Posted on 06/06/2013 10:53:34 PM PDT by Mad Dawgg
Twitter is running rampant with #NSACalledToTellMe tweets
Here are some examples:
#NSACalledToTellMe they need to use my bathroom -- the van's portapotty has exceeded its limit
#NSACalledToTellMe Kudos on eating a salad with no dressing instead of The Blue Bell Rocky Road Icecream in my freezer.
#NSACalledToTellMe they're not the NSA, don't know anything and would I please do the damn dishes.
#nsacalledtotellme that my spare set of car keys fell in between the couch cushions!
#NSACalledToTellMe to press 1 if my wiretapping experience was agreeable. If not, please notify next-of-kin of impending absence.
#NSACalledToTellMe their data center is totally CFC & sodium free.
#NSACalledToTellMe my college is paid for, credit card debt forgiven and my range rover will be in the drive tomorrow... #riiight
#NSACalledToTellMe I have a boring life and none of my communications are worth keeping.
#NSACalledToTellMe To move a little to the right. My shoulder was blocking the webcam.
#NSACalledToTellMe that my turds are a threat to national security, and demanded I relinquish them to the government.
#NSACalledToTellMe Adolf Hitler would have given his left nut for their data mining technology.”
#NSACalledToTellMe Just because Obama is running the country doesn't mean he knew about this!!
#NSACalledToTellMe. Sorry about missing that Boston bombing thing, we were too busy with you and your grandma.
#NSACalledToTellMe They were jamming my prayers b4 they make it to God so just stop praying already.
#NSACalledToTellMe I don't have to worry about backing up important documents, they've got me covered.
Sorry about your migraine. Tell the story when you’re feeling better, dear.
I just learned something vitally, fiscally important, though it has taken about three episodes for it to sink in. Maybe even four.
I learned never, ever again to try and take my second dose of herbal pills within two hours after a meal. If I’m going to take them, my stomach needs to be empty. It doesn’t do me much good to buy the pills, take them after I have eaten, only to lose them almost instantaneously.
(Sorry, folks. I’m here to share the bad with the good.)
I thought maybe it was just the migraine, but I don’t recall having a migraine the last few times it happened.
(This could be expensive...)
Thank you, dear ones. Don’t worry! I don’t pay too much attention to nully. ;-p
Just don’t eat the ammo.
eat the soap.
Thanks. It may lose something during the time, so I will relate it now, while lightning bolts are still a relative topic.
When my sister and I were growing up, we lived in a small town that boasted a large race track, complete with stalls for all the visiting horses and room for the rigs that brought them. As luck would have it, our house was on the north end of the track, across the street, and if we went upstairs and sat on the bay window roof, we could see the horses as they came around the turn to the home stretch.
We also had a “secret entrance” under a fence and through a small culvert that opened into the back of a short row of stalls, so we never missed any races. Or any rodeos, either, since the arena was a quarter mile beyond the track complex.
If we went in the main personnel gate, it was a rather (for that time) elaborate labrynth of passages that ended under the grandstand.
Since we spent so much time at the track (lots of jockeys kept their horses there during training) we knew every inch of the acreage.
One summer morning, my sister wanted to go to the track, and I wanted to tag along. She was 10, I think, so I was nine. She didn’t want to drag me along with her. For some reason, I KNEW I had to go with her. And finally our mother told her to take me.
She hot-footed it out of the house, hoping to leave me in her dust, but even then, I was almost as tall as she was, and could keep up with her. She griped at me the entire time. I didn’t care. I was on a mission. I HAD to be with her. Period.
The morning was a little cloudy, but not bad, and the sun hadn’t risen above the mountains to the east, though it was close to 7:00 am.
As we neared the ticket booth, she had managed to get about three feet ahead of me, and I panicked so I said something (I don’t recall what) to make her angry. By then we were headed into the labrynth, and all I knew was that I had to stop her.
She turned around and began to berate me for being a tag-along and as she was speaking, a bolt of lighting 4” across hit the ground where she would have been if she hadn’t turned. That bolt pulsed forever, it seemed, growing thick and thin with sparks coming off it in all directions, and at the same time, the clap of thunder hit.
Until a few years ago, she never knew that bolt struck where she would have been, had I not been with her. She never saw it, though she did hear it.
At that point, I said, “I’m going home.” My job was done, although I had no clue that I even HAD a “job.”
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
I like Nully. He knows the value of chocolate. Especially dark, expensive chocolate that can’t be shipped to Vegas in the summer...
That's scary!
I want to say I love nully but nully would get for that. Lightening bolts and all.
Just because of the lightning show we had last night. Being up on the southeast bench of the valley, we get the deluge but it all runs downhill.
Last night’s show was spectacular, but moreso this morning when I watched the local news and saw what had missed us.
sun shine
In Honor of the Undead ... UNDEAD (full album) ... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ii5ATu4FUzg
Oh, dear. Learning experiences ... we all haz them.
On to the laundry again, in spite of Pat ...
I now have more laundry. This is not turning out to be a very good day, for some reason. I may be better off just going to bed, but I don’t want to, yet.
Dang and I’m doing laundry too. Thanks for the reminder. Have to start another load.
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