.
I remember a patient in his early 20's gasping for breath, telling me that he was going to die. After a quick exam, I removed the large shard of glass from his back, made the clinical diagnosis of a pneumothorax (collapsed lung) and gathered supplies from wherever I could locate them to insert a thoracostomy tube in him. He was a trooper; I'll never forget his courage. He allowed me to do this without any local anesthetic since none could be found. With his life threatening injuries I knew he was running out of time, and it had to be done. Quickly. Imagine my relief when I heard a big rush of air, and breath sounds again; fortunately, I was able to get him transported out. I immediately moved on to the next patient, .an asthmatic in status asthmaticus. We didn't even have the option of trying a nebulizer treatment or steroids, but I was able to get him intubated using a flashlight that I held in my mouth. A small child of approximately 3-4 years of age was crying; he had a large avulsion of skin to his neck and spine. The gaping wound revealed his cervical spine and upper thoracic spine bones. I could actually count his vertebrae with my fingers. This was a child, his whole life ahead of him, suffering life threatening wounds in front of me, his eyes pleading me to help him.. We could not find any pediatric C collars in the darkness, and water from the shattered main pipes was once again showering down upon all of us. Fortunately, we were able to get him immobilized with towels, and start an IV with fluids and pain meds before shipping him out. We felt paralyzed and helpless ourselves. I didn't even know a lot of the RN's I was working with. They were from departments scattered all over the hospital. It didn't matter. We worked as a team, determined to save lives. There were no specialists available-- my orthopedist was trapped in the OR. We were it, and we knew we had to get patients out of the hospital as quickly as possible. As we were shuffling them out, the fire department showed up and helped us to evacuate. Together we worked furiously, motivated by the knowledge and fear that the methane leaks could cause the hospital could blow up at any minute.
Things were no better outside of the ED. I saw a man man crushed under a large SUV, still alive, begging for help; another one was dead, impaled by a street sign through his chest. Wounded people were walking, staggering, all over, dazed and shocked. All around us was chaos, reminding me of scenes in a war movie, or newsreels from bombings in Bagdad. Except this was right in front of me and it had happened in just 45 seconds . My own car was blown away. Gone. Seemingly evaporated. We searched within a half mile radius later that night, but never found the car, only the littered, crumpled remains of former cars. And a John Deere tractor that had blown in from miles away.
Tragedy has a way of revealing human goodness. As I worked , surrounded by devastation and suffering , I realized I was not alone. The people of the community of Joplin were absolutely incredible. Within minutes of the horrific event, local residents showed up in pickups and sport utility vehicles, all offering to help transport the wounded to other facilities, including Freeman, the trauma center literally across the street. Ironically, it had sustained only minimal damage and was functioning (although I'm sure overwhelmed). I carried on, grateful for the help of the community. At one point I had placed a conscious intubated patient in the back of a pickup truck with someone, a layman, for transport. The patient was self- ventilating himself, and I gave instructions to someone with absolutely no medical knowledge on how to bag the patient until they got to Freeman.
Within hours I estimated that over 100 EMS units showed up from various towns, counties and four different states. Considering the circumstances, their response time was miraculous. . Roads were blocked with downed utility lines, smashed up cars in piles, and they still made it through.
We continued to carry patients out of the hospital on anything that we could find: sheets, stretchers, broken doors, mattresses, wheelchairs-anything that could be used as a transport mechanism.
As I finished up what I could do at St John's, I walked with two RN's , Shilo Cook and Julie Vandorn, to a makeshift MASH center that was being set up miles away at Memorial Hall. We walked where flourishing neighborhoods once stood, astonished to see only the disastrous remains of flattened homes, body parts, and dead people everywhere. I saw a small dog just wimpering in circles over his master who was dead, unaware that his master would not ever play with him again. At one point we tended to a young woman who just stood crying over her dead mother who was crushed by her own home. The young woman covered her mother up with a blanket and then asked all of us, "What should I do?" We had no answer for her, but silence and tears.
By this time news crews and photographers were starting to swarm around, and we were able to get a ride to Memorial Hall from another RN. The chaos was slightly more controlled at Memorial Hall. I was relieved to see many of my colleagues, doctors from every specialty, helping out. It was amazing to be able to see life again. It was also amazing to see how fast workers mobilized to set up this MASH unit under the circumstances. Supplies, food, drink, generators, exam tables, all were there-except pharmaceutical pain meds. I sutured multiple lacerations, and splinted many fractures, including some open with bone exposed, and then intubated another patient with severe COPD, slightly better controlled conditions this time, but still less than optimal.
But we really needed pain meds. I managed to go back to the St John's with another physician, pharmacist, and a sheriff's officer. Luckily, security let us in to a highly guarded pharmacy to bring back a garbage bucket sized supply of pain meds.
At about midnight I walked around the parking lot of St. John's with local law enforcement officers looking for anyone who might be alive or trapped in crushed cars. They spray painted "X"s on the fortunate vehicles that had been searched without finding anyone inside. The unfortunate vehicles wore "X's" and sprayed-on numerals, indicating the number of dead inside, crushed in their cars, cars which now resembled flattened recycled aluminum cans the tornado had crumpled in her iron hands, an EF4 tornado, one of the worst in history, whipping through this quiet town with demonic strength. I continued back to Memorial hall into the early morning hours until my ER colleagues told me it was time for me to go home. I was completely exhausted. I had seen enough of my first tornado.
How can one describe these indescribable scenes of destruction? The next day I saw news coverage of this horrible, deadly tornado. It was excellent coverage, and Mike Bettes from the Weather Channel did a great job, but there is nothing that pictures and video can depict compared to seeing it in person. That video will play forever in my mind.
I would like to express my sincerest gratitude to everyone involved in helping during this nightmarish disaster. My fellow doctors, RN's, techs, and all of the staff from St. John's. I have worked at St John's for approximately 2 years, and I have always been proud to say that I was a physician at St John's in Joplin, MO. The smart, selfless and immediate response of the professionals and the community during this catastrophe proves to me that St John's and the surrounding community are special,. I am beyond proud.
To the members of this community, the health care workers from states away, and especially Freeman Medical Center, I commend everyone on unselfishly coming together and giving 110% the way that you all did, even in your own time of need. St John 's Medical Center is gone, but her spirit and goodness lives on in each of you.
EMS, you should be proud of yourselves. You were all excellent, and did a great job despite incredible difficulties and against all odds.
For all of the injured who I treated, although I do not remember your names (nor would I expect you to remember mine) I will never forget your faces. I'm glad that I was able to make a difference and help in the best way that I knew how, and hopefully give some of you a chance at rebuilding your lives again. For those whom I was not able to get to or treat, I apologize whole heartedly.
Last, but not least, thank you, and God Bless you, Mercy/St John for providing incredible care in good times and even more so, in times of the unthinkable, and for all the training that enabled us to be a team and treat the people and save lives.
Sincerely,
Kevin J. Kikta, DO
Department of Emergency Medicine
Mercy/St Johns Regional Medical Center, Joplin, MO
Jinx #204
Sgt. R. Juengst "Jinx", DSN #204
Patrol Division (B-Platoon) / SRT
St. Charles Police Department
1781 Zumbehl Rd.
St. Charles, Mo. 63303
ray.juengst@stcharlescitymo.gov
Mobile (314) 713-5479
Office (636) 949-3322
COMMON PERSONS / UNCOMMON VALOR.
St.John's Hospital Doctor
Sent: Friday, May 27, 2011 7:39 PM
To: All City Employees
Subject: Joplin... PLEASE READ.....
To all,
My wife works for Sisters of Mercy, which is the company that owns St. John's Hospital. She sent me this attached document that an ER doctor wrote in reference to the Tornado in Joplin. I felt like everyone should read this...
45 Seconds: Memoirs of an ER Doctor from May 22, 2011.
My name is Dr. Kevin Kikta, and I was one of two emergency room doctors who were on duty at St. John's Regional Medical Center in Joplin, MO on Sunday May 22,2011.
You never know that it will be the most important day of your life until the day is over. The day started like any other day for me: waking up, eating, going to the gym, showering, and going to my 4 00pm ER shift. As I drove to the hospital I mentally prepared for my shift as I always do, but nothing could ever have prepared me for what was going to happen on this shift. Things were normal for the first hour and half. At approximately 5:30 pm we received a warning that a tornado had been spotted. . Although I work in Joplin and went to medical school in Oklahoma, I live in New Jersey, and I have never seen or been in a tornado. I learned that a "code gray" was being called. We were to start bringing patients to safer spots within the ED and hospital.
At 5: 42pm a security guard yelled to everyone, "Take cover! We are about to get hit by a tornado!" I ran with a pregnant RN, Shilo Cook, while others scattered to various places, to the only place that I was familiar with in the hospital without windows, a small doctor's office in the ED. Together, Shilo and I tremored and huddled under a desk. We heard a loud horrifying sound like a large locomotive ripping through the hospital. The whole hospital shook and vibrated as we heard glass shattering, light bulbs popping, walls collapsing, people screaming, the ceiling caving in above us, and water pipes breaking, showering water down on everything. We suffered this in complete darkness, unaware of anyone else's status, worried, scared. We could feel a tight pressure in our heads as the tornado annihilated the hospital and the surrounding area. The whole process took about 45 seconds, but seemed like eternity. The hospital had just taken a direct hit from a category EF-4 tornado.
Then it was over. Just 45 seconds. 45 long seconds. We looked at each other, terrified, and thanked God that we were alive. We didn't know, but hoped that it was safe enough to go back out to the ED, find the rest of the staff and patients, and assess our loses.
"Like a bomb went off. " That's the only way that I can describe what we saw next. Patients were coming into the ED in droves. It was absolute, utter chaos. They were limping, bleeding, crying, terrified, with debris and glass sticking out of them, just thankful to be alive. The floor was covered with about 3 inches of water, there was no power, not even backup generators, rendering it completely dark and eerie in the ED. The frightening aroma of methane gas leaking from the broken gas lines permeated the air; we knew, but did not dare mention aloud, what that meant. I redoubled my pace.
We had to use flashlights to direct ourselves to the crying and wounded. Where did all the flashlights come from ? I'll never know, but immediately, and thankfully, my years of training in emergency procedures kicked in. There was no power, but our mental generators, were up and running, and on high test adrenaline. We had no cell phone service in the first hour, so we were not even able to call for help and backup in the ED.
I remember a patient in his early 20's gasping for breath, telling me that he was going to die. After a quick exam, I removed the large shard of glass from his back, made the clinical diagnosis of a pneumothorax (collapsed lung) and gathered supplies from wherever I could locate them to insert a thoracostomy tube in him. He was a trooper; I'll never forget his courage. He allowed me to do this without any local anesthetic since none could be found. With his life threatening injuries I knew he was running out of time, and it had to be done. Quickly. Imagine my relief when I heard a big rush of air, and breath sounds again; fortunately, I was able to get him transported out. I immediately moved on to the next patient, .an asthmatic in status asthmaticus. We didn't even have the option of trying a nebulizer treatment or steroids, but I was able to get him intubated using a flashlight that I held in my mouth. A small child of approximately 3-4 years of age was crying; he had a large avulsion of skin to his neck and spine. The gaping wound revealed his cervical spine and upper thoracic spine bones. I could actually count his vertebrae with my fingers. This was a child, his whole life ahead of him, suffering life threatening wounds in front of me, his eyes pleading me to help him.. We could not find any pediatric C collars in the darkness, and water from the shattered main pipes was once again showering down upon all of us. Fortunately, we were able to get him immobilized with towels, and start an IV with fluids and pain meds before shipping him out. We felt paralyzed and helpless ourselves. I didn't even know a lot of the RN's I was working with. They were from departments scattered all over the hospital. It didn't matter. We worked as a team, determined to save lives. There were no specialists available-- my orthopedist was trapped in the OR. We were it, and we knew we had to get patients out of the hospital as quickly as possible. As we were shuffling them out, the fire department showed up and helped us to evacuate. Together we worked furiously, motivated by the knowledge and fear that the methane leaks could cause the hospital could blow up at any minute.
Things were no better outside of the ED. I saw a man man crushed under a large SUV, still alive, begging for help; another one was dead, impaled by a street sign through his chest. Wounded people were walking, staggering, all over, dazed and shocked. All around us was chaos, reminding me of scenes in a war movie, or newsreels from bombings in Bagdad. Except this was right in front of me and it had happened in just 45 seconds . My own car was blown away. Gone. Seemingly evaporated. We searched within a half mile radius later that night, but never found the car, only the littered, crumpled remains of former cars. And a John Deere tractor that had blown in from miles away.
Tragedy has a way of revealing human goodness. As I worked , surrounded by devastation and suffering , I realized I was not alone. The people of the community of Joplin were absolutely incredible. Within minutes of the horrific event, local residents showed up in pickups and sport utility vehicles, all offering to help transport the wounded to other facilities, including Freeman, the trauma center literally across the street. Ironically, it had sustained only minimal damage and was functioning (although I'm sure overwhelmed). I carried on, grateful for the help of the community. At one point I had placed a conscious intubated patient in the back of a pickup truck with someone, a layman, for transport. The patient was self- ventilating himself, and I gave instructions to someone with absolutely no medical knowledge on how to bag the patient until they got to Freeman.
Within hours I estimated that over 100 EMS units showed up from various towns, counties and four different states. Considering the circumstances, their response time was miraculous. . Roads were blocked with downed utility lines, smashed up cars in piles, and they still made it through.
We continued to carry patients out of the hospital on anything that we could find: sheets, stretchers, broken doors, mattresses, wheelchairs-anything that could be used as a transport mechanism.
As I finished up what I could do at St John's, I walked with two RN's , Shilo Cook and Julie Vandorn, to a makeshift MASH center that was being set up miles away at Memorial Hall. We walked where flourishing neighborhoods once stood, astonished to see only the disastrous remains of flattened homes, body parts, and dead people everywhere. I saw a small dog just wimpering in circles over his master who was dead, unaware that his master would not ever play with him again. At one point we tended to a young woman who just stood crying over her dead mother who was crushed by her own home. The young woman covered her mother up with a blanket and then asked all of us, "What should I do?" We had no answer for her, but silence and tears.
By this time news crews and photographers were starting to swarm around, and we were able to get a ride to Memorial Hall from another RN. The chaos was slightly more controlled at Memorial Hall. I was relieved to see many of my colleagues, doctors from every specialty, helping out. It was amazing to be able to see life again. It was also amazing to see how fast workers mobilized to set up this MASH unit under the circumstances. Supplies, food, drink, generators, exam tables, all were there-except pharmaceutical pain meds. I sutured multiple lacerations, and splinted many fractures, including some open with bone exposed, and then intubated another patient with severe COPD, slightly better controlled conditions this time, but still less than optimal.
But we really needed pain meds. I managed to go back to the St John's with another physician, pharmacist, and a sheriff's officer. Luckily, security let us in to a highly guarded pharmacy to bring back a garbage bucket sized supply of pain meds.
At about midnight I walked around the parking lot of St. John's with local law enforcement officers looking for anyone who might be alive or trapped in crushed cars. They spray painted "X"s on the fortunate vehicles that had been searched without finding anyone inside. The unfortunate vehicles wore "X's" and sprayed-on numerals, indicating the number of dead inside, crushed in their cars, cars which now resembled flattened recycled aluminum cans the tornado had crumpled in her iron hands, an EF4 tornado, one of the worst in history, whipping through this quiet town with demonic strength. I continued back to Memorial hall into the early morning hours until my ER colleagues told me it was time for me to go home. I was completely exhausted. I had seen enough of my first tornado.
How can one describe these indescribable scenes of destruction? The next day I saw news coverage of this horrible, deadly tornado. It was excellent coverage, and Mike Bettes from the Weather Channel did a great job, but there is nothing that pictures and video can depict compared to seeing it in person. That video will play forever in my mind.
I would like to express my sincerest gratitude to everyone involved in helping during this nightmarish disaster. My fellow doctors, RN's, techs, and all of the staff from St. John's. I have worked at St John's for approximately 2 years, and I have always been proud to say that I was a physician at St John's in Joplin, MO. The smart, selfless and immediate response of the professionals and the community during this catastrophe proves to me that St John's and the surrounding community are special,. I am beyond proud.
To the members of this community, the health care workers from states away, and especially Freeman Medical Center, I commend everyone on unselfishly coming together and giving 110% the way that you all did, even in your own time of need. St John 's Medical Center is gone, but her spirit and goodness lives on in each of you.
EMS, you should be proud of yourselves. You were all excellent, and did a great job despite incredible difficulties and against all odds.
For all of the injured who I treated, although I do not remember your names (nor would I expect you to remember mine) I will never forget your faces. I'm glad that I was able to make a difference and help in the best way that I knew how, and hopefully give some of you a chance at rebuilding your lives again. For those whom I was not able to get to or treat, I apologize whole heartedly.
Last, but not least, thank you, and God Bless you, Mercy/St John for providing incredible care in good times and even more so, in times of the unthinkable, and for all the training that enabled us to be a team and treat the people and save lives.
Sincerely,
Kevin J. Kikta, DO
Department of Emergency Medicine
Mercy/St Johns Regional Medical Center, Joplin, MO
Jinx #204
Sgt. R. Juengst "Jinx", DSN #204
Patrol Division (B-Platoon) / SRT
St. Charles Police Department
1781 Zumbehl Rd.
St. Charles, Mo. 63303
ray.juengst@stcharlescitymo.gov
Mobile (314) 713-5479
Office (636) 949-3322
May 26, 2011
Incredible Photos of Joplin, Missouri Tornado Aftermath
So sad.
I guess Home Depot isn't someplace you want to be during a tornado...
May 14, 2011
Play Angry Birds On Your PC
Just in case you haven't seen this yet, you now have the ability to play Angry Birds on your PC for free.
You must use the Google Chrome Browser and go to this website to play:
http://chrome.angrybirds.com/
Enjoy!
Shortarmguy
You must use the Google Chrome Browser and go to this website to play:
http://chrome.angrybirds.com/
Enjoy!
Shortarmguy
May 13, 2011
April 24, 2011
Happy Easter --- Shortarmguy Diary Update for April 24, 2011
Happy Easter
Shortarmguy Diary Update for April 24, 2011
On Thursday, we celebrated our Golden Retriever Sunny's 6th Birthday. It was the highlight of our week.
On Friday night, we were all excited to enjoy outdoor baseball in Minnesota! We pulled into the parking ramp right outside Target Field and were surprised to see they'd raised the price to $15.00. We figured it was worth it though to go see the Twins win!!! Right after we parked the car, someone pulled alongside us and told us the game had just been postponed due to rain. Best of all, the parking ramp people told us there were going to be no refunds! But to be honest with you, spending 15 minutes inside the parking ramp and having the chance to take a quick glimpse at Target Field seemed well worth $15.00. I felt like I was screwing them!
So instead of watching baseball in the rain, we went to Fuddruckers to get our Malts On! Mmmmm, so chocolatey!
When we asked the boys if they wanted to dye eggs for this Easter, they told us no way. They thought they were too old to dye eggs. But then Grandma asked them if she could come over and dye eggs with them and they jumped at the chance. I guess if grandma isn't too old to do it, then they shouldn't be either. Because Grandma is really old!
On Sunday we woke up early to go to church for the Easter service, but as usual I made us late to arrive. So we ended up having to sit in the very front row. At least we had a nice view of the Easter Lilies!
We decided to get pretty fancy for our Easter meal and went with Grandma Linda to the Mystic Lake Casino Buffet. The food was good, but the line sucked!
When we came home from lunch, we played ball in the back yard. Because as we learned from our years watching the Brady Bunch, mom always said "Don't play ball in the house!"
Sunny is excited that Spring is finally here and the ice is off the lake.
I discovered the hard way that the water is still a little too cold for my taste. When we arrived at the lake, I noticed this raft was right next to the shore. I thought it would be fun to stand on it while I threw Sunny the ball. So I stepped off the wall and on to the raft. The thing I didn't anticipate was my momentum pushing me and that little raft about 15 feet out. The water was pretty calm so there I was going to sit. I looked up the hill and hoped for a moment that Miss Sheri would wander down and rescue me. She didn't. It looked like I was going to be stuck there unless I did something about it. So I reached my poor little arm into that frigid water and paddled like a mad man. After about 10 minutes of trying to tug my winter weight, I finally was close enough to take a leap towards land. I missed and soaked one leg up to my knee. I then had the opportunity to stand with a wet shoe and sock and throw my dog the ball from shore.
Favorite Blog Posts of the Week
March 15, 2011
Japan Earthquake: before and after
These before and after pictures show how bad things are in Japan currently...
February 26, 2011
Shocking mug shots reveal toll of drug abuse
If this doesn't turn kids away from drugs, I don't know what would!
February 17, 2011
Email Response to Post: Egyptian Enforcement Wear
Hey, fun pics from Egypt – but they made me think of this article. It was posted by my sister and tells about how the young people organized the revolt via social media…..and INSTRUCTED thru FB, etc. on how to get ready to revolt against the government. Wearing water bottles was one idea mentioned! No buns/baguettes…but I guess ya gotta improvise when you don’t have much.
Anyhow, it’s an interesting read about how social media is bringing about change – not a funny article, but just enlightening…interesting, whatever you want to call it. So thought you might like it, in light of these pictures!
jyll
The article about Egypt:
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/02/14/world/middleeast/14egypt-tunisia-protests.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1
My Response:
That is a fascinating article! I'm really encouraged by what is happening in the Middle East. I believe all of these protests are going to lead to a wave of democracy over there. I can't believe all these young people who have access to the Internet now and can now see what's real in the world will want to focus on bringing death and destruction to the west. Instead, they'll want to focus on bringing peace and prosperity to their own countries. Then what a wonderful world it will be!
Thanks!!
Todd Swank
Anyhow, it’s an interesting read about how social media is bringing about change – not a funny article, but just enlightening…interesting, whatever you want to call it. So thought you might like it, in light of these pictures!
jyll
The article about Egypt:
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/02/14/world/middleeast/14egypt-tunisia-protests.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1
My Response:
That is a fascinating article! I'm really encouraged by what is happening in the Middle East. I believe all of these protests are going to lead to a wave of democracy over there. I can't believe all these young people who have access to the Internet now and can now see what's real in the world will want to focus on bringing death and destruction to the west. Instead, they'll want to focus on bringing peace and prosperity to their own countries. Then what a wonderful world it will be!
Thanks!!
Todd Swank
January 28, 2011
January 25, 2011
January 17, 2011
Who is trying to sell the identiy of the artist Banksy on Ebay for a million bucks?
So I was just checking Alexa to see what the hottest pages on the internet are currently and stumbled across this Ebay Auction:
I thought that was a very odd auction, so I did a search on "the identity of banksy" and found this article:
Where I learned:
Banksy is the pseudonym for a British street artist known for painting traditionally satirical and black humor paintings on the walls of buildings across the world. The artwork relies on a stencil-like style and has become a bit of a cult phenomenon, even spurring the creators of the Simpsons to commission an opening couch gag from the eccentric artist.
But the identity of Banksy has never been revealed. Even when creating the couch gag episode, the Simpsons creators went through a series of representatives for the artist and never had direct contact with him (or her.) That’s actually been part of the appeal of the enigmatic artist — that, and Banksy’s contempt for auctioneers that try to sell his art for profit.
Well, no identity is safe on the Internet. The Internet’s detective skills are well-known and even infamous from time to time. The seller claims he has confirmed Banksy’s identity by matching the price he sold his artwork with some tax records. That’s a pretty crafty way to go about doing it, though the seller didn’t give any additional details about how he arrived at the tax information.
Regardless of the validity of the claim, it’s already attracted 38 bids and the price has gone all the way up to a cool $999,999.00. The auction started just last week and ends on Wednesday. The winner will receive a piece of paper that will have the name of Banksy on it — because eBay originally wouldn’t let jaybuysthings sell something that wasn’t a physical object.
here's a video I found on Youtube titled "Who is Banksy?"
So somebody answer the question?
Who is trying to sell the identiy of the artist Banksy on Ebay for a million bucks?
December 28, 2010
December 4, 2010
Get ready to experience a hallucination
Get ready to experience a hallucination.
1.- Click on the link below
2.- Then "click me to get trippy"
3.- Look at the Moving center of the screen for 30 seconds, and then..
4.- Look at your hand holding the mouse, without moving it away from the mouse..
NOT BEFORE!
( it is called "cenesthetic hallucination")
click> http://www.neave.com/strobe/
1.- Click on the link below
2.- Then "click me to get trippy"
3.- Look at the Moving center of the screen for 30 seconds, and then..
4.- Look at your hand holding the mouse, without moving it away from the mouse..
NOT BEFORE!
( it is called "cenesthetic hallucination")
click> http://www.neave.com/strobe/
November 22, 2010
Damn You Auto Correct!
How often does your iPhone's Auto Correct feature cause you to send a text you didn't intend?
Apparently, you're not alone...
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