If you’re gay … Wipe the smile on your face

One of the most surprising result of gay people who is likely to die young. The expectation, cheerfulness and humor: “The more light than their parents and teachers rated and have a sense of humor for children less bright than the early adulthood was found dead in” University researchers say, California, USA found. “In contrast, anti-longevity and related is” a theory that people underestimate the risk of life and joy to be much more likely is that the situation did not go as planned.

If you expect … Here for (in degrees) for more information concern

People with anxiety disorders, high blood pressure, high cholesterol and heart disease are more commonly affected. People with anxiety disorders, treatment for high blood pressure three times more likely – because of the possibility of a stress hormone and has found research at the University of Northern Arizona in the United States. Anxiety and phobias such as fear of heights were considered for people with heart disease and high cholesterol and high blood pressure high risk. Although differences in behavior – such as a greater tendency to smoke under fear – a way to explain this, they do not explain everything. Cardiac Care Studies at the University Antwerp, Belgium 10 years, 27% to 7% for different types of anxiety have found that you were dead.

If you are aggressive, they tend to be a long injury break

Hostile personality is easy with a serious heart problem – their wounds heal more slowly. For arteries – People with atherosclerosis, in Scotland for 2000 carried out according to a study of man, have a hostile nature. And can deoitneun the American people in the study of heart disease, arterial wall fat deposits, which cause chronic inflammation throughout the body active have shown that the risk. One theory is that causes less wears and increases on the cardiovascular system, blood pressure and heart rate, the hostile people is encouraged. People are angry; it takes too long for treatment. Ohio State University, the U.S. Open papules in healthy people by creating a small incision in the arm after four days, angry, 30 percent of patients, “about 70 percent of the wound was healed, he found a patient’s Olympics.”

If you are shy … You need more than most organizations

Social inhibition of cold rather than extroverted. Shy people are more susceptible to virus infection, points to a study by the University of California. In animal studies, scientists are more aggressive than the shy type, the kind of social protection, the fact that the lymph nodes were found.  If you are an optimistic … You have every reason to expect the best. People always have to look longer and healthier lives at the bright side of things to live. Optimistic at the University of California, according to a study of more depressed than those who live an average of 7.5 years is expected.

Have the disease at an early stage reduces the risk of death, and optimistically, 55 percent, Dutch researchers found at the University of Wageningen. One possible explanation, the U.S. researchers at Carnegie Mellon University in Pittsburgh say that optimism is helping to strengthen the immune system, can increase a further example of optimism, willingness to buy. Usually went to the stress hormone cortical levels of sociability – and the optimists are more social role, I think the fact.

Their emotions are to put pressure to internalize health. Isolated people – Make or Type – D, sometimes with a celebrity – often with a high degree of emotional pain, suffering, but to suppress a high risk of cancer and heart disease aware of their feelings and therefore, DS is a kind of developing coronary heart disease, and they open in the United States, Harvard University, after the sentence to die sooner. The people are poor researchers in their cardiovascular system, increases the pressure on the need to regulate the stress hormones is recommended.

If you have a conscience … You know, to do the right thing.

It’s very tight with a long and healthy life is linked to a personality trait. The awareness of life and stabilization of blood pressure and cholesterol levels have a significant impact on UK research suggests at the University of Nottingham. The University of California study of people with conscience to adopt and maintain healthy behaviors and rather less likely, because reckless strikes.

If you are nervous, take a deep breath.

All underlined OCD do not favor the second guess is healthy. University of California, according to the input, the neurotic, asthma, migraine, stomach ulcers and heart disease is associated with. He suggested that people make me nervous, ineffective coping strategies adopted – and not the pursuit of a variety of self-criticism and hostility, with the help and support – they are stressed. This is a less effective immune system and susceptibility to the disease leads to more.

If you go … Note that you eat.

To relocate the optimistic overall health – except that they tend to grow and. Extrovert in Milan, Italy at the university, could be less according to a study of heart disease. The researchers of all kinds of diseases were more likely to find that other 15 percent less, and if they did it was to recover more quickly. The infection was found to be less sensitive to relocate to there. The disadvantage is extroverted, Yamagata University School of Medicine in Japan by researchers from the people than those found resistant to obesity, there are many possibilities. One possible explanation extrovert many social events with food and can participate in the social and the trend more.

I was in a session one evening with other parents like me. We were all alumni of ICEC, an organization that our various therapies to children with special needs. The meetings were always moderated by a psychologist who helped us work through our grief, healing, and milestones. Fortunately, because we had all the mental help that we had. You know that saying “It takes a village?” It does. It takes a village, psychologists and pharmacists to get through such overwhelming times like these. Yet it was very liberating group and it was the first time I realized I could just be myself without hang-ups, there is nothing to prove and nothing to selfish. It was a great time on self-awareness, all while dealing with the most traumatic moments of my life. One would think that dealing with all injuries, pain and disappointment of a child with special needs that I would just helpless, unhappy, guilty and disappointed, but it was the opposite. I felt relieved that Derek is who he is, without the need to explain something.

So this single mother started talking about her children, how a child with ADHD, one with autism and one with a number of other syndrome was diagnosed. And I thought I had a full house. She continued to explain that her son was born without several fingers. She was pouring out her heart to us all when I suddenly burst into inappropriate laughter. It was horrible. I was embarrassed at first, because everyone looked at me like I was crazy. Those rejected by my “bad behavior.” I could not stop, I had a run-beaten board at this point. Tears rolled down my cheeks. People started to giggle when they saw me explode with the freedom that comes with pure laughter. The laughter was like rockets jetting out of my mouth. Eventually I had to stop and explain myself. It took me a few try, and I could not stop laughing talk. Finally, I said, “I’m so sorry, but I’m laughing, because if I would have known you sooner, we could have given up four fingers, my son was born -12 extra fingers and toes every med, we had reserve The room exploded in laughter. The other parents were laughing like they’ve never laughed. All the grief, sadness and disappointment were washed away in a few minutes when we passed a box of tissues for SGI tears of laughter streamed our faces. It was much needed relief.

The absurdity of this sentence that came out of my mouth was appreciated by this bunch. It’s the same crowd who can laugh at things you would never believe that someone would laugh. It’s like I said, “Oh, your baby’s room is a mess, leave my” borderline autistic “son comes over. He will line up all the toys and have room spotless. “Only parents of children with special needs and friends and close family that she can feel comfortable laughing at the nature of the dark. It’s such a feeling of freedom that I can not explain, if you can secure enough to laugh at such serious circumstances. No one is offended, no one makes excuses for her, it’s just us “,” with what we have. We have four years old son was born dependent on meth. His biological mother used drugs while pregnant with him. We recently ran with the children in an orphanage 1K race at a local festival, and we joked that David would win the race hands down to win. We rarely see him go. His preferred method of travel is. He walks down the street , the house we go. We laughed, he sized the other kids run race, bysaying, “You think you can beat me? I do not know, I am driven by Meth. I have this thing in the bag. “

It is 95 years old like my grandmother (“Gaga”) told me after she found a very hectic day we were there in my house, “Honey, you need to drink more.” Boy, Gaga had a way with humor and that is what keeps me going – humor. If I can smile at someone one minute when they fight for their lives to deal with such traumatic events can believe I’m going for the funny bone. We just have to go, and I think that’s what laughter does. It just helps us to keep moving through the day. Before you know it, you have done it a few minutes and then you have made a few more. Suddenly you realize that you have made, one day you will have less tears the day before, and you’re still alive and still working. I guess that’s what it’s all about – finding a way to deal with what you have and still a functional, happy and positive person.

There is overwhelming evidence that if you incubate three dozen worms in a solution of amino acids and carbon compounds for approximately half million years, eventually they will evolve in the Long Island Railroad. The only problem with this theory is that if this was true of some species is a natural tendency to have the Long Island Railroad ride. But fish have never seen commuting between Long Island and Manhattan.

A group of enterprising archaeologists, however, found the missing link for this apparent puzzle. Digging through the ruins of an old Long Island Railroad yard, they came across a fossil of a fish thought extinct for billions of years. Actually, after taking a load of fossil carbon and the brown paper bag that was found in their data confirmed that they reflected the “big bang”, give or take six months. This proves that the prehistoric fish to commute via the Long Island Railroad.

Now the question arises, has prehistoric fish commute on the train prehistoric dry or has to go under water? Nobody really knows for sure. But (pronounced I-be-a-genius), the famous Dr. Imust Beagenius suffers from a theory. Dr. Beagenius suggests that prehistoric fish must have traveled on land. He points out that extensive laboratory studies show that tickets are not foolproof.

More evidence

Unfortunately, not everyone is so easy to make. Some people, believe it or not, would a more detailed explanation of such a theory, no matter how logical it sounds require. “What a lot of worms,” ​​they naively asks, “turning to Long Island Rail Road?” Despite the absurdity of such skepticism, I offer the following evidence that proved this theory than a shadow of doubt should make.

Our archaeologist friends went back to the same rail yard and made even more startling discoveries. They went a number of old cars side by side and saw how each car was slightly larger and better developed than the last. The car on the one hand, a very advanced and powerful air conditioning, while the car on the other side was not even a fan. The only traces of air conditioners in an underdeveloped car was found the fossil of a conductor slapping an old woman with his hat at a bit of air to create disturbance. (His cap is also known to have been extinct for at least seven and half billion years. It had no union label.) Then the researchers took a worm crawling in the same railway yard and put it under a powerful electron microscope. And behold, they made a surprising discovery: Three billion times a worm cell is magnified an uncanny resemblance to a window of the train (no color).

It is quite clear that the evidence of the worm-train theory overshadows the somewhat popular, but fanatical notion that trains can be produced by intelligent beings. The “intelligent beings” theory, a trade union. None of the trains showed signs of major medical benefits, pension or sick leave. How such a ridiculous theory even started is hard to imagine. So much for this nonsensical “intelligent beings” theory. Now say to yourself: “Well, the proof of the worm-train theory is certainly overwhelming scientific validity Any fool can see But how did the worm come first ..?”

How it all began

I’m glad you asked. The theory generally accepted by the scientific community and also strongly supported by our renowned Dr. Imust Beagenius is the “big bait” theory. In the beginning there was a big ball of fish hooks. Nature thought it was absurd to so many hooks without worms. In a few short billions of years, worms began to materialize around the corners. When the first trout began to bite, nature found it necessary to produce more worms to the fishing season. And yes, worms began reflected in almost every corner of the globe. So in the off-season, there were more worms than hooks. So the problem was when storing this surplus worms. This led to the invention of the can. So you see that the worm-train evolution began with the Big Bait. Big Bait and began with a can of worms.

Theories just do not come better than Josh Greenberger.

At what point is it time to bail out of a relationship? We often hear of relationships which start out bad but straighten out in the end. We even hear of relationships which start out good but then turn sour. But when a relationship starts off with all the romantic overtones of a documentary on the Asian flu, develops with the smoothness of an intoxicated chimpanzee doing a waltz on roller skates, then blossoms with the colorful brilliance of a malnourished vegetable, you know something’s wrong. Such was my nine-month relationship with Sally. (Sally was not her real name. But that didn’t come as a terrible shock, since her age and hair color weren’t real either.)

That we were headed for rough times, was somewhat obvious on our first date. We had just seen a Broadway musical. Walking towards the car, I tried starting a conversation somewhere along the lines of “music,” “dance,” “scenery.” How I failed so miserably I’ll never know. Instead, she asked me if I could do her a favor and take her dog to the veterinarian the next day. I said, “But we hardly know each other.”

She said, “So? Does my dog have to suffer because we hardly know each other?”

As we drove to a restaurant, I sensed her attitude turning somewhat hostile. I started feeling guilty about not agreeing to take her dog to the vet. Her dog, I said to myself, probably had two broken hind legs, and Sally probably had to visit a sick aunt in the hospital. How could I be so inconsiderate? But when I found out her dog was going in for his annual chest X-ray, and she had an appointment with her hair dresser, it made me furious. Was her hair more important than her dog’s health? And I couldn’t help wondering how, many packs a day did her dog smoke?

This is when it occurred to me that this date was not on the right track. Here we were between a play and a restaurant, and she was hostile and I was furious. I had a more cordial relationship with my parole officer.

I thought, maybe we ought to go back to her house, start the date over, and see if we can get it right. Then I realized what an unrealistic thought that was. What if her parents moved out while we were out on our date? She could become my responsibility. At least in the restaurant there was a chance she might fall in love with the waiter and I’ll go home alone.

We headed straight for the restaurant.

I had a feeling the hostility did not end in the car. As we looked over the menu, she suggested I order large portions for myself. I asked, “Do I look that hungry?”

She said, “No, you look lean and undernourished.”

I asked, “Why do you say that?”

She said, “Your toupee is loose.”

“I don’t wear a toupee. My hair is just a little messed up from keeping the car window open.”

“Well, my ex-husband wore a toupee and he looked just like that.”

“Like what? Lean?”

“No, messed up.”

“Where did he buy his toupee?” I asked. “In Mop-City?”

She replied, “Who cuts your hair? Jack the Ripper?”

And so, the mood was set for a romantic dinner. I ordered lamb chops, she ordered well-done steak. When we got our orders, she insisted her steak was not well-done and had the waiter take it back. While we waited for her steak, we tried discussing a topic which could not possibly lead to any kind of dispute or resentment — we remained silent.

A couple sitting at the next table looked at us, obviously amused. I said to them, “Would you believe this is our first date?”

As they both laughed, the guy asked, “What would you two do if you were married?”

I replied, “We’d probably shoot Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles at each other.”

When Sally’s steak arrived, I was a little embarrassed when she insisted her steak was still not well-done enough. The waiter looked quite irritated. In an attempt to avoid a scene, I whispered, “Sally, please, don’t give the waiter a hard time.”

She said, “Don’t worry about it. I can handle him.”

I said, “Don’t be silly, he has a day job as a demolition expert for the Parking Violations Bureau. Your car’ll never be safe in this town.”

“I don’t care if he’s a Swat Team coordinator for the B’nai Brith,” she replied angrily. “That steak is not well-done and I want him to take it back.” Sally and the waiter looked at each other like two disgruntled hockey players about to strike each other with a puck. It was not a pretty sight. At that moment, it became painfully clear to me that my chances of going home alone that evening were unfortuntely rather slim.

As the waiter grudgingly took back Sally’s steak once more, I knew I must be strong enough not to let little setbacks turn into major obstacles. There’s always a light at the end of the tunnel. We were still on good terms with the busboy.

In a short few minutes our waiter returned from the kitchen, carrying a tray with two plates. One plate contained a small stack of ashes, the other plate contained a steak and a blow torch. He leaned over and said to Sally with a smirk, “Which one would you like? This one,” pointing to the plate with ashes, “is already well-done, and this one,” pointing to the other plate, “you have to well-do yourself.”

In disgust, Sally turned to me, “Do you believe this?”

I said, “Take the ashes — the blow torch is extra.”

Our meal up until this point raised some serious questions in my mind: If a date ends between the main course and dessert, does the guy have to pay the entire check? If he does, does this restaurant have a back exit?

When I finally did pay the check at the end of the meal, I got this strange feeling that the owner wanted us as far away from his restaurant as possible — I got my change in Mexican currency.

Believe it or not, this date had a happy ending. I finally took Sally home — and her parents were there! I was never so happy to see a girl’s parents wait up for her. And I didn’t even mind hearing her father, who was apparently used to her coming home earlier, say, “You should’ve been home an hour ago.”

I was tempted to add, We should’ve been home four hours ago.

Strangely, I called her again only a week later. Despite all the things our first date left to be desired, one thing it was not — dull. And that ain’t small potatoes.

Three months later, we were still trying to get that first date right. Depending on how you look at it, things got a lot worse or very exciting. Agreeing on what to do on a night out always turned into something between a legal litigation and the Jerry Spriger Show.

On one particular rainy Saturday night I decided, rather than make the first suggestion as to where we should go, and start an argument, I’d leave everything up to Sally. The moment I stepped into her house, I said, “Tonight we go anywhere you want to go.”

She asked, “Anywhere?”

I said, “Anywhere.”

She shocked me with, “I want to go wherever you want to go.”

I said, “Look, if you’re not feeling well we can stay home and watch TV.”

“No, I’m feeling okay. Anywhere you want to go is fine.”

“Okay, let’s go bowling.”

She gave me a funny look, “Bowling?”

“Yes, tonight’s a good night for bowling.”

“You’re in a mood to go bowling?”

“I thought you want to go wherever I want to go.”

“I do. I just want to make sure that that’s where you want to go?”

“Yes,” I replied, “that’s where I want to go.”

“On a night like this?!” she screamed. “It’s raining and disgusting out there!”

“Bowling is indoors!”

After several moments of silence, she said, “Why don’t we go to a movie?”

Sarcastically, I said, “We can’t go to a movie. My dentist says I shouldn’t eat popcorn.”

“Who says you have to eat popcorn? Why don’t you suck a toasted marshmallow?”

By the time we finally left her house, half the night was gone and we were no closer to a decision as to where to go. The only reason we left was because we couldn’t even agree on which room to argue in.

Driving while engaged in a heated debate and having no idea where you’re going is next to impossible. You begin seeing every corner as a logistical dilemma. Do you turn left, right, or go straight ahead? It doesn’t really matter. But it could if you eventually decide where to go. Do you jump yellow lights? You don’t even know if you’re in a rush.

We finally reached a big intersection. No matter which way you looked there were about six choices — main roads, divided roads, service roads, dirt roads, etc. It drove me crazy. I pulled the car over and, in a rather loud tone, said, “That’s it! I’ve had it! We can’t go on like this! We make one wrong turn here and we wind up in Yukon. You know what’s in Yukon? Nothing! No movies, no bowling, no restaurants, absolutely nothing — just more roads! You want to wind up in Yukon?!”

A little shook up, she took a deep breath and said, “Hey, calm down. What are you getting so excited about?”

I said, “We have to make a decision now, before we enter that intersection.”

She said, “I already said I wanted to see a movie.”

“We can’t see a movie anymore — it’s too late. No movies start at one-thirty in the morning.”

“Okay, then let’s go bowling.”

“Are you sure?” I asked. “Let’s not rush into things. There are still plenty of options open. We can go to the park and watch the dew settle on the leaves. We can take the Times Square Shuttle back and forth sixty-eight times and pretend we went cross-country. We can even go upstate to a farm and watch the hens crow at the full moon.”

She said, “Hens don’t crow.”

I said, “After listening to us for a few minutes there’s no telling what they’ll do.”

“And there’s no full moon out.”

“By the time we make a decision there will be!”

Some friends of mine were getting together in a nearby bowling alley that night. We headed in that direction. We arrived only to find out that my friends had already left and the entire bowling alley had been taken over by a group of Japanese tourists having a tournament. We were informed that the only way we could play is if we joined one of their teams.

Ever get the feeling “this is your last chance?” Well, I had a terrible feeling that this tournament was the last thing going on in the entire city that night. I decided we’re not taking any chances — we played.

The only one on our team who spoke english was the captain. And he had laryngitis. This was the first time in my life I bowled and played “charade” at the same time.

Although they were all a bunch of nice people, the disappointment of expecting to spend an evening with old friends in a local bowling alley and winding up in Japan, took its toll. My bowling was not quite up to par. In the first game, while Sally got five strikes, I got eleven gutter balls. Sally asked, “Didn’t you once tell me you were a good bowler?”

I said, “‘Good’ is relative. The people I normally bowl with get quite a bit of gutter balls — in other people’s lanes!” She didn’t buy my definition of ‘good.’ So I tried convincing her that in Japan gutter balls are worth more points than strikes. She didn’t buy that either. I felt crushed.

As the night wore on, I racked up so many gutter balls, I was sure the bowling alley was on a slant. But I said nothing. I knew the guy who built the place and I didn’t want to get him into trouble.

As I drove sally home, I couldn’t help thinking how the prospects of my becoming a professional athlete in Japan got shot right out of the water tonight. But I didn’t let it bother me. In Brooklyn, Pac Man still carried some weight.

By the time I walked Sally to her front door, I had almost forgotten that the night started in anger and hostility. It’s amazing what frustration can do to you.

As she searched through her pocketbook for her keys, she looked up and said, “You know, I had a rotten time tonight.”

I said, “Thank you. So did I.”

She said, “I don’t think I want to see you again.”

“I wasn’t about to ask.” I turned and walked towards my car. As I opened the car door, I looked back “What time you want me to pick you up tomorrow night?”

She said, “Eight o’clock.” We tried not to smile. I got in my car and drove off.

And this is how the relationship lasted nine months. Such relationships get too involved to end quickly. And they’re far too strife-ridden to last forever.

(Original by Josh Greenberger from shopndrop.com)

It can be nerve-wracking and worrisome when a friend or family member is sick, injured, or undergoing surgery or a medical procedure. For adults, elective surgeries are accompanied by many of the same risks as emergency surgeries. When the patient is a child, he or she can easily be frightened by unfamiliar surroundings and the team of medical professionals. Often, an ill or recuperating adult will appreciate the ways in which a funny get well card can lift his or her spirits, while a child can be comforted by a thoughtful gift or card.

It’s appropriate to send a funny get well card to those who expect to have a speedy recovery, or to those who are having elective surgery or a common but distasteful medical procedure. For example, if a friend is having a colonoscopy, a card that depicts a patient standing on an exam table with his pants down while a doctor with a clipboard looks on, and a caption that reads, “Life can sure be a pain in the butt,” is sure to be appreciated.

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Similarly, if a loved one is dealing with a rash or hives, a funny get well card might depict a man sitting on an exam table with beehives attached to various parts of his body and a doctor saying, “I must say, Harold. You have the worst case of hives I’ve ever seen.”

A funny get well card doesn’t have to relate to your loved one’s specific medical procedure or surgery. For example, virtually any man with a sense of humor would appreciate a card that illustrates a patient on the operating table of a vasectomy clinic. The doctor has lifted up the sheet and turns and says to the nurse, “Nurse, looks like we’ll need to use the pediatric instruments for this one.”

If you know a sick or injured child, you understand that gentle humor will help lift his or her spirits. A get well card with a drawing of a bunny with a cast on his arm that says, “Being sick sure isn’t much fun” on the outside and, “But being spoiled is!” on the inside might bring a smile to the kid’s face.

Often, though, kids appreciate a thoughtful get well gift. For example, a soft, plush kitten that comes with removable casts and bandages would definitely appeal to a child who is sick or injured.

Even parents and parents-to-be appreciate gifts that will help them prepare for those inevitable times when their children are injured. A red pouch that contains a reusable ice pack serves two purposes: to ice an injured area without the harsh effects of direct contact, and reducing the child’s fear by hiding blood. Even an emesis basin (for vomiting) can be appealing – if it’s covered in cartoons and comes with a sealable lid.

Whether it’s through a funny get well card or a thoughtful gift, you have the ability to lift the spirits of loved ones who are sick or injured.

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Whether intentional or not, the image that contains shadow image in this product is to be an interesting idea for the product marketing strategy. Maybe this photo was already removed earlier and replaced with a clearer picture and ‘clean’, before finally appears bright idea to expose the ‘error’ image-making itself. Be, a campaign slogan or phrase that comes from ‘mistakes’ that’s lucky.

Instead of talking about the benefits of the product being promoted, even attracted the attention of viewers by making the actual sentence there is no relationship at all with the product itself. However, this proved a very effective way to attract people’s attention. So people who see it, will take a closer look, trying to understand what happened, and finally figure out what the product actually being offered. I think this is good strategy to emulate. Already many of the ideas that come to your mind huh? Please be creative and good luck.

Good marketing tricks …. curious potential customers!

Ha ha ha ha … I almost could not say a word when I see this picture. Funny, very funny. A very brilliant idea. Without much comment, I myself would have tried the drink product. Whatever I learned later, not a problem, what is important is my curiosity will soon be answered. And maybe, I’ll try and try again, because we do not know (the taste) we will get it next time. How about you, wondering too huh?

Nice Toilet

Toilet’s normal. But what’s interesting is a funny picture on it. Satirical wearer, such as aircraft launched a bomb attack barrage.  Humanitarian Bombing! Ha ha ha ha …. so I want to put it on my toilet.