Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Beware flying toilet seats

Pearls Before Swine by Stephen Pastis

Rat is one sick critter, which may be why I am amused by him. This is a little reminder not to get caught up in one's own inflated fantasies.

Actually, it was Over the Hedge that recently ran an inflated fantasy series. But that's another story.

Meanwhile, back on earth, my current contract assignment comes to an end this Friday and I am looking for work again. Prayers gratefully accepted.

Not every day one can use a post title like that, eh?
--the BB

12 comments:

Kirstin said...

Love the cartoon. And you're in my prayers at both ends of the day, as it is.

~~~holding Buddhapalian before the God of love and jobs~~~~

Anonymous said...

Not every day one can use a post title like that, eh?

No, you really can't. But I think now I needs must look for situations where I can.

Paul said...

Mary Sue, we might be dangerous. But I'm sure Homeland Security and the NSA are keeping an eye on our toilet seat inventory for us.

Fran said...

That is brilliant... I love PBS!

And please know prayers are flowing your way. And any coming back are appreciated as well.

There is the matter of this house I am trying to sell...

Thank you and peace brother!

Kirstin said...

[snurk]

Paul said...

FranIAm, I am trying to remember if it is St Joseph's image one is supposed to bury upside down on the property to foster sale or not. I could google it, I'm sure, but instead I send you prayers and wishes for a successful sale for a good price with a clean, uncomplicated escrow that closes on time.

Kirstin said...

I think it is St. Joseph, but I don't know why.

Praying here, too.

June Butler said...

Fran, it is St. Joseph upside down. Prayers, too, for the sale of the property.

Paul, prayers for work ascending.

I seem to have such needy friends, but then, I'm pretty needy, too.

Jane R said...

Yes, it is St. Joseph. Upside down. Old Catholic (maybe Italian) custom at least in the U.S. Whether it came from Europe, I don't know. I doubt it because people in the old country didn't sell their houses :-).

Funny y'all should mention him because when I read your post, Paul, I thought "this is a job for St. Joseph." Your job seach, I mean. I am about to light a candle in front of my icon of Joseph. Which is next to the icon of Mary, because after all they were married and I like keeping them together. They each have the baby Jesus in their arms, but hey, more Jesus is a good thing. So, BB, off I go to find the matches. Maybe a little incense too. (Not liturgical incense, but maybe my last stick of Desert Piñon, how's that?)

P.S. On a much more frivolous note, have you been watching Project Runway? Oh my.

Paul said...

Thanks for the prayers, everyone, and for confirming Good Old Joe. My father, btw, always called me Joe and nothing else. His first name and mine are both Paul (different middle names) and he never explained where the Joe come from.

St Joseph the Worker is a good one to invoke; thanks Jane. In my opnion, piñon is especially efficacious and, as you know, apt for me here at Desert Farne. I also have a retablo of El Señor de los Trabajos on the wall by my desk here at home. The santero who made it, a friend, said He was very powerful for finding jobs. Guíame y ayúdame, Señor.

Fran said...

I thought I had left a comment here but I guess not!

It is St. Joseph and I thank you all. He has been at work for some time now.

That said, I have a new realtor and already feel a great change in energy.

Thanks for all of your good thoughts!

Let us be in our Advent and not be distracted by Christmas. That will come in time enough.

Pax people!

Paul said...

Hooray for new energy, FranIAm! May eager buyers see all that is unique and wonderful in that house and be filled with visions of potential for them--not to mention solid cash positions and excellent financing!

Sancte Joseph, ora pro nobis!