Posted on 02/27/2006 11:54:22 PM PST by Slip18
Interesting articles you found today-but the very thought of cosmetic alterations to private parts of the anatomy is creepy-I cringe at even the thought of a chemical face peel...
Now, 'bout dat "cookin' pork half-way in a skillet ...." back there a ways inthat dere recipe fer gumbo.
Which half of da pork is in da skillet, and which half of da pork do I have to leave like hanging over da edge? If da bottom half is in da skillet, and the top half sticks up out of da skillet agood bit, does that count?
Now, iffen I cut the pork in half before I cook half of it in da skillet, can I take credit for cooking both halves half-way if the top of either isn't in the skillet?
(Robt seems confused ....)
Bundled up in my scarf & mittens today, I try to feel more sultry by imagining tropical breezes.
(I was not pinged)
OSRIC: Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark.
HAMLET: I humbly thank you, sir. Dost know this water-fly?
HORATIO: No, my good lord.
HAMLET: Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a vice to
know him. He hath much land, and fertile: let a
beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at
the king's mess: 'tis a chough; but, as I say,
spacious in the possession of dirt.
OSRIC: Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I
should impart a thing to you from his majesty.
HAMLET: I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of
spirit. Put your bonnet to his right use; 'tis for the head.
OSRIC: I thank your lordship, it is very hot.
HAMLET: No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is
northerly.
OSRIC: It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed.
HAMLET: But yet methinks it is very sultry and hot for my
complexion.
OSRIC: Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry,--as
'twere,--I cannot tell how. But, my lord, his
majesty bade me signify to you that he has laid a
great wager on your head: sir, this is the matter,--
HAMLET: I beseech you, remember--
[HAMLET moves him to put on his hat]
OSRIC: Nay, good my lord; for mine ease, in good faith.
Sir, here is newly come to court Laertes; believe
me, an absolute gentleman, full of most excellent
differences, of very soft society and great showing:
indeed, to speak feelingly of him, he is the card or
calendar of gentry, for you shall find in him the
continent of what part a gentleman would see.
HAMLET: Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in you;
though, I know, to divide him inventorially would
dizzy the arithmetic of memory, and yet but yaw
neither, in respect of his quick sail. But, in the
verity of extolment, I take him to be a soul of
great article; and his infusion of such dearth and
rareness, as, to make true diction of him, his
semblable is his mirror; and who else would trace
him, his umbrage, nothing more.
OSRIC: Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him.
aT ANY RATE, i DIDN'T GET A CHANCE TO MODEL MY MARDI GRAS HAT...it screams "get laid!"...
Considering some of the "Lucy-esque" predicaments I've often found myself in, I suspect that I am.....;D
oh, i am sorry Grimmy. we missed you.
one must always be on the lookout for those random middle of the night pings that Arghy and Slippy are prone to. GREAT HAT!
I'm working near Castroville today, so I'll be able to stop at the lovely historic church there to get ashes-and (hopefully) go to the LAFB commissary to stock up on steaks, ground beef, chicken leg quarters and cigarrettes on the way home if I finish work early enough-I'll come to class later...
going to wait til this evening to ASH UP, so i can take xsbrownie along. the other xskids will get them at their school masses today.
This is GLOBAL SOLIDARITY WEEK at xsteen's HS. Today the school is divided into the "rich" "middle class" and "poor" for lunch. the rich (about 10 kids per class of 100, so figure 10%) is given the school lunch (xsteen wants no part of that as it will be some foofy fish dish which she would not eat), the middle class gets rice and beans (xsteen wishes to be middle class with a peanut butter sandwich, but that isn't part of the menu) or POOer with just rice. She was POOer last year. i made her an egg sandwich for breakfast today just in case.
Yo hang half over de edge o'course. Gives it dot nahss toasty flavor, boo.
Sorry for the loss.
Is the family OK, or recovering at least? Certainly, life will never be exactly "normal" after an unexpected loss.
O'er de edge, aye!
(Robt thinks of old song ..." One toe over de edge, just one toe over the edge....")
The family is pretty strong, but this will leave a hole in their lives that will take a good long time to fill... if ever.
Thanks for asking.
Not Me!
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