muzzyhill3 
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I can be grumpy? Great.
This season I've started running a kid's football team. My son had been playing in a decent local team for three years but the manager had a few anger issues and had driven off of the boys and parents we'd become friendly with. So on a night in the pub with a few of these parents I was persuaded I would be a good manager for a new team. I am hopeless - truly awful. Getting fiteen 12 year olds to lsten and do what you say is impossible. It's like herding cats. Our matchday experience has been mixed. Up to last week we'd won 3 and lost 3. This week we played the top dogs and lost 10-5. I mean 10-5! Makes you wanna give up...
Reply #421. Oct 24 12, 3:21 PM
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| SCOTTPAT13
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A FOLLOW UP ON MY WIFE AND HER SURGERY SHE HAS DONE MUCH BETTER THEN EVERYONE EXPECTED. I AM SO PROUD OF HER.
Reply #422. Oct 24 12, 3:37 PM
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gkaz4
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Again a story!
I have lived in 5 different countries. Hopefully one day i will be eligible for retirement :)
Reply #423. Oct 24 12, 6:30 PM
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| Lionel777
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In my first week of training at my new job I had an unfortunate little snafu happen. While I was carrying two buckets of freshly made spaghetti sauce I accidentally tripped and spilled both buckets of sauce on the steps. Fortunately nobody was hurt. Oh, and by the way I was okay too; however I did have to pay for the sauce.
Reply #424. Oct 24 12, 10:27 PM
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Dave42007
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The boy arrives home with two left Roman sandals from school when asked were is your right sandal, he replies he has it. Only one of the two left sandals has his initials on the strap which are always labelled. His pocket contains yet another clue; half a sandal strap. The next day he brings home a right foot Roman sandal with half a strap but no initials.
Turns out the rules for woodwork technology class is must have footwear. So he borrows the sandals from a friend to replace his broken sandal (right) which he discarded with the left in a bin. But the fiend's right sandal brakes when another friend steps on the back of a sandal while he is wearing it. So in a blind panic he wears his left which he has retrieved from the bin and the borrowed left sandal.
What an uncomfortable walk home it must have been. :-)
Reply #425. Oct 25 12, 12:55 AM
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| carbonophile
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Hello. I am a retired organic chemist and have a fair amount of time to spend surfing. One day, my wife told me about funtrivia and I signed up.
I spend quite a lot of time here and -- perhaps unfortunately -- discovered the personal challenges, which take up even more of my not very valuable time! Today, one of the challenges was to post a story here.
That's why I am sharing this very boring information here. Apologies to all readers!
Reply #426. Oct 25 12, 5:18 AM
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fontenilles
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Tears are rarely a sign of weakness but a sign of compassion.
Compassion is always a sign of strength
Reply #427. Oct 25 12, 7:22 AM
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goobas
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I am ready for Halloween. I am going to dress up as the invisible man. I will then take candy from the kids who come up to my door and say "Trick or Treat". When they complain that I am taking their candy, I can reply that they cannot see who is taking their candy since I am invisible!
OK maybe not.
Maybe I can dress up as a house cleaning person. I can have a large shop-vac at the door and when the kids come up to trick or treat, I can put the hose into their bag and suck up all their candy.
OK maybe not.
Or...
Reply #428. Oct 25 12, 7:22 AM
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rayven80
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I'm hoping that I have the night of Mom's Girl Scout Halloween party off. One of the mothers is a fundi and spouts random false gibberish at any opportunity. I can't decide if I should go all out evil like I did one year or just go as myself and tell her that I'm a witch. (actually agnostic but that wouldn't disturb her as much)
Reply #429. Oct 25 12, 10:32 AM
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beergirllaura
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Today I had a twin challenge. And oddly enough, my 'twin' was one of my oldest and best friends here on FunTrivia!
Reply #430. Oct 25 12, 10:42 AM
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madasasnake
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Yesterday was kindof of boring. I'm looking forward to this weekend. Maybe I'll do some Halloween type stuff with the kids!
Reply #431. Oct 25 12, 11:32 AM
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Sundancer415
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I recently met one of my idols, Bill Bryson. He and I graduated from the same high school, but as he was a year behind me, I didn't know him from Adam. As I was a hot cheerleader and president of the pep club, I assumed (when/if we ever met) that he would remember me. Alas...
But that's NOT the story.
When I retired, I planned to write a memoir about how wonderful and extraordinary it was to grow up in the Midwest (Des Moines, Iowa, "the Land in the Middle of the Land") as a child in the 50s, a teenage girl in the 60s (I was 13 -- the perfect age! -- when The Beatles hit), and "coming of age" and in college during the sexual revolution. I have tons of (as they say) amusing anecdotes and planned to write a best seller.
Then along came Bryson and "The Life and Times of The Thunderbolt Kid" -- my favorite book of the last ten years, by the way. Now what publisher is going to accept a manuscript that covers the same period of time, in the same city in the Midwest, the same storyline, and the same schools -- even some of the same people??? I was, in a word, screwed.
When I met Bill, face-to-face, he broke my heart. Not only did he not remember me from high school (HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE??) but he didn't laugh when I told him he had robbed me of my first best-seller. I strongly suspect, despite as amusing as his writing is, the man has gone to the "dark side". He's been living in England too long, and he's lost his (American) sense of humor. (insert "heavy sigh" here).
Reply #432. Oct 25 12, 8:29 PM
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Jodisull
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I just celebrated my 44th birthday and I've got a question. When am I suppose to feel 44? I still feel mentally that I'm in my late 20's early 30's. Oh well. Young mind, happy life!!
Reply #433. Oct 25 12, 11:35 PM
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| thepinktwin
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I cleaned a small portion of my daughter's room today and she's "mad" at me. It makes me smile. I'm not mean, but I knew that it would motivate her to clean it herself and it was time. I love my girls!
Reply #434. Oct 26 12, 12:11 AM
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looney_tunes
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Yesterday the premier of Victoria issued a formal apology from the government to those involved in forced adoptions, and their families. My daughter has been working as part of a team building a website to help these people get in touch with their original families, and we are very moved by how important this step is for them. Sorry seems to be the hardest word for an Australian politician to say.
Reply #435. Oct 26 12, 12:53 AM
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gme24
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Once again it is story time. I don't really like writing stories, but the medium challenge says that I must. So here it is. Once upon a time...... (you can continue now!)
Reply #436. Oct 26 12, 1:12 AM
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| johcharly
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Today is my do a favour for a friend day, doign some shopping for him and helping him fill a form for some tax relief. A beer tonight with some friends.
Reply #437. Oct 26 12, 7:37 AM
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TAKROM
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An interesting day to get this challenge...
I live in a condominium complex. This morning our doorbell rang about an hour before our get up time. It was our neighbor and he was having an asthma attack and had no inhaler. Nor did we. I rushed over to call 911 and he went outside to try to get more air. What a helpless feeling! When the ambulance arrived, they could not pull right up to our doorways, the way this complex is set up, so an extra couple of minutes getting him help. He managed his crisis quite well though and I just checked on him in the ER and he's doing fine now and will be back home soon.
Makes us think about getting emergency help when our living arrangement is not ideal to get to. Those people do an amazing job coping with more than the medical care.
(And as I finish this...he just got back home!)
Reply #438. Oct 26 12, 9:38 AM
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CliftonClowers
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I have followed one of my hobbies, birdwatching, to many places in the world. Having seen about one-third of all the world's bird species, I have had many encounters with both feathered and non-feathered types. Perhaps the most memorable and scary episode was being kidnapped at gunpoint in the middle of the Costa Rican jungle. It was in what was apparently a location known to a local gang to attract birders carrying money, expensive optical gear, etc. They would lie in waiting carrying guns and knives and then overwhelm the victims. In our case, they took everything including our rental car, money, binoculars, etc., tied us to a tree, and left. I somehow managed to free myself, went to the road, and hitchhiked back to San Jose, where some good Samaritans cared for us and eventually we made it home. Would we ever go back? Yes, we actually did but this time it was on a cruise.
Reply #439. Oct 26 12, 10:20 AM
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Plodd
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A funny story just in time for Halloween!
Bob Hill and his new wife Betty were vacationing in Europe, as it happens, near Transylvania and on All Hallows Eve (Halloween). They were driving in a rental car along a rather deserted highway. It was late, and raining very hard. Bob could barely see 20 feet in front of the car. Suddenly the car skids out of control! Bob attempts to control the car, but to no avail! The car swerves and smashes into a tree.
Moments later, Bob shakes his head to clear the fog. Dazed, he looks over at the passenger seat and sees his wife unconscious, with her head bleeding! Despite the rain and unfamiliar countryside, Bob knows he has to carry her to the nearest phone. Bob carefully picks his wife up and begins trudging down the road.
After a short while, he sees a light. He heads towards the light, which is coming from an old, large house. He approaches the door and knocks. A minute passes. A small, hunched man opens the door. Bob immediately blurts, "Hello, my name is Bob Hill, and this is my wife Betty. We've been in a terrible accident, and my wife has been seriously hurt. Can I please use your phone?" "I'm sorry," replied the hunchback, "But we don't have a phone. My master is a Doctor; come in and I will get him!"
Bob brings his wife in. An elegant man comes down the stairs. "I'm afraid my assistant may have misled you. I am not a medical doctor; I am a scientist. However, it is many miles to the nearest clinic, and I have had a basic medical training. I will see what I can do. Igor, bring them down to the laboratory." With that, Igor picks up Betty and carries her downstairs, with Bob following closely.
Igor places Betty on a table in the lab. Bob collapses from exhaustion and his own injuries, so Igor places Bob on an adjoining table. After a brief examination, Igor's master looks worried. "Things are serious, Igor. Prepare a transfusion." Igor and his master work feverishly, but to no avail. Bob and Betty Hill are no more..
The Hills' deaths upset Igor's master greatly. Wearily, he climbs the steps to his conservatory, which houses his grand piano, for it is here that he has always found solace. He begins to play, and a stirring, almost haunting, melody fills the house.
Meanwhile, Igor is still in the lab tidying up. His eyes catch movement, and he notices the fingers on Betty's hand twitch. Stunned, he watches as Bob's arm begins to rise! He is further amazed as Betty sits straight up! Unable to contain himself, he dashes up the stairs to the conservatory. He bursts in and shouts to his master: "Master, Master! ...THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH THE SOUND OF MUSIC!"
Reply #440. Oct 26 12, 10:23 AM
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