My Husband "Subvet" says that when our first son "Sonshine" was born the sun rose on our world, when our second son "Gator" was born the sun laughed and when our daughter "Sugars" was born all the flowers bloomed. That says it all.

"Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass...
It's about learning how to dance in the rain."
Anonymous

Your mind is the garden, your
thoughts are the seeds, the harvest can either be flowers or weeds. — William
Wordsworth

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

MightyMom's Believe it or Not!......



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8 comments:

Penless Thoughts said...

Is this really true? This to me is unbelievable.
Susan

Diane J. said...

I'm wondering if this one is for real, too. Hmmm......Enquiring minds want to know....

I'm thinking after the motorcycle thing the wife may have blown him off the pot purposely. ;D

Hugs,

Diane

jennifer said...

Even if fiction, a wonderful read!

Heather K said...

Okay... I'm trying to figure this one out....You're NOT the writer who's pictured....so does that make you the wife in the story....? Mind you I've noticed that you've got a goofy sense of humour as I've read your posts so.....? hmmmm I'm stumped....

jennifer said...

Sarah...come over to penofjen...I mention you!

MightyMom said...

Y'all are crazier than I am!!

I have no idea about this one. I got it in an email from my (crazy) Grandad.

I have serious doubts about it's turthfulness, if only because paramedics don't drop stretchers.

I did ask a long time paramedic one time to tell me some funny stories. One was about a guy they had to break a toilet apart to get his foot out of it. Apparently he was standing on the seat to reach something and slipped.

But I'm with Diane, if Subvet ever drove his motorcycle in the house to clean the carborator, he'd definitely have a surprise coming to him!!

Subvet said...

Reminds me of a biker I knew back in 76, this guy was stationed with me in Connecticut and went riding one winter weekend down on Long Island with a couple of other bikers.

Walt (my shipmate) had his bike break down midway through the ride. Having no other way to tow it, he and the other two took some extra long bungie cords and tied them to the handlebars. Down the Long Island Expressway they go, looking like some kind of "Slinky" on wheels. Finally came to a local Notell Motel that accepted their business (they wore their biker leathers & colors, that was why a mess of other motels were too full for them. Just a guess on Walt's part).

Anyway, the three snuck the bike into the room where they tore the carburetor down to parade rest, cleaned it out (using the cutup sheets from the beds for rags), overhauled it, and at about three in the morning got it to run. As the lights went on in the adjoining rooms (the test run was done indoors) our three intrepid knights of the road beat feet down the highway, leaving a severely trashed out room behind.

They'd paid cash for the room so the motel ate the cost of the sheets and cleaning up the place. Wasn't exactly a four-star facility to start with, like I said it was the Notell Motel.

And Walt used to wonder why bikers had such a bad reputation. He was something of a character.

PEA said...

ROFL omigosh that is too funny! It probably is true, it's amazing what paramedics see every day! lol Love it!! xox