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Thursday, July 29, 2004

i got this in an email from work and i thought it was hilarious....

Politics made simple...

 

DEMOCRAT

You have two cows.

Your neighbor has none.

You feel guilty for being successful.

Barbara Streisand sings for you.

 

REPUBLICAN

You have two cows.

Your neighbor has none.

So?

 

 SOCIALIST

You have two cows.

The government takes one and gives it to your neighbor.

You form a cooperative to tell him how to manage his cow.

 

COMMUNIST

You have two cows.

The government seizes both and provides you with milk.

You wait in line for hours to get it.

It is expensive and sour.

 

CAPITALISM, AMERICAN STYLE

You have two cows.

You sell one, buy a bull, and build a herd of cows.

 

DEMOCRACY, AMERICAN STYLE

You have two cows.

The government taxes you to the point you have to sell both to support a man in a foreign country who has only one cow, which was a gift from your government. 

 

BUREAUCRACY, AMERICAN STYLE

You have two cows.

The government takes them both, shoots one, milks the other, pays you for the milk, and then pours the milk down the drain.

 

AMERICAN CORPORATION

You have two cows.

You sell one, lease it back to yourself and do an IPO on the 2nd one.

You force the two cows to produce the milk of four cows.

You are surprised when one cow drops dead. You spin an announcement to the analysts stating you have down sized and are reducing expenses. Your stock goes up.

 

FRENCH CORPORATION

You have two cows.

You go on strike because you want three cows.

You go to lunch and drink wine.

Life is good.

 

JAPANESE CORPORATION

You have two cows.

You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk. They learn to travel on unbelievably crowded trains. Most are at the top of their class at cow school.

 

GERMAN CORPORATION

You have two cows.

You engineer them so they are all blond, drink lots of beer, give excellent quality milk, and run a hundred miles an hour. Unfortunately they also demand 13 weeks of vacation per year.

 

ITALIAN CORPORATION

You have two cows but you don't know where they are.

While ambling around, you see a beautiful woman.

You break for lunch.

Life is good.

 

RUSSIAN CORPORATION

You have two cows.

You have some vodka.

You count them and learn you have five cows.

You have some more vodka.

You count them again and learn you have 42 cows.

The Mafia shows up and takes over however many cows you really have.

 

TALIBAN CORPORATION

You have all the cows in Afghanistan, which are two.

You don't milk them because you cannot touch any creature's private parts.

Then you kill them and claim a US bomb blew them up while they were in the hospital.

 

IRAQI CORPORATION

You have two cows.

They go into hiding.

They send radio tapes of their mooing.

 

POLISH CORPORATION

You have two bulls.

Employees are regularly maimed and killed attempting to milk them.

 

FLORIDA CORPORATION

You have a black cow and a brown cow.

Everyone votes for the best looking one.

Some people who like the brown one best, vote for the black one. Some people vote for both. Some people vote for neither. Some people can't figure out how to vote at all. Finally, a bunch of guys from out-of-state tell you which is the best-looking cow.

 

CALIFORNIAN

You have a cow and a bull.

The bull is depressed.

It has spent its life living a lie.

It goes away for two weeks.

It comes back after a taxpayer-paid sex-change operation.

You now have two cows.

One makes milk; the other doesn't.

You try to sell the transgender cow.

Its lawyer sues you for discrimination.  You lose in court

You sell the milk-generating cow to pay the damages.

You now have one rich, transgender, non-milk-producing cow. You change your business to beef. PETA pickets your farm. Jesse Jackson makes a speech in your driveway. Cruz Bustamante calls for higher farm taxes to help "working cows". Hillary Clinton calls for the nationalization of 1/7 of your farm "for the children". The L.A. Times quotes five anonymous cows claiming you groped their teats. You declare bankruptcy and shut down all operations. The cow starves to death. The L.A. Times' analysis shows your business failure is Bush's fault.

 

 


Sunday, July 25, 2004

so i went riding saturday morning. i decided to try this new barn out in eastlake because i knew it had a good reputation for producing some good jumpers. the first thing i noticed was the horse i was supposed to be riding was covered head to hoof in mud. so i was supposed to give him a bath. ex-racehorses don't do water. so seth (thats the horses name) and i both got a bath. about an hour later the trainer, maggie, decided it was time for a lesson. i was like... finally. but im not one to say anything to people i dont know. i was on the horse for 3 minutes, 4 minutes tops, when this car came speeding down the road. this freaked seth out and he took off speeding around the arena. he started bucking and threw me out of the saddle and i went head first into a cross rail and landed on my shoulder. a cross rail is a type of jump. the worst part wasn't the fall, but seeing the ground zoom closer and closer to your face. the feeling is in describable. and then getting your foot caught in the stirrup... well. that just sucks too. seth also fell down and but the collision between us was brief and he got up and ran away. that was my first fall from a horse ever and i was freaked out. but i got up and spit out the dirt in my mouth and was like "i'm okay, i'm okay." i mean i am rachel kish. i am always okay.

so after i fixed the saddle, i got back on seth. you never fall off a horse and then not get on. you just dont. the lesson continued on fine, like nothing happened. then we decided to go over a few jumps and i was like "woohoo!" there were two jumps and one happened to be right next to this guy painting the barn. maggie kept complaining about how he was painting at the wrong time and blah blah and now that i look back on it, we could have 1) used a different jump at a different location in the ring or 2) gone inside in the indoor arena... anyways, seth kept spooking at the 2nd jump because of the painter. finally i got him over and he started bucking. great.. just great. i stuck on him though and decided to go over the jump again. i was so determined to clear the jump and do it right. so as took the first jump fine but then as we were approaching the second jump the painter moved the ladder and this wigged out seth and he freaked out in mid-air and threw me into the fence...

now let me describe this just a little bit more. imagine being on a 1300-1400lb animal moving about 25-30 mph in midair and then being thrown into a fence and then landing on the ground on your back. i had the wind knocked out of me and i saw "stars" for a couple minutes. i felt sick to my stomach for a little bit too. i've never taken a beating like that before. i started crying, like i always do, but i got back on, went over the jumps again and then i barely pulled myself out of the saddle and just crumbled on the ground.. i drove home crying the whole time because of the pain and then collapsed in my bed. i tried to take a bath but that didnt help and i tried various positions sleeping on the couch and in my bed and at the computer. i have yet to be comfortable. i woke up this morning in more pain than i was in yesterday and i am now happy to say i am on the most wonderful painkillers so its not as bad. i even got a donut.. not the kind you eat, but the ones you sit on. i have a neck brace too, but i refuse to wear it. it makes me look like an idiot. and my palms have bruises on them. who knew you could bruise your palms. and i have this wicked cool bruise on my back and a cut on my hip, but alas i cant show anyone because of the inappropriate location.

so thats my complaining for the day. this took me forever to type because i had to use my right arm because my left arm is of no use to me anymore.

i know you are all extremely interested in my injuries and really want to know what they are, so i will tell you. i poped my left shoulder out of the socket when i fell the first time. but no biggie, it went back in. and when i hit the fence it snapped my neck. well, not exactly, but i have whiplash. and i dont know what the term is for my back. but it hurts all over the place and i cant sit because it hurts and i cant lay down because it hurts. and then i have pulled muscles in lots of places but those dont count because they arent really injuries.

my mom called me a cripple. she kept telling people that my body is broken. but every time she said that it made me think of when you got communion and they would say something "this is Jesus body, broken for you." oh well. this is my post for the week.


Saturday, July 24, 2004

i almost died today.. twice. nothing like the feeling of a 1400 pound animal crushing your body.