It's not possible for you to get anyone into trouble.  They can only get themselves into trouble.

It disturbs me greatly that they have these trysts in a hospital.  I hardly think that would be sanitary!  Can you imagine what their supervisors would think?  Imagine what would happen if the local media found out.  It would be a PR nightmare for that hospital.

Theses are two adults acting like a bunch of adolescents with little regard to their actions.  They even had the audacity to post their pictures!  They'd be fired on the spot if the administrators knew what was going on behind closed "call room" doors.

They should reflect on what they post and ask themselves, "What would my patients think if they read this"?

He's the biggest blog sensation since emoticon theater. 

Send me your blog.

Why don't I get to see your boring blog?

What's the other blog?  I am agnostic toward them but am eager to be anti-blog.

in a way, it would be the perfect communication device for my family since i hate the phone..but i don't think they are all that interested in what i'm doing anyhow

I was running along at around mile six of a big long race this past May. My brother was socializing in the back of the pack and my training partner was stopping to puke every half mile. With no one to talk to, I began listening to the two guys in front of me. If for some reason, Ella, you ever get bitten by the ultra bug, you'll discover as I did that no matter what race, what distance, what time of day or night, the guys in front of you are talking about shoes. Always. I listened in on the shoe conversation, learned there's an important distinction between running in Mudrocs and Roclites. For instance, you might wear the Roclites in a road race, but you'd never wear the Mudrocs on the road. Oddly, the reverse is not true. You might wear the Roclites or the Mudrocs on the trail. It all depends. Could go either way. Here at Massanutten, the guy in front of us had opted for the Roclites, but not without some trepidation. As riveting as the shoe conversation was, I was pleased to hear them take a break from it and move on to a different subject. It seems they were greatly offended by some whimsical running stories they'd found on the internet and were comparing them with another set of whimsical running stories they'd found on the same site. One of the "authors" was getting dragged through the mud. I like a good mud-dragging, myself, so I was thinking about joining them, saying things like, "That idiotic son of a bitch!" and "Derivative. Entirely derivative." Sadly, I was to discover they were talking about me.

Later that night, I was fumbling along and I was coming up on a small group crossing a particularly rocky-bouldery stretch. I heard "...and I have to say, I'm a little disappointed with the way these Roclites have held up on the technical stuff here." The Montrail Continental Divide is one tank of a shoe. Not good for much, I found, what with the mangling it did to my heels. But I tell you what, as bad as it hurt my feet, it probably was ten times worse for that guy to find one lodged in his ass as he fell down Short Mountain. My brother wanted to know why I'd done that. I said it needed to be done and he seemed to accept that.

So do I, but I would qualify that with "I love reading well-written blogs."  There are a few blogs where I was tortured by the lack of basic language skills.

See - I like blogs because it puts the crazies out in the open.  Its easier to figure out who is crazy and who is more level-headed.

I don't know. . . 9 pounds in three days?  That's possibly even better than the master cleanse

Are you meeting us next week?

Mean can sometimes be instructive. Some very important lessons can be learned because we got our feelings hurt only after we'd ignored all the opportunities to learn something we needed to learn.

Addicts often need to be broken down totally before they give up the addiction. DB, I know a lot of people who owe their lives to the fact someone hurt their feelings.