Works for me. I think you’d have too much splainin to do it it reads bobbio. 
Hi, kai!
fcm and biotigs, love alla yur stuffs. (I must be channeling a lolcat.)
I gotta go. Fifteen press kits to put together STAT.
Tupug
Well, I only get 4 letter spaces to play with…
Mama Tigs, that is a steal for the scarves!!! Let me talk to hubby and I will email you. 
We had thought about burning a lot of it but we needed to clear a space to fire up the incinerator - and if it goes a bit wrong, it’s an awful long way for VBob to come and sort it out!
Err…the plans for Hungary are kind of still lurking. I’ve told 'im indoors several times that if he wants to sell the house and get a decent price for it then he needs to sort out a few things, the garden being one of them. I think he’s slowly starting to realise that. However, he’s also had a fancy to emigrate to Oz but has always been about five points short on their skilled migration assessment - but now they’ve apparently re-jigged the assessment and he’s got enough points to get in now. He needs to decide where he really wants to go, and then get some plans made before it’s too late. I keep reminding him he’s 40 next year!
Well, I’m vertical, caffeinated, and back to the grind. It was a good vacation while it lasted, and as always, it didn’t last nearly long enough. Ah, but I look forward to my 5th year here (which will be in just under 3 years) when I earn my third week of vacation.
Nothing new under the sun, otherwise, save for it being the 6th anniversary of 9/11 and the attendant “where were you…” and 'How have things changed since…" topics that usually crop up on messages boards at this time. I still like reading them though. It was probably the largest event on this continent I’ve been alive for and fully aware of, and somewhat recent events even here in Ontario Canada, with that quasi-terror cell arrested last year (and who were tried at the courthouse just a few minutes from my place), it still strikes a personal chord.
Fortunately it hasn’t been too busy a day around here today, so it’s made easing back work a little more palatable. I just had a client say “crappy-doodle” to me without a trace of irony.
LiLi - That morning sickness seems to be going on a bit long, isn’t it? I thought it only lasted a couple of weeks or so? Not that I have any personal experience.
BBBobbio - Cool. VBOB works. At least it’s easy to remember.
BusDude - That which issues from vending machine spigots is not coffee. It is volcanic mud. It may contain caffeine, and may indeed contain trace amounts of Juan Valdez’s ashen remains, but this still does not a coffee make. Anything whose extreme taste and temperature cannot be tamed no matter how much milk and sugar you put in it should be classified as a hazardous substance and require the use of a HazMat suit.
Heff&Roo - If I planned on actually doing nothing – like, literally, nothing – the universe as we know it would implode and be replaced with something even more hideous and inexplicable. It’s really quite the conundrum.
TMI alert:
I’m wearing a thong today to avoid the Visible Panty Line Syndrome, and I discovered when I went to the bathroom after getting to work that it’s on sideways.
I think I need more caffeine.
Morning, all. I had a bad night – we had thunderstorms moving through, and every time I thought it had quieted down enough that Rusty would let me sleep, it would start thundering again and he’d start freaking again. So I got up this morning, opened the back door for the idiots, and went back to bed.
I’m caffeinating from our new coffeepot. We’d had a slight crack in the bottom of the old one for some months now – it was a cheapie, enough so that we couldn’t find a replacement pot for it – and yesterday afternoon I was pouring a cup of coffee for Papa Tigs when crack! a small chunk popped out of the crack and a nice stream of hot coffee started pouring out all over the counter. So there I was dancing around trying to find something for it to pour into and not burn myself, while yelling, “Shit! Shit! Shit!” the whole time, which caused Papa Tigs to come running afraid that I’d hurt myself. Life is never dull when you have a broken coffee pot. Fortunately, the new cheapie he ran out and bought works fine. Because as FCM learned, a Mama without coffee ain’t human!
Good to see you, kai! I was thinking about you a few days ago when there was a special on TV about Kodiak Island. You live in a stunningly beautiful place. Although I’m sure it’s not as beautiful as your new granddaughter! If Skiffman does go fishing for the red crab, please let us know so we can send extra-good thoughts out his way. That is a scary way to make a living!
Where is Special One? He was off to do reserve duty, and hasn’t reported back in. I hope he’s okay.
That’s quite a brambly mess there, BooFae! It looks like a lot I used to walk past on my way to school as a child, where these huge, juicy blackberries grew. It always called for a stop for a snack when the berries were ripe! What are you going to do with the berries you pick? Will you have enough to make jam or something?
I’d better shut up and get back to work. My work schedule got seriously turned upside down by last night’s storms, and there’s more coming in this afternoon. I’d happily send the rain elsewhere, except that the farmers around here need it, too.
Hah! I’ve done that before, but I’ve always discovered it before leaving the house, thank God.
Pictures!
:Passes some coffee to taxi:
It generally lasts from week 6 through weeks 14-16. Two months or so. I’m just really frigging lucky. About 10% of women never stop being morning sick. Which is a misnomer. It’s quite often All Day Sick.
I feel better now, but tired. The laundry’s done, and I’m making ham and black pepper bread, oatmeal bread, and chocolate cinnamon buns (make normal cinnamon buns filling, and then make a separate batch of ganache [chocolate and heavy cream] and fille them with both. The kitchen gets fantastically messy) and oatmeal bread. This is the first time I’ve done bread since I started getting sick in May.
I should also make a crock-pot full of beef and veg soup but I might leave that till tomorrow. Bread and buns plus laundry is enough before work.
Make it thirty cents now.
Congrats to you both, scout.
Phew! My first PitFight.
I was commenting on something someone said the thread pitting Nava, and some jerk jumped on what I said. We ended up trading pleasantries a few times.
It wasn’t exciting like I thought it would be. Mostly tiring trying to keep explaining something seemingly very simple to him. (I assume him)
You did good, BusDude.
G’morning…at least it is still morning here. It’s very pleasant to be up and read the MMP and see all the hi’s, I missed all of you! This is gonna be a short one by necessity, I have to run to the doctor’s office and see the vampire, as the doc won’t give me any more drug refills until I do, and it is, of course, a fasting blood draw, so no caffiene, juice, nothing since midnight. The cranberry juice is mocking me. I think we will stop by Starbuck’s for a special coffee on the way home, and then skiffman is gonna make breakfast with bacon, sausage, eggs and hash browns. I don’t usually eat much is anything for breakfast, maybe a piece of fruit or toast, but up early and off and running on a cold, grey morning calls for something hot and satisfying when I get back. Oh dear, that sounds like a set up line to me.
Happy day everyone!
Well, so would it be so bad if you got something hot and satisfying when you get back? 
I think it was my first Pitting. But my experience there is that most Pit threads go like that, MBG. Several of the pit posters never leave the place and just yell at anything anybody says, whatever it is.
That’s true. The amount of screaming is pretty amazing. That’s why I generally read the Pit, but don’t post much there.
Yawn. As soon as the bread’s done it’s naptime. Well, after eating a bunch of my baked goods.
Shhhhhh Nava, you’ll give skiffman ideas, and it’s not a feel good kinda morning for me. I am about to curl up with my coffee and watch The Weakest Link while he makes brekkie. With my particular health issues I am not very flexible until the day has progressed, perhaps after the kidlets are in bed tonight…
So my favorite vampire drew my blood without incident, she always gets me with one stick. I know that my glucose readings are gonna be bad, but after I get back on my meds for three months and they repeat the test it will all be good. I am curious how my liver is doing though, but I am not going to worry about anything which has yet to be confirmed.
Yes Mama Tigs Kodiak is eye candy every day. The problem is that when one is exposed to the scenery every day one must make an effort to notice it after several years. Not too many nights ago I sat out on the back deck as night fell and watched the stars come out, it’s one of my favorite things to do. It was a still night, and the scent of the ocean mixed with the tail end of summer flowers was just…intoxicating.
Ok, curl up time has arrived, and I smell breakfast beginning. Life is good.
Hi, gang! I’m here and I brought snacks. Don’t shove - there are plenty to go around.
Good to see you again, kai! You seem to be one happy grandma!
**LiLi ** - you need to keep records of how often you got sick, then use it to guilt your kid as appropriate. Along with tales of 40-hour labor and stuff like that. I think it’s a mother rule.
**welby ** - oh yeah, right. **MamaTigs ** and I hit all the clubs, danced on the bars, and shook our respective groove thangs. You’re on to us… Incidentally, my sweetie took my bro and his gf out sailing on Sat - said it was very like when we took you. Except Carol was asking him “Can this thing sink?” She wasn’t much of a boat person.
We got a T-storm last night - maybe more than one, but I was pretty dead asleep. And it’s raining on and off right now - they’re promising us showers thru the night. I can only hope.
I’ve got a pork tenderloin thawing for supper. I put it in the fridge this morning but it’s still rock hard, so it’s in a bowl of water now. I’ve got at least 90 minutes before I have to seriously consider how to prepare it, so I’m OK, I think. We’ll see in 90 minutes…
Incidentally, is it Friday yet??
Woo hoo, I can almost make a phone call now!
I’ve also done the sideways thong thing, and discovered it very late into the day. Hey, the things resemble triangles - it’s hard to figure out! Plus, with clothing going to tagless, you don’t have a strong visual cue.
Underwear: a job best left to the experts.
Glad I’m not the only one who’s had thong issues. But I’ve gotta ask
Does this mean it’s best to leave the underwear-wearing to the experts and the rest of us should go commando or does it mean that we need the experts to stop by and tell us how to put our underwear on in the morning? 'Cause if they’re good-looking underwear experts, I might be ok with a daily underwear inspection.
Hi kai! Glad to hear you’re doing ok.