Ouch

A firefighter was working on the engine outside the station, when he noticed a little girl nearby in a little red wagon with little ladders hung off the sides, and a garden hose tightly coiled in the middle.

The girl was wearing a firefighters helmet. The wagon was being pulled by her dog and her cat.

The firefighter walked over to take a closer look. 'That sure is a nice fire truck,' the firefighter said with admiration.
'Thanks,' the girl replied.
The firefighter looked a little closer. the girl had tied the wagon to her dog's collar and to the cat's testicles.
'Little partner,' the firefighter said, 'I don't want to tell you how to run your rig, but if you were to tie that rope around the cat's collar, I think you could go faster.'
'You're probably right, but then I wouldn't have a siren .'

A Story

If any of you have ever been to a military funeral in which taps was played; this brings out a new meaning of it.

Here is something Every Canadian should know. Until I read this, I didn't know, but I checked it out and it's true:
We in the Canada have all heard the haunting song, 'Taps.' It's the song that gives us the lump in our throats and usually tears in our eyes.
But, do you know the story behind the song? If not, I think you will be interested to find out about its humble beginnings.
Reportedly, it all began in 1862 during the American Civil War, when Union Army Captain Robert Ellicombe was with his men near Harrison's Landing in Virginia. The Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land.
During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moans of a soldier who lay severely wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate soldier, the Captain decided to risk his life and bring the stricken man back for medical attention. Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the Captain reached the stricken soldier and began pulling him toward his encampment.
When the Captain finally reached his own lines, he discovered it was actually a Confederate soldier, but the soldier was dead.
The Captain lit a lantern and suddenly caught his breath and went numb with shock. In the dim light, he saw the face of the soldier. It was his own son. The boy had been studying music in the South when the war broke out. Without telling his father, the boy enlisted in the Confederate Army.
The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked permission of his superiors to give his son a full military burial, despite his enemy status. His request was only partially granted.
The Captain had asked if he could have a group of Army band members play a funeral dirge for his son at the funeral. The request was turned down since the soldier was a Confederate. But, out of respect for the father, they did say they could give him only one musician.
The Captain chose a bugler. He asked the bugler to play a series of musical notes he had found on a piece of paper in the pocket of the dead youth's uniform.
The wish was granted

Thanks to Armand Lono for the story & Norm Dero for the photo.

H1N1

Yesterday I got my A-H1N1 flue shot.
I first called my LaSalle CLSC to find out where I could receive my inoculation and if I qualified for front line receipt. I was told I could go to the LaSalle General Hospital (room 123) and indeed as a health care worker (I’m a floor clerk at a pharmacy, go figure)

I went to the hospital and parked at the hockey arena (too cheap to pay parking at the hospital)
As I walked to the doors of the LGH I prepared my mind to wait hours to get my shot.
I was informed that the clinic was in the basement next to the cafeteria. I took the elevator down one floor and followed the signs to the room. At the entrance I was asked my a security guard for my medi-care card and proof I was a health care worker ( I had brought a pay slip to prove the same)

I held my breath approaching the room to await a huge line-up. There was NONE I was received immediately and my credentials recorded.

I got the shot and was informed I had to wait fifteen minutes prior to departure, for which they had space in the cafeteria area.

Total time from entering to exiting the hospital, thirty-five minutes,including the fifteen minute waiting period, not the hours and hours seen in the media.

Then I went to Moores to spend my fifty dollar gift certificate. Got gas, and spent some at the SAQ

Bravo to The Marketing Dept.

On Monday I received from Moores Clothing an envelope.
An ad I said, but I opened it anyway. Imagine my surprise when I found a fifty dollar gift certificate. A catch I says, a call I made

To my surprise there are no minimum purchases, not a buy one get one free, a gift pure & simple.

I believe it is part of a rewards program I enrolled in several years ago. I guess I must have spent five hundred dollars, an amount I would have spent anyway and this was their way of saying thanks (a 10% pay back)

Moores is a great place to shop the selection is full and their staff more then helpful,

There is I should mention one qualification, I have to use the certificate before May 31st 2010.
Kudos to Moores

An October Groan

A guy from Czechoslovakia was visiting his cousin the lawyer in California, and they went for a hike in Yellowstone Park.

While they were hiking they were attacked by two bears, one male and one female. The male bear dismembered and ate the Czechoslovakian guy, but the lawyer managed to escape.

He ran straight to the nearest Rangers station, and told them what had happened, and they sent out a group of Rangers to see what was going on.

Sure enough, the Rangers arrived at the place that the lawyer mentioned, and there were the female and the male bears. So one of the Rangers took his rifle and shot the female.

So the other Rangers asked, "Why did you shoot the female? He said that the male ate his friend."

To which the Ranger replies, "Would you believe a lawyer if he told you that the Czech is in the male?"