Posted on 06/28/2010 12:43:57 PM PDT by DagonofAlbion
I deposit the Risk into the account of a dummy finance company for management, called the republican party.
Then, I deposit the damage into the account of a dummy corporation for control, called the democratic party.
I leave all the bible belt religions as spoilers, or third parties; putting them down as department store chains. To stave off the profit into the mints money burning facility, to insure that the money is worthless in terms of pragmatic value, and is only practical believed values.
And the Black market is pimped as bad but, even losing even your kindeys in a hotel bathtub on a drunk, is a value laundering scheme...
Thank you all for your input and participation!!!
INDEED.
IIRC, many Navy folks take such distinctions extremely seriously.
Yepper!
I will not drink.
But if I do, I will not get drunk.
But if I do, I will not stagger.
But if I do, I will not fall.
But if I do, I will fall.....
So as not to embarrass the navy.
Thanks, I’ve been asking Him where the iPod is, too. It might be in the drawer with my husband’s running clothes, but Frank’s asleep in the room and I didn’t want to make too much noise.
Grilled tuna in herb-butter for supper. My herbs are feeling the heat, but in some places the weeds have grown tall enough to shade them. The Greek oregano is sheltering in a big patch of crabgrass, left by the crack lawn service.
Speaking of that slender and elusive youth, the pretty girl at the pool said that she’ll get a bonus from the pool management company if she recruits him to be a late-summer lifeguard, to fill vacancies when the college students go back to school in August. He’s supposed to take her his certificate and so on next time we go. Probably we’ll take the older kids over after supper. I’d rather have a shower and stay home this evening.
My mother trusted St. Anthony to find things for her. He always did. And she was always happy about it!
"Tony, Tony, look around.
Something's lost and must be found."
Only downside to asking St. Anthony for help is that you're expected to make a donation of some sort for the poor when the article shows up.
No worries there - TC is awesome at making donations for those less fortunate. St. Anthony will find said item.
I promise.
Always happy to donate! DP says the iPod isn’t in his drawer, but his looking skills aren’t that great. I’ll check tomorrow.
One I remember hearing from older ladies in my church in Texas was “Good Saint Ann, help me find a man!” One of the gals would say, “Good Saint Anthony, help me find a man-thony!”
Maybe I should ask St. Isidore of Seville (unofficial patron of the Internet) to find the iPod!
Dat Mäken von Brakel
Et gink mal 'n Mäken von Brakel na de sünt Annen Capellen unner de Hinnenborg un weil et gierne 'n Mann heven wulle un ock meinde, et wäre süs neimes in de Capellen, sau sank et:
»O hilge sünte Anne!
help mie doch bald tom Manne,
du kennst 'n ja wull,
he wuhnt var'm Suttmer Dore,
hed gele Hore:
du kennst 'n ja wull!«
De Köster stand awerst hünner den Altare un höre dat, da rep he mit 'ner gans schrögerigen Stimme: »du kriggst'n nig! du kriggst'n nig!« Dat Mäken awerst meinde, dat Marienkinneken dat bie de Mudder Anne steiht, hedde üm dat to ropen, da wor et beuse un reip: »Pepperlepep, dumme Blae, halt de Schnuten, un lat de Möhme kühren !«
The Maid of Brakel
There was once a maid from Brakel, and she went to St. Anne's Chapel at the foot of the Hinnenberg, and as she wanted to have a husband, and thought there was no one else in the chapel, she sang,
"Oh, holy Saint Anne!
Please get me that man.
Thou know'st him quite well,
He lives by Suttmer weir,
And he has golden hair,
Thou know'st him quite well."
But the sexton was standing behind the altar and heard that, so he cried in a shrill voice, "Thou shan't get him! Thou shan't get him!" The maiden thought that the child Mary who stood by her mother Anne had called out that to her, and was angry, and cried, "Bibbety-babbety, you stupid brat, hold your tongue, and let your mother speak!"
Funny!
:o]
Morning! I still haven’t found Bill’s iPod. And another pair of DP’s running shorts is missing. *No other item of clothing* vanishes like this. I think someone is stealing them while he’s in the shower at the gym.
Ohno. Not the scivvie ‘scaper!
It’s incredibly annoying. I think this is the third time in the last few months, and he makes a big scene over it, and we tear the house apart looking for them, and we don’t find them. Ever. He says he put them in the laundry basket, and I say, “Where else would you suggest we look for them?” and there’s no resolution.
Golly. Make a basket for his running shorts only. Label it. If there’s nothing in there, then he didn’t “put them in the laundry.”
Just sayin’. I’m so tired of waking up to gray clouds. AZ is getting all the rain, but we get the clouds and humidity.
The end of August marks the “official” end of the monsoon season, and I can hardly wait. Of course, it also means the cooling down period before winter, and I don’t look forward to that.
Oh. Before I forget. I emailed the manager here about my transfer request, telling her that I knew for a fact that there are two vacant one-bedroom apartments, and one for sure is not next to a smoker.
We’ll see what happens.
Good news! I’ll pray for your movie to an apartment with a better atmosphere!
Choir practice this morning. Frank has been sleeping in his bed since 9:30; Tom’s up there to get him if he cries. He’s been falling asleep around 9:30 for the last week and sleeping two or three hours.
Thanks! I need all the prayers I can get, for sure!!
The apartment in question is in the next building over, so that’s not too bad. Closer to the laundry room! I don’t know if I’ll get it, but now that the letter is written, it can easily be sent to the main office as well as the newspaper.
Frank’s down to one nap a day, now? That’s good. Or not!
One nap a day would be okay, and I don’t even mind his taking it early. If only he would go to bed earlier at night! Cary and Asuncion and I were talking about weight loss a few minutes ago, and we agreed that having to stay up at night until spouse or children or grandchildren go to bed gives us the opportunity to eat more.
Eating more is not necessarily a good thing!
These days, I do most of my eating in the morning (the “feel-good” trigger) and when I go to bed, I take my pills followed by some yogurt. That takes me through the night, most times.
I wish I could fast for a couple of days...
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