History Repeats Itself...............

The Man of the Hour, Pepe Reina shot stopper extraordinaire! (pic from soccernet.com)

The critics said it was a fluke and that if it wasn't for the "ghost goal" Liverpool would have never gotten through to the finals of the Champion's League final. Well history repeated itself, the "Special One" was proved to be rather ordinary. If you were in a trench somewhere, yesterday Liverpool beat Chelski 4 - 1 in a penalty shoot out to move to the finals in Athens!
As usual Mourinho refused to acknowledge defeat, the less said about the "special one" the better. Now bring on AC Milan once more!

Now it would be rude of me to leave out the ladies, so here is a story for you.......

For Women Only

This is a laugh for all those women out there who so look forward to that wonderful time once a year when they get to be "intimate" with their OB/GYN doctor! In Sydney, Australia one of the radio stations pays money ($1000-$5000) for people to tell their most embarrassing stories. This one netted the winner $5000....

"I was due later in the week for an appointment with the gynecologist. Early one morning I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me that I had been rescheduled for early that morning at 9:30 a.m . I had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45 a.m.

The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn't have any time to spare. As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the full effort.

So I rushed upstairs, threw off my dressing gown, wet the washcloth that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in "that area" to make sure I was at least presentable. I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment.

I was in the waiting room only a few minutes when I was called in. Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure you do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended I was in Paris or some other place a million miles away.

I was a little surprised when the doctor said, "My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven't we?" but I didn't respond. When the appointment was over, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home.

The rest of the day was normal - some shopping, cleaning, cooking, etc. After school while my six-year-old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom, "Mum, where's my washcloth?"

I told her to get another one from the cupboard. She replied, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink. It had all my glitter and sparkles in it."

Shine away ladies, shine away...........