That’s disgusting.
Um… that wasn’t what I meant! Really :o (I was thinking “man melts into a puddle”, OK?)
And you, young lady, have a dirtier mind than I do, which is quite an accomplishment! 
I don’t have a warm-n-fuzzy that he’s asking for my professional help…
HAH! You just made my day, 'mika.
I meant to say earlier… YUM! ::fans self::
I do the burnin’, you stay professional… At least I’m sure I won’t be getting any competition from Swampy! (Appendages still crossed, BTW!)
**Haze **-- if this is getting to be too much, just tell me to knock it off, OK?
Yay for PapaTigs! That is way cool!!
Hugs to **TPlay ** and Mrs. TPlay - be strong - you’ll get thru this.
Not gonna get distracted by muscular young semi-clad studs sweating in the sun. Nope. Not me. No way.
OOPS - **swampy ** is interviewing at this very moment - guess I should stop typing and start crossing…
Appendages crossed here, too, Swampy.
{{Tokyo’s}}
We had a cool lunch-n-learn today. This company that manufactures fiberglass products. We maybe could use some of their stuff to lighten up our heavy-ass equipment. And there would be less welding. Might work!
That’s all I got. Is it 5:00 yet?
♪♪♪ It’s five o’clock somewhere! ♪♪♪
Hey Some1, I wanna change the subject a bit. One of my day dreams is to tour Israel on a bicycle, probably starting in Tel Aviv, and winding up in Eilat, but I’m flexible on the route. I could see doing a round trip if I’m missing too much stuff the other way.
How feasible is it?
How hard WRT laws, visas, and the like?
Any cool places to visit that are not religious tourist traps?
Extremely feasible, November through April or so. It’s well under 1000 miles for the round trip (Tel-Aviv -> Northern Israel -> Down to Eilat -> Back to Tel Aviv,) no matter how roiundabout you try to make the route.
Not so much the rest of the time (too Og-D**n hot!)
American? Don’t need a visa for tourism. Just show up.
All of Tel-Aviv at night, Some beautiful scenery and nature spots in the North and South (South is desert, so it may be an acquired taste, but IMHO there are some truly awesome places there, on par perhaps with the Grand Canyon and such)
Many not-strictly-religious but very interesting historical sites.
And there are so many religious sites, even they can’t all be made into tourist traps!
Have you seen the Boomerang Channel? It’s Cartoon Network’s little brother or something. They’ve got a video set to this song, and play it sometimes.
Of course, since that I’ve posted this without checking the rest of the MMP from gt’s post, someone will have mentioned it already.
Pffft. My friends have the most inappropriate senses of humor you’ll ever come across. I have yet to meet my “too much” threshold. 
I just combed through my entire house looking for an envelope with $100 in it - at least, I think it had $100. I wanted to look into it to make sure, but I can’t find it. I’m thinking that maybe my mom threw it out while she was here - and if she did, I’m pretty sure that it was empty, because she’s quite careful about such things. Still, it’s nagging me.
Okay, am getting mind of the gutter and scuttling off to work. Have a lovely afternoon/evening!
Is that a dare?
MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM!
…Can I do next week’s MMP?
I’d consider it a challenge.
But then again, I’ve been to too many “Team Building” workshops in my life.
I can still win this hands down, you know.
Actually, I think this contest calls for hands to be slightly more… involved
Been too damn busy round the office to properly catch up, but I just had a freaky thing happen.
So I answer the phone as is my wont (and part of my job description) and the following conversation (approximately) takes place:
Woman: "Hi, this is [woman’s name] from the Trillium Health Center…
Me: [scribbling down name and company, as I like to keep a log of my calls]
Woman: "…and I’m calling on behalf of your father Mr. [somethingorother; it didn’t immediately register] to do a follow up prior to his being discharged from the hospital.
Me: [temporarily stunned, thinking Hospital? Discharged? Dad? The hell? When was he in the hospital?. Once my brain kicks into gear, I think, maybe she’s got the wrong number. I mean, this is a place of business, so I say, "Um, you’ve called Place Where I Work.
Woman: “Yes, your dad gave us your name and this number as a reference to call.”
Me: “Um. I didn’t even know my dad was in the hospital.”
Woman: “Is this Mindfield?”
Me: “Yes, it is.” [I’m getting a little freaked at this point, though I can’t figure out what he’d be doing at Trillium when he lives one city over and has tons of other hospitals he could’ve gone to.]
Woman: “And your father is Mr. Loit?”
Me: “Um, no. Mr. Lastname.”
Woman: “Really? Not Mr. Loit?”
Me: “No, definitely not.”
Woman: “And this is (905) 555-5555?”
Me: “Yes, that’s right.”
Woman: “Well, this is very weird. He gave us your name and this number to call.”
Me: “You’re telling me! Definitely not my dad though.”
Woman: “Can I just ask you to verify your home number?”
Me: “(905) 555-6666.”
Woman: “Well, that’s not the same. I am very sorry if I alarmed you about this!”
Me: “That’s okay, I’m just glad it isn’t my dad.”
It was a bit surreal. They had my correct first name, and the correct company name and phone number, but nothing else matched. I admit I was a tad shaken at the mention of my father being in the hospital, but talk of him being discharged when I had no idea he’d even been admitted just confused me. I had that scare once about 12 years ago, except it was him, so that’s why I got a bit freaked.
Whew. Okay, back to the grind.
Now, dear, you have to wait for the bear’s crickets.
(But I figure you’re a shoe-in.) 
tp, sounds like you are in a lot of pain. Don’t be macho…take the meds. Sometimes life hands you shite and it’s necessary.
Mindfield, that’s scary, but it’s probably good karma for you dad!
Swampy – how’d it go, dude? Can appendages be uncrossed yet?