Courtesy of Shelle Michaels over at the Soldiers’ Angels network blog, Suzan French with the Saturday Evening Post is looking for stories to print in this weekend’s edition:
Currently in exploratory stage: Looking for uplifting military/veterans/patriotic stories. Whether you support the war or not, you MUST support the troops. Tell me about a joyful or poignant homecoming/celebration or maybe a tragic homecoming with a silver lining. What has the Dept of Veteran Affairs done to help a returning soldier and/or his/her family? What are local communities doing to support troops overseas? Helpful tips for veterans/families are welcome, but this is NOT going to be a political or government piece, so PLEASE no war/administration/government bashing.
We can all identify with that, right?
If you have a story you would like to submit, please contact Suzan French at suzanwithz@gmail.com. Her deadline is 12:00 pm (EST) tomorrow, May 16.
I can’t remember if I posted about this already — Jim and I are heading down to New Orleans in a couple of months. His high school reunion is coming up, so we’re gonna take off for an extended weekend together. I’m really excited. I’ve always LOVED New Orleans, and this time I’ll get to meet some of Jim’s high school friends and see where he grew up.
PLUS!!! A handful of Cotillion sisters live down that way, so I’m uber-excited about meeting up with some of the gals!
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
So now I’m mapping out driving routes and checking out cheap flights. We’ve already found and booked a hotel room.
Growing up, my father used to say that PMS was something that women “made up” or that it was all in our minds.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.
PMS makes us behave in very strange ways. The moody roller coaster from Hades. The bizarre cravings. Crying every time a certain commercial comes on the TV. God help me, I can recall from memory several really bad experiences I’ve had thanks to PMS.
It makes us do really stupid things …
… like me waking my husband up at 3:30 in the morning so I can let him know that I’m still mad at him.
Ever have one of those moments where you realized you had just done something really stupid?
Yeah, I had one of those moments last night. I was up late playing around on my laptop“>laptop with a SharePoint template and for whatever reason, I decided that it would be a good idea to play around with the MS themes which control the look of the backend (admin) stuff. Really stupid. It overwrote a few things in my template.
Even worse: my backup was a tad bit older than I originally thought. Colossally stupid.
So I am spending today trying to clean up my mess. I knew better than NOT to check my backups before screwing with templates and themes in ANY system, much less SharePoint.
A biker is riding by the zoo, when he sees a little girl leaning into the lion’s cage. Suddenly, the lion grabs her by the cuff of her jacket and tries to pull her inside to slaughter her, under the eyes of her screaming parents.
The biker jumps off his bike, runs to the cage and hits the lion square on the nose with a powerful punch. Whimpering from the pain, the lion jumps back letting go of the girl, and the biker brings her to her terrified parents, who thank him endlessly.
A New York Times reporter has seen the whole scene, and addressing the biker, says, “Sir, this was the most gallant and brave thing I saw a man do in my whole life.”
“Why, it was nothing, really, the lion was behind bars. I just saw this little kid in danger, and acted as I felt right.”
“Well, I’ll make sure this won’t go unnoticed. I’m a journalist from the New York Times, you know, and tomorrow’s paper will have this on the first page. What motorcycle do you ride and what political affiliation do you have?”
“A Harley Davidson and I am a Republican.”
The journalist leaves.
The following morning the biker buys The New York Times to see if it indeed brings news of his actions, and reads, on first page:
‘REPUBLICAN BIKER GANG MEMBER ASSAULTS AFRICAN IMMIGRANT AND STEALS HIS LUNCH!’
