Good night, Gentle Brenda. I got caught up reading old Gerbil e-mails so I better get some sleep myself. I miss being able to go back to the early years and read the posts and comments.
Caturday morning feline-citations from Happy Larryville, GN!
And now, since I stayed up all night, it’s off to bed with me.
Hai, Mac, RabBeet and…EvilHabitsK!!11??
Is this Off to bed with BK day?
*Whistles tunelessly* 😉
Trader Joe’s has their seasonal -- and über-nommy -- Chocolate Peppermint Loaf Mix in stock. Bought several, as we discovered it late last Holiday Season and it was gone by the time we made our next trip there. (For teh record, I’m not a big mint fan, but when it’s mixed subtly with chocolate, that’s different. Ditto Mint Leaves with Beef; just sayin’.)
Mrs Sven made it safely home last night after spending the week in the wonderful Midwest learning a couple of things that probably are not applicable to her plant site.
Since Obama has now said that he won’t enforce the law regarding substandard insurance policies, and that insurers can still sell them for another year, if I buy one of those policies I wonder if me, an individual, will still have to pay fine/tax for not having an approved insurance plant under Obamacare? Obama seems to be letting the insurers off the hook with his promise, but what about me? Do I get Skittles too?
Happy Caturday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Brenda, Fatwa, Mac, Sven, and any and all lurkers!
We have patchy blue skies and just enough chill in the air to make you think it’s no longer summer.
I decided to forgo an all-day conference today when I heard how much the keynote speaker sucked and I couldn’t get any information on the what the various break-out sessions would be. Yes, it’s a government-run conference. The fact that it started at 7:15 wasn’t a big plus, either.
Glad Mrs. S. arrived home safely; bummer about the probably-useless knowledge part. Hope there was at least one good meal for all the schlepping.
Do I get Skittles too?
In a manner of speaking:
The fact that it started at 7:15 wasn’t a big plus, either.
Sounds like ’twas best avoided, Paddy; particularly with a carpy keynote speaker.
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Almost done with -- ahem -- “arranging” Stephen Stills’ “Love The One You’re With”, which I thought had a dopey chorus when I was fourteen; still do. The lyrics pretty much have nothing to do with the rest of the song except rhyme with “love”:
There’s a rose in a fisted glove
And the eagle flies with the dove
Could just as easily have been:
These next lyrics rhyme, sort of
Go and give that old man a shove
But it’s an iconic song…and I’m quite pleased with the thorough mangling I’ve given it.
We had a great time coming up with the weirdest combination of titles for Jeffrey after his ordination. To go from Br. Placid to Fr. Placid was boooring, so we started with The Rev. Br. Placid, my brother Fr. Placid, Fr. Brother Placid. He said, “quit it.” I’m partial to Fr. Hey You.
Well, he’s been in the monastery a long time, so I hope he’s learned to, ah, sublimate by now. I will say he’s always been a real, eh, stand-up guy. Heh.
Editor
Rabbit
11 years ago
Happy Birthday to 1,2, & 3 of 3!
Hello Bruddah
You’re a Faddah
Making wine
At Camp Granada
Editor
Rabbit
11 years ago
Not gonna rhyme the placid & flaccid.
Wouldn’t be prudent.
(POO-f)
Editor
Kate
11 years ago
Maaaaan. I miss staying up all night. Midnight Oil posting with Mac and Cousin Plague Fairy. Sleeping through all the 7:15 am meetings I didn’t have to even know about. Blissfully unaware of the zillions of networking “opportunities” every business association schedules for 7:30 am. in the morning. Granted, today’s 7:00 am start was an event, not networking, so at least I didn’t have to be verbally proficient, but it was followed by a 6 pm wedding reception. OTOH we made egg lemon soup for lunch so Teh Yay!
Kate, I was reading old Gerbil e-mails from 2007 and 2008 last night and ended up going to bed at 6:30 this morning. Must have been a wave of nostalgia passing through the force.
Ha-haaaaa! First!
Good morning, all. And now, since I stayed up all night, it’s off to bed with me.
Good night, Gentle Brenda. I got caught up reading old Gerbil e-mails so I better get some sleep myself. I miss being able to go back to the early years and read the posts and comments.
Is this Off to bed with BK day?
Caturday morning feline-citations from Happy Larryville, GN!
Hai, Mac, RabBeet and…EvilHabitsK!!11??
*Whistles tunelessly* 😉
Trader Joe’s has their seasonal -- and über-nommy -- Chocolate Peppermint Loaf Mix in stock. Bought several, as we discovered it late last Holiday Season and it was gone by the time we made our next trip there. (For teh record, I’m not a big mint fan, but when it’s mixed subtly with chocolate, that’s different. Ditto Mint Leaves with Beef; just sayin’.)
BBL.
BTW -- “feline-citations” are not the same as “feline Cetaceans”; glad I could clear that up.
I imagine that the murderous cat’s name is Fatwa.
Good morning from drippy and dark SoCal!
Mrs Sven made it safely home last night after spending the week in the wonderful Midwest learning a couple of things that probably are not applicable to her plant site.
Since Obama has now said that he won’t enforce the law regarding substandard insurance policies, and that insurers can still sell them for another year, if I buy one of those policies I wonder if me, an individual, will still have to pay fine/tax for not having an approved insurance plant under Obamacare? Obama seems to be letting the insurers off the hook with his promise, but what about me? Do I get Skittles too?
Happy Caturday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Brenda, Fatwa, Mac, Sven, and any and all lurkers!
We have patchy blue skies and just enough chill in the air to make you think it’s no longer summer.
I decided to forgo an all-day conference today when I heard how much the keynote speaker sucked and I couldn’t get any information on the what the various break-out sessions would be. Yes, it’s a government-run conference. The fact that it started at 7:15 wasn’t a big plus, either.
Happy birthday, Joe & PetMo & Brother Brother!
Happy Birfday to I, II & III of III!!1!eleventy!!
Wrong-o-roonie, Sven; it’s Catwa! Neener, neener neener.
Glad Mrs. S. arrived home safely; bummer about the probably-useless knowledge part. Hope there was at least one good meal for all the schlepping.
In a manner of speaking:
Sounds like ’twas best avoided, Paddy; particularly with a carpy keynote speaker.
Almost done with -- ahem -- “arranging” Stephen Stills’ “Love The One You’re With”, which I thought had a dopey chorus when I was fourteen; still do. The lyrics pretty much have nothing to do with the rest of the song except rhyme with “love”:
There’s a rose in a fisted glove
And the eagle flies with the dove
Could just as easily have been:
These next lyrics rhyme, sort of
Go and give that old man a shove
But it’s an iconic song…and I’m quite pleased with the thorough mangling I’ve given it.
*Buffs nails on front of shirt*
Back to finishing teh ruination. 😉
continuing…
and if you can’t pee ‘cuz your prostrate’s grown, buddy
glove the man you’re with
glove the man you’re with.
*Major snortage*
“In a manner of speaking:”
😆 😆 😆 😆
I knew that graphic would come in handy when I stashed it.
Happy birthdays to teh triplets!
Cool, Fatwa; please share when complete.
Wise choice, Paddy.
Nice, Fatwa! And I don’t usually much care for that type of music, but it sounds really good!
My heart goes out to all youse guyz! Thanks for the happy birthday wishes!
Also, since my brother the Brother is now a Father, would that now be Joe, Petmo, and Fat? He’s not heavy; he’s my brother, er Father, er that one…
Hee!
That sounds like a tricksy riddle of some sort.
One of my friends pronounced it Sophoclean to call him Father Brother… or was it the other way around?
What, you guys from West Virginia?
We had a great time coming up with the weirdest combination of titles for Jeffrey after his ordination. To go from Br. Placid to Fr. Placid was boooring, so we started with The Rev. Br. Placid, my brother Fr. Placid, Fr. Brother Placid. He said, “quit it.” I’m partial to Fr. Hey You.
Father Flaccid?
Well, he’s been in the monastery a long time, so I hope he’s learned to, ah, sublimate by now. I will say he’s always been a real, eh, stand-up guy. Heh.
Happy Birthday to 1,2, & 3 of 3!
Hello Bruddah
You’re a Faddah
Making wine
At Camp Granada
Not gonna rhyme the placid & flaccid.
Wouldn’t be prudent.
(POO-f)
Maaaaan. I miss staying up all night. Midnight Oil posting with Mac and Cousin Plague Fairy. Sleeping through all the 7:15 am meetings I didn’t have to even know about. Blissfully unaware of the zillions of networking “opportunities” every business association schedules for 7:30 am. in the morning. Granted, today’s 7:00 am start was an event, not networking, so at least I didn’t have to be verbally proficient, but it was followed by a 6 pm wedding reception. OTOH we made egg lemon soup for lunch so Teh Yay!
Happy Birthday Joe, Pet, Rev.Fr.Bro!
Kate, I was reading old Gerbil e-mails from 2007 and 2008 last night and ended up going to bed at 6:30 this morning. Must have been a wave of nostalgia passing through the force.