EntrapmentEntrapmentI have the strangest luck, I swear.So my husband and I go out and when we get in the car he notices that he needs gas. No big deal. We go to the gas station, one that also has a car wash. My husband decides that he car could use a quick wash and we have time.So we drive into the car wash after punching in the code. The door in front of us is already closed, and once we drive in the door behind us closes. And then...Nothing.Nothing happens. And nothing continues to happen for a few minutes. My husband rocks the car back and forth a few times to try
AirframeAirframeI’m terrified of flying and yet I fly all of the time. I take drugs to help me. People are always asking my why I’m afraid of flying so I thought I’d put together a quick piece of my adventures in flight and some of those of my friends.Enjoy your next trip...bring Valium.***********“Um...folks, I’m afraid we’re going to have to circle around again. There seems to be a donkey on the runway. We’ll land as soon as they move him.” -Captain speaking after trying to land in West Caicos.Yes, try a carrot, I hear they love those.**********“We just heard from the tower and they h
Hot Cop Action...As you may or may not know I am currently in North Carolina at the nations largest Gem Show. If you have never been to this Gem Show you can't even begin to understand the scene. Pearls, Rubies, Emeralds, stones, Gold, Silver, Chains, Opals...as far as the eye can see. Tables and tables lined with millions of dollars worth of jewelry, gems, fossils, carvings. Larger than a football field all under one giant enclosed tent with air conditioning.And what I thought was little to no security.I was shopping a pearl table (at least 500 pounds of pearls were laid out on this table), I am with two of my best friends, my husband, and my cousi
One Mile They say the best way to know a man is to walk a mile in his shoes. But how to know a man if he can’t walk? One solution is to roll a mile on his wheels. Which is exactly what I spent my day doing. As part of my education in Occupational Therapy I was to take a wheelchair out into public and see the world from a different perspective. The first challenge of the day was simply getting the wheelchair from the fourth floor of the College of St. Catherine’s to my car at the far parking lot. Did I mention that it is about ten degrees and icy outside? I didn’t? Well…it is. Welcome to Minnesota. With my backpack drap
NightmareNightmare*crack!* "What the..."*gush!* "Wha...what's happening?"*splash!* "What is that? What time is it? ...2 am. Damn it."*drip, drip, drip...* "Oh...my...God!"It is every aqua-culturist's worst nightmare...an aquarium break. This happened to my friend last night at 2 o'clock in the morning when her 37 gallon salt water aquarium practically exploded. About 25 gallons worth of salt water and fish poured out onto her floor, soaking through and dripping down into the basement, soaking the carpet.Her house now smells like low tide at the pier. She has a NanoCube, which is one solid piece of glass molded into a bow fr
Phoenix War. Ch 1Phoenix WarChapter One Yei-la had never seen a storm like the one that was raging outside the castle tonight. She had crawled up into one of deep cut stone windows to get a better look. She watched in wonder as the rain lashed against both the window pane and the city of Talonest beyond it. The rain was coming down harder with every minute that past. She couldn't even see the ever present expanse of the ocean through the sheets of water. When lightning flashed across the tormented sky Yei-la scrambled back into the safety of the warm castle. Her older sisters always made fun of her for being such a scaredy cat. However, she wasn't
A Pirate's Life for Me...A Pirate's Life.... This story occurs about two years before I was born. I love listening to my parent's stories, they are much better than my own. This is one of my favourites. My parents spent many years crewing on a sail boat named the 'Mistress' (my first home). The Captain/owner of the 'Mistress' was a raging alcoholic named Greg. I'd make up a name for him to protect the innocent, but there is no need. First off, Greg is no innocent. Second, we think he's dead. Yes, I said *think*. About ten years ago his boat was found run up on a reef off of the coast of South America. He was not aboard, nor was anything of value. One o
Shark attack...or rather a shark bite...actually more of a nibble than bite...Okay, time for some True Life ramblings! A little about me: I was raised the Caribbean and sharks are one of my favourite creatures. Such grace, such beauty, such power. You have to admire them, even if you fear them. Personally I do not fear sharks. I'd rather swim with sharks than be in a room with a stranger human. The human is far more dangerous.Here's a quick list of sharks I've swum with:Bull SharkTiger SharkBlack TipGrey Reef SharkLemon SharkOceanic White Tip (very rare)Mako (another rare find for a diver)and of course Nurse SharkOut all of
The Future is...nowThe Future is...now!We live in a wonderful time, and I'm not just saying that...I can prove it.I have found the ultimate use for the Internet. Life, for me, is never going to be same. Sure I could be using it to do research on papers done by people with more PhDs than major appendages, or chatting with people from other parts of the world gaining a better understanding of my fellow man, or diagnosing myself with any number of rare conditions that I've never heard of, or just simply rotting my moral fiber with more porn than any one person could ever absorb.But I am not doing any of these things.What I am doing is having Eddys.com in
100 percent funI've found a new way to waste time in form of video entertainment:Here's the run down, Richard Dean Anderson plays a wise ass, ex-USAF special forces, astronomy enthusiast, from Minnesota that is pulled out of retirement for a series of top secret missions. Sound familiar? That's right I've been watching MacGyver.This show is great, no really, my sides are in stitches. An episode breaks down like this:27%- Making defensive weapons out of house hold items.23%- Escaping various life threatening situation using house hold items.6%- Being tied to something or someone.6%- Cutting various things with the world's sharpest Swiss Army k
Highly ExperimentalHighly Experimental Dr. Eric Desmon read his calculations for the thousandth time. He looked up at his computer simulation once more and shook his head. There had been so many failures, but he was almost certain that this next test was not going to be one of them. Eric looked over nervously at his long time lab partner, Dr. David Witmore. David was busy with a computer simulation of his own. The sound of him striking the ‘enter’ key as he ran the simulation over and over again had long since become one of those background noises that you don’t even hear.
Aurora Ch 1AuroraChapter One The weakness was returning. It always returned, and there was only one way to survive it. Tallutha slipped through the overgrown hollowed out building using the harsh shadows that the moon cast as cover. The skeletons of the ancient city that now supported a towering growth of thick vines were the perfect hunting grounds. No one knew exactly what had happened to the pervious world, most didn’t care. Tallutha had her beliefs about it, and it was what drove her to the cities rather than to the Wilds. The prey in the cities was more dangerous, but it was worth it. Closing her dark brown eyes she took a deep br
The GreyhoundThis is a True Story, of my second and LAST Greyhound bus trip. (The first was getting there from Indiana...it took 17 hours).The Greyhound It’s ten o’clock at night. There is a pleasant night breeze blowing, the stars are out, the crickets are singing to me. It would be the perfect night, except for one thing: I’m sitting in front of a gas station/liquor store/ammo shop/ATM/bus station...which is also Drive-Thru.In Tennessee.A praying mantis begins to crawl up the outside of my jeans. I don’t know why he thinks I would make fertile hunting grounds, but I let him be. I like praying mantis, I find them fascinat
Eliza, meet thy death...Eliza JS: Have a seat Mrs...Phoenix: Phoenix.Eliza JS: Have a seat Mrs...Phoenix: No, no 'Mrs.'...just Phoenix.Eliza JS: Alright, please have a seat Phoenix. My name is Eliz...Phoenix: I know who you are.Eliza JS: Um...okay, do you have a particular problem that you've come to see me about?Phoenix: Yes: you.Eliza JS: This isn't about me, it's about you.Phoenix: No. You, you are my problem. You are turn my She-kitties into psyco-babble nut cases. There is nothing wrong with them or their obessions.Eliza JS: I see...well...then let's talk about that some more.Phoenix: I'm not really a cat of words...I'm a cat
The PercheronToday I rode a Percheron gelding named Sampson. This is not your average horse. This is an 18 hand beast! His shoulders are about a foot and a half above my head. His neck at the poll is easily two feet above me. His hooves are like dinner plates.Just grooming this magnificent creature was a feat!Barebacking was really the only choice. So I crawled up on the trough and hauled myself up from there. It was like riding an elephant or a dragon or something! He was so large that it was like straddling a couch. The pure power was a thrill.And then I looked over at how far I'd have to fall...at least seven feet to the ground.Sampson
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