Friday, January 25, 2008

That's Not A Beaver . . .

Over a year ago, we were waiting for my husband in his office. Son #1 was bored. Wanted to search the internet. I asked what he was going to look for. He said he wanted to research his favorite animal. I took the bait.

"What's that son?"


Ok, go wipe up the coffee you just spewed out of your nose. Fortunately, I was not drinking anything at that moment, and, like most mothers, I have practiced the ability to not show emotion when your children present you with shocking information.

"Uh . . . sure son. Let's search Google." So I let him put it in the search bar, knowing the inherent danger of searching the world wide web for "beaver" hits. But satisfied that the first three pages of search results appeared to be of the National Geographic/Animal Planet variety of beavers, I let him search. I laid on the floor, closing my eyes, trying to catch some much needed rest.

A moment later, my heart leaped into my throat.

"Uh . . . that's not a beaver . . ." a confused young man said.

I sat up as quickly as I could, trying to clear the haze from my eyes. Trying to focus on the screen, prepare for damage control. My eyes cleared and the first thing I saw was blond, teased hair, pretty blue eyes . . .

It was a website for Kathy Beaver, Remax agent. Selling real estate.

Tragedy averted. Well, at least for another year or two.

* * * * *

This morning, I showed up to my client's office, ready to log into the web and get working. They have a security system that requires us to log into a private secure website and then go through our own secure site. The log in procedure is pretty simple - open up internet explorer, try to launch an external website, the internal login in will pop up . . . and yada, yada, yada.

Normally, I open up IE and try to launch AOL. This morning, for whatever reason, I decided to try to open I don't know if I just have slippery fingers (the "a" key is very close to the "s" key) . . . or if things have really gotten this bad.

But in a room full of people I supervise, I logged into the internet . . .

and found myself logged into www . man . com.

Fortunately, its just site of links, as opposed to pictures.

But with link descriptions like that, you really don't need pictures.

Respectfully submitted,

The Wife


BamBam said...

LOL !!!!!

In my case it was a rush, rush, rush to get an answer first in a team building excersise at my last job. We were answering "however possible" trivia questions to gain points. The basics were about the workplace and/or our business.

To keep everyone awake, legit trivia questions were being asked. I'm resourceful, I'll just get up and running and my team will have a good head start. What a leader !

Except.... I typed
Also a link page but with 5 or 6 pics as teasers.

The first question we needed help with, I turn and pull the monitor around for all to see.

Weeeeeee !

Anonymous said...

You have the story backwards a little.

You LOGGED onto the site THEN your fingers were slippery.
One time I was emailing a friend of mine. I was at work, but he was home. He asked for a good porn site so I told him to check out (he had dial up so couldn't really spend time on a video site). I closed the email and went to open up another website and my fingers accidentally typed in No idea why. Not only were there pictures everywhere, but then all the pop ups started... well popping up. Finally got them all closed. Then had to go tell my very cute boss what happened. Then we had sex in her office.... no not really :(