First on Five
And A Happy Talk Like A Pirate Day. Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, me mateys
Thanks for all the wishes, folks; I did have a pretty nice day, so whee! 
LiLi, gentle hugs sent your way and calming vibes to Nat – I can’t imagine how much energy it takes to keep him off his feet!
Rosie beat me to it, but yar matey’s anyway. LOL
I am -so- glad that the weekend is here. Tomorrow will involve going to about 3 different places to run errands and get groceries, but other than that, I’m going to just chill out.
If y’all get any e-mails telling you that you should not eat canned pork because it will spread H1N1, ignore it. It’s Spam.
Saturday blurfage. I have to go set up for Shrimp Fest '09.
Owwww, that was painful, Bobbio.
Gotta get up, finish up some meeting minutes and an agenda, and then it’s off to a meeting, followed by some babysitting, followed by getting stuff done at home.
Also, I should eat breakfast.
Avast! and all that piratey stuff.
GT
Arrrrrr! Tis off to pilage!
: keelhauls **landlubber VBob :
That should makes services today interesting…
L’shanaaaaaaargh tovaaaaaarrrrgggh
hee heee
I’s tahred…rolled in at 2.30AM this morning post-newbie employee dinner. Urgh
Slept very late and even though it is 3PM here I am still in my jammies and I won’t be changing out of them today.
Had yummy lunch of toasted whole wheat English Muffin with goats cheese that I melted under the grill then added some corn and avocado to the yummy bubbly cheesy goodness and put a slice of gouda over the top and stuck it back under the grill. T’was The Yum!
Continueing watching the second season of Bones and booking my flights to see The Hubby in November is the extent of my plans today…
Oh and ‘Aaargh - avast!’ or some other nonsense!
Did ye know, mateys, you c’n set Facebook language to English (Pirate). It’s bizarrrrrrrrrrrrrgh
Well, it’s been almost two years, but I’m back in the hospital with TVMan. He had another seizure and hit his head and has a small lump. They kept him overnight, though, because he’s having trouble lifting his left arm.
Right now we’re waiting on test results. More later…
{{{{pie}}}}
Hugs to you Pie.
I’m up and about to caffienate. Then it’s a quick shower, a mad dash to the grocery store, back home to tidy and vacuum and start cooking the sauce for the lasagne.
Everyone is supposed to be here at 5:00. I’m not sure I have enough time to get everything done. Panic ensues…
AAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!
My husband is an A-Grade asshole, and his family are all a bunch of whackjobs who need their fucking heads read! What kind of dumb bitch thinks “intestinal parasites” is an appropriate topic for dinner conversation? And then accuses me of overreacting when I say I can’t eat any more??? And my husband, lowlife piece of shit that he is, then tells me I’m being stupid and childish and I need to stop embarassing him in front of his family. Fuck You and your stupid cow of a mother!
Hugs and mega doses of chocolate to you Dotty.
Time for my second cup of joe and then it’s upstairs to shower.
Oh, Pie! My best to Tvman!
{{{Pie}}}
{{{Dotty}}}
I’ve always thought “Avinu Malkenu,” as rendered a-capela and out of tune by a whole congregation long on spirit but short on musical ability, sounds a lot like a pirate dirge already… 
**Bobbio **-- I literally LOL-ed at that one
I think Dotty is a bit upset :eek:
Sadly, we omitted that one today as it is Shabbat and the Rabbi said even G-d needs a day off from our asking him for stuff.
ETA: Uh, Dotty… need a shoulder to cry on… or a punching bag?
No, Dotty, overreacting would be leaning over the table and shitting on her head. What you did was proper and normal.
Rigs, there was a news story about a rash of car break-ins in your neighborhood. Someone was going up to cars parked at hair salons with a brick, smashing the windows and taking purses, GPS’s, etc. Get a perm and an insurance claim.
Today has been decreed Lazy Saturday in lieu of the typical Lazy Sunday. Reason is tomorrow is a Bears game, and we’ll be up and out, running about. Slept late, made myself a nice egg sandwich for breakfast, and now will do NUTTIN until I make dinner, which is basically heating up some frozen, marinated salmon I packed away a few weeks ago, baking a Tater (N.O.T. and opening some vino.
Cuervo loves Lazy Whatever Days, because he gets to lie next to me all day and purr.
My mother and my SiL? We’ve had to remind them repeatedly that the rest of the family is neither almost-70 nor medical crew.
Happy new year to those who are celebrating it.
{{{{{LiLi}}}}} and {{{{{{Pie}}}}}.
I’ve discovered I have a kitchen problem. At least one of my kitchenmates doesn’t wash pots after using them. Sigh.
Nava, it sounds like you need to discuss intestional parasites with careless roommate as he/she/it is eating.
Dottie, perhaps it is time for a nice round of talk about female troubles at the table. Or maybe the 1001 uses for bacon. Either should cause heads to aspolde.