tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18041953483169965942023-10-02T06:03:52.864-07:00Laughter - the Best Medicine"For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors and laugh at them in our turn?" (Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice)Tamrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467089083063814790noreply@blogger.comBlogger243125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804195348316996594.post-64957460430397144292016-12-23T07:10:00.000-08:002016-12-23T07:10:55.865-08:00My NephewToday's post is credited to my nephew's homework assignment. Here's the back story - a few years ago he cut his head open and getting stitches left an impression. When asked to complete his homework, well, see for yourself. :)<br />
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<br />Tamrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467089083063814790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804195348316996594.post-20595407975640972522016-03-17T10:42:00.000-07:002016-03-17T10:47:04.543-07:00Why Reading is ImportantWhen it's in the middle of the night and you're so very tired and just want to find the bottle with the blue label ...<br />
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Thankfully I caught that one before it was too late. Really - what were their designers thinking? I'm guessing someone was having a good laugh.<br />
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This one I didn't catch. So I asked my son to get me a jar of chicken for chicken and dumplings. He brings it up from the basement for me and I dump the juice in - of course it adds so much yumminess! Then I start to flake the chicken into the pot only it doesn't quite look like chicken. Thankfully none of the actual meat got into the pot - but the juice sure is potent. And it was the big pot. The one that even with teenagers who'll gobble this stuff up there is sure to be leftovers for at least 4 days. It may be longer this time.<br />
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What was suppose to get used - the unlabeled chicken on the right. What got used? The steel-head juice.Tamrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467089083063814790noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804195348316996594.post-50941298677054265282015-04-18T08:35:00.000-07:002015-04-18T08:35:00.560-07:00When mail really should be delivered right the first time.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Tamrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467089083063814790noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804195348316996594.post-28377858262193118892015-04-17T08:17:00.002-07:002015-04-17T08:17:30.424-07:00I'll take it dinner was good. :)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Tamrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467089083063814790noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804195348316996594.post-85229007049070620892015-03-20T07:59:00.000-07:002015-03-20T07:59:00.041-07:00Loves all God's Creatures <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Tamrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467089083063814790noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804195348316996594.post-21397684668562529632014-06-27T10:11:00.002-07:002014-06-27T10:11:15.754-07:00DatedThis morning my daughter and I were talking and the topic of voice mail (not an answering machine) greetings came up. I mentioned how our home phone has a generic nice, more professional greeting and how my cell phone has a fun, more personal greeting - which starts as "Heeellllllooooooooo!" I explained how it came from a Seinfeld episode years ago. Her response, "Mom, nobody knows what that is."<br />
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Then last night, she was going through a box of books my mother-in-law gave us, which includes some books on CD and some on tape. She found a few of the latter that sounded interesting to her and came to me asking, "Mom, what is a c-a-s-s-e-t-t-e?" My husband overhearing this tells her it is a "cass-ette" and starts laughing. After that dies down, she wants to know how to use one. I tell her there is a tape player in the garage. Mentioning a tape player - that brings up a whole new round of questions, haha. For the next 10 minutes she was in the garage trying to figure out how to work "the old dinosaur" while Dustin and I laughed.Tamrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467089083063814790noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804195348316996594.post-40529817398573579292014-03-05T19:31:00.000-08:002014-03-05T19:31:05.082-08:00Know what this is?The hunt for cute and modest dresses is never ending. And affordable. That's a criteria too. :) Tonight we found a cute skirt and shirt combo, even though my daughter really wanted a dress. Well blue moons are pretty rare, and so is an occasion when my daughter and I both agree on clothing, so of course yes I will buy it!<br />
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When we're checking out, I ask the sales lady if she thinks the top and skirt go well together. I think it does, but I am not a fashion expert by any stretch of the imagination. Yes, I know that's such a shocker for those of you who know me ha ha.<br />
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She looks at them and slowly tells me, "Yes, those go well together. Or you can wear this (holding up the skirt) as a dress ..."<br />
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We didn't know it was a dress! Completely oblivious! Lol, my daughter is the same height as me right now and, well, that just isn't very tall. Regular stuff is always too long so when it was dragging on the ground I told my daughter it's for tall people and to just pull it up a bit. :)<br />
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I still bought it, and yes, it's a skirt for us. And it looks great on her, especially with the top we bought. She'll look very nice and modest at her next band concert - hey, wearing her stuff!<br />
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Tamrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467089083063814790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804195348316996594.post-48396499938850074112014-01-26T15:46:00.000-08:002014-01-26T15:46:07.860-08:00Sunday FunTwo funny things that happened at church today:<br />
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First, this baby we got to play with during Sacrament meeting got a fist full of my husbands beard and wouldn't let go. Those of us watching thought it was pretty funny as she pulled and pulled ...<br />
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Second, a little girl was giving her talk in primary.<br />
Her mom, prompting her, "Today I am going to talk about"<br />
Little girl, "Today I talk about"<br />
Mom, "The Plan of Salvation"<br />
Little girl, "The Plan of Celebration"<br />
:) I think it fits.Tamrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467089083063814790noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804195348316996594.post-63014821275360196122013-10-07T19:27:00.001-07:002013-10-07T20:08:09.625-07:00How much trouble I can get you in vs. how much trouble I'll get in, and the winner is:There are two family members talking in the other room within earshot, this is where my attention was grabbed:<br />
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Family member #1: "... I'll tell mom on you."<br />
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Family member #2: "Ya, you have a lot of room to talk downing the only Hershey's chocolate there is in the house."<br />
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Now there are several parts of this conversation that are pretty funny to me. First, family member #2 is my son. Family member #1 is my husband! Lol, so my son will get in trouble from me but not from him? Ya, there are several times when it's that way so I can see that. Then, my son knows his ammunition well enough to know he won't get tattled on if he uses what he has - chocolate. The last of it and you're daring to eat it. The implication is clear - you're not telling on me anytime soon Dad. <br />
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I'm still laughing.Tamrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467089083063814790noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804195348316996594.post-39915670385153237972013-08-28T14:19:00.002-07:002013-08-28T14:19:47.653-07:00Blueberry PancakesI just finished talking to my son about what to have for dinner. Blueberry pancakes are really sounding yummy but he doesn't care for blueberries and wasn't too thrilled about that idea. While trying to sell the idea, I let him know it would be very easy to make him regular pancakes. (And thinking, he's made pancakes several times, he should know this... ) He tells me, "Ya I know. You add the toppings after pouring the batter. I learned about it from a computer game I use to play."<div>
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Tamrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467089083063814790noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804195348316996594.post-33716827800684817942013-08-21T03:51:00.002-07:002013-08-21T03:51:31.024-07:00Overheard Piece of Conversation<div style="text-align: center;">
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Tamrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467089083063814790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804195348316996594.post-62177171305925171992013-08-15T21:13:00.000-07:002013-08-15T21:13:33.888-07:00EggsThere's a certain 6 year old boy that my daughter considers her little brother. Today that little guy was helping her collect the chickens eggs. Now it's very normal for him to ask me if he can bring this or that to his house so it took me a little by surprise when he came in today, carrying an egg in each hand, and asked me: "Can I have these to egg my house?"<br />
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Me: "Do you know what that means, to egg your house?"<br />
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Him: "Ya, it means to throw eggs at my house."<br />
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Me: "I don't think your mom would like that very much."<br />
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Him: "No, she's okay with it."Tamrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467089083063814790noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804195348316996594.post-30763780124194374932013-08-15T20:51:00.001-07:002013-08-15T21:25:01.936-07:00Thanks for Hulk!My nephew, 2 years old, slammed his finger in the bedroom door. It ripped his fingernail off completely.<br />
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My brother-in-law was there and had an army military issued first aid kit and after taking care of the finger, wrapped up his hand in the green wrap to make sure he didn't pick at the finger. My 2 year old nephew's response? After staring at it for a minute he replies:<br />
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And proceeded to walk around punching everything he saw repeating very excitedly, "Hulk! Smash!"Tamrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467089083063814790noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804195348316996594.post-36408840142860116302013-07-08T18:53:00.002-07:002013-07-08T18:53:56.164-07:00Ahh the Joy :)<div style="text-align: center;">
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"So does my mom."</div>
Tamrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467089083063814790noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804195348316996594.post-2815834831948492702013-05-14T18:48:00.001-07:002013-05-14T18:48:42.645-07:00Better late than never?<div style="text-align: center;">
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A complementary 2013 calendar with year long savings! </div>
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As an added bonus, it starts with December 2012.</div>
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Tamrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467089083063814790noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804195348316996594.post-64151562175800221622013-04-29T15:28:00.001-07:002013-05-10T14:18:09.745-07:00Today's awkward moment brought to you by - unisex dressingAs I'm headed home today, I'm thinking I have time to get a few errands done before my kids get home, and away I go.<br />
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While I'm in the store, nature strikes and so I make my way to the bathroom. TMI? Well it's part of the story and that's the only reason why I'm bringing it up.<br />
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The bathroom is a single entrance, women to the left, men go to the right. I turn to the left and stop dead in my tracks. Standing a few yards in front of me with their back to me is a dude! Crap! I look around and don't see any urinals, and I'm pretty sure I went the way the girl sign was, thinking what do I do when there's a dude in the girl's bathroom? And the guy turns around. And it isn't a guy. It's a girl! And it must have been pretty obvious that I thought she was a he because she kindly tells me, "You're in the right place." <br />
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I've been caught and say the only thing that comes to mind, "Sorry."<br />
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She starts to walk out, gets by the door, when she turns and with a fair amount of anger in her voice said, "Didn't you see the sign?"<br />
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My reply, "I wasn't paying too much attention." <br />
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What do you do? Casually toss out, "Hey - thought you were a dude - my bad."<br />
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Tamrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467089083063814790noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804195348316996594.post-51435665274390596462013-04-27T11:52:00.000-07:002013-04-27T11:52:23.700-07:00Um, You're Welcome?"Mom, can I say thank you?"<br />
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"Of course. You always can."<br />
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"Well thank you mom."<br />
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"For?"<br />
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"Teaching me stuff."<br />
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"You're welcome."<br />
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"I mean, I've gotten away with a lot of stuff this year because of one piece of advice you gave me."<br />
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"Really. What's that?"<br />
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"If a teacher comes by and you act like nothings going on, they won't think anything is going on. I mean, it works most of the time and I've gotten away with so much stuff this year. Thank you!"Tamrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467089083063814790noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804195348316996594.post-35443090644784092372013-02-02T15:58:00.000-08:002013-02-02T15:58:04.119-08:00Here's Something for You ...Okay, so here's a little something. And I'm sharing this just for your entertainment value, just saying up front.<br />
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Here it is, February 2. Groundhog's Day. Guess what we have? <br />
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Our Christmas tree is still lit up and fully decorated in our living room. No plans yet for when it's coming down. It's starting to droop, so it really should be soon.<br />
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We're just starting to make jokes about it now. Like, we're planning ahead for next year. Or, it's taken root. (yup, had to go there ha ha)Tamrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467089083063814790noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804195348316996594.post-38559832836459612172013-01-11T12:24:00.000-08:002013-01-11T12:24:08.278-08:00Nature or Nurture?With classes done for the day, I'm walking out towards my car and went to grab my keys. I'll share my thoughts with you, "Hm. Not in my pocket. Isn't that where I normally put them? Better check the other pocket. Hm. Not there either. Drat! Now I'm going to have to dig through my bag to find them. That can wait till I get out to the car." While my mind drifts to other thoughts, I look down and realize my keys are in my hand with my water bottle.<div>
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Have I observed enough times my mother looking for her glasses while they're on top of her head that I learned this skill?</div>
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Or is it just passed down in my DNA to get things done without realizing it? (Isn't that a nice way to phrase it?)</div>
Tamrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467089083063814790noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804195348316996594.post-64199207228449646322013-01-09T14:29:00.000-08:002013-01-09T14:29:06.997-08:00ExpectationsAt our house, we don't buy a lot of ice cream. When we do, it usually doesn't last very long. <div>
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For New Years, our very good friends drove close to 2,000 miles to come visit us (which was wonderful!!!) and we bought ice cream.</div>
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Today after school, my son looks into the freezer and declares,</div>
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"Hey! What happened to the ice cream? </div>
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There use to be 2 things of ice cream here </div>
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and now there's just a bag of corn!"</div>
Tamrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467089083063814790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804195348316996594.post-43997464520252103902012-12-14T13:45:00.000-08:002012-12-14T13:51:14.436-08:00PerspectiveMy daughter is doing a play-a-thon for her band at school, which included getting pledges. Not wanting to bother people, I told her she could only call 3 people. One of those 3 was her Aunt Connie.<br />
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When my sister mailed her a check for $10, she also included a note that read:<br />
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<i>Thanks for keeping </i></div>
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<i>me a part of things that </i></div>
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<i>are happening in your life. </i></div>
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<i>Kick butt!!! </i></div>
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<i>Love, </i></div>
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<i>Aunt Connie</i></div>
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I've read this letter several times and it still puts a smile on my face and tears in my eyes. Thanks for caring about my daughter Connie. And thanks for the example of "what perspective will you take" - and taking the time to talk to her. It makes me so happy when she knows she's important!Tamrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467089083063814790noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804195348316996594.post-30558173945919734752012-12-05T18:53:00.000-08:002012-12-05T18:53:15.033-08:00BTWMy friend's story:<div>
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I needed to write my daughter's teacher a note, and I did it quickly since her bus was coming. After she was gone I realized, I wrote that note to the teacher in text format!</div>
Tamrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467089083063814790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804195348316996594.post-53808262638863917972012-11-15T18:22:00.002-08:002012-11-15T18:22:29.012-08:00Thank you Fortune Magazine<span style="font-weight: bold;">What not to put on a resume</span><br />These are taken from real Resumes and Cover Letters, and were printed in the July 21st issue of "Fortune" Magazine:<br />
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<li>"I have lurnt Word Perfect 6.0 computor and spreadsheet progroms."</li>
<li>"Am a perfectionist and rarely if if ever forget details."</li>
<li>"Received a plague for Salesperson of the Year."</li>
<li>"Wholly responsible for two (2) failed financial institutions."</li>
<li>"Reason for leaving last job: maturity leave."</li>
<li>"Failed bar exam with relatively high grades."</li>
<li>"It's best for employers that I not work with people."</li>
<li>"Let's meet, so you can 'ooh' and 'aah' over my experience."</li>
<li>"I was working for my mom until she decided to move."</li>
<li>"Marital status: single. Unmarried. Unengaged. Uninvolved. No commitments."</li>
<li>"I have an excellent track record, although I am not a horse."</li>
<li>"I am loyal to my employer at all costs... Please feel free to respond to my resume on my office voice mail."</li>
<li>"My goal is to be a meteorologist. But since I possess no training in Meteorology, I suppose I should try stock brokerage."</li>
<li>"I procrastinate, especially when the task is unpleasant."</li>
<li>"Personal interests: donating blood. Fourteen gallons so far."</li>
<li>"Instrumental in ruining entire operation for a Midwest chain store."</li>
<li>"Note: Please don't misconstrue my 14 jobs as 'job-hopping'. I have never quit a job."</li>
<li>"Marital status: often. Children: various."</li>
<li>"The company made me a scapegoat, just like my three previous employers."</li>
<li>"Finished eighth in my class of ten."</li>
<li>"References: none. I've left a path of destruction behind me."</li>
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">These quotes were taken from actual Performance Evaluations:</span><br />
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<li>"Since my last report, this employee has reached rock bottom and has started to dig."</li>
<li>"I would not allow this employee to breed."</li>
<li>"This associate is really not so much of a has-been, but more of a definitely won't be."</li>
<li>"This young lady has delusions of adequacy."</li>
<li>"Works well when under constant supervision and cornered like a rat in a trap."</li>
<li>"When she opens her mouth, it seems that this is only to change whichever foot was previously in there."</li>
<li>"He sets low personal standards and then consistently fails to achieve them."</li>
<li>"This employee is depriving a village of an idiot."</li>
<li>"This employee should go far and the sooner he starts, the better."</li>
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">These lines are actual lines from Military Performance Appraisals:</span><br />
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<li>Got into the gene pool while the lifeguard wasn't watching.</li>
<li>A room temperature IQ.</li>
<li>Got a full 6-pack, but lacks the plastic thingy to hold it all together.</li>
<li>A gross ignoramus -- 144 times worse than an ordinary ignoramus.</li>
<li>A photographic memory but with the lens cover glued on.</li>
<li>Bright as Alaska in December.</li>
<li>Gates are down, the lights are flashing, but the train isn't coming.</li>
<li>He's so dense, light bends around him.</li>
<li>If he were any more stupid, he'd have to be watered twice a week.</li>
<li>It's hard to believe that he beat out 1,000,000 other sperm.</li>
<li>Takes him 1 1/2 hours to watch 60 minutes. </li>
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