Pio--Just read your update on your thread. I think BigK is right. It's much scarier to try again than it is to quit walk away. I wish you every success, but I will say that after watching my daughter and her husband try to recover that it's not a straight shot, and that there will be steps forward and steps backwards. And, somewhat to her surprise, I think, there is more resentment to deal with in recovery than there ever was during the actual crisis. When she gets back from her trip, maybe she can talk to you about it, although she deals with a lot of it on her thread A Few Things Can Make It Through the Fog. I don't think she expected the recovery to be quite so much work, once she'd won the battle. Turned out the war wasn't over, at least inside herself. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" />

t&l

NCW - need to talk shop - about trebuchet.

Good morning to everyone


hope you all are having a great Friday and can last until the end of the day. weekend ahead of us all ... whos doing anything exciting?

I've been carrying furniture and killing redback spiders ... Aussies idea of spending some time together <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />

now I want a back rub and he's half asleep watching cricket

Go get the bat and whack him in the shin. That should wake him up.

Tired.

Too Tired.

'night.

Cricket has that effect on everyone. Some sports simply shouldn't be televised. Snooker is another one that comes to mind.

Baseball is that way for me.

Pio you are thinking of test cricket which goes for 5 days or so. I love that in fact but not when I have to bring the beer and food for a bunch of lazy boozy men!! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

However one day cricket and 20 overs cricket is very exciting and fast. Much much faster than baseball. In fact we just watched Australia beat England in a one day game (day/night game) ... thrashed in fact <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" />

Now its 2.00am & we are watching Pakistan and the West Indies though I have some thoughts on that. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smirk.gif" alt="" />
never you mind <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" />

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They used to play cricket in the park across from where I go to church. But they don't play there anymore. I don't know where they play. Lots of people from lots of countries in my city so there is no telling who those people were - or where they were from. But it was definitely cricket.

One night long ago (during the first gulf war) I was in a bar in Abu Dhabi drinking Fosters beer and I happened to be sitting next to a guy who I struck up a conversation with. Turns out he was a semi-professional umpire/referee/whatever for test cricket when he wasn't selling satellite reconnaissance systems. So he began to explain cricket to me. It was very complicated and took about 4 hours to explain it all. Well I learned everything there was to know about cricket and it was indeed fascinating. Unfortunately I had drunk so much beer that I forgot everything he said.

But I still remember one thing about cricket - never bet against the Pakistanis.

BTW there is an interesting statistic about Fosters beer - the single largest market for Fosters beer is in the tiny little United Arab Emirates. Mostly Dubai but also quite a bit in Abu Dhabi.

I think someone at my house has damaged a CD - a $600 CD and I need for it to be undamaged.

rella

get a cd repair kit, they cost very little in Aust about $15 or US$11 ... they work a treat on scratches etc.

of course you can consider the philosophy of it all ... it is a NEED or a WANT ? lol <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" />

just thought to lighten the annoyance and will now duck behind the chair as you throw things at me! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />


Missed <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" />

remember as you think of strangling the ankle biters .. I love them, I love them ..... <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" />

Grandchildren are the parent's reward for not killing their children.

Hi Neak!

hope your weekend is a good one and you got 'some' <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" /> rest after all that driving!!



yes .. well .... mum has another version ...

Grandchildren who behave just like their mum or dad are a parents revenge! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" />

I mean MY children have always been angels .... Aussies on the other hand could be right little blighters <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

Just look at Mikey, perfect little man until Aussies home then wakes up ALL times at night wanting attention... had to have a little TALK about waking Mikey up to play with him .... not EXACTLY a POJA one either <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" />

I am back.

Cricket? Beer? Possible ruined $600 CD's? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> AW is right - a nice little kit will fix it all in no time.

My biggest adventure was almost catching the brakes on fire.

The jake brakes in the truck I was driving were not functioning at peak effeciency, but I had no real trouble until Thursday, going down the 7-mile 6% grade by Ashland, OR. By the end I was <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> and <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> as I alternated between the tachometer zooming all the way to the top of the red, and giant plumes of smoke billowing out from my glowing brakes as I attempted to slow myself a tad. This after I had downshifted even more in an attempt to slow down.

AJ said I was that close [] to catching them on fire. They still stink of burnt brake, and it is Sunday.

We wasted a good share of the day in the shop while they rebuilt the jakes, but then something must be wrong on the computer part of it, so we got waaaaaaaay down the road and found out they still weren't doing any better. So AJ drove that truck the rest of the trip (very VERY slowly down the hills), and I finally made it to Neaksis' house at 4:27 this morning, in time to find her still awake feeding her foster baby.

Unlike last time, we at least got some good pictures this trip. Not all that much exciting to tell, just a whole bunch of driving, but the pictures show the highlights, probably much better than I could try and describe anyway.

I had an additional pound of carrots after the first round. Let us just say that certain unmentionable by-products are still orange.

Last night as I drove, the Dervish told me about one of the "Davey and Goliath" shows he had watched.

A quick word about Davey and Goliath, in case you have not heard of them. I had not until fairly recently. They are now playing on TBN, and are a clay animation show from probably about the 50's or so. It is a very sweet, educational, Christian program that is put out by the Lutheran church, and features Davey, a boy, and his adorable pet dog Goliath, who talks, but of course only Davey can understand him. Together they make mistakes and learn important life lessons and wholesome Christian values.

The Dervish version: "And den Goliaf say, 'I can't eat dose. Dey are too hard, and taste just like dog nuts.'"

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As benignly as possible, I repeated it and asked if that was what Goliath had really said. "Oh, yes!" And he repeated it again word for word.

So I don't know what Goliath really said, but I'll lay dollars to donuts that was not it.

Neaksis was quite shocked at the depravity of the Lutheran script writers.

You are so right, AW. Baby bedtimes are not POJA-able.

I got a little nap, so hopefully the kids will go to bed early tonight.

I'm off to bed in a moment myself

I've got two of Janies here tonight... sorta was cute to have a 12 yr old and 8 yr old here again and watch the two interact as brothers & sisters do <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" />

of course THAT lost all its cuteness after putting the two back into bed for the 11th time at 10 pm ..Aunty may be a soft touch but not THAT soft.

Well ok,,, yes I am <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" />

8 yr old asks me to read him a story from one of his books. So I got out the one I wanted and started to read the Good Samaritan. After I read it to him he looked very thoughtful at me and asked
"Did the Jerkio man go hunt the ones who hit it on him?" Um no that wasn't the point of the story dear.
" Unc Aussie would!"
Um no dear I don't think so"
"Yep' nodding firmly "I herd him say those blo*dy poms were blo*dy thieves taking them ashes and we should shoot the Bast**ds!" "why would someone steal ashes Aunty?"
go to sleep dear <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />


"unc" Aussie has some questions to answer <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />
(the ASHES are a cricket contest played only between England & Aust every 2 years .. decades long rivalry)

If the Nuns ask my sister some questions about her son's opinions I am NOT answering the phone
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LOL! Well, I guess I shall try to find a CD repair kit. This is a software CD - has sheet music on it for our hymnal.....for church. By the time I finish putting together the worship service, I'm no longer in the mood to go to church. Seems I worry too much about it running right and looking right to enjoy church - assuming I am not the one in the balcony running the video for the service. If I'm doing that, I'm really not having much of a worship experience.

I tried to give this job back - I got begged into keeping it. YUCK!!

So, if I fix the CD, my experience may improve.

I never had quite that take on the Good Samaritan story before. Yep, my life could always be worse. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

Cinders, it sounds like you're going to have to put your foot down. Even if you don't quit, at least give it back to them part of the time, so sometimes you can just sit there and bask. Don't make me come down there and tell them for you!

Dervish Dictionary

A stink adv. "Means when you don't have 'em any more." E.g. The dinosaurs became a stink.

Oh, and the septic guy had his dump truck driver quit, and he still needs a bunch of sand and rock hauled for our septic.

So guess who is going to learn how to drive a dump truck?

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