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Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Happy New Year’s Eve!

Request!  As you know, our Queenie is fighting cancer…I received the following message from her: 

Things aren’t going very well for me these past few days.  Could you please put out a prayer request for my husband and myself?  I’m feeling like giving up Cat.  I hate feeling like this, but I’m having serious trouble talking myself into keeping up with everything.

Please join with me in sending prayers, blessings, healing energy, positive thoughts and lots of hugs to Queenie and her husband that 2015 is the year of healing for her.  Thank you so much!

FYI...if you haven't heard, Katie is back home for a bit with Rob taking very good care of her and posted an update on her blog.

made it through another year
may your coming year be filled with magic

















new years wish for all












wake me in 2015Yup…this is me! Winking smile

Have a fun, happy and very safe New Year's celebration!

Monday, December 29, 2014

Complaint!

The Greatest ‘Ryanair’ Complaint Letter In The World…Ever!

This complaint letter surfaced on the net back in May and we can’t believe we’ve only just chanced upon it. Posted by DJ Lockley to Facebook, what follows is a work of pure genius….Enjoy!

By: David Precious

Dear Sir/Madam,

I am writing for the attention of your customer experience team. I am definitely a customer, and believe me, you didn’t fail providing us with an experience.

 

My wife and I had booked to fly from Stansted on the Thursday 17th April, evening flight to Bratislava. After 2 hours of fun, fun, fun, stuck on the M25 doing 20 mph, we arrived at Stansted check in with just one hour until the flight. Knowing the strict Ryan Air policy on ‘check in closes 40 mins before the flight’ as you are the Low Fare Taxi of The Skies, we went straight to the Ryan Air assistant and explained our plight. She said we were still within the time and all would be fine but we had to make the attendant at check in aware and he would assist from there.

 

We approached the attendant as instructed and explained. Unfortunately, in the main part, due to him being a child, and forgetting to bring his mother to work, he heard only half of the words before his brain fell apart like a wet cake. He led us to the line for closing gates, advised we should wait and all would be ok. We stood patiently in the line for 20 minutes. We got to the front of the line and the lady, who we shall from this point refer to a Vacant, explained that she had literally just that second closed the flight and we had missed it. We complained that we had done as instructed and she said it was the child’s fault because he should have advised her that we were trying to board a closing flight and that because he hadn’t told her it was therefore our fault we had missed the plane.

 

Confused by this process of blame apportioning, another check in clerk, who we shall refer to as Not That Bright, tried to blame us for not responding to the last call for the flight as we should have made ourselves known. I argued that the last call had not been made. Not That Bright then questioned Vacant on whether she had done a final call. Vacant did what she does best and looked, well,…… After establishing that the child had not informed Vacant we were here, and Vacant had forgotten to do a last call and that all of this was irreversible, and my fault, Not That Bright and Vacant conferred to agree this was not a problem they wished to deal with and told us to get in a very, very long line of very, very unhappy people at the quite wrongly titled ‘Customer Services Counter’ as it was in fact a Customer Shouting Desk. We complained and requested the attention of a manager.

 

Out came Colin, a man so angry all his hair had literally fallen out. He was so aggressive I can only assume he had accidentally inserted something sharp into somewhere private and been unable to remove it before he came to work. He was definitely a middle Gimp. I know this as Vacant and Not That Bright were clearly quite scared of him, and he can’t have been a Big Cheese as he was talking directly to customers and we all know from the papers that no-one in Big Cheese management at Ryan Air has ever seen, let alone spoken to an actual customer.

 

Middle Gimp had clearly listen hard at Ryan Air Middle Gimp school as he managed to take two perfectly calm and sane adults and in a matter of seconds reduce them to angry people considering violence.

‘Check in opens 3 hours before the flight’ he barked repeatedly as if it was the answer to every question in life. We tried to ask Middle Gimp direct questions about why it was necessary for us to miss the flight because the Child had forgotten to do his job, and Vacant had forgotten to do hers.

‘Why is this our fault, and why should we miss the flight because Ryan Air staff have admitted they made errors?.

‘Check in opens three hours before the flight’

‘Do you acknowledge we have just cause for complaint as we tried to do the right thing and the only reason we are not on the plane is because of communication failures with Ryan Air Staff?’

‘Check in opens three hours before the flight’

‘What colour are my trousers?’

‘Check in opens three hours before the flight’

‘Do you think economic sanctions on Russia will diffuse the escalating situation in Ukraine?’

‘Check in opens three hours before the flight’

‘Were Man Utd right to fire David Moyes?’

‘Check in opens three hours before the flight’

‘My tinkle is hurting, could you take a look if I promise not to tell anyone?’

‘Check in opens three hours before the flight’

 

Middle Gimp then conferred with Vacant and Not That Bright, and agreed that this was all our fault as we should have noticed that Child had made an error and we should have called the flight ourselves to assist Vacant in doing her job because she was clearly busy being, well,…… Middle Gimp then insisted we go to customer the Customer Shouting Desk, as he was definitely not going to do anything else. This was handy as the queue was very long so that by the time we would reach the front the plane would be half way to Bratislava and the problem would be solved.

 

We waited patiently in line as customer after customer stood at the desk to hear the same song;

‘No, no, I can’t do that, no, there are no Middle Gimps available, no, no, sorry, no, give me all your money’

 

We got to the Customer Shouting Desk and explained our plight to the lady there (who was actually very nice and clearly should not be working for Ryan Air as a result). She apologised but explained that Middle Gimp had finished being angry for the day and had returned to his padded cage and there were no other Middle Gimps around. We would have to book in to the flight for the next day and we would have to pay £110 each to change the ticket. When she tried to re-book the flight she said that the flight we had tried to get was actually delayed by 1 hour and still at the air port and that what we should do is run to the gate with all our luggage, she would call through and they would check our bags into the hold at the gate. We ran as fast as we could, which is not very fast because I am fat, to security to do as instructed. Security advised us that because our flight should have left, even though it hadn’t, the ticket machine would not open the barrier for us and we would need to return to the Customer Shouting Desk.

 

We waited patiently in the very long queue yet again for about 40 minutes to discover the nice lady had also gone home now so we had to explain the whole thing again to a new lady that looked like all the joy had been removed from her life at birth. She recited the Ryan Air customer services song with a sterling level of apathy and dreariness, I am surprised she could muster the will just to breather and stay alive.

‘No, no, I can’t do that, no, there are no Middle Gimps available, no, no, sorry, no, give me all your money’

She recited it with perfection, Middle Gimps across the world would have been in awe and the effectiveness of the techniques taught in Middle Gimp School. Seeing no other option but to hand over all our cash and come back the next morning we happily paid and got new flights.

 

As the new flight was at 6.25am in the morning we decided to get a hotel, we paid £79 for a room and got a taxi.

 

So, our customer experience was insightful and liberating. From the incompetent Child with a brain so full of girls and Vauxhall Corsa modifications he couldn’t actually listen or speak, through Vacant and Not That Bright who decided on reflection that anything they did wrong was our fault for not pointing it out to them, right through Middle Gimp who made a Tasmanian Devil look calm and Zen like, and the sad one, oh so sad, having every last drop of life sucked out of her by her chosen career at the Ryan Air Customer Shouting Desk. I very nearly jumped over the desk just to give her a cuddle and tell her everything would be alright if she could just muster the will to leave the Ryan Air Customer Shouting Desk and find a more fulfilling job, like starting the very first Israeli pork pie factory, or being a parking attendant in Tower Hamlets, or in fact just resigning herself to a slow and uncomfortable death would have been indistinguishable from the current position and would require much less effort.

The net result of this ‘experience’ was;

New Flights – £220
Hotel £79
Taxi x 2 £50
Worlds most expensive sandwich in the only hotel we could get £35

1 x significant breach of Tort Law (2008 as quoted by Lord Atkin) by Ryan Air, Google it, it’s a cracking read. I will leave you to decide the monetary value of this.

1 x very angry and upset wife, in particular with Middle Gimp for being so unbelievably rude.

1 x Missed wedding reception for our Slovakian family (sorry, forgot to mention this nugget earlier) who all turned up from all over the country to see us for an event we were forced to miss, because Child and Vacant are clueless at best and Middle Gimp has anger management issues.

 

So, thank you Ryan Air for a comfortable and enjoyable experience. I have watched a program called the news so I fully expect this to land on the desk of the customer services team underneath the empty bottles and sandwich wrappers that you also file there. You treated us badly, you cost us money and made us miss our wedding reception through a display of incompetence I have not seen since Greece was allowed to have money and a cheque book.

 

I sincerely doubt you will do anything about this, compensate us, apologise, or even respond according to the news, so I have sent this recorded and sign for delivery to absolutely confirm my opinion of Ryan Air and that it is not just ‘lost in the post’

Regards

You bunch of…………….

P.S. Maybe Middle Gimp in particular, but Child, Not That Bright, and Vacant should purchase one of your reasonable priced tickets and go to Slovakia (assuming they were actually allowed on the plane. The Ryan Air employees there are smart, clever, bilingual, helpful, and polite and they should in my opinion experience an example of how they should do their job. The Slovak staff could explain it to them, but they wouldn’t be able to understand it for them, so it may be a waste of time after all.

Our thanks go to James Lockley and www.dearcustomerrelations.com for brightening up our day…and our aching ribs!

 

Courtesy of  Like to Discover

 

ROFLMBO! Rolling on the floor laughing

Sunday, December 28, 2014

New Train

A mother was working in the kitchen listening to her 5 year old son playing with his new electric train in the living room.

 

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She heard the train stop and her son saying, "All of you sons of bitches who want off, get the hell off now...cause this is the last stop!  And all of you sons of bitches who are getting on, get your asses in the train cause we're going down the tracks."

 

The horrified mother went in and told her son, "We don't use that kind of language in this house.  Now, I want you to go to your room and you are to stay there for TWO HOURS. When you come out, you may play with your train...but I want you to use nice language."

 

 

Two hours later, the son came out of the bedroom and resumed playing with his train. Soon the train stopped and the mother heard her son say..."All passengers, please remember to take all of your belongings with you. We thank you and hope your trip was a pleasant one. We hope you will ride with us again soon."

 

She heard her little darling continue..."for those of you just boarding, remember there is no smoking in the train. We hope you will have a pleasant and relaxing journey with us today."

 

As the mother began to smile, the child added, "For those of you who are pissed off about the TWO HOUR delay, please see the bitch in the kitchen..."

Surprised smile  Smile with tongue out  Nyah-Nyah

Not Speeding

Sitting on the side of the highway waiting to catch speeding drivers, a State Police Officer see’s a car puttering along at 22 MPH.

He thinks to himself, “This driver is just as dangerous as a speeder!”So he turns on his lights and pulls the driver over.


Approaching the car, he notices that there are five old ladies, two in the front seat and three in the back, wide eyed and white as ghosts.

The driver, obviously confused, says to him, “Officer, I don’t understand, I was doing exactly the speed limit! What seems to be the problem?”

“Ma’am,” the officer replies, “You weren’t speeding, but you should know that driving slower than the speed limit can also be a danger to other drivers.”

“Slower than the speed limit? No sir, I was doing the speed limit exactly twenty-two miles an hour!” the old woman says a bit proudly.


The State Police officer, trying to contain a chuckle explains to her that “22” was the route number, not the speed limit.

A bit embarrassed, the woman grinned and thanked the officer for pointing out her error.


“But before I let you go, Ma’am, I have to ask…is everyone in this car OK?  These women seem awfully shaken and they haven’t muttered a single peep this whole time,” the officer asks.


“Oh, they’ll be all right in a minute officer. We just got off Route 119.”

Courtesy of  Viral Videos Gallery









Saturday, December 27, 2014

Working in a Factory

There is a factory in Northern Minnesota which makes the Tickle Me Elmo toys. The toy laughs when you tickle it under the arms.

Well, Lena is hired at The Tickle Me Elmo factory and she reports for her first day promptly at 8:00 am.

The next day at 8:45 am there is a knock at the Personnel Manager’s door. The Foreman throws open the door and begins to rant about the new Employee.

He complains that she is incredibly slow and the whole line is backing up, putting the entire production line behind schedule.

The Personnel Manager decides he should see this for himself, so the 2 men march down to the factory floor. When they get there the line is so backed up that there are Tickle Me Elmo’s all over the factory floor and they’re really beginning to pile up.


At the end of the line stands Lena surrounded by mountains of Tickle Me Elmo’s. She has a roll of plush Red fabric and a huge bag of small marbles.

The 2 men watch in amazement as she cuts a little piece of fabric, wraps it around two marbles and begins to carefully sew the little package between Elmo’s legs.
 
The Personnel Manager bursts into laughter. After several minutes of hysterics he pulls himself together and approaches Lena.
 

‘I’m sorry,’ he says to her, barely able to keep a straight face, ‘but I think you misunderstood the instructions I gave you yesterday…’
 

‘Your job is to give Elmo two test tickles.’
Courtesy of Sun Gazing






Friday, December 26, 2014

The Mailman

mail carrier

After 35 years, mailman George decided to retire. On his last day, he makes his usual rounds.
 


When he arrives at the first house, the whole family comes out, congratulates him, and sends him on his way with a tidy gift envelope.
 


At the second house, they present him with a box of fine cigars. The folks at the third house hand him a selection of terrific fishing lures.
 


At the next house, he is met at the door by a strikingly beautiful woman in a revealing negligee. She takes him by the hand and leads him up to the bedroom, where she blows his mind with the most passionate sex he has ever experienced.


When done, they go downstairs, where she fixes him a giant breakfast. As she pours him a cup of coffee, he notices a dollar bill sticking out from under the cup's bottom edge.

"All this is just too wonderful for words," he says, "but what's the dollar for?"

"Well," she says, "last night, I told my husband that today would be your last day and that I wanted to do something special for you. I asked him what to give you. He said, 'Screw him. Give him a dollar.' But breakfast was my idea." Hmm…wonder if she was blonde. Winking smile   



here comes the mailman

Thursday, December 25, 2014

A Few More Christmas Giggles

Just a few miscellaneous Christmas giggles to help you jiggle your dinner down. Winking smile 
touch my elfhope you like it-pepper spray













home for christmas
I can get you on the naughty list
















untraditional tree

extra pounds
















santa untangle christmas lights
off to the schmidt house
















most wonderful time
smart car with antlers












how to survive christmas
Hope you had a wonderful Christmas!

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Merry Christmas to All!

Katie is spending Christmas with Rob, her kids and her family.  Her mom is still adjusting to the rehab center but she is on the road to recovery.

dear santa

most of all I want a home
















merry christmas

happy christmas











the name of the holiday

yuletide blessings




















please santa


holidays be filled-joy love memories












from my house

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Blonde Christmas

Katie’s mom was transferred today to the rehab wing of the facility where her dad is staying so there’s a bit of pressure off of her.  Thank you to all who have sent prayers, healing energy, positive thoughts and blessings for her and her family…I know they have helped!

Couldn’t let the holiday go by without sharing a blonde joke for Christmas. Winking smile

The blonde and the post office

Monday, December 22, 2014

Goin’ to the Dogs

Quick Update:  Hopefully tomorrow, Katie’s mom will be transferred to the rehab wing of the facility where her dad is staying.  This will make things easier for Katie…she can visit both parents by just going down the hall rather than having to drive.  Rob and the kids will be joining her for Christmas.

 

water the tree

 

indoor bathroom

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

bah humbug

 

perfect ornament

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

indoor plumbing

 

tree just fainted

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

just think santa ate them

 

mistletoe

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I deserve a wreath also