A Monday without an MMP is like . . . (a substitute MMP)

Well, for the singing, you can get involved in an ensemble at that church. A church with a good choir usually also has a talent pool of folks who also enjoy getting up and singing once every few months for an offertory, as an ensemble (think “quartet”).

However, I don’t see any way you can just “dabble” in a church choir, because you have to be there for rehearsals; you can’t expect to just show up on Sunday morning and sight-read the anthem. That’s not fair to the others who did spend the time in rehearsal.

But you could certainly explain to the choir director that your “personal schedule” meant that you couldn’t be there for every single Sunday morning, and you could agree with him that you would only show up for those Sunday mornings when you had attended the previous rehearsal. All church choirs everywhere have a certain percentage of diehards who never miss a rehearsal, and also certain percentage of people who come and go from week to week–the choir director is used to it. Now, naturally, he’d prefer that all his choir members were hell-or-high-water diehards, but usually he’s realistic enough to know that people don’t all work like that.

As a choir insider, I will tell you that the reason for the instant glomming-on is sheer desperation. We’re chronically short-handed, and anybody who can sing at all is immediately, desperately clutched to our collective bosom, in hopes that they’ll stick around. And one way of doing this is by bestowing “obligation” on you–we give you a choir robe and a folder, tell you enthusiastically how glad we are that you’re joining us, and we subconsciously hope the collective social reinforcement will be enough to bring you back next week, whether it’s because you feel glad at being so quickly assimilated, or guilty at being so desperately needed, “How can I tell them ‘no’, they gave me a robe and everything?” We don’t care–we just want you. :smiley:
And as for the horsey folks who expect you to fall in love with their horsies and all things Horsie–just smile politely and go on home when your lesson is over. You’re a paying customer, you’re not required to be in love with them. When you pay for a meal at a restaurant, the waitstaff may expect you to fall in love with their restaurant, but you can just smile politely and go on home.

Go ahead and volunteer at the cat shelter for as much time as you personally care to put in. From their standpoint, although they may act miffed if you aren’t there Every Single Day from sunup to sundown, again, you have to just smile politely and go on home when you’re ready. But from a sensible person’s standpoint, any help is better than none.

What are some of the other activities that you’d like to do? Just about any hobby I can think of doesn’t require any particular commitment from members to show up for meetings–the astronomy club doesn’t really care whether you’re there for a stargazing party, the knitting club doesn’t need you there, etc. The only hobbies that you can’t really “dabble” in are performance-type things, where they really do need you to make a commitment to be there.

Joining the chorus…FCM, where are you???

Belated thanks to mork for the huge cake.

Congrats, scout! bobbio will get over it. :wink:

I am back at work after being out a week and nursing what wants to be a cold, I think. Bleh! :stuck_out_tongue: Other than that, I got nuttin.

Tupug

Congrats and felicitations, Scout!

I CAN’T HEAR YOU EITHER, RIGS! IT’S TOO NOISY AROUND HERE!

Argh. The noise has been nonstop this morning. And they keep going back and forth in front of the driveway. I was supposed to go pick up a lamp from a freecycler today, but between her forgetting to put it out this morning and me not being sure that if I pull out of my driveway, I’ll be able to pull back in later, we’ve postponed it till tomorrow.

Bobbio, you have got to take care of yourself! And I didn’t know they allowed EMTs who can’t lift, either. If nothing else, your partner should have been right there to help you, not making you stand there and nearly undoing your whole alienectomy. You be careful, now!

I’m glad VWife’s court appearance went so well. Sounds like you got the best deal, pleading down and taking a class. I’m glad they have such alternatives for people who aren’t regular traffic scofflaws.

Back to work. I guess. I am SO not motivated today.

Bobbio, if I had a nickel for every time I heard that…

[sub]maybe I’d have a quarter or so[/sub]

In Sue’s defense, she’s a granny. Usually, she just drives and carries the med bag, which is normally sufficient.

We had a talk on the way back, where I vented my frustrations about having the 3 page rule: if the call is paged 3 times when I’m off duty, I’ll answer it anyway. For a call go beyond 2 pages to me is inexcusable. Last night’s call went to 7, and I was trying to behave. There’s 40 members in the department qualified to take calls, and I’m in a hardcore group of about 10 who take things seriously enough to actually go. Sue is another of the hardcore group.

The surgeon told me it will be another week before he’d let me run on the ambulance or fire truck. I didn’t tell him I’ve done both already. And the idea of sitting a call out drives me bonkers…

WOO-HOO, SCOUT!!!
Marriage is fun.

Weddings aren’t fun. See if you can skip yours. Oh, wait- if you don’t skip it, you get tons of stuff.

Lissla(been a bridesmaid [matron?] too many times)

Scout is in Sandy Yeggo, making Vegas within a few hours drive…

Been there, done that unfortunately.

I don’t know how to tell you all this, but I think MamaTigs is going deaf…she has taken to yelling at me in her posts! :eek: :wink:

Also, I think I need emergency psychiatric care. I just finished cleaning ALL 3 bathrooms, including washing the light fixtures and windown treatments. Clearly, I am ill.
When did scout come back? (is it the same scout?). Anyhoo, CONGRATS!! and my best to you.
Vunder- what you just related is reason 53 for me to leave nursing. I am very tired of 1. no lifting help and 2. being expected to life something easily 3 times my weight repeatedly. Glad the Wife’s court thingy worked out. Driving school is boring (been there, done that).

Yes, she snuck back in under the radar a while back.

Ditto. It’s especially a pain online cause they make you wait an alloted amount of time for each section. No zipping through and getting done in less time.

Lord, I had to be in a great big room with the rest of the unwashed (and some of them were indeed unwashed) for two nights, learning about my Ego, Id and Superego–not that they were called that. What can I say? When I was young, I had a strong Id that didn’t like stop signs…

Recovering from the first weekend of the Ren Faire.

We should have had a sign up at the front gate saying “HERE BE DRAGONS!” as all day long, we had fire-unbreathing dragons flying around. A field across the highway from the Faire site was being used as a base for water-drop helicopters that were being used to fight the nearby “Lick” fire. Very noisy dragons!

The good news is that a yet-unnamed person has confessed to setting the fire, which has burned 48,000 acres and cost $7 million to fight.

About the worst thing that happened to me was a skunk. I don’t know if it’s a live and unhappy skunk under one of our buildings, a dead skunk under one of our buildings, or if a turkey vulture ate a skunk and the vulture poop contains eau de skunk. Who really cares? It stinks all the same!

Congratulations, scout!!

Oh I’m a long-time choir insider from my old church so I know that well. Whenever I go home, even if I just show up 5 minutes before service on a Sunday morning, they put me in a choir robe and expect me to sing.

But it’s exactly that that’s keeping me from committing to this or anything else. I don’t want to get sucked into that again. I’m too soft hearted and the guilt gets to me. But unfortunately, so does the guilt of not getting involved. So I’m caught in a trap of feeling bad for not getting involved but being afraid of getting in and not being able to get out.

I’ve already talked to her on multiple occasions, I like her a lot, and **KeithT **and I have even socialized with her outside of church. So that’s not the problem. It’s more the other member’s desperation and the guilt that that makes me feel.

It’s like **bobbio **taking that EMT call this weekend when he really shouldn’t be but no one else stepped up to do it. I’d probably have done just what he did in that situation because I’d feel guilty if I didn’t.

Plus, having been on the inside before, I know how the “regulars” feel when the non-regulars just show up sometimes. I think a lot of that is resentment that they (the non-regulars) don’t feel the guilt that the rest of us do and they’re able to do what we all want: be involved to the extent that they want and not totally consumed by the activity. But it also puts a big burden on the regulars to keep the organization going when the non-regulars are flaky and only show up occasionally.

It’s like when I stopped volunteering at the cat shelter at home. I was burned out, but I knew that one of the other women on my shift was taking care of her sick mother, another was going back to school, and a third had just had a baby. They were all getting close to being burned out too but instead of things getting easier, I left and they had that much more work to do each week at the shelter. And that really sucks. But it’s experiences like that - and the guilt from that which is still with me > 2 years later - that’s keeping me from getting involved now. I think a lot of volunteer organizations need to realize that it’s better to have someone once a month for 6 months than not at all.

Hello, all! I’ve been so busy at work there’s no time for proper MMP~ing. <snerk>

Anyway, Darling Little Baby Cherry turns 3 on Wednesday, and we had 'im a birthday party yesterday. Here are the two of us opening presents on the floor. We also had blue lips from the Spongebob Cake. Presents featured both Nickelodeon and Disney/Pixar products. The crowd went wild!

:smiley: Happy Monday, everyone!

Well, phooey. I thought they were FINALLY done with the repair on the street out front – and just as I was breathing a sigh of relief, along comes the little steamroller thingy going back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and…you get the idea. :frowning: It’s LOUD, dammit!

Still on the first page by midafternoon on Monday? Are we all collectively ill or something?

Papa Tigs took off for an overnight in Atlantic City last night – the casino had offered a free room and free money, and who are we to argue? So I stayed home and worked like a good girl, and he took a day of vacation and went off and played the house’s money and brought home $1200. Which definitely covers Rusty’s vet bill, among other things! I wish I do like that. I honestly don’t know how he does it. He wins 90% of the time. We can both go into a casino with $20 and in five minutes I’m broke no matter how many ways I try and make the money stretch, and two hours later he’s cashing out $200+ from the first machine he sat down at. I mean nearly every, single time. It’s far more economical for me to stay home and him to go gambling solo, that’s for sure!

Oh well, I’ll just take the pretty Ben Franklins and enjoy them. :smiley:

This stupid transcript is going to end up being 300 pages, I fear. I’m not even two-thirds of the way through it and I’m already nearly to page 200. It’s not hard, it’s just obnoxious – the guy being deposed is a lawyer, and so he’s playing lawyer word games with every single frigging question. I hate, hate, HATE having lawyers as witnesses. Aargh. Back to work, I guess. :frowning:

OK, first of all, thanks so much, rosie, for picking up the slack. Gold star for you! *

Second - apologies to all. I had the MMP all written and ready - I even re-read it yesterday to be sure it was good to go. And in the morning insanity, I forgot to post.

Third - I did remember - about 8:30… at the office… where the Dope is blocked… and my MMP was in a Word doc at home…

Fourth - enough excuses. Here’s what I’d intended to have up at 5:30. At least I’m less than 12 hours late… :o

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A tale of crafty MMPers who did good things.

MamaTigs and I decided some time back that we’d share a booth for the Leonardtown Fall Follies. Those of you who keep track of the minutiae of my life (that would be all of you, right?) might remember that last year’s Fall Follies was my first foray into the craft show circuit with my ceramics. Of the 3 shows I’ve done in the past year, it was the most successful, although not by much. But I decided it was worth a second try, especially with my new approach to craft-showing. My husband had suggested that I donate the proceeds to a charity, and this show would be where I’d start.

To keep for having to get up at too obscene an hour, MamaTigs accepted my invitation to spend the night. So Friday night while I finished pricing and packing, she knitted and we chatted. Even after the van was all packed, the chatting continued until after 10:30, when we decided it was time to crash.

As usual, I was up at the butt-crack of dawn, partly because as I was dropping off to sleep, I realized that I’d packed everything except clay. So I tended to my critters, packed the clay, and turned on the coffee maker so when my not-a-morning-person houseguest got up, she could caffeinate. Meanwhile, my sweetie headed out for a day of boating, and about 7:30-ish, we departed for the show, with a stop at McD’s for a biscuit to go. Shortly after 8, we checked in and started setting up.

I gotta say, MamaTigs and I make a great team! :smiley: We had the canopy up in no time, shelves assembled, and I started unpacking my assorted pots and critters while she labeled and priced her scarves. I was able to put all of my pieces on a single shelving assembly, so the other one held all the knitting. I was going to take some pics, but after the first, my batteries gave up the ghost. Of course. Fortunately, my partner had her cam with fully-charged power, so she took all the photos.

We were treated to a stupid CD stuck on “repeat” for like 8 iterations before someone changed the song. Unfortunately, they didn’t unselect “repeat” and we got to hear that one about 5 times before the music was turned off altogether. When it resumed some time later, the selection was considerably more varied, much to the relief of everyone.

I had a really pleasant surprise when the show officially started. A woman who’d bought some of my stuff last year came back – she told me she’d come back just to see if I was there again. She bought a bunch of stuff, then she left for a wedding. Dang – I have a following!! :eek: That was a good start.

A little later, PapaTigs showed up with the Idiots in tow. He left them with us, and shortly thereafter, the crowd arrived. I swear, it seemed like people were lining up to throw money at us. One woman even asked if we took VISA! When the rush was done, MamaTigs had sold a number of scarves, including one she’d thought was particularly unattractive, and I’d sold a bunch of assorted stuff. Then the doggies left, and it got pretty quiet. Guess the moral of the story is to have a doggy or 2 in the booth. :smiley:

We sat and chatted and kept hydrated and munched on pretzels. I made a coil-built basked, then a pinch-pot kitty. MamaTigs worked on a very colorful scarf. We moved our chairs around, trying to avoid the sun, without a whole lot of luck. If we’d been smart, we’d have set up the booth as a mirror image, so we’d have stayed in the shade. Next year, we’ll know better.

The show lasted from 10-3, and about 2:30, I started to tidy up and do a little packing. At 2:45. I started wrapping smaller pieces and packing the small box. By 3, I had most of my leftovers packed. MamaTigs boxed her remaining scarves, then started disassembling the shelves. I brought the van around, and we finished taking everything apart, loaded it up, and we pulled out at 3:15. The very picture of efficiency were we!

MamaTigs loaded her stuff in her car and hit the road, and I hit the shower, then fed my critters.

Bottom line – well, mine anyway – I’ll let my partner in crime share hers… But my bottom line – I grossed $235!!! More than all three previous shows combined!! I sold all but one kitty, both dogs, 2 of the 3 monsters, and a whole bunch more – old and new pieces.

My charity of choice was Leah’s House – a women’s shelter in my county. I’ll be writing them a check for $175 - the total profits from my sales. The $60 covers the booth rental and my cost for making the pieces I sold. I’m convinced that hanging the sign saying where the proceeds were going made a difference. I heard several people comment about it, and several specifically asked about it. Of course, the lady who bought 3 of the cat jars didn’t seem to care – she just wanted the cat jars.

All in all, it was a rewarding but exhausting day. And we’re looking forward to doing another show on Oct 27. So I’ve got to get in gear and make more cats and dogs and monsters. I’m probably going to do that show for Leah’s House, too. Although I’ve thought about choosing the Tri-County Animal Shelter. We’ll see.

And that’s how two crafty mumpers spent a recent Saturday.

Here I am! :smiley:

'grats to my evil twin! Whoo!

Susan

And look at that - even tho I checked and rechecked, I still goofed up a link.

Oh well. MAMATIGS!! How ya DOING?!?!? :smiley:

Congrats, Scout!

**taxi ** - let go of the guilt and just do what works for you. Easier said than done, I know, but it’s your life.

BBBobbio, you’re a good guy and all that, but dammit, let yourself heal. I know, I know…

I can’t recall everything else I just read - it’s been one of those days. Hugs all around. And sorry I made some of you fret - if I could have posted from work, I would have.

I don’t have a lot to add to FCM’s tales, except to mention that the song that was repeated ad nauseum was a very musak-y version of Deep Purple, and my take wasn’t nearly as good as hers but respectable for a first outing – I sold 4 of 14 pieces I brought, with a woman interested in the one scarf I was working on. I made a total of $55, so after paying FCM for my share of the booth fee and taking out my cost of materials, my charity, Operation Quiet Comfort, will be receiving $35 from me. So it was a good experience, and I hope to do much better at the show in late October – assuming I have time to get more stuff ready for then!

FCM was quite right, I think – knowing that the funds were going to her local charity definitely helped. I had flyers about mine but not a sign, so next time out I’ll have a sign as well as the flyers. Hopefully that will help business increase. I’m going to be knitting anyway, so they might as well benefit as much as possible!

They finally finished the street out front. And then, to my complete surprise, our mail was actually delivered – our usual mail [del]nasty bitch[/del] carrier was apparently off today, and while she wouldn’t have lifted a finger to get the mail delivered with them working on the street in front of the box, the substitute apparently had no such difficulties. Of course, he was perhaps a bit too enthusiastic since he delivered not only our mail but mail belonging to people several houses down the street. :rolleyes: So their mail has been properly delivered now, no thanks to the U.S. Postal Orifice.