Good morning, friends. How is everyone on this fine Monday? Well and happy, I hope.
Have you pooped this morning? A healthy bowel means a healthy body. And look for floaters; not the kind talked about on the TOP blog, but the ones in the bowl. Floaters meant you're getting plenty of good fiber.
Now just go and have the best day ever! We're all above the sod for another day, hooray!
We lost power during last night's high wind storm and are currently running off an antique generator MrM rigged up this morning, as estimates for restoration are stretching to Thursday. 14,000 residents of the city are also without along with state outages numbering 190,000.
Had some good conversation with SonM and friend around the fire last night, as electronic devices weren't functioning.
How one checks poop consistency and looks for floaters without getting up prior to wiping up and turning around to look with pants drooped around the ankles is a mystery to me and a not so fab scene in my estimation.
I'm about as fond of poop talk fantasies as I am of rah-rah bullshit.
Haz, I'm as regular as the sunrise and they float like a butterfly.
You'll appreciate this. There's a Jewish Newspaper online that puts out a "Shande" [Shame] list annually. Bob Filner, the FORMERE mayor of San Diego was numero uno. Braun also made the list and there's an article about Braun. I'm sure ricpic has never been on it.
MamaM, Obviously needs some flexibility and core exercises.
Obviously.
When life dips down to core survival levels, I find my flexibility taxed to the max along with my sense of humor and levity.
Of particular irritation to me when I'm in this mood, are declarations by others regarding how little they read Althouse or care about what she says, while making note of every floater that pops up in the bowl.
Ok. It's my anxiety that's making me cranky. I hate living in the dark with no power and little to no clue as to what's happening. SonM just brought home a Westinghouse 6500 from the store where they were selling them off the truck after clearing out the warehouse. I had a hot shower and am feeling better. No floaters in my bowl, however. I made a point of turning around and shining the still functioning flashlight to check.
According to tonight's news, half a million Michigan customers experienced power outages Sunday with wind gusts from the storms registering up to 80mph. Out-of- state power crews were arriving today to help put things back to order.
Thankfully, our power came back online this evening, three days ahead of predicted restoration. For this, along with lights, heat and an intact home, I'm grateful. I'm also glad to have a working generator I can start and use on my own should the need arise again. Since the old one is also finding a new home with someone who likes to tinker, it's win/win all around.
Chick, Great article. I am in the upper stanine for methane. I can shake a bed like an earthquake. However, if you post this, you know who it will attract. I was going to engage the fat gay normally on the pizza thread but thought better of it. He's toxic and normal just feeds the toxic.
I hate Sarah Jessica Parker, Robin Williams, Tim Robbins, Susan Saradon, the BJ Hunnicut guy, brussel sprouts, the Boston Red Sox, commies and well, lawyers.
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Congratulatiions, you big lug!
Eli beat a third stringer. You should be very proud.
I believe that Eli has beaten the Fudge Packers four times in a row.
Regardless of who is the QB.
Just sayn'
Please don't call him a bully.
Don't fret, Christyphobe, I will never call Gomer a bully. He was obviously bullied by his older brothers and is a sensitive young man.
It could have been worse. The Pack could have had to use its fourth string quarterback, who is, I believe, the bus driver.
Good morning, friends. How is everyone on this fine Monday? Well and happy, I hope.
Have you pooped this morning? A healthy bowel means a healthy body. And look for floaters; not the kind talked about on the TOP blog, but the ones in the bowl. Floaters meant you're getting plenty of good fiber.
Now just go and have the best day ever! We're all above the sod for another day, hooray!
We lost power during last night's high wind storm and are currently running off an antique generator MrM rigged up this morning, as estimates for restoration are stretching to Thursday. 14,000 residents of the city are also without along with state outages numbering 190,000.
Had some good conversation with SonM and friend around the fire last night, as electronic devices weren't functioning.
How one checks poop consistency and looks for floaters without getting up prior to wiping up and turning around to look with pants drooped around the ankles is a mystery to me and a not so fab scene in my estimation.
I'm about as fond of poop talk fantasies as I am of rah-rah bullshit.
MamaM, Obviously needs some flexibility and core exercises.
Haz, I'm as regular as the sunrise and they float like a butterfly.
You'll appreciate this. There's a Jewish Newspaper online that puts out a "Shande" [Shame] list annually. Bob Filner, the FORMERE mayor of San Diego was numero uno. Braun also made the list and there's an article about Braun. I'm sure ricpic has never been on it.
It's http://forward.com
MamaM, Obviously needs some flexibility and core exercises.
Obviously.
When life dips down to core survival levels, I find my flexibility taxed to the max along with my sense of humor and levity.
Of particular irritation to me when I'm in this mood, are declarations by others regarding how little they read Althouse or care about what she says, while making note of every floater that pops up in the bowl.
Aw, don't be sore, MamaM - we were just Bjorkin' around.
Ok. It's my anxiety that's making me cranky. I hate living in the dark with no power and little to no clue as to what's happening. SonM just brought home a Westinghouse 6500 from the store where they were selling them off the truck after clearing out the warehouse. I had a hot shower and am feeling better. No floaters in my bowl, however. I made a point of turning around and shining the still functioning flashlight to check.
So Little House on the Prairie is not where you want to live, eh?
I am looking forward to getting indoor plumbing around here.
MamaM, Sorry for your troubles. We had a power outage from an ice storm years back and it really sucks.
I for one appreciate MamaM's and MrM's and SonM's willingness to buy and set up a generator so that she can post here.
Me too!
Otherwise, I'd be stuck spinning helplessly in my angst with no outlet!
How can a 4 and 6 team be in contention for anything? Talk about decline and fall.
Hey spinelli, when, like me, you don't do "be fruitful and multiply" that alone puts you on the permanent shanda list.
P.S. Shanda may mean shame but mostly it means scandal. As in "Madonna, that hooah, does some mumbo jumbo kabbalah and calls herself a Jew? A shanda!"
@MamaM - Sorry that you are out of electricity, but happy that you and your family escaped a worse fate in the Sunday storms.
ricpic, "When are you going to have a baby?" You can hear the tone and accent in your head.
I learned "shanda" on Curb Your Enthusiasm when some neighbor called Larry David a shanda.
According to tonight's news, half a million Michigan customers experienced power outages Sunday with wind gusts from the storms registering up to 80mph. Out-of- state power crews were arriving today to help put things back to order.
Thankfully, our power came back online this evening, three days ahead of predicted restoration. For this, along with lights, heat and an intact home, I'm grateful. I'm also glad to have a working generator I can start and use on my own should the need arise again. Since the old one is also finding a new home with someone who likes to tinker, it's win/win all around.
Speaking of floaters, I tracked down an old research article from 1972 which looked at the problem scientifically: link.
The funniest part: left hand column, third paragraph under "Methods":
A cube of stool, 5 to 10 g, was cut from the specimen by means of a wire blade (more commonly used for slicing cheese).
I am so cross-posting this at Lem's
Chick, Great article. I am in the upper stanine for methane. I can shake a bed like an earthquake. However, if you post this, you know who it will attract. I was going to engage the fat gay normally on the pizza thread but thought better of it. He's toxic and normal just feeds the toxic.
The Chicago Tribune posted this aerial view of the tornado damage in Illinois that is daunting to see
In the beyond unusual category, the circular path etched into the empty field is something I've not ever seen recorded before.
In the beyond unusual category, the circular path etched into the empty field is something I've not ever seen recorded before.
Vortex footprint
I'm now in California on a business trip. Beautiful weather - lots of diversity.
The Chinese know where to immigrate.
If you take away dog photos, feminism, gay marriage and Obama, that woman has exactly nothing to blog about.
Tedious.
Title of the post reminds me of Julia Sweeney's play "God said Ha" - which was pretty funny in parts.
I expected to hate it, since I hate dumb show-biz atheists, but its wasn't bad.
rcocean said...
I'm now in California on a business trip.
Which part?
The part that's full of Silicon
What?
You are in Brandi Glanville's breasts?
Oh and by the way...Eddie you never disappoint buddy.
"You are in Brandi Glanville's breast"
OK, so now I'm going to google Brandi G. I doubt I'll be disappointed - Silicon or no.
Easier to get a sunrise past a rooster than to slip anything passed eddie
Whose eddie?
Has to be Ed "Captain Obvious" Utcher.
Or is that "Captain Oblivious"? Who knows, who cares.
Damn, back to gossiping. I will now go sit in a time out.
Whose Eddie? The Blonde's, I think.
Yet he lusts in his heart for Madame.
Double shame on me!
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