Awesome pic! But it needs to be bigger! 
Or the ribbons–you look kewt, swampus!
I am not following some of this thread–I seem to lack concentration. I got up today for an hour and promptly fell asleep over Newsweek. Go figure.
Off to write my paper. I think I know what to do now. (I read up on some stuff).
Damn it’s hot outside. No more errands for moi.
You’re very welcome.
I haven’t forgotten about the CDs I am sending to Mama Tigs. Well, I did on the way out the door this morning. :smack: But I will bring them in tomorrow and send them then.
Sounds a bit like pantalone – pants, in Italian. Taking the pun one step further gives us… a Panting Bear! (d&r)
I don’t know about that, but the notion of a Beer Lake makes me think of throwing a match in and getting swimmers flambe’ :eek:
In other news…
**Li-Li **-- the pictures won’t actively gouge your eyes out… just hurt for a while. And 2 days in a row isn’t too bad – another 2 weeks or so to go, with some tapering off, means you should be able to count the puking days on the fingers of one hand now!
Oh, and the name of the weather you have is Triple-H – Hot, Hazy and Humid. To which I always add “and horrible”, for a total count of Quad-H.
**Haze **-- if you get lynched, call us and we’ll organize an anti-posse that will crash the game, and save the fair maiden 
I’m so sorry I have nothing to say about all the knitting, crocheting and all of the other yarn stuff going on here 
I have homemade fudge! One of the women I work with sent to to me, via my mom.
Seems a roundabout way of dropping off a box at your desk.
Or are what you’re really saying is that you swiped some from your Mom?
Islander 36 - 1978 vintage, although a lot of it is 2006/2007 vintage, with all the work we’ve been doing on it.
Why do you ask?
For your day o’ crises. I figgered after a frazzling tour of duty, you could use a hug. Or a beer. Either way.
Except that I won’t be at my desk for at least another two weeks, give or take.
Naw, she got her own box of fudge.
The notion of a beer lake makes me queasy. I’ve cultivated a slight taste for it out of necessity, but it’s not my favorite drink at all.
There is a Guiness Lake in Ireland, though. Our tour guide said that they scoop out the water from the lake, bottle it, and export it to the US. 
Well, it’s drowning this time around. I’m not sure which is better. :dubious: Hopefully it won’t become a problem. Heh.
Argh, it’s hot and sticky and about to rain outside. I really should go to the International Affairs office today, but I’m afraid of getting rained on. Plus, I am a lazy ass.
Who you sticking your tongue out at? You think I have to endure whatever passes for Guiness in the U.S.? right back atcha!
OK, I’ve been behaving all week, but this one just wrote itself :o – you’re looking for an International Affair? 
I never would have come up with it either - my sweetie is the genius! Which I why I keep him around. 
I don’t want a farting poodle, but I think it would be easy enough to modify that pattern to make a skunk. I do love Darth - I may break down and buy some yarn now. I just happened to come across my knitting needle case the other day… Like I need another hobby.
Oh, and speaking of the boat, **FCD ** was in one of our favorite boat junk stores in Annapolis and came across a brand new 3-burner propane stovetop unit for cheap. So he got it. The stove on our boat is gross, plus it’s an alcohol stove, and I refuse to use them. So we’ll remove the old one, install a dorm-size fridge in its place (the old stove has an oven, too) then put the new stovetop on the fridge. It will be way cool. And no, the stove won’t just sit on the fridge - it’ll all be installed securely and properly and nautically and all that crap. Pictures will follow, eventually…
In other news, the reason **FCD ** was in Annapolis was that he had an appointment in Baltimore with his orthopedic surgeon - the one who did his second spinal surgery. He’s been having a lot of numbness in his hands and arms, and from our amateur look at his MRI, there seems to be an impingement. So he went to see Dr. Bob (my bro’s former roomie - he’s a good guy) and I haven’t heard the details yet, but from what little I was told, we’re not looking a surgery again, so yay, and WHEW!!!
Oh, and 3 more people are leaving where I work. The place seems to be imploding. Bad attitudes abound. And how does management deal with it? They’ve decided that we’re all KNIGHT Crusaders, and they’ve come up with some BS program where KNIGHT is some sort of acronym (except the G is willinG :rolleyes: ) and we’re supposed to aspire to get Knight or Shield or Cup awards. This inspired program spawned comments like “What - are we in Kindergarten??” and “So will we have pep rallies, too??” and the inevitable Knights-Who-Say-Ni mockeries. I sure hope when the new Colonel takes over next month, he does away with this idiocy. Either that, or I hope one of the many applications I sent out will lead to an escape for me. Doesn’t matter how it happens at this point. And to think I used to love to come to work…
Arizona Pizza is making supper, so no cooking for me. YAY!
I think you should make a sign that says: “We are now the Knights who say…”Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-PTANG. Zoom-Boing. Z’nourrwringmm” and put it on your desk. That just doesn’t get worked into conversations anywhere near as much as it should these days.
It’s pizza night at da cave too. Ol y’all know who’s bringing it. There’s sallit leftover from supper last night so we’ll have our veggies too.
My grandfather emigrated to the US in 1926 from from Ireland, way down south where there are only sod farms (my Dad called it the West Virginia part of Ireland). One year, I bought him a case of Guiness for a present. He never drank it. Said since he didn’t drink that horsepi** when it was fresh out of the tap at home, he damn sure wasn’t going to drink it out of a can after it sat in a ship for a month.
Note to self: Never tell Vicki the ex-jock that she throws like a girl. I think my hand is broken.
The delivery service the reporting firm uses is staffed by IDIOTS. MORONS. For the umpteenth time, in spite of the fact that the delivery instructions say, “NO SIGNATURE REQUIRED – PLEASE LEAVE AT DOOR!!!”, what does the asshole do? Knocks, and then stands there waiting for me to corral the dogs while whiterabbit opens the door, and then proffers his board for a signature. She points out to him that the instructions say, “NO SIGNATURE REQUIRED – PLEASE LEAVE AT DOOR!!!”, and so what does he say, " Oh, yeah." Duh. Scratch head, pick butt.
So I yelled at him from my position in the living room where I had a dog collar firmly in each hand and new holes in my left foot from Isaac’s claws that he won’t let anybody trim (we’ve tried – we gave up at five people trying to hold him).
AAARGHHH!!!
Oh, er… that wasn’t specifically directed at anyone. Hm. Over-reaction? Seems like a scum tell to me.
Darling, I am always looking for an international affair.
MamaTigs, there will always be people who walk around oblivious to everything else around them. Like turnips with legs. You should have unleashed the dogs on him - maybe that would teach him to pay more attention next time.
If there are any mid-30’s Brits up for grabs, well…I’m a-grabbin’.
Hey, I’ve been to Haifa quite a few times. Even the Heineken there doesn’t taste like beer.
Er… I’d admit to it, possibly, if I knew what it is :o (a “scum tell”, that is.)
I think I can see people running over with hose… :eek: I wonder if they took on liquid from Beer Lake? Could be fun!
Two mistakes:
- Haifa. It’s not a real city, no matter what the population figures say (can you tell I’m from Tel-Aviv?)
- Heineken. it isn’t a real beer even at the brewery! Did you ever deign to stoop down to the natives and try a Goldstar?
::Checks ID card::
::Nationality – British? Um, actually no; Israeli::
::Age – 37? Um, actually no; 43::