I was thinking the same thing. I wonder if it’s too early to register 'em at Dillard’s. 
Our receptionist likes to listen to the obituary notices being read on a local radio station at 11:55 A.M. everyday. I was walking past her desk as it was ending. At the end we get the hymn of the day. Now I have the Luterun fight song, AKA, A Mighty Fortress Is Our God stuck in my head.
:smack:
And all this time, I though the Lutheran fight song was Roll Out The Barrel.
Sorry Anaamika, I guess not.
Lutheran fight song? Bwhaahaaa!
I s’pose if she hears her name, she’ll go home on the premise that being dead is a damn good excuse to skip work?
Well, we just had the second fire evacuation in two days at work. The alarm system has been collecting false detections…
Am I becoming a fire god now?
Swampy, this reminds me of a sermon I heard as a boy at my granny’s church. The pastor, a Southern Baptist, was remembering back when the fledgling church was just getting started and how the had to share a building with the Methodists. The Sunday services ran concurrently but they were seperated by a brick wall between the two congregations.
One particular sunday, our Brother Miles was preaching on the eeevils of alcohol, apparently around the time of Prohibition, how it would cloud the mind and damn the soul. His voice raising to a creshendo, he loudly implored all the congregation to “collect whatever spirits they could find, take them down to the river below and toss them, the Devil’s playtoys, into it’s depths!”
Right then, as his booming message echoed and faded away, from next door through the wall they could hear all the Methodists singing:
Yes, we’ll gather at the river
The beautiful, the beautiful river…
I am completely packed now. I even have my suitcases piled on one of those little luggage carts. I’m taking a little rest now for a couple of hours before I leave.
Well, lieu ain’t nothin’ a Texan likes more than bourbon and branch water.
The Whiskypalian fight song is Christ Is Made The Sure Foundation cause it is all hoity toity and Anglican.
Well, we’re moving at work. Sigh. It looks like I get to pack up and move my desk just before I leave. At least I purged everything a month ago, so there’s not much to move. Yay. The office version of musical chairs, involving over 700 people. My favorite.
Have a safe trip back home Tele. Jah any chance to swoop in and vulture some neat office stuff during the move? Could be fun!
pity me - I’ve been so busy I cannot catch up with the MMP :wah: 
Poor rosie!
One of the perks of workin’ where I do is commercial laundry facilities. We have two humongo commercial washers and two humongo commercial dryers. I just washed and dried two big comforters. This is allowed after all the laundry stuff we do for work is done for the day. Today was a short day, so I was able to put my stuff in right after lunch. I have nice, clean, fluffy, April fresh comforters. Envy me!
Now that’s a hymn!
Cute kids, Ellen and Lieu. 'Course now you know I’ma gonna hafta counter with one of my own: #2Grandson
Hope everybody who’s hurtin’ dtops hurtin’ soon. And everybody who needs their boobs squished should go do it. To show solidarity, I think I’ll go slam my hand in the door.
Actually, that should be stops hurtin’ back there. 'Course iffen you wanta dtop hurtin as well, that’s up to you.
[sub]I previewed and everything, too. I think I’m gettin senile.[/sub]
What a cutie Bumba! He’s got your eyes.
I’m going up tonight to find regular turnout gear (old stuff). I have new EMS gear that was ordered just for me, the blue stuff, but I need real turnout gear for class. I have to dig through piles of it - and I think most of it’s going to be waaaay too big.
Cute kid overload!
Cherry Boy is adorable!
The Lutheran Fight song? I woulda guessed “A Might Fortess” also. That’s what sticks in my mind. I’m somewhat of a lapsed Lutheran these days, but that’s what I remember.
you wanna talk cuties? ain’t nobody cuter than my* little Jon-boy
*ok - he’s my nephew’s little Jon-boy, but still
Ha! The gauntlet has been tossed! A line has been drawn in the sand! The rooster crows at midnight!
allow me to present: #3Granddaughter.
Warning: Really big file.
La la la, wireless internet in the airport! I’m here ridiculously early, thanks to Mom’s warnings, so I am computing in a jolly manner until I decide to go get something to eat. Am hungry, but I don’t feel like eating.
So this week is cute kid week is it? Maybe we should be making notes for future MMP Cool Kid matchups. We could have many arranged marriages. I best be stocking up on blenders for wedding gifts.
