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Post by hartlikeawheel on Jan 27, 2010 23:16:18 GMT -5
Am I red-faced!
Don't you just die a thousand deaths when you get to the punchline and can't remember it?
We have a mutual Sometimer's moment here. Maybe someone else can remember it.
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Post by doctork on Jan 27, 2010 23:43:22 GMT -5
Some doctors would likely say "a good start, but a wasted seat."
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Post by gailkate on Jan 28, 2010 15:53:52 GMT -5
Never mind, hart. I've karmalyzed you for good intentions.
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Post by hartlikeawheel on Jan 28, 2010 22:06:19 GMT -5
Thanks.
Uffdah.
Think we have a folie a deux going on here. Nearly every day when Marion leaves the lunch table to go back to work I say something absent-minded like, "See you tomorrow."
Today he gave me a hug and said, "Goodnight."
It's catchy, this stuff.
Can't wait 'til we start leaving our car keys in the refrigerator.
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Post by doctork on Jan 28, 2010 22:22:24 GMT -5
Well at least you can find your car keys. I think several sets of ours have disappeared, and what is really bad, one is the set with my library card on it. And the PO Box key. I have checked the refrigerator - not there.
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Post by hartlikeawheel on Mar 21, 2010 15:11:13 GMT -5
Brutus says he thinks I lead a dull life. Hah! I'll show you what I do when I can't think of anything else to do. I follow the footsteps of my wimmins past and sit and sew a fine seam." Hmm. Do kids even know nursery rhymes anymore? Here's a sampling of my Hardanger embroidery which is an endeavor of last resort when I'm ready to sit for a while. (Next on the list? Once I can get online at the college I'm planning to register to take Beginning Norwegian in the Fall. Then I can mutter under my breath like my great aunts used to do and nobody need know what the deal is but the paisanos!Attachments:
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Post by BoatBabe on Mar 21, 2010 17:48:34 GMT -5
Your Hardanger Embroidery is just beautiful, hart. You brought that small piece with you when you visited here. I had never seen anything like it, and couldn't figure out how you do it. Still can't. It looks like a cross among embroidering, lacemaking and tatting. What do you call a bus full of lawyers going off a cliff with one seat empty? A damn shame. ;D
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Post by hartlikeawheel on Mar 22, 2010 2:25:14 GMT -5
Trust a retired bartender to come up with the missing punchline!
Did I bring a piece long? Hope I gave it to you. Or was I just carrying it in case there was a dull moment? If so, I certainly must not have done much with it.
I just found the unfinished piece a while ago and had forgotten about it. Seems a little more difficult to do now. The stitches got smller!
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Post by BoatBabe on Mar 22, 2010 20:27:28 GMT -5
Trust a retired bartender to come up with the missing punchline! Did I bring a piece long? Hope I gave it to you. Or was I just carrying it in case there was a dull moment? If so, I certainly must not have done much with it. I just found the unfinished piece a while ago and had forgotten about it. Seems a little more difficult to do now. The stitches got smller! It was a small finished piece, like a doily, that was just astonishing. I'm sure when you were here that you realized the boat is no place for pretty lacy thingies. Unless they are in the aft cabin.
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Post by hartlikeawheel on Apr 5, 2010 1:37:18 GMT -5
Guess this is as good a place as any to drop this. Jane's story about Tom's Holly Bibble made me think of it.
Two things I've never heard discussed in my Lutheran Church are The Rapture and being born again. A puzzle. They're right there in black and white in every version of the Bible I've ever read. But just as there are certain things Lutherans don't discuss in mixed company, those two items are, um, glissaded over. Might put them in questionable company, or something.
Well, apparently my cousin's son has adopted the born again philosophy and chose the pretense of a eulogy to his father to spread the good news.
So a few quick words about his concern for his father's eternal soul was followed by a most earnest exhortation to get with the program. Lengthy and some intense, with what I secretly call "the holy light of Jesus" shining in his eyes and an invitation to meet with him in private after the service if we wanted to get saved.
You know that look, I suppose. Some of our more rabid clergy wear it. It's similar to the one his Paternal Grandmom, a sometimes healthy schizophrenic, would get on her face shortly before a trip for a tune-up.
This in front of two pastors and another cousin Lutheran pastor whom I was sitting next to who didn't flinch a muscle, bless his polite, liberal Lutheran heart.
Whoah Nelly!
It must have come as a shock to his Mom, who also managed a look of serene unperturbitiditty as he shot her a guilty glance on his way back to his seat.
It was all I could do to keep from snorting out loud at the sitch-yew-ation we suddenly found ourselves in. This side of my family is the very refined and sophisticated side and they once again proved their unfailing ability to pull anything off.
But all the way home all I could think of was that it was a pity that I couldn't call my mom and give her the latest. We would have shared such a good chuckle.
The kid is doing well. A home in the Twin Cities and one in Padre Island and a lovely family, corner office. But I'm thinking somebody better be keeping an eye out, heh, for him.
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Post by BoatBabe on Apr 5, 2010 19:36:21 GMT -5
This is a great story, hart, on so many levels!
Of course, the grand telling of it made for lots of giggles here, not necessarily something I say of someone's recount of a family funeral.
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Post by doctork on Apr 5, 2010 22:14:08 GMT -5
Isn't "born again" irrelevant in the Lutheran Church? In the UCC and Episcopal Church there is only one Baptism (as per the Bibble), which in those churches happen in infancy; I think Lutheran is the same, at least to all those Swedish Lutherans on my paternal grandmother's side of the family. I guess if you become a Christian and get baptized as an adult in those churches, then you're "born again."
The born again folks don't believe in Baptism for infants (there is a "dedication" service for them in those churches), so when you get baptized as an adult, you are "born again." But I don't know how they explain it if you were baptized in infancy as an Episcopalian, and then decide to be "born again" as a fundamentalist later on.
Revelations and the Rapture - I dunno, they don't talk much about it in the UCC or Episcopal churches either.
We did sing the song "Do Lord" at summer camp when I was a kid, and our camp version had a verse about Revelations:
I read the Book of Revelations, You read it too (Oh Lordy) I read the Book of Revelations You read it too (Oh lordy) I read the Book of Revelations You read it too Look away, beyond the Blue Ridge Mountains.
(Ummm, in case you forgot I went to summer camp in the Blue Ridge - those might not be the same lyrics you learned)
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Post by gailkate on Jun 12, 2010 14:26:28 GMT -5
We all love animals and it isn't nice to laugh at them. But this is too funny not to share. Happy Hour In Africa This is a real video from a French documentary about Africa ... You may not understand a word, but the video is funny. There are trees that grow in Africa which, once a year, produce very juicy fruits that contain a large percentage of alcohol. The tree is known as the "Elephant Tree," because elephants have a fondness for the fruit. Because there is a shortage of water, as soon as the fruits are ripe, animals come there to help protect themselves from the heat. What happens next, you can watch for yourselves. You can easily tell who over indulged!... PS The tree is the Marula tree. You can buy a great liqueur named "Amarula," which is made with Marula fruit and cream. www.liveleak.com/view?i=d4b_1244756800
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Post by BoatBabe on Jun 13, 2010 12:59:31 GMT -5
That's hoot, gk!
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Post by gailkate on Jul 9, 2010 23:17:56 GMT -5
I have no reason for posting this except that it made me think of Booky and Joe.
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Post by doctork on Jul 10, 2010 9:04:27 GMT -5
Gosh, I don't really follow baseball, but haven't the Red Sox overcome that negativity?
Being a Denver Bronco fan, I remember the day they won their first Super Bowl as The Happiest Day Of My Life. Time ran out on the clock with My Team ahead on the scoreboard and I just looked at the TV in stunned silence, tears running down my cheeks. Yup, we can get real attached to our teams, huh?
Haven't caught the Red Sox fever, guess I haven't been in Maine long enough.
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Post by gailkate on Jul 10, 2010 10:32:59 GMT -5
I sort of wondered about that shift in Red Sox fortunes, too, but this cartoon was in yesterday's paper, not from the past. I guess it suggests they are NEVER happy. This strip, btw, is often specifically set in Maine, complete with the accent. I don't know if the writer is from Maine or just has close ties.
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Post by gailkate on Jul 20, 2010 9:15:41 GMT -5
I might have posted this before, but it's fun the 2nd time around. I'm attempting to clean out saved pics and videos - typically, I go through them all and delete hardly any. This is an incredible show of bicycling prowess - better than snowboarding in some ways. It takes awhile to get going, so i jus slide the seconds bar a little bit to get past the intro. www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z19zFlPah-o
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Post by gailkate on May 4, 2011 18:37:49 GMT -5
I don't know where we talked about the eagles' nest, but when you check in on them you can find links to all kinds of adorable creatures entering the world. This is wren's nest. She started with 4 eggs and now has only 2, because those little red featherless things with the big squawking mouths just busted out this afternoon. Their sibs could emerge any minute. www.ustream.tv/channel/wren-nest
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Post by BoatBabe on May 4, 2011 23:03:53 GMT -5
I'll check in later as they are "off air" now.
What?!? No lights?
;D
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Post by BoatBabe on May 7, 2011 10:13:22 GMT -5
That is So Cool, gk! When I first tuned in, mom was sitting on the nest. Then she started moving around, looked under herself, and out popped one of those wide baby bird mouths, clearly saying, "Feed Me!"
Now she has flown off. Four baby birds in the nest, alternately sleeping and squirming. Mom comes back, feeds the first one who gets a beak open and takes off again.
;D
The crowing rooster is a nice touch.
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Post by gailkate on May 7, 2011 11:15:54 GMT -5
I'm loving it, too, BB. She is clearly getting poked a lot by those hungry little (not) beaks and still patiently tries to adjust herself, keeping them warm even when she'd probably like to take off for some R&R. A couple of times I've seen something (Dad, I assume) bring her something which is instantly dispatched to one of the gaping mouths. What a job!
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Post by liriodendron on May 9, 2011 21:31:19 GMT -5
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Post by BoatBabe on May 9, 2011 22:13:54 GMT -5
And also indicative of well educated teenagers trying to shock-jock their teachers. It's another generation pretending they know everything and no one, particularly OLD PEOPLE, know anything. Some of those boys will never learn to spell. They will have people for that. Some of those girls will never get over their "me" crushes. All of them will be our next generational pool of productivity.
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Post by gailkate on May 10, 2011 9:07:10 GMT -5
Those wars sure have me thinking about picking up several races of bagels and just pigging out. The Woodstock war would have gone better if the onion army had still been on active duty. All of them will be our next generational pool of productivity. Never mind. The world is coming to an end in 2012, so even with excessive consumption of potatoes by Irish (and all those darn brown people, whatever the hell they eat!) we won't be in danger of overbreeding dunderheads.
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Post by BoatBabe on May 10, 2011 9:35:01 GMT -5
Those wars sure have me thinking about picking up several races of bagels and just pigging out. The Woodstock war would have gone better if the onion army had still been on active duty. All of them will be our next generational pool of productivity. Never mind. The world is coming to an end in 2012, so even with excessive consumption of potatoes by Irish (and all those darn brown people, whatever the hell they eat!) we won't be in danger of overbreeding dunderheads. WHAT?!?! I thought the world was ending May 21st?
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Post by joew on May 10, 2011 10:37:20 GMT -5
Part of the sadness is that the blogger chose to use offensive language in the title. No better than the students, IMO.
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Post by TheDude on May 11, 2011 10:38:59 GMT -5
So . . .
After the bartender ran off the grasshopper named Bob . . . And the duck looking for a job as a drywaller . . . And the priest, rabbi and parrot . . .
A guy walks into the bar and orders a "Whiskey Osama."
The bartender says: "You mean a Whiskey Sour?"
The guy says: "No . . . A Whiskey Osama."
The bartender asks: "So. how do you make one of those?"
The guy says: "Two shots and a splash of water."
(Now--before you get angry--pause for just a moment and consider why you find that joke offensive. And why you allowed yourself to chuckle at it. I'm pretty sure that Mark Twain would have chuckled.)
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Post by gailkate on Oct 27, 2011 9:36:53 GMT -5
For lovers of japan and beer... This Japanese Sapporo Beer commercial is incredible, detailed with Fantasia like appeal - Seriously, this Japanese beer ad is like watching an adventure movie. CLICK LINK BELOW TO VIEW---& TURN UP SOUND. www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=K-Rs6YEZAt8
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Post by BoatBabe on Oct 27, 2011 22:24:31 GMT -5
That was killer, gk! I'm stealing it.
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