I think I’m supposed to do the MMP this morning! So of course I completely forgot. :smack:
This quickly cobbled together MMP will feature a picture of my Christmas tree. I tried to do a teddy bear theme this year, but I don’t quite have enough itty bitty teddy bears. I’ve been collecting them all year, but not very successfully.
Enjoy your Monday, folks.
I hope the Snowpocalypse (sp?) calms down soon, you poor frozen people.
Don’t Panic!!
(Do you know where your towel is? :D)
Cute tree! 
Awww, the teddies are cute!
Mr. Lunch Special, it had to happen sometime …
I’ve got good news to share! The job I’ve been contracting on for the last six months is going to be bringing me on as a permanent employee in January. Woo-hoo! bennies! and a stable income, which is not something I expected to have happen given the state of the economy.
Speaking of which, I’d better get back to it.
how cute! I’ve never had a themed Christmas tree, though I think I’ll have to try it before I reproduce and my Christmas trees get taken over with school projects and ceramic handprints like my parents’ is.
There’s been no real “snowpocalypse” here… the forecast has a lot of “wintry mix” which I guess means snow and rain, so I guess it’s not supposed to hit us just yet. It is really cold, though, so at least I have something to complain about.
Anyway, my last MMP post was sort of a driveby, so consider this my official attempt to come back. The MMP moves fast and it’s kind of intimidating trying to keep up, but I’m going to try anyway because I really like and have missed y’all, so… I brought cake for everyone to make up for being so all-over-the-place.
Yay! Cake for breakfast!
Welcome back, SurrenderDorothy. Gotta get you a nickname…
Yay for the perma-job, Morgyn!
Don’t panic, and skip the cake.
I brought Rusty! The Wonder Pelican.
FrenchDots?
Your tree is lovely, Dolores. Is that a penquin? squee!
I’ve been having some anxiety about our Christmas plans. We will have a one hour car ride to Campbell River tomorrow on a Highway of the Snowpocalypse, and then a 90 minute boat ride to get to the [del]Overlook[/del] resort. I’m not looking forward to a long boat ride in such a small craft compared to a ferry.
I tossed some bird seed all over our deck for the birds. We’ve had juncos, chickadees, towhees and finches so far. Poor things aren’t used to this!
SurrenderDorothy! Hello again. She had a nickname at one point, but I have forgotten what.
I am off to HR for paperwork. Be home early afternoon. It warmed up here: it’s -2 now. :rolleyes: But no wind. Outside is gorgeous, but deadly. Birds are feeding like crazy.
Nice tree, Rebo!
Dots, among other things, AIR. Don’t worry about keeping up. Just stop by, read what you can (including nothing), and add stuff.
Thanks for getting things started, Rebo! In case there’s a question…FCM is next week.
I just did what I hope is my last work-related stuff during vacation. Family is here and I have to plan what we’re eating this week. Well, with help from the niece and nephew.
It’s REALLY cold out (4 degrees Amurkin). My fingers about froze off when I took recycling out without gloves. :eek:
Hugs to all!!!
GT
I’ve almost convinced myself that gingerbread and oatmeal/cranberry cookies are breakfast foods.
Yes, it’s a penguin. These are some close ups of my favorite ornaments. Check out the crazy-eyed, noseless Rudolph!
Good on ya for feeding the birds.
I suppose it would be bad form to whine about it only getting up to 60 degrees Murkin today. :o …sorry.
rebo, love the tree. That Teddy is Teh Kee-ute!
I am on vacation all week. Whoot! Today I’mma do some dusting and clean the guest bath and then a little more shopping this afternoon…some treats for the son’s goggies.
I overdid buying the beast-to-be-roasted and I’m thinking I’ll cut a couple of steaks off the end. I blame my ever-changing dinner count…one brother who hasn’t deigned to let me know if he’s coming or not and then there’s the veggie kids. ::sigh::
Anyhoo, alla y’all who are frosted solid, here’s some good toasty vibes.
Tupug
Mornin’ folks. Checking in from Snowpocalypse Central here. At least 18 inches of snow on the ground now, and many places have ice under that. The sidewalks are a study of hard packed snow and ice. Navigation is quite tricky.
Hawkeyeop and I were stuck inside most of the weekend. By yesterday night, I was going crazy. I decided to go out even if it was snowing like crazy. Big Mistake. The bus was more or less on time going, but coming back was a disaster. Ugh. But Hawkeyeop had some chicken soup waiting for me when I got back.
In other, but perhaps related news, I think I have caught teh sick…again.
Gather 'round MMP kiddies, for Unca Bobbio has another fire and rescue tale to tell.
I had ambulance duty Saturday, and I did the rare for me day shift, which starts at 5 AM. My crew was Felix, who is a near-double of my father in law, except taller and skinnier, and Brassy Deb, who’s been mentioned many times before.
I took the Shitbeater (my pickup truck) to the station loaded with tools for the juniors to use for a money-making project. They are promoting reflective house number signs, which are a county requirement, custom made and installed. They had the use of my shovel, post hole digger, electric screw-me driver, and truck if they wanted any or all.
Early on, the usual social BS flew fast and furious. The Vunder household is in extreme financial distress at the moment, yet we joined in on a Christmas project Deb is running, I committed to getting the Mayberry VFD Santa suit for Wednesday evening to bring Christmas to some kiddies who are otherwise getting nothing. I luuurves to be Santa.
Just about the time the 3 of us decided where and when brekkies would happen, we were paged for car vs. semi wreck sorta near the VunderLair. A young mom pulled out in front of a bobtailed semi, and was t-boned in the driver’s door. She had a nasty concussion, a scalp laceration, and a banged up knee. We wanted to fly her to Norfolk because of the concussion, but the helicopters were grounded because of fog and low ceiling.
I have to grump about the run. A wreck, like a cardiac arrest, brings out manpower in droves, but this got to be rather extreme. We had a scheduled crew of 3, yet when we got the patient in the unit, there were 7 of us back there, and no one could move. I got out wand went to drive simply so I could breathe. :mad: We got her to Bugtussel without incident.
On the way back, we decided to go to brekkies, and VWife called me during the exchange, so she joined us. I was wallet poor, so Deb covered for us. I made the executive decision on the spot that I’d give her $20 for our $12 tab, and she should use the rest to contribute to the Christmas project. It was welcomed.
We got back to the station, and Deb and I cleaned a 5 gallon bucket of peecans in about an hour, Y’all who are pestering me for nuts should be happy that we’re finally getting them done. I was bored, so I went to my bunk and took a nap.
I was out roughly an hour, and just as I was getting up and around, we were paged for the big call of the day. A 10 year old kid shot himself in the foot with a shotgun :eek:
I auditioned for NASCAR getting the ambulance to that scene, imagining the worst. We found the kid sitting on the tailgate of a truck, surrounded by friends and family. His boot was off, and you could plainly see where he was missing about one half of the second toe on his right foot. I had imagined the shot going through the instep, which would have been a whole lot more serious.
The hunters around here have the bad habit of resting the muzzles of their guns on the toes of their boot to keep from plugging the barrels with junk. the kid was doing this, too, but forgot to take his finger off the trigger and putting on the safety. :smack: I’ve done something completely different. A cheap condom over the muzzle, secured with a rubber band, accomplishes the same thing, plus you can shoot through it with impunity.
We loaded up the kid. I tried to get the IV, but missed. He had very small veins. We wrapped his foot, and headed for Suffolk. The kid was a trooper. He was hurting, and he was more scared than anything about what his mom would think, but he didn’t cry. Me, I’d’ve been swearing in 3 known languages and a couple of made up ones.
Felix and I tried our best to keep him entertained and his mind off the situation. The kid wasn’t in the mood for a lot of jokes. Felix asked him what he wanted for Christmas.
“A new toe!”
I told him that it hurts now, but it wouldn’t once it healed, and in 5 of 6 years, he could use the missing toe to pick up chicks, because they’d think it was cool. That went right over his head.
Transport was uneventful for the patient, but when I called in to the Suffolk hospital, the doctor heard ‘gunshot’ and sent us to Norfolk to the trauma center. What a wuss.
We had another call with 5 minutes to go in the shift, but as we were starting the ambulance, the night crew showed up, and I didn’t have to go.
FCMom mentioned the fire department taking Santa around her neighborhood on the engine. Mayberry did that Saturday night, and that’s one of the most fun duties I have, rivaled only by Halloween at the fire station.
It was cold, and just as we were finishing, it started to rain. Hard. Most of the story is boring, but there was one funny bit to tell.
Bill, who was Santa Saturday night, is also one of the county magistrates, and he was on call. When we were about halfway through the circuit, he was paged to the office, which usually means he has to arraign someone. He turned to me and asked me to call the dispatcher, who happened to be Heavy-thumbed Harry.
“Harry, this is Bob. Santa wanted me to call in for him to tell you it’ll be a while before he gets to his office.” Harry gave me a good chuckle.
I spent the rest of the night trying to convince Bill to show up at his office in the suit so he could tell the perp he was a very bad boy, and should imagine just how much coal he was getting this year.
“No. If I showed up like this, he’d expect a low bail.”
You can’t beat life amongst the rednecks of Cottonfield County for the entertainment value.
Dolo,
I love the Teddy Bear theme - your tree is very cute!
We need to plan for next year - all the feud participants should send you mini-bears. I’m filing this plan.
Blurf[sup]2[/sup].
Caffeinating, thawing out. Freakin’ -12°C this morning, -22°C with the wind chill, and it felt like it. Storms all weekend, ridiculous wind last night sending loose snow into drifts all over the place, and as usual, the area I have to walk through to get to my morning bus is managed by the city, not the building property management, and hasn’t been plowed yet, so it’s completely covered, in some places up to a couple of feet or more with drifts.
Could be worse. East cost is getting in excess of -30°C temps, Saskatchewan below even -40°C. But they’re saying this is the first time we’ll have a coast-to-coast white Christmas since 1971 (the year of my birth, oddly enough). The British Columbians don’t know what the hell do to with it.
LiLi must be loving it.
Work is insane because of all the weather. (Much of our business is seasonal, but winter creates the most urgent needs in clients.) I’ve already taken twice the number of calls I usually take by this time of the morning.
This is gonna be a baaaaaaad winter.
Cute tree, Rebo. I have to get a tree – but first I have to find a way to prevent the cats from destroying it. Also, they need to find a way to make tinsel edible so it’s safe for cats but still looks pretty on trees.
Bah! I’d better end this now or I’ll never get it posted with the way the phones are going.
There’s no way I can beat BBBobbio’s EMT tales … especially about Cottonfield County.
Good morning all - I’m up and well caffeinated now and have also had my ration of Buckeye’s for the morning. LOL Yes, a co-worker brings me some of the delicious confection every year for the holidays. I’ve got to put the rest in the fridge, though, or they’ll melt.
Beebs! It’s good to see you, please stop in more often. It’s good to see others as well, like Surrender Dorothy - a great name, btw! Please do come back!!
Morning, all, and a cold Monday to most of you. It’s a balmy 19°F here, which I realize isn’t that bad compared to what a lot of you are going through, but for us it’s cooold. Especially in this house with the heat-sucking floors. I am envious of your snow, though, even if it does keep you bored at home – it’s so pretty!
Cute tree, Rebo! You should learn to knit or crochet; there’s about a zillion adorable patterns for little knitted/crocheted animals. Then next year your whole tree could be covered with a little zoo!
Congrats on the job going permanent, Morgyn! That is indeed good news in this economy. You must be a Superior Employee. Of course, if you’re a Mumper, that’s assumed, right?
You do have an interesting time there in Mayberry, don’t you, Bobbio? But was that 10-year-old hunting without an adult around? :eek: Even Papa Tigs, who grew up hunting and trapping and all, wasn’t allowed to go out alone till he was 12. Which I still think is scary young. :eek:
I stayed up till I was nodding off over my keyboard last night trying to get this job done for this morning, but didn’t make it, so I set my alarm and got a whopping 4 hours of sleep so I could get up and get it finished. :rolleyes: Which I did, but I am already fading rapidly. Needless to say, a nap is in my future today. Papa Tigs stayed home like I’d ordered him to, which even he had to admit was a good idea since he hasn’t graduated beyond tea and toast yet. But at least he’s feeling more human. Now I have to make sure I don’t get that bug – if the way it attacked him was any indication, it was a nasty one!
He was with his uncle, and both were out as part of a hunting club, so he wasn’t alone.
Oh, I failed to mention these. He’s already bagged 6 deer this season, and he was mad that he was out of school for vacation, and he wasn’t going to be able to hunt. Deb and I were taking bets that he’d be back out in the field by the end of the week.
She also hassled him. “Six deer this season? For taking you to the hospital, at least you could give me a roast…”
