Talk about your day thread

[Rangi Guy]

I smashed my elbow on something a week ago and now I get a stabbing pain when doing push ups.

I'm falling apart just like Rangi. My life is basically over.

Welcome to the party pal!

[Bammer]

Belated Happy International Womens Day to those who celebrate.

[Ms Harmless]

Belated Happy International Womens Day to those who celebrate.

[knee tunes]

Belated Happy International Womens Day to those who celebrate.

[Ms Harmless]

[Bammer]

Belated Happy International Womens Day to those who celebrate.

It was either that or make the sandwiches for the party. There’s only so much time in the day.

[knee tunes]

Belated Happy International Womens Day to those who celebrate.

It was either that or make the sandwiches for the party. There’s only so much time in the day.

At least somebody read the waffle iron

[doug rr]

my wife just left for Seattle and will be back tomorrow night..I'll just be posting and napping throughout the day

[Anders]

Belated Happy International Womens Day

[doug rr]

maybe they'll all get together and make us some open faced sandwiches

[Rangi Guy]

Just had a meeting with my boss around my end of year review and the results of that. Pay rise and bonus, so I'm pretty happy about that

[Anders]

That is always good news.

[96583UP]

congrats Rangi

def some extra handies for you comin from the mrs.

[Rangi Guy]

Was thinking there'd be nothing this year as they're going through a big restructure (doesn't impact oour office) and there's a bunch of people getting laid off at some of our different branches

[tommy]

Congratulations Rangi - please consider making a large donation to the board

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Rangi Guy]

congrats rangi. Where you gonna put the extra cash?

Mortgage - anything extra we get seems to get sucked into the mortgage......

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Rangi Guy]

congrats rangi. Where you gonna put the extra cash?

Mortgage - anything extra we get seems to get sucked into the mortgage......

get that home equity!

One day we'll be mortgage free.....one day

[Ms Harmless]

cried until I threw up, really fun