The Dope is truly an amazing place. I can’t believe I can say that I now know a fire breather! :eek: I’m pretty impressed, ScareyFay!
More on my brother’s fire: he had just picked up a couple suits and about 10 shirts at the dry cleaner last Monday, two days before the fire! Isn’t that just the way it goes. There’s a story and video here if anyone’s interested! My poor brother. We’re all helping him of course but I know it must be tough to face losing EVERYTHING. He had a few tools in his car for some reason, and really just the clothes on his back when it happened. No one was hurt, thank God, and he and his children weren’t there.
I was thinking about your reactions to people venerating the cross, Lissla, and recalled that I dont’ think I’ve seen that done since I was a child. No wonder people seemed uncertain as to what to do.
Ellen’s Latest Cute-Kid Thing – My little one inexplicably has been adding ‘-ia’ on the end of words. It’s not like he’s hard enough to understand already; the little stink has to make it worse! So I’m now “Mah-Mee-Ah”, Dad’s “Dad-Dee-Ah,” etc. The most incomprehensible on is “passcia,” which makes sense only if you know he calls a pacifier a “paci.” :rolleyes:
We were discussing this latest phenomenon in the car on the way to drop the older children at school this morning, and making up our own nonsense words based on the New Nomenclature.
9-year-son pops up from way back in the van. “PIZZARIA!” he hollers, as though he’s discovered a new word.
Aww, I want to be a reprobate idolater! It sounds like such fun. Too bad I’m an agnostic now. Perhaps I could get one of those little Jane Austen figurines from Archie McPhee and pray to it.
I’m a little twitchy right now because I’ve been arguing with a friend. I know it’s all in the spirit of debate and such, but where I come from, arguing means you’re angry at the person, and they’re going to yell at you and act like a jerk. So it’s hard for me to “debate”.
We Whiskypalians also do The Veneration of The Cross. Typically this is on Good Friday and is the conclusion of Good Friday services. In our version, a wooden cross is usually brought in by a Priest or Deacon, though others may participate, as well. The cross is put in place and we do a communal Veneration (I could look this up, I suppose, but I’m not, so get over it) and then if people wish to do so, private Venerations may be done afterwards. It’s also not unusual to say The Stations of The Cross either communally or privately.
I think our church does the veneration every Good Friday. QD said they did it at the Anglican church she went to on Maundy Thursday or Good Friday, which wasn’t the Anglican church we grew up in- they don’t even have a cross at the front 'cause it’s too Catholic!
I like “Evil Papist mackerel-snapper”, myself, as well as ‘Idolatrous heathen’, but the second is more widely applicable- you can be Shinto, Hindu, Catholic, Wiccan, Buddhist…
Hey! It’s gone up to +3C! It’s summer! I’ll have salad for lunch.
Oh, and when I just went into the bathroom Aerin had helpfully unrolled a whole roll of toilet paper. Cat for sale! Cheap!
I don’t remember having a hangover after I became Catholic, then again I was an infant at the time. I didn’t get anything special for lapsinge either, except a lot less guilt.
I once thought I heard a co-worker say she was a “Prolapsed Catholic”. I thought she meant she was going to keep having babies until her uterus prolapsed, which my mom did, but she actually said “Pro-Life Catholic” which I thought was redundant and the same thing as prolapsed.
Speaking of uteruses, I went to the hooha doctor today for the yearly poking, prodding and scraping of the girly bits. I still have to have the annual squishing, flattening and x-raying of some of the girly bits. The scraping is at least quick, I hate the squishing though because it seems to go on forever and they keep all the equipment in the freezer in between uses.
I always get a little smile when the nurses take my blood pressure because they always give me this weird look when it takes them a while to hear the beats. It’s like for an instant they think, “oh my god, she’s one of the undead!”, but then they hear the beat and realize I just have really low blood pressure. It’s not low enough that I pass out and stuff but it always seems to surprise them.
The weather has been crappy lately and I think I am getting a sinus infection. I’ve had daily sinus headaches and congestion and sorry TMI on the way
My boogers are really, really green
Unfortunately I couldn’t get the doctor I saw today to do anything for that since it’s the wrong orifices. I am hoping that my sinuses will just decide to drain, which although unpleasant, is better than an infection which is multitudes of unpleasantness. If not I may have to see a doctor that specializes in those orifices.
If you want to read something other than the trainwreck in the pit, I recommend the Intolerance on the Board thread. It’s more of a train derailment. And the train was carrying cats, beer and pie and the cats are running all around and there’s pie everywhere and dogs are imploding. Okay, it kind of proves that we’re not very tolerant of people who think we’re intolerant, but at least it’s funny.
Whew! The cops are finally here. The neighbors were really getting into it for a while. I do feel for the women trying to sell their duplex. How in the world can you sell with a next door neighbor like that? But now that she’s started threatening their kid (he’s 3 or 4), I have a feeling that Crazy Lady is in real trouble. At this point, though, I would be moving, whether the house sold or not. Too scary with somebody threatening the kids, the pets, even the grandparents! :eek:
There are no veneric incidents to report of from this side of the pond, and my boogers appear healthy.
As usual Easter was spent on an island far out on the outer coast in an old fishing shed called “The merry sailor”. “The merry sailor” is actually the name of the tavern next to it, but the name follows since the sign is stuck on the seaward side of the shed. I think it was the fifteenth time for some of us being out there this year.
Anyway, this year winter decided that Eastertime was perfect for a last surge of snow and wintery winds, so most of our diving efforts had to be executed in sheltered waters. But it is not the first time I have had a majority of my dives noted to be just under the pier or next from the lighthouse.
We got one day with only near gale, so we had a chance to collect scallops and fish for a seafood treat that evening. But we were not suffering by any culinaric means, we enjoyed dinners with chanterelle and moose, and garlic stuffed leg of lamb and so forth. And since at least two persons had their birthday during the trip, there was more than enough cake.
The journey back to town was also quite adventurous. Firstly, the boat was almost sunk by a giant wave on the way home. I didn’t get to enjoy that since I was driving the car with the rest of the stuff and companions. We got to experience a full blizzard when crossing the mountain instead, driving bumper to bumper more than half the way. We had to stop and knock the ice off the windscreen a couple of times because the snow was wet and the wind just kept gluing it on.
And now its back to work watching springtime outside my office window desperatly trying to nudge away the winter with some rain.
Wile E, I have been reading and participating in the derailment. I had to add a few CatYoga positions, such as “Horking On Carpet”.
Kai - I hope you feel better soon; iif there is anything I can do from a long way away my e-mail is in my profile.
I was up late working on the scrapbook and need to go finish it. Soon. After more coffee.
My friend whose sister-in-law is the embezzler? She got a call from embezzler’s mom wanting T (my friend) to go to the jail and check on her. Then she basically told T that embezzler was going to run to New York as soon as she posted bond. I don’t think so. Friend is very upset about it, but she told the guy embezzler stole from about the call and has agreed to tell the judge at the bail hearing. Oh hell no - Mommie’s not going to get you out of this one, bitch. I just can’t believe the nerve of some people - such as the subject of the train wreck in the Pit. Nothing matters, no one matters, as long as they are haaaaaaaaaaaappy!
We are keeping both hamsters (still no pix, but I promise I will get some online… sometime.) but with two hamster-homes. One’s in the original 10-gallon tank we’d bought and the other’s in a new plastic hamster home that KeithT picked up last night. They’re connected by habitrail, but we can close the “door” and keep them separated when we want. Like at night when we need sleep!
Work was full of suckitude yesterday. But we got through and the business will go on… no loss of sales on my account!
Did someone say pie? I made a chocolate chip cookie pie over the weekend. It’s really really really rich. Two eggs and two whole sticks of butter in a pie will do that!
It’s supposed to snow here this afternoon and into tomorrow. Oh well. We live in Minnesota. What do people expect?
I wanna go away for a weekend sometime. But I don’t want to drive. And KeithT thinks airfare costs too much. Where can we go that we don’t have to drive or fly??
Wile E let me see if I got this right… talkin’ about havin’ your girlie bits scraped and squished is not TMI but really green boogers is TMI??? :dubious:
Snakes good for your friend for showin’ some sense and alerting the embezzlee (it is so a word!) about the planned bail jump. I hope the embezzler gets put under the jailhouse for that.
kai I feel like I wanna go snuggle under my electric blanket after readin’ about that blizzard. BRRRRR… the only kind of blizzard I want any involvement with comes from the DQ.
taxi since y’all don’t want to drive or fly go to St. Paul. It’s all I got. Well, the Cathedral of St. Paul is kinda jake to see. Or spend the weekend at Mall of America?
I love it when y’all are chatty! Gives me lots to read. Here goes:
taxi, maybe try taking a train somewhere? And get those hamster pics up! I’m sure they’re adorable.
SCL, what a mess! I hope your friend doesn’t get hit with any charges.
kai, you feel better okay? That cheesecake definitely looks delicious.
Sunrazor is hereby nicknamed LightBlade, or LB for short. He ain’t heavy, he’s a Cool Kid!
In personal news, today I bought leftover easter candy for ridiculously low prices. And yesterday I gave my first academic-type lecture! I talked to the pre-meds I TA for about basic circuits. The professor was out of town visiting his wife so he asked me to cover the lecture. Considering it was the first time I’ve ever done such a thing, I think it went well.
Taxi - Chocolate chip cookie pie? I’ve never heard of that. However, just thinking about two sticks of butter in anything just made me gain 5 pounds.
Swampy - No, it isn’t TMI in the MMP. I think you have single-handedly innured folks here to TMI regarding one’s personal bits. Gross bodily fluids however still require a spoiler box. You should feel proud!
At last my 2 years of high school Spanish will pay off! Pero means but. *Perro * means dog. You’re welcome.
OK, all you armchair shrinks can have a ball with the dream I had last night - or at least the part just before I woke up. It involved a little person (it’s no longer PC to say dwarf, right?) who insisted that I had an obligation to have sex with him. He didn’t care that I was married and not interested in him. So I agreed reluctantly but insisted he wear a condom. He comes walking into the room, nekkid, wearing a condom that was 4 or 5 inches too long, just sorta dangling and swinging. That’s when I woke up. So, have at it!
In other news, I think there’s a secret target on my cute little car. As I was driving up to the toll booths at the required speed of 25 MPH, this 18-wheeler comes up screaming behind me, filling my mirror. He moved over to the other lane behind an SUV who was also doing 25, and I heard the jake brakes just a shudderin’! :eek: He didn’t hit either of us, but my pucker factor was way elevated, I tell ya!
Then I got to the base, thru the gate, ready to turn left to head to my office. A guy coming in the opposite direction was signaling to turn right, so I yielded, but he stopped. So I started to go, and he decided that he had the right of way after all and pulled in front of me. I hit the brakes and, fortunately, wasn’t rear-ended by the guy behind me. 'Twas a relief when I finally parked.
So, it’s Tuesday, and I have class tonight. I picked out a decorative bowl that I’m going to use as the mold for my raku project. I’ll leave early for class so I can stop and get some doggy food and doggy shampoo and a few other things that are on the list in my purse. **FCD ** called - he doesn’t think he wants dinner, so I don’t have to cook - yay! And that pretty much sums it up. Thankfully, no embezzlers in my life today. As far as I know. Just nekkid little men in oversized condoms… :eek: :eek: :eek:
Nekkid little people with extra long condoms… hmmmm… well I guess we know who the MMP prevert of the week is now!
So, y’all know those little scented plug in thingys that are supposed to make your house smell better? Well, I was in the Dollar General sto earlier and they had ‘em on sale for a dollah! Ok, so, thinks I, there’s a couple of the herbally smellin’ ones I like and they had 'em so I’ll get me a couple. Then I saw one that said citrus on it. I sniffed it (What? Like none of you ever does!) and thought, hmmm… smells ok. So I get back to da cave and decide I’ll plug the citrus scented one in the outlet betwixt the guest bedroom and study and where the guest bathroom is located. :eek: :eek: :eek: It reeks! Stinks even! After about twenty minutes I had to yank the dang thing out. Even on it’s lowest setting where it’s only supposed to release stuff about every thirty minutes or so it was foul! Citrus scented, inded! Rotten citrus scented! :eek: I’m glad tomorrow is trash day cause I threw it in my trash can and now wonder if the thing might eat through it it’s so stinky and strong. :eek:
Ima go fire up the grill and grill up some chicken for the bday celebration tonight. Grilled chicken, N.O.T. salad, field peas, steamed baby carrots, rolls and pound cake with vanilla ice cream, strawberries and fresh whipped cream. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!! Oh and a bottle of champagne chillin’ so as to make an appropriate birthday toast.
Where can we go that we don’t have to drive or fly??
