Marty's Joke of the Day

Marty's Joke of the day is an internet column that I've written for more than 5 years.
I tell humorous stories about my "sweet wife" and raising our 4 young sons, named #1, #2, #3, and #4.
After 5 years of story telling, in August of 2005, doctors found a brain tumor in son #4.
Our focus here has changed little as we still try to find humor in our lives.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

9/28 - Run Silent, Run Downstairs

Thursday, September 28, 2006

It’s amazing what you didn’t know that you didn’t know. Such is
life on the first real day of a new job. Today was such a day, and
my first full at as PACS administrator. It was both exciting and
mind boggling to see the complex process of a simple x-ray from
very beginning to end. It was interesting to see how the x-ray
gets ‘digitized’ and all of the hoops it has to go through before
it ends up in the big database in the sky. It’s also a bit scary
to see all of the hands that work on a single “study”. That’s
where I come in. I have to keep an eye on all of the studies that
go from our division to the database, and make sure all of those
hands put in the correct data. If they don’t, I get to fix ‘em.
I’ll get a couple more days look at it next week. Rumor has it
that they’re finally going to offer a candidate my old position.
Of course, they’ll never keep up with as good I did!

My sweet wife just came down and popped her head in the door. “Do
you have a minute?” I told her not right now, but that I’d be done
in about 5 minutes and could talk with her. She said, “Ok” but
then she just stood there. After a minute or so I looked back and
asked, “Anything wrong?” She said, “Um, no. But with 3 boys
practicing the viola upstairs, it’s a little quieter down here.”

Hmm... that makes sense.

Enjoy today’s Jokes!


Jim had an awful day fishing on the lake, sitting in the blazing
sun all day without catching a single one. On his way home, he
stopped at the supermarket and ordered four catfish. He told the
fish salesman, "Pick four large ones out and throw them at me,
will you?" "Why do you want me to throw them at you?" "Because I
want to tell my wife that I caught them." "Okay, but I suggest
that you take the orange roughy." "But why?" "Because your wife
came in earlier today and said that if you came by, I should tell
you to get the roughy. She prefers that for supper tonight."


"Today, thanks to 'digital' technology, there is no way to tell
for sure where in the world your music is. It might be on a little
tiny chip the size of a toenail that holds 19,000 songs, which
means two things: 1) Satan is clearly involved; and 2) a
reasonably strong ant could make off with your entire music
~Dave Barry


After an exhausting weekend, I woke up Monday morning and sleepily
packed lunch for my eight-year-old child. When I got home from
work late that day, she handed me a note from her teacher,
requesting that I see her. "What's this all about?" I asked
sternly. Opening her lunch box, my daughter showed me the drink I
had packed for her that morning. It was a can of beer.

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