You had me at Asiago and Prosciutto. I also occasionally enjoy pizza with sun dried tomatoes, roasted red peppers and goat cheese crumbled on top. Hmmm, maybe a nice cold glass of milk with the pizza, and some wine afterwards.
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You had me at Asiago and Prosciutto. I also occasionally enjoy pizza with sun dried tomatoes, roasted red peppers and goat cheese crumbled on top. Hmmm, maybe a nice cold glass of milk with the pizza, and some wine afterwards.
Fancy Shmancy pizza. Chuck the corona, then can I come over in time for game #2.
Hero of the Day
Wismond Exantus Jean-Pierre a.k.a. the Haitian guy that was buried for 11 days
He told his story to the BBC's Orla Guerin.
I was in the fruit shop, on the ground floor. I felt that I had a very slim chance of being found. All those days I was down there knocking and yelling, and no-one heard me.
As a stroke of luck from God, only yesterday my brother heard me knocking on the plywood and found me. I said, 'It's me. I'm under the store,' and my brother and my friend went to get help.
The rescuers came and brought tools and a saw, and that made me very happy. They were as tired as I was. They were shaking things to get me out.
My mother loves me a lot, and if I had died she would have died right after me. I'm very grateful to be alive. I pray to God to bless the rescuers.
For all those days I was searching for my cellphone. I couldn't move much.
Then I found a case of cola, and potato chips. I stumbled across them and I said, 'OK, now I can live for one more day.' If I'm alive it's because of those things. In my head I said to God, 'If you save me, I will be your servant. I will glorify your name'.
I didn't know how long I had been there. I didn't know if it was night or day. I thought I had been there for five or six days. Finally, I understood it had been 12 days.
There were others trapped with me.
There was the owner of the hotel, one of his sons and a cousin.
There were two women on the first floor, one doing the cooking and the other doing the laundry.
After the collapse I heard noise, but after a while it stopped. I was calling the people who were there, but none replied. I don't know if they were alive.
I hope that search operations will continue because a lot of people lost hope that I could survive after 12 days, and they found me.
If I am alive, there are others alive. If they had given up on me, I wouldn't be here today. I would have been dead in two or three days.
All the time I spent under the rubble, I had a splitting headache and I felt a bit stiff. The doctors gave me some pills for that, and now I feel great.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/8478415.stm
Wismond Exantus Jean-Pierre a.k.a. the Haitian guy that was buried for 11 days
He told his story to the BBC's Orla Guerin.
I was in the fruit shop, on the ground floor. I felt that I had a very slim chance of being found. All those days I was down there knocking and yelling, and no-one heard me.
As a stroke of luck from God, only yesterday my brother heard me knocking on the plywood and found me. I said, 'It's me. I'm under the store,' and my brother and my friend went to get help.
The rescuers came and brought tools and a saw, and that made me very happy. They were as tired as I was. They were shaking things to get me out.
My mother loves me a lot, and if I had died she would have died right after me. I'm very grateful to be alive. I pray to God to bless the rescuers.
For all those days I was searching for my cellphone. I couldn't move much.
Then I found a case of cola, and potato chips. I stumbled across them and I said, 'OK, now I can live for one more day.' If I'm alive it's because of those things. In my head I said to God, 'If you save me, I will be your servant. I will glorify your name'.
I didn't know how long I had been there. I didn't know if it was night or day. I thought I had been there for five or six days. Finally, I understood it had been 12 days.
There were others trapped with me.
There was the owner of the hotel, one of his sons and a cousin.
There were two women on the first floor, one doing the cooking and the other doing the laundry.
After the collapse I heard noise, but after a while it stopped. I was calling the people who were there, but none replied. I don't know if they were alive.
I hope that search operations will continue because a lot of people lost hope that I could survive after 12 days, and they found me.
If I am alive, there are others alive. If they had given up on me, I wouldn't be here today. I would have been dead in two or three days.
All the time I spent under the rubble, I had a splitting headache and I felt a bit stiff. The doctors gave me some pills for that, and now I feel great.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/8478415.stm
Wismond Exantus Jean-Pierre a.k.a. the Haitian guy that was buried for 11 days
He told his story to the BBC's Orla Guerin.
I was in the fruit shop, on the ground floor. I felt that I had a very slim chance of being found. All those days I was down there knocking and yelling, and no-one heard me.
As a stroke of luck from God, only yesterday my brother heard me knocking on the plywood and found me. I said, 'It's me. I'm under the store,' and my brother and my friend went to get help.
The rescuers came and brought tools and a saw, and that made me very happy. They were as tired as I was. They were shaking things to get me out.
My mother loves me a lot, and if I had died she would have died right after me. I'm very grateful to be alive. I pray to God to bless the rescuers.
For all those days I was searching for my cellphone. I couldn't move much.
Then I found a case of cola, and potato chips. I stumbled across them and I said, 'OK, now I can live for one more day.' If I'm alive it's because of those things. In my head I said to God, 'If you save me, I will be your servant. I will glorify your name'.
I didn't know how long I had been there. I didn't know if it was night or day. I thought I had been there for five or six days. Finally, I understood it had been 12 days.
There were others trapped with me.
There was the owner of the hotel, one of his sons and a cousin.
There were two women on the first floor, one doing the cooking and the other doing the laundry.
After the collapse I heard noise, but after a while it stopped. I was calling the people who were there, but none replied. I don't know if they were alive.
I hope that search operations will continue because a lot of people lost hope that I could survive after 12 days, and they found me.
If I am alive, there are others alive. If they had given up on me, I wouldn't be here today. I would have been dead in two or three days.
All the time I spent under the rubble, I had a splitting headache and I felt a bit stiff. The doctors gave me some pills for that, and now I feel great.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/8478415.stm
Three cheers for Guiness and Oxys
That's just my version of fast food. Once you have all the ingredients in the house it is really quick.
10 minutes of prep & 15 minutes in the oven
in less than 1/2 hour you are eating {Correction - FEASTING}
My Osso Bucco takes a lot longer to make, but served with a full bodied Cabernet it makes clothes come off with no effort .
Unfortunately, upon occasion, its because she needs to open her jeans due to her expanded stomach and simply wants to nap.
DID NO ONE WATER THE DAMN PLANTS IN HERE WHILE I WAS AWAY....
Look at the mess in this thread, no one picked up after themselves. PPPhhhhhhttttt.
Look at the mess in this thread, no one picked up after themselves. PPPhhhhhhttttt.
Man cannot live by Terb alone.
It is sometimes necessary to take a break and see that thing out there ..... oh what's it called ....... oh yeah ...... THE WORLD.
Now listen you. You have a responsibility to Terb and your thread and don't forget it.
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