I know I’m picking on a typo; I saw this the first time as Have to bake head.
Good morning my lovelies.
I have an interesting story to relate regarding animals in cars, but it’ll have to wait until later.
Much work to do, not nearly enough time!
Smooches!
Serious question: do (or did) the bows use horse tail hair?
Yes. They’re surprisingly strong.
Did I mention the not getting any sleep from 1:30 on? And falling asleep after eleven? Now he’s refusing to nap. I don’t see any teeth, so I don’t think it’s that.
It’s been bad the past couple of nights. He had about a week of only crying a little bit, and now it’s back up past an hour in the middle of the night, every night, plus nursing three times.
Tired. 
Thanks so much all for the birthday greetings! I’m having a spectacular day so far - heee, I’m not at work. 
LiLi, so sorry that Nat is having so many bedtime problems–wish there was something I could tell you to do that I knew would work, but sadly I don’t know of anything other than what you’ve been doing.
That tart looks delicious, Muppet; sorry that your beets didn’t get done all the way though. I love em roasted too.
My Dad just called to say happy birthday - and he sang to me!
Or the ER classic: Approaching Room Temperature, or ART.
I’m not sure exactly who she is, but someone named Sarah Lyall is in the studio, chatting with the radio people, and they’re going on about gustatory horrors like potato chip sandwiches, “chip buddies” which are sandwiches made of french fries, and sandwiches made from pan drippings and pork cracklings. Blurff…
<snerk>!
Happy Birthday, Herbs!
This is weird – I kept trying to do that in all caps, and the hamsters kept changing it to lower case! Weird, weird, weird. Who’s been feeding what to the hamsters, anyway? :dubious:
Sorry about Nat’s sleeping problems, LiLi. A tired baby makes for a cranky baby, and a tired and cranky baby makes for an even more tired and cranky mommy. I hope he lets you get a good nap today, at least.
Poor Dobbin! 
Hugs, yays, and boos as appropriate to everyone else. I read, and I could have sworn I read for comprehension, but apparently I failed.
I ended up not doing any work at all yesterday. So there! I really needed the down day, though. Instead, I spent the day knitting tiny hats, which a couple of crazy American knitting bloggers are collecting to send to Britain. I’m having a ball. Thus far I’ve knit some plain tiny hats, a tiny beret, a tiny yellow guy with a purple face and hair, and a couple of pointed elf hats. Today I’m going to try for a tricorn. And maybe a Peruvian earflap hat. 
Since these hats are all only 6-7 cm in diameter and a couple of inches tall (before the fancy stuff), they go fast and they’re ridiculously fun. Plus they’re a great way to use up scrap yarn. People are having enormous amounts of fun trying to top each other with the silly tiny hats; mine are mere novice entries compared to some of them, but it’s still fun.
Anyway, enough rambling. Back to work. A panel on prison rape. Oy, joy. :rolleyes:
Nitpick.
'Tis a “chip buttie”, because the sandwich consists of two things: chips (aka fries) and buttie (aka butter). It’s surprisingly good as long as you use proper British fuck-off chips, which are big fat slabs of deep-fried potato… none of these wussy American shoestring fries, no sir.
Besides, none of those can possibly be as ridiculously fatteningly gross as traditional French-Canadian creton. Mmmm… rendered fat. Yum.
tarra, I think it’s awfully sweet that your dad sang to you.
I’m back at work and I can’t get caught up!
Happy Birthday, Herbie!!!
Hippo Birdy, O Herbalicious One!!
Huh, yer right Tigs, apparently vBulletin does not like right winger ALL CAPS peoples for some reason. Perhaps it needs something not all caps around it to make it okay… My, those are indeed tiny hats there–can you do one with an Obama logo? Just 'cuz?
test HIPPO BIRDY, HERBS!! test
See, now that worked okay… Weird… Can anyone tell I still haven’t had any coffee? Because I hazn’t. I rilly wantz it, tho…
I hungry too, tummy is rumbling…
Sorry for your crybaby, LiLi, my grandma used to threaten to rock us to sleep–with real rocks! Perhaps Gnat needs that sort of encouragement.
I have a no shit deer vs car story–a friend was following another friend of his late at night in December between Bend and John Day, OR–these are two dinky towns out in the high desert and it was as cold as home grown fuck out. The guy in front was driving a brand new Toyota truck and as they were going through a section where the road cut around a steep hill, the guy behind saw a deer come bounding balls out down the slope, bound onto the road surface and leap right up into the windshield of the guy ahead. He swerved and nearly went off the road down the slope on the other side because the deer had hit it just right and was inside the cab, alive and apparently unhurt, thrashing about with those sharp ass hooves as the guy was driving along. After much thrashing and swerving, the deer righted itself, leaped right through the passenger window, breaking it, and bounded down the slope, apparently none the worse for wear. Both guys stopped to assess the damage and the new truck interior was totally trashed–the deer had slashed the upholstery to ribbons with its feet, bruised the hell out of the driver and broken 2/3 of the windows in the cab. Poor bastard had to drive over a hundred miles at night in the freezing ass cold with no windshield, no passenger window and deer shit smeared all over his fucked up upholstery. Bet the insurance company LOVED getting THAT claim!
Ooh, coffee!
And some people wonder why hunters shoot the damn things.
Happy Birthday,Tarra!!!
Back later,
Chevrolet General Palin
Okay. Wrestled him into sleep, had a nap, feel like continuing with life now.
I thought “buttie” was English slang for “sandwich”, but I could be wrong. I have always meant to try one, but I haven’t yet. Someday I’ll have a dinner starring poutine, chiip butties, and deep fried cheesecake and Mars Bars.
When I feel like committing suicide.
I’m heating up the oven. I’ll bake some bread, and then I think we’ll go for a nice long housework-avoiding walk.
Indeed. But a proper “buttie” must have buttered bread, which is how they got the name in the first place.
No one mangles the English language quite like a Brit (though the Aussies sure seem to be giving them a run for their money).
…and dammit, now I’m craving a deep fried Mars Bar. AAARGH.
hi!!
For some reason the board won’t allow that to be capitalized. How … odd.
Anyway, for those of you who were wondering (both of you), I’m still alive. Buried in self-imposed projects, but alive. Yes, I’ve even been working on them while at work. Multitasking! I’ve got vacation time coming up next week though so I’ll have more leisure to … well, probably to bury myself deeper, knowing me – but I can also make some time to relax a bit more. I love vacations. We should have them all year long.
For now I’m kicking back, eating a tangerine, and getting caught up on the Dope, because all work and no play makes Mindfield a rampaging sociopath.
Say, is that someone’s birthday I hear?
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Thanks for clarifying. It was a radio show and they weren’t spelling things as they went along.
All this talk of hoofed mammals versus cars puts me in mind of the Mythbusters testing how to properly hit a moose.
Summary: slow down if you’re about to hit a moose.
Heyyyyy! I resemble that remark! And I reckon the Murkins have done their fair share for butchering the King’s/Queen’s English - “practicing” - are you serious!!!11!!! 
Speaking of Antipodeans though, the tart looked nice Muppet, but the suggestion to wash it down with a New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc has me salivating!!! Nom nom nom!!!
Okay, that’s enough exclamation marks for one night. 
Well that’s an easy one, Bumba, it’s because they’re made of nom!
Spaz, that’s definitely one from the “no shit” file!
I’ve never had a deep fried Mars bar, nor have I experienced poutine, so when you have that dinner, LiLi, you may invite me over and I’ll jump on that grenade for you–it’s the least I could do for a fellow Mumper, right?