Tracey left for work about 15 minutes ago. She has to go in for a couple hours to help get a patient hooked up to dialysis. He has some clotting in his access port and the new nurse has never had to deal with that before so Tracey is going to show her how. She should be home by noon as that is about what a “couple hours” usually turns out to be.
I have to make sure I get Ben out of bed at 6:00 this morning so he can go to school. He will be taking a bus to the Cat plant in Mossville. I’m not sure if it is the engine plant or the technical center. They will be going to Milwaukee for the next robotics competition and this portion is sponsored by Cat. Ben isn’t sure but he thinks this one will be about using a robot to move water. He really likes this robot stuff and I’m sure there could be a good career in building and / or programming them. We shall see how it goes.
Aaron used his Christmas money to order a video camera last evening. It is a small camera that will produce video files suitable for computer use such as YouTube (which I think is behind this!) I know he really enjoys editing and splicing together clips to make movies and I don’t mind a bit that he won’t be using our camera ... ;-)
I continue to stumble into problems with my conversion of this Blog to a php database system. I will continue to work on it a little at time and, as always, thank you for showing me my mistakes and being patient with the problems.
Democratic presidential candidate U.S. Senator Barack Obama (D-IL) is cheered by supporters after he won the Democratic Iowa caucuses in Des Moines, Iowa January 3, 2008. Obama’s wife Michelle (R) and daughters Malia (L) and Sasha are seen with him.
A farmer ordered a high-tech milking machine. Since the equipment arrived when his wife was out of town, he decided to test it on himself first. So, he inserted his “manhood” into the equipment, turned on the switch and everything else was automatic. Soon, he realized that the equipment provided him with much more pleasure than his wife did. When the fun was over, though, he quickly realized that he couldn’t remove the instrument from his ‘member’.
He read the manual but didn’t find any useful information on how to disengage himself. He tried every button on the instrument, but still without success.
Finally, he decided to call the supplier’s Customer Service Hot Line with his cell phone (Thank god for cell phones!). “Hello, I just bought a milking machine from your company. It works fantastic, but how do I remove it from the cow’s udder?”
“Don’t worry,” replied the customer service rep, “The machine will release automatically once it’s collected two gallons.”
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