Fun with Disaster

I've found a new calling in life. One of the many hats I should wear as a responsible member of this community. I'm joining up with the American Red Cross as a member of their Disaster Action Team.

To begin my journey down this path, I've taken an intro class last Wednesday. It was a good class and had a very good overview of the ARC and it's disaster action. I hope that I will be a very valuable member of the team.

Training continues next Tuesday with a class in Mass Care. So, life should get interesting as I learn how to deal with disasters and help people during those perilous times.

So, Joke of the day..... I know, I know.. I'm slacking. Today is kind of fun. This came to me in my e-mail and is a thank you to all those that forwarded e-mails regarding, well, you'll see...

Joke of the Day:
I want to thank all of you who have taken the time and trouble to send
me your chain letters over the past two years. Thank you for making me
feel safe, secure, blessed, and wealthy. Because of your concern...
I no longer can drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.
I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr Pepper since the people who make these
products are atheists who refuse to put "Under God" on their cans.
I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.
I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be
pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.
I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a
water buffalo on a hot day.
I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a
perfume sample and rob me.
I no longer receive packages from UPS or FedEx since they are actually
Al Qaeda in disguise.
I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don't support our
troops.
I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a
stupid number for which I will get the phone bill from hell with calls
to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore, and Uzbekistan.
I no longer eat prepackaged foods because the estrogens they contain
will turn me gay.
I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant
freaks with no eyes or feathers.
I no longer go to bars because someone will drug me and take my kidneys
and leave me taking a nap in a bathtub full of ice.

Thanks to you, I have learned that God only answers my prayers if I
forward an email to 7 of my friends and make a wish within 5 minutes.
I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl who has
been dying for the past seven years.
I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive
the $15,000 that Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in
their special e-mail program.

I will now return the favor.

If you don't send this e-mail to at least 1200 people in the next 60
seconds, a large bird with diarrhea will fly over your head at 5:00 pm
and the fleas of a thousand camels will infest your armpits. I know
this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of a friend
of a friend's neighbor's cousin, and he's a lawyer.