Mrs_Sanny_Dy's Blog

A woman was helping her husband set up his computer, and at the appropriate point in the process,she told him that he would now need to enter a password. Something he could remember easily and will use each time he has to log on. The husband was in a rather amorous mood and figured he would try for the shock effect to bring this to his wife's attention. So, when thecomputer asked him to enter his password, he made it plainly obvious to his wife that he was keying in....

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His wife fell off her chair laughing when the computer replied: PASSWORD REJECTED. NOT LONG ENOUGH......

I'm sure you have all heard of how high the poverty level is in Manila.

The city is slowly developing into a modern society, but the Philippines is still a very poor country.

If you ever visit the Philipines, pass by a cemetery and you will see people living in mausoleums.

The picture below is of a man who lives in the cemetery. He is the caretaker of a local cemetery and he says that his family, along with a few other families, live there in exchange for their services.

Yep.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

@ 2:30pm. I will be going under the knife.

What for? I have gallstones and they found a lump in my right breast. The biopsy confirmed that it isn't cancerous, but it still needs to be removed.

It's going to be such fun!

So starting tomorrow, I will be MIA for a few days. Well at least until Monday.

Until then...have a wonderful week everyone!

When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know.

I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it..

A Woman answered, saying "Hello." .

I politely said, "This is Sanny. Could I please speak with Joe Carter?" .

Suddenly the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. .

I then tracked down JOe's correct number and called her. I had transposed the last two digits of his phone number. After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again. When the same woman answered the phone, I yelled, "You're an a**hole!" and hung up. .

I wrote her number down with the word 'a**hole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call her up and yell, "You're an a**hole!" It always cheered me up. .

One time, I blocked my number and said, "Hi, this is Carol Smith from the telephone company. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?" .

She yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone. .

I quickly called her back and said, "That's because you're an a**hole!" .

One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some woman in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot. .

The idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in her car window, so I wrote down her number. .

A couple of days later, right after calling the first a**hole ( I had her number on speed dial,) I thought that I'd better call the BMW a**hole too. .

I said, "Is this the woman with the black BMW for sale?" .

"Yes, it is." .

"Can you tell me where I can see it?" .

"Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in front." .

"What's your name?" I asked. .

"My name is Sue Hansen," she said. .

"When's a good time to catch you, Sue?" .

"I'm home every evening after five." .

"Listen, Sue, can I tell you something?" .

"Yes?" .

"Sue, you're an a**hole." Then I hung up, and added her number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two a**holes to call. .

But after several months of calling them, it wasn't as enjoyable as it used to be. So, I came up with an idea. .

I called A**hole 1. .

"Hello." .

"You're an a**hole!" (But I didn't hang up.) .

"Are you still there?" she asked. .

"Yeah," I said. .

"Stop calling me," she screamed. .

"Make me," I said. .

"Who are you?" she asked. .

"My name is Sue Hansen." .

"Yeah? Where do you live?" .

"A**hole, I live at 1802 West 34th Street, a yellow house, with my black Beamer parked in front." .

SHe said, "I'm coming over right now, Sue. And you had better start saying your prayers." .

I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, a**hole." .

Then I called A**hole 2. .

"Hello?" she said. .

"Hello, a**hole," I said. .

She yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..." .

"You'll what?" I said. .

"I'll kick your a**," she exclaimed. .

I answered, "Well, a**hole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now." .

Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I Lived at 1802 West 34th Street, and that I was on my way over there to kill my lesbian lover. .

Then I called Channel 7 News about the gang war going down on West 34th Street. .

I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th street. There I saw two a**holes beating the crap out of each other in front of six squad cars, a police helicopter and a news crew. .

NOW I feel much better. Anger management really works !!

I'm sure you've all heard that before. Someone tries something new and their first response usually is "It tastes like chicken". I was thinking about it last night during dinner. We were having fried frog legs...yes...frog legs... My 4 yr. old son was having it for the first time and after knawing on a leg for about 5 mins, he suddenly said "Mommy, fwoggies taste like chicken!" Which is true in a way. They do taste a little bit like chicken, but there is a little difference. To me, they taste a little bit like rabbit. Yes...I ate thumper. But my question is, Who are we to compare everything to chicken? How do we know these frog legs taste like chicken? Maybe chicken just tastes like frog...or rabbit tastes like frog. Hmmm.....