I do have a shillelagh, but generally those things are frowned upon unless you're either old and decrepit or have lost a leg.[/QUOTE]
You lived in Ireland... is it usually pronounced "she-ley-lee" or "she-lay-la"?
That... that is AWESOME.
That... that is AWESOME.[/QUOTE]
Only if the cake stabbed itself with a smaller one immediately afterwards.
They should have lopped the top tier off.
You know, as soon as a samurai sword has cut some cake, the sword wielder is obliged to spill some blood... How did the wedding end?
With my gal pal from the wedding last Friday. They cut the cake with a samurai sword! And yes, I wish I always looked that good, too.
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Wasabi Poptart
I saw this infant onesie while I was at Target tonight. I had to take a picture of it because I am tempted to buy it and hang on to it in case Calleja ever has a baby girl. 
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Wasabi Poptart
Right next to it was a black one with the Beatles drum set emblem on it which I would assume is more for baby boys. Maybe I should get one of each so you aren't pressured to have a daughter. lol
Cajungal
Staff member
I can sell you one.... for the right price.....
Oh and the shirt too if you like.[/QUOTE]
Sooo are you the one who steals babies and won't return them unless the mother can guess your name?
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Element 117
thanks Cajungal. I need a new cuppa coffee now
Baby Garrafa is back.
I have so many mixed feelings right now. The doctor told me she was carrying 7 puppies, I couldn't help to cry again, even my mom got emotional about it. I'm just extremely grateful that she's safe and back home... I'm really happy for that.
She's so tired right now, she barely moves, it breaks my heart, but I will take good care of her, she'll be back to normal in no time, I'm sure.
I have so many mixed feelings right now. The doctor told me she was carrying 7 puppies, I couldn't help to cry again, even my mom got emotional about it. I'm just extremely grateful that she's safe and back home... I'm really happy for that.
She's so tired right now, she barely moves, it breaks my heart, but I will take good care of her, she'll be back to normal in no time, I'm sure.
This is such a cute picture....glad to hear your dog is back and safe!
D'aaaaaaww
My family had a schnauzer when I was growing up, so that really tugs the ol' heartstrings.
My family had a schnauzer when I was growing up, so that really tugs the ol' heartstrings.
I made mah Bijoux ham-ham into a lolham!
He's so pathetic. My poor baby...
He's so pathetic. My poor baby...
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darkangel6988
Very Nice ...Just Saying lol !
This night was warm and right after a hell shift at a coworkers backyard fire.
North_Ranger
Staff member
Once again, the Medieval Market is over. But oh brother, was it awesome again. And thanks to my parents, I now have 1,700 pictures and several hours of video to remember it by. Here's a selection of pictures; I'll post video if I figure out how to put it on YouTube.
It is the Year of Our Lord 1350, and the town of Turku, a trade city of several hundred people, is in turmoil. Rumors abound when the annual St Henry's Market draws near: rumors of King Magnus Eriksson planning a war against the heathens of Novgorod, and of a strange and terrifying plague to the east and to the south.
In the absence of castellan Gerald Skytte, currently in Tallinn negotiating for better terms of trade, lieutenant castellan Jöns Knutsson (known as "the Scourge of Turku" for his ill temper and cruelty) presides with mayor Laurens Visthus at the opening ceremonies.
Representing the power of the Church is the revered and wise Bishop Hemming, here shown with the city scribe.
Among the city burghers is one Andreas Jaakkosson, the butcher.
With him, his three sons: Knuutti the youngest, Eerik the silent middle child and Algot, the eldest of the three and his father's pride and joy.
Keeping the children in line - and her husband out of the whorehouse - is Kerttu Luukasdaughter, the butcher's wife. Despite being diminutive, it's a well-known fact that while the butcher is the head of the household, it's his wife that tells that head where to look.
And when it's not the boys who need watching, it's Kerttu's mother, Elsa Olavisdaughter: the year of mourning has passed after her husband's, the salt merchant's, death and now Elsa is constantly looking for a new husband - or as Andreas puts it, "a taste of some sausage".
Among the town populace are also Erik Svarte the blacksmith and Hampus, a merchant whose lack of coin has yet to show on his plate.
The mayor's wife and housemaid: ill tongues say that the maid's months-long swelling has less to do with a prolonged case of dropsy and more with the mayor "mistaking" beds...
One of the most liked and well-respected burghers in town is innkeeper Eerik, a man of easy laughter and a troubled past. The news of a coming war are dire to him, for the memories of his youthful days and the last war against Novgorod still haunt him...
The Market also draws in people from further away: here we have the fisherman Nils Holgersson and his wife Aulikki, who apparently has a bee under her skirt. Or at least, that's what Nils keeps telling everyone...
Jugglers, clowns and fools also entertain the people, mocking both the bishop and the burghers - as long as they keep the mayor laughing. Then it's the stocks for them.
Just in time for the Market, merchants Henrik Kaukomieli and Albert Adamsson have also arrived from the high seas with a shipload full of wine, fabrics and spices - and heads full of boisterous tales of pirates and distant lands.
Of course, there is no greater danger to a sailor than a beautiful maiden, as Henrik Kaukomieli finds out as he lays eyes on Maaria, the innkeeper's daughter...
...to whom he promptly makes his intensions known...
...and swears that by the end of the day they'll be wed.
To be continued...
It is the Year of Our Lord 1350, and the town of Turku, a trade city of several hundred people, is in turmoil. Rumors abound when the annual St Henry's Market draws near: rumors of King Magnus Eriksson planning a war against the heathens of Novgorod, and of a strange and terrifying plague to the east and to the south.
In the absence of castellan Gerald Skytte, currently in Tallinn negotiating for better terms of trade, lieutenant castellan Jöns Knutsson (known as "the Scourge of Turku" for his ill temper and cruelty) presides with mayor Laurens Visthus at the opening ceremonies.
Representing the power of the Church is the revered and wise Bishop Hemming, here shown with the city scribe.
Among the city burghers is one Andreas Jaakkosson, the butcher.
With him, his three sons: Knuutti the youngest, Eerik the silent middle child and Algot, the eldest of the three and his father's pride and joy.
Keeping the children in line - and her husband out of the whorehouse - is Kerttu Luukasdaughter, the butcher's wife. Despite being diminutive, it's a well-known fact that while the butcher is the head of the household, it's his wife that tells that head where to look.
And when it's not the boys who need watching, it's Kerttu's mother, Elsa Olavisdaughter: the year of mourning has passed after her husband's, the salt merchant's, death and now Elsa is constantly looking for a new husband - or as Andreas puts it, "a taste of some sausage".
Among the town populace are also Erik Svarte the blacksmith and Hampus, a merchant whose lack of coin has yet to show on his plate.
The mayor's wife and housemaid: ill tongues say that the maid's months-long swelling has less to do with a prolonged case of dropsy and more with the mayor "mistaking" beds...
One of the most liked and well-respected burghers in town is innkeeper Eerik, a man of easy laughter and a troubled past. The news of a coming war are dire to him, for the memories of his youthful days and the last war against Novgorod still haunt him...
The Market also draws in people from further away: here we have the fisherman Nils Holgersson and his wife Aulikki, who apparently has a bee under her skirt. Or at least, that's what Nils keeps telling everyone...
Jugglers, clowns and fools also entertain the people, mocking both the bishop and the burghers - as long as they keep the mayor laughing. Then it's the stocks for them.
Just in time for the Market, merchants Henrik Kaukomieli and Albert Adamsson have also arrived from the high seas with a shipload full of wine, fabrics and spices - and heads full of boisterous tales of pirates and distant lands.
Of course, there is no greater danger to a sailor than a beautiful maiden, as Henrik Kaukomieli finds out as he lays eyes on Maaria, the innkeeper's daughter...
...to whom he promptly makes his intensions known...
...and swears that by the end of the day they'll be wed.
To be continued...