Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Think Before You Speak...Or Eat!

Well good Monday morning. Yes, that's right...I said Monday, even thought today is Tuesday. I actually posted this yesterday but here's some breaking news...LOL...not 15 minutes after I posted this post, part of the content showed up Over Here!!! LOL...that's the mark of a desperate person!

LOL...so I used another one that I had forgotten i was supposed to use...yea..that means you Paula! Anyhow...it was a great and relaxing weekend. I gotten a lot of work done on my manuscript with the help of a very cool friend who has a daughter who loves broccoli!

Speaking of food...have you seen the bruhaha over the Rat Party at KFC/Taco Bell in New York City...Egads...I'll never eat fast food again!

Think before you speak...

Here are six reasons why you should think before you speak - the last one is great!
Have you ever spoken and wished that you could immediately take the words back...
or that you could crawl into a hole?

Here are the Testimonials of a few people who did....


I walked into a hair salon with my husband and three kids in tow and asked loudly,

"How much do you charge for a shampoo and a blow job?"

I turned around and walked back out and never went back. My husband didn't say a word...he knew better.


I was at the golf store comparing different kinds of golf balls and I was unhappy with the women's type I had been using. After browsing for several minutes, I was approached by one of the good-looking gentlemen who works a t the s tore. He asked if he could help me. Without thinking, I looked at him and said,

"I think I like playing with men's balls."


My sister and I were at the mall and passed by a store that sold a variety of candy and nuts. As we were looking at the display case, the boy behind the counter asked if we needed any help.

I replied, "No, I'm just looking at your nuts."

My sister started to laugh hysterically. The boy grinned, and I turned beet-red and walked away. To this day, my sister has never let me forget.


While in line at the bank one afternoon, my toddler decided to release some pent-up energy and ran amok. I was finally able to grab hold of her after receiving looks of disgust and annoyance from other patrons. I told her that if she did not start behaving "right now" she would be punished.

To my horror, she looked me in the eye and said in a voice just as threatening,
"If you don't let me go right now, I will tell Grandma that I saw you
kissing Daddy's pee-pee last night!"

The silence was deafening after this enlightening exchange. Even the tellers stopped
what they were doing. I mustered up the last of my dignity and walked out of the bank with my daughter in tow. The last thing I heard when the door closed behind me,
were screams of laughter.


Have you ever asked your child a question too many times?

My three-year-old son had a lot of problems with potty training and I was on him constantly. One day we stopped at Taco Bell for a quick lunch in between errands

It was very busy, with a full dining room. While enjoying my taco, I smelled something funny, so of course I checked my seven-month-old daughter, she was clean.
Then realized that Danny had not asked to go potty in a while. I asked him if he needed to go, and he said "No".

I kept thinking, "Oh Lord, that child has had an accident, and I don't have any clothes with me." Then I said, "Danny, are you SURE you didn't have an accident?"

"No," he replied.

I just KNEW that he must have had an accident, because the smell was getting worse.
Soooooo, I asked one more time, "Danny, did you have an accident?"

This time he jumped up, yanked down his pants, bent over, spread his cheeks and yelled, "SEE MOM, IT'S JUST FARTS!!"

While 30 people nearly choked to death on their tacos laughing, he calmly pulled up his pants and sat down. An old couple made me feel better, thanking me for the best laugh they'd ever had !


This had most of the state of Michigan laughing for 2 days and a very embarrassed female news anchor who will, in the future, likely think before she speaks.

What happens when you predict snow but don't get any! We had a female news anchor that, the day after it was supposed to have snowed and didn't, turned to the weatherman and asked:

"So Bob, where's that 8 inches you promised me last night?"

Not only did HE have to leave the set, but half the crew did too they were laughing so hard!


  1. Bernita said...
    Oh. Dear. Me.
    Soul Reflections said...
    Anonymous said...
    glad you enjoyed those, Bonnie.
    Paris David said...
    Funny funny.

    Here's my goofy testimony:

    I was so excited to get an interview with Christian singer Israel Houghton, I told my editor friend:

    "I did that whole interview on my knees!"

    He gave me an odd look.

    I forgot to tell him it was a phone interview.
    Joe said...
    Eight inches...hmm.

    Sounds like a snow job to me.
    M. C. Pearson said...
    I'm crying from laughing SO hard!
    Ballpoint Wren said...
    That's a splogger, Bonnie. They've got automated bots crawling the web to find content for their sites, so they can generate revenue without actually, you know, WORKING for it.

    Don't link to them, lady, because that's what they want.

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