Happy Birthday Amarië!

dear Sir Orwell, you arrive fashionably late to the party.

Work-sleep-work-sleep.... Working long hours... Hey! Found some young girl with a handgun down her knickers. No joke. She was young and drunk, and harmless it seemed, until my (female) partner decided to investigate a rather odd and suspicious bulge! Even after twenty two years, these things tend to take you by surprise, it's rarely the people you expect! ... Mind, it's the paperwork that kills you (but not as quickly as a gun would, I s'pose ). Anyhow, I'm off to bed.Yes, I know the party will be boring without me, but you'll just have to do your best, what! Try and do it for ol' Amarie. It's her getting-even-older day!

{{{Aren't you coming to bed, Orwell... I've got the hot water bottle ready?}}}

Happy birthday, Amarie! I'm sorry for missing this thread; I wasn't on the forum a whole lot yesterday. I hope you had a great day.

I'm late as well, but happy birthday. Orwell complains about body functions falling off, it's not until body PARTS start falling off that you're really old.

I do hope they give you some time off soon Orwell. Afterall there is only so often a man, gettting on in his years, can be confronted by comely drunk young ladies with suspicous trouser bulges before snapping!

Happy birthday Am. May the fire in you bring warmth and joy to your family, and the water soothe your heart always. You are the dearest of people.

Nice to see you back leelee.

The NotP has been censored! Imageshack have barred pages 2,3 of Amarie's birthday edition! The Hobbit Lad of the Day must have been too much for them or PJ's spies got at it to prevent people seeing the latest crabbit meter resiults!

Pettytyrant101 wrote:Nice to see you back leelee.

The NotP has been censored! Imageshack have barred pages 2,3 of Amarie's birthday edition! The Hobbit Lad of the Day must have been too much for them or PJ's spies got at it to prevent people seeing the latest crabbit meter resiults!

Thank you dear. I hold you all dear to my heart and hope all is well. hugs to you Julia.

Try imgur.com, Petty, or the forum's own native image host. (Or try contacting Photobucket's tech support for help!)

I hope that all is as well as it can be with you and your family, Leelee. You have been in my thoughts.

leelee wrote:Happy birthday Am. May the fire in you bring warmth and joy to your family, and the water soothe your heart always. You are the dearest of people.

Thank you, Leelee!
And thank you, boys.

We had a nice little family gathering with Finrod and the kids (obviously), my parents, in-laws and three cakes, chocolate pudding w/custard. Oh and waffles.

Yes, that is half a cake per adult, typical West Fjordlandian style.

THE ORIGIN OF FJORDIAN AMARIE DAY

Once there was a little town,
A fishing town called Pisk,
where a tribe of Fjordianelves
Worshipped the noble Fisk.

There was born sweet Amarie,
Her nickname, 'Rosy Red',
And she grew up to be a sailor,
The noble herring in her head,

And for days and months she’d sail,
Across the frigid icy brine,
But she'd come back home, all fishy,
Ev'ry Ring Day, and at Erutime.

One day - it was her Birthday,
When she'd just turned eighty two
tho not seeming a day past sixty,
except to those who knew -

Rosy Red was on her ship,
The sleak 'Arrow of Herringry',
Sailing the “Straights of No Return”
In the Scottish Hebrides:

“Oh Captain! Captain!”
She diligently averred,
“There’s a black sail high
upon the ocean curve!”

“You were always a watchful one,”
Groaned old Cap’n Cock –
He a hobbit of Hobbiton
but of lowly hobbit stock -

“I fear it be a Buckieneer,
Of proud ignoble girth!
What a sad event, Rosy Red,
On this your day of birth,

Alas! To die a horrid death,
At the hand of foul Scotshobbits –
Yes, they’re Scotshobbits alright!
Whom some snidely call Snot-hoggets!” -

“Oh I am not afraid of death!”
Rosy Red bravely espoused.
“It’s what they’ll do before you’re killed
That chills me in my blouse!”

That’s what Cap’n Cock sighed,
His every limb a’quivver -
This due to his wishy-washy nerves,
And not to the chilly weather -

“Then should we not set our sails,
And flee before the breeze?”
A hopeful grin arrived on Cap’n Cock
As he stood shaking at the knees:

“You know, that never occurred to me -
For my head is full of fear! -
Isn’t our fishing boat fleet of foot?
I’ll set the sails – you steer!”

And so the 'Arrow of Herringry',
Skipped across the icy briny water,
And the brooding Buckieneer fell away,
And never ever caught her.

A few leagues across the sea,
Rosy Red took Capt’n Cock in hand,
And tossed him overboard. She cried:
“I hope you freeze slowly, you stupid, stupid man.”

From then on she was Captain,
Captain Rosy Red the Slight-but-Strong,
And Piskan-folk celebrate her Birth,
With cymbals, flutes and gongs.

"Songs of Old Nord," by Snorri Snekklebekkleson.

Wisey Banks

(Happy Birthday, Amarie!)

Amarië wrote:
Yes, that is half a cake per adult, typical West Fjordlandian style.

but do we complain it cake all week

You know, I've turned over my place, and do you think I could find my Birthday Party Invitation... no wonder I didn't get there...

That was brilliant, Wisey! Could have been taken straight from Snorre Sturlason's saga of the kings.
But one should expect nothing less from a gal who grew up in a town called Whip (=Pisk)!

Orwell, how strange. I am SURE your invitation just got lost in the mail. Who's your mail man? Not Petty, I hope? Or that useless Mr Bucket.

Personally, I think you've been seeing too much of Petty, Amarie... Hope your hubby don't find out...


{{Note to self: if I ever have any friends of my own, I'll have a Birthday Party --- but those two won't be invited! }}}

I think everybody here has all seen far too much of Petty. He moons so often that all the shire dogs are all howled out... Though I was referring to him failing to deliver the NoTP for so long, though with the latest birthday edition as a nice exception.

Ho, hey, now Orwell- less of that- casting idle gossip about the place with no regard! Just because you cannot conduct yourslef with a lady type without losing the plot.

{{{{Eegads! He's on to me!}}}

And I believe Amarie I may well have been out mooned of late by Mrs Figg!

Hm, yeah I guess that is true. And there's a different type of dogs who howls at Figgy...

{{{Hm indeed, do you think Orwell is right, DP cat? I knew that birthday edition was far too kind, but I thought that was because of fear. Oh, what a burden it is to be so fabulous and attractive and smart and all that...}}}

Woof Woof! sniff woof!

Hi LeeLee good to see you here.

Mr Bucket is talking to me again! So here is the birthday issue again- hopefully permanently this time!

It's good to see the NotP back in its full glory. I'm glad Photobucket started behaving again.

That reminds me: Come get your pressies!