Most of the time I can almost understand what you’re saying. 
What am I doing in the MMP? I have a paper to finish. :: skedaddles ::
Bead store lady did say she lives in Kiln, rbroome, and that’s straight inland from Bay St. Louis; but we did wonder if she meant they had 22 feet of water total, including the 15 foot elevation. That does make more sense. But hey, it was her story, and we weren’t going to argue with her about it! But I thought you can only participate in the federal flood insurance program if your home is in a designated flood zone. I’m not sure it’s available to just anyone who wants it. That’s definitely something to look into (not that I need it right now since we don’t own this house, but we’re barely 20 feet above the level of the Chesapeake Bay so our landlord might like to know!).
And I think of “hurricane insurance” as basically every kind of insurance money can buy. For instance, we had not only federal flood insurance (which is the only protection you can get for rising water, I believe) but also coverage for wind-borne water insurance, wind damage, falling object damage…you name it, we had it. Our insurance bill was crazy, but we figured if we ever got wiped out we would leave the insurance company no wiggle room. Plus we have the same insurance company – USAA – as the one my friend in Miami had whose place was demolished by Andrew, and they paid her without a quibble, so I felt good about it. But folks with other insurance companies, or worse yet no insurance, weren’t so lucky.
Thanks for all the links to rosie’s blog. I’m not surprised she decided to only do one knee now. It’s not an easy rehab. Although I AM jealous that they let her lie around in bed in the hospital, even with the passive motion machine – they wouldn’t even let me lie on my bed at ALL from 6:30 a.m. till bedtime, I had to be sitting up in a chair (albeit with my feet elevated)!
I truly don’t understand why people argue with native speakers of languages. Especially when they’re obviously well-educated people. That guy is an idiot, haze!
Off to finish up this congressional hearing involving [del]begging for money[/del] appropriations. <yawn>
Mama Tigs, after reading about your surgery and hearing a bit about **Rosie’**s, I have much more respect for my brother in law, because he had both his done at the same time. Ouch.
Who stole my sleep? I want my sleep!!!
SCL, I’m spending a lot of my no-net-at-home time piling up sleep, but you can have some of it when I’m DSLd again, ok?
Plans for this weekend include signing up at the local library (I can read French, I just don’t speak it well yet), finding out what do I have to do to get into the local public pools (and maybe even getting to wear my bikini, it’s not like I have worse cellulite than any other 39yo), getting a trim’n’color and maybe, just maybe, getting DSL.
Stores close later on Thursdays and I only work half a day on Fridays so I kind of count Fridays as being part of the weekend already, it’s simply a part of the weekend with some stupid hours in it.
My cousin is “Catalan” in the sense that the catalanists use. She’s born in Catalonia, her parents were born in Catalonia (which is unusual), her four grandparents were born in Catalonia (bumping her up to “amazing”) and she grew up bilingual. One of the false claims Catalanists make is that “under Franco you could not speak Catalan;” while you had to do official paperwork in Spanish, their claim is definitely an exageration. In any case, in the late '70s cousin started having all her classes except Spanish in Catalan. Her 12th grade Catalan class included phonetics, the teacher was always making cousin say different words and claiming that there was a difference between the “strong” and “weak” s, open and closed e, etc. Cousin has spent the last 20 years swearing that she doesn’t see any difference at all…
A guy I was in a course with had failed his official Basque-language exam. Again. For the 3rd time. You see, he grew up speaking Basque, but the basquists invented their own version of Basque (“batua”, meaning something like “unified” but actually “we’re not going to bother find out how do people really speak: we’re borrowing from Spanish any word we feel from borrowing and inventing anew anything we feel like inventing”), so he kept being flunked by two people from the other end of Spain, who wouldn’t have known the difference between lacha and roncalesa if one baaahed at them and the other tried to stick her horns in them. “On the knees of Grandfather, I learn it! And these two, these idiots, they say, ‘it’s not Basque’! It IS Basque, is them do not speak Basque, they and their batua!” I think the Carlista wars started when this guy’s foreparents and mine felt just an iiiiiiitty bit more frustrated at the Madrid government than he was at the idiot “teachers” with their Batua.
And of course let’s not look at the claims about nutrition made by some people in any health-related thread but specially in any exercise-related thread. At least getting language wrong is highly unlikely to make you sick!
herbal one of course you may add me on LJ, and I’ll add you. I haven’t posted there for a while, I need to get back into the habit. MBG found me on myspace, feel free to look at my stories there as well. I am kaiwik everywhere. Warning though, my kids (the adult two) and some of their friends are my friends on myspace, and their posting does not always reflect my opinions! Oh, and it sounds like you had a crazed day, here’s to a better one tomorrow.
Hi FCM! Hi gt!
Thanks MBG, it’s people like you who make me think that perhaps I could sell a few books about my adventures in Alaska.
Hey Nava I have a question. Back in the dinosaur age when I was in high school and studying Spanish out teacher brought in an album by Joan Baez, entitled Joan Baez canta en espanol. (Forgive my lack of proper Spanish punctuation, I don’t know how to make my computer do that) and one song was from the area where Spain meets France, which I believe is the Basque area. She sang a song which was in a language close to Spanish, but with a French influence. The song was called (again, forgive my spelling please) Russingol. It was about a woman who was being forced to marry a man she didn’t love, and she was entreating a nightingale to take the song of her love to the man she did love. Do you know this song? I have searched for a copy for, literally, decades, and I still get the chorus stuck in my head. It is a lovely song, and I would be so happy to find a copy of it. BTW, I am enjoying your travels around Europe immensely, and hope that France treats you well.
Well skiffman just called, they are rounding the cape right now and he will be home in an hour or so. Time to get in my jammies and read my book for a bit. I am re-reading The Dark Tower from the beginning again, along with my daughter who is reading it for the first time. I gave her a three and a half book start, as I read quickly. I need to get back to Roland and Eddie dealing with Detta/Odetta! Long days and pleasant nights, sai’s!
Well, I don’t know the song, but the language is Catalan and the correct spelling would be Rossinyol or Rosinyol (I’m never sure which words get single-s and which double), which should help you find it.
The Basque area is the W end of the Pyrinees, the Catalan area is the E end.
First, Gotti, good news about your Mom! Many times when I’m posting I end up not remembering sometimes the most important things. But that is good news, and I’ll keep her in my thoughts and prayers.
Thanks, kaiwik. laughs I wasn’t sure if your LJ might have been friends only. I also have a myspace page and am tarragon918 there as well. Probably the most exciting thing on my myspace page is the one comment - which is from my son! laughs I have come across some nice musicians on there though.
And yes, I’m up early and caffeinating already - I’m going to beat the bus gods<tm> down today … hopefully. 
Unless I let myself get sucked into too much surfing of the wide wide world of webs, that is.
Morning all…it’s a bit grey and overcast here today as a contrast to the lovely sun we’ve had for the past few days.
I went to the pub last night for beerverages with friends - a small amount of Hopback’s Crop Circle was consumed, and much entertaining conversation was had!
It was a later night than usual though so I have had much less sleep than I really need. I suppose I should regard it as a donation to LiLi’s cause. Hopefully I can catch up with some tonight after the gym.
Great news on your mother, gotti, I’m sure she must be very happy with the results.
What’s all the fuss about myspace? Am I missing out on something?
Morning. Time for coffee and work.
It is 5am and I have just finished my sonnets paper. Now the only question is if I’ll be able to make it to class in order to turn it in.
I suppose I should take advantage of the 3 hours I have left of potential sleep. Good night/morning!
Guess we should be real quite since Hank is trying to sleep.
I slept in till 5:30. And now I need to get off to work…
GT
Gracias, chica. I’m living off some money I banked in my last engagement and I’m considering the Peace Corps as something to do. That could be fun.
Yeah, I’ve sent out a bucketful of resumes. The pickins are mighty slim up here in Detroit. Anyone wanna go back to adopting a Doper? I think it was discussed before, but nixed when people realized they had some “training” to do. Pshaw! What-eva! “Training”? Me? Haw!
Great news about mom gotti! Those Cool Kid vibes’ll do it everytime!
Mornin’ y’all! I’m all caffienated and rarin’ to start my day. Of course, other than tree planting late this afternoon, I’m not sure what I’m doin’ all day yet, but still… I’m rarin’ to go! Ok, yeah, some job search stuff and possibly some pool time… hey, it’s way warm enough to be out there, so I’m takin’ some advantage of it whilst I can. Once workin’ commences anew I won’t have as much time. That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it!
Herbs whatever do you mean? I am just a little angel…
Do you carry heavy things and open doors, LOUNE? Those are important talents for your potential adoptees to consider.
Morning, everyone. Yawn. I still don’t know if Other Quasi-Daughter is coming to visit, and she’s supposed to arrive today. I hope she calls me before I leave for the doctor’s.
The ant situation is better, and I’ve managed to mostly corrall them over into a corner. I’ll ask the doctor about Ant-B-Gone and whether or not it’ll be terrible for me, and if it isn’t I’ll smear it all over the floor near the radiator.
LiLi, a very important question to consider, though you have aboot 8 months to find an answer. What kind of designation are you going to give Cletus the Fetus after s/he downloads? As it is, we need a program to keep up with all of your husbands, and now you admit to having 2 :eek: QDs…
RealTimeSprout? Genetic Kid? The Replacement Unit? MyAnkleBiter?
Enquiring minds want to know!
I’ve caffeinated today, but it ain’t doing much good.
Your pom’s nickname is disturbingly close to a mildly embarrassing childhood nickname that my family gave me. One of many that I have been given, in fact. My username is also a nickname, so, of course, you could still use that, shorten it, or just come up with something random.
I’ve got an appointment for Saturday morning at 8am, so I will be getting the tires looked at (and most likely changed) then.
I thought you were a pretty burly angel?
Morning! Caffeinating, and bagel-ing. 9 am meeting that will [del]waste[/del] occupy most of my morning, perhaps a haircut, then buckle down to work.
I’m getting good, I said that last part with a straight face!
Everyone go pile on!!!
::kidding, it honestly seems lame and stupid, but it IS a Pitting::