A Scintillating MMP – and other nifty words

I’m just popping in for a few words before I delve into my book again. (vampires and werewolves and hybrids, oh my!)

Nava I used to think like you about birthdays, but considering my age I am grateful for that extra year!

pie I am not super caught up on everything, but I hope that whatever is troubling you vanishes. (((pie)))

gt, swampy, and everyone else who is experiencing low thermometer reading, stay warm! We are under a high wind advisory for Firday, with winds between 50 and 90+ mph. The temperature has moderated nicely though, it’s 40 degrees and I have the window open. The wind is dead calm for now, but I think I’ll close the window if sleep comes knocking on my eyelids again. The night is so still, but for the plinking of raindrops from the spruce.

Thanks rebo, the exercise released a lot of my tension, I feel, physically, better. I’m looking forward to new about Lucy in a few hours, but my hopes are up.

Back to Bella and her plight, good night!

Well, see, it’s just an English word which always strikes me as funny. In Spanish it’s cumpleaños, something like “fullfills-years.” You fullfill your first year when you are wrapping up your first year outside of Mom.

But I claim that a birth day isn’t the same as a birthday. One is when you are born, one when you celebrate being born.

A sense of humor is about all we have left when things hit bottom.

HRH’s hair is adorably tousled, dotty.

Happy (late?) birthday Nat, Destroyer of Granola Bars!

Everybody stay warm! It’s coooooooooooooooooooold today. It’s 16 degrees in Eastern North-By-God Kakalak, I don’t even want to think about Parts North.

Oh crap, if it’s 16 that means I need to let the dog back in soon before I have a Pupsicle.

That’s only half of it, literally. This other thing started during her ambulance ride.

Background: On Dec. 23rd, neighbor CindyTheFlake found a boxer in the corral with Eagle the goat, and Eagle was giving the dog hell. She called us, thinking we had a foster that got away. No; we took him in anyway and dubbed him Jake.

We called the shelter and Animal Control, regstering him as a found dog. Over the next 23 days, we picked off 27 ticks, fed him a lot and putting on necessary weight, and worked with him to overcome some bad conditioning such as not liking men. VWife also posted found dog notices online.

Under NC law, a found dog has to be held 10 days to find the owner. Jake’s time was well in excess of that, and Sunday we found him a 5 year old boy in Virginia to live with.

To the story. VWife is in the ambulance on a backboard and immobilized, and her cell phone rings. It was the shelter director, saying Jake’s owner may have been found. She didn’t know Jake was gone.

After we got home, there was a voicemail from some hick woman trying to fnd her dog ‘Pup-pup’. Later, I got a call from a guy that soon turned threatening because I told him we had a dog, and it was gone; I refused to tell him where.

“I guess I’ll go see the sheriff.”

“Knock yerself out, Buddy.” I then called the Animal Control deputy directly and explained everything. She sided with us. I also called the shelter director at home. Her reaction was ‘Oh. Shit.’, and sided with us, too.

About 45 minutes later, a different deputy shows up in the driveway with 2 rednecks who want their dog NOW. We don’t have it, we answered, and said he was adopted and in Virginia. We refused to name Jake’s new family. The last I saw of the pair, he was muttering something about swearing out a warrant on felony dog theft. There ain’t enough :rolleyes: to do this justice.

If that fucker actually gets a warrant, I won’t go quietly. :mad::mad::mad:

Vundie, sounds like you’ve had an eventful few days. Eeesh. Glad VWife is doing OK aside from some lumps and bumps, though… and a giant :rolleyes: for the hillbillies who sound like spoiled 2 year old who toss their toy in the corner, but throw a temper tantrum the second someone else decides to play with it. Eeesh.

Sounds to me like the cops and courts have far more important things to worry about than felony… ummm… dog theft. :dubious:

Dotty, a giant SQUEEEEEEEE for Little Miss HRH. I can’t believe how big she’s getting! And I love the hair… mine used to look like that when I was her age (and still does on occasion, but it’s not as charming on a grumpy hungover 30 yr old as it is on an rosy-cheeked little tyke).

It’s a mopey day at the office today. Boss Lady will be rolling off the project as of 5pm… I’m really going to miss that crazy Polish lady and her complete inability to be either quiet or tactful about anything. :frowning: Stoopit economy.

The economy may be screwy, but it’s January and I’m getting 2-3 calls from agents per day and they’re not all for the same project.

It’s a pity magic doesn’t work. I’d love to be able to take all these “hi, wanna work for us?” calls and be able to forward them (appropriately mutated for adequate location and job, of course) to the people here who need new jobs.

The last one, from an agent in London therefore reading my resume in English, and “unknown number” in my cell (therefore I answered in English, as that’s how non-Spanish phones show), led to this gem:
“Hello, this is Nava Lastname, how may I help you?”
“Oh, hello! May I speak with Nava Lastname?”
“Yes, this is Nava.”
“Ah good. Can you speak English?”
“I’d say I can. Actually, it’s what we’ve been speaking in.”

Talk about failing your perception roll :stuck_out_tongue: Even if I was looking for a job, I’d have to be pretty desperate to take anything offered by her. Call me elitist, but I’d like to know that the people doing my billing work while awake.

It’s a 5 day weekend for Vorlon Jr.
Phone rang at 0600 yesterday informing us that “Due to the incomming snowstorm” School would be canceled for Thursday.

The sun was almost out all day.

They pulled the trigger on today at 1900 last night—“Due to extreem cold”

Methinks they did not want to pay to warm up the schools, considering Monday is a day off too.

I predict much wailing and knashing of teeth in June…:rolleyes:

Mornin’.

Happy Firday

BBBobbio the world is full of nutcases. But you already knew that. I wouldn’t sweat the rednecks. They’ll be all over this after their next twelve pack. :smiley:

I have lasagna doin’ it’s thing in the slow cooker/roaster oven thingy. It’s a lot of lasagna, which is a good thing for two reasons. One, it’s lasagna… yum! Two, it’ll be nice to yank out some frozen homemade lasagna for a meal or three later on. I have chicken noodle and beef veggie soups in the freezer along with some beast stew. Nice to be able to thaw/nuke a homemade meal sometimes.

The water on the top step of the pool is icy. No biggie cause it’s at most a quarter inch of water on that step. The pool water temp itself is a balmy 45 degrees Amurrkin. Who’s up for a swim?!?!

Oh and I am bein’ productive. I have a load of laundry in the dryer and another in the washer as I post. Shirts and pants in the dryer and towels and underwear in the washer. When those are done, it’ll be nap time. I’ll be exhausted from all the effort!

Morning Mumpers! It’s 17 degrees and I’m caffeinating.

I am positively SWEATING in this 47℉ heat! :rolleyes:

Happy Firday, everyone.

dotty, HRH is now an adorable little girl. Has she got Dad twined around her little finger yet?

kai! Did I miss something??? You have a dinner date? :confused:

I am looking forward to having Monday off. The Princess[sup]TM[/sup] and I are going to hit the Mall because we heard there’s a free cosmetics give-away. Some kind of class action suit so maybe we will get some swag.

I am thinking I want extra crispy Buffler wings for din-din. We’ll see what Mr. Anachi wants.

Tupug

Gooooooooood Morning, Mumperland!

Rebo, glad to hear your Dad’s feeling much perkier. Hope your tests results come back clean. winces for booby squish

Bobbio, shakes heads I dunno about some people. That’ll go as far as the police checking paperwork with Animal Control and the shelter, I hope.

“Pupsicle” always, always makes me laugh, Spaz. Hope you had a fabulous pre-birthday yesterday.

kai, YAY for dinner dates. I have experienced 70+ mph winds on a west coast beach–it’s like getting sandblasted. Why is Elvis Presley singing “Hunker, hunker burnin’ love” in my head?

Great minds and all that, Puggy. I bought a package of turkey wings yesterday which I’m going to enjoy for lunch today, and they are all.mine. [/maniacal laugh]

Still pea soup fog out there and 0C/32F, barely any wind in the last 24 hours, pressure hasn’t budged from 100.3 kPa since 1 PM yesterday. What little wind we’re getting is coming from every which direction so fog, fog, and more fog the next few days.

Got another resume tailored late yesterday afternoon. I’m using the 2 column, ‘you want/I have’ format for the first time on a cover letter. I just have to scan my signature, add it to the cover letter and e-mail them this morning. Then laundry. Got a great sleep, woke up at 5 AM! Two thumbs up!

TGIFirday! I woke up with a sinus headache this morning so all I wanna do is go home!

Can I come visit? That’s 68 degrees warmer than what we woke up to this morning! That sounds pretty good right about now.

47 F sounds AWESOME right now. I had to wear three pairs of pants this morning so that my legs would not be numb by the time I got to the train station.

The weather’s been really nice here. It’s gorgeous during the day and chilly at night, just so we don’t forget it’s wintertime.

I had lunch yesterday with a couple of former co-workers. We vented a little and tried to figure out what to do next.

I guess I should do something productive.

Shhhhhh, be vewy, vewy quiet. I’m sneaking in here really quickly to say hello and I miss you guys.

I really only got to skim, but I know some bad stuff has happened to some of our Mumpers so I want to give some hugs out.

Well, back to class. Hugs, smooches, and love to all. I fly out tomorrow morning. Thank God, I’m ready to go home!

Brrr, it just got above freezing here–that’s what happens when our cloud cover goes away! It’s beautifully sunny and chilly, going to go up to about 50 F today–lovely! Daughter’s dog Callie is over for a playdate and she and Bear already got into an altercation over who would lie down on my feet which ended up with a torn pair of jammie pants and a big bleedy scratch on my kneecap, ow! They’re now outside learning to behave better.

I have proof of the exceptional qualities of the Grandboy–behold, Trogdor! They had a few glitches–in the first song there was a sound issue with the vocalist and she couldn’t hear herself so Grandboy had to keep his drumming very simple so she could stay in time–he has a lot of fills and tricky bits he usually throws in. On the second song the vocalist fluffed the verse, causing the trumpet player to miscue and play over a piano solo part, but they pulled it together and shook it off pretty well. The third song is their favorite, and it shows. Now this is a band that only gets together once a week to practice after school for an hour or so–I think they’re remarkably cohesive. So, is it just me, or does the Grandboy have some serious talent on those drums? :stuck_out_tongue:

:rolleyes::rolleyes::rolleyes: @ shitty redneck (former) dog owners. Gee, wonder why the dog was scared of men? Sorry you have to deal with numb nuts of that caliber, Bobbio… Glad the wife is okay, too.

“Pup-pup?” Really? Good lord…

Shhhhhh… we need to be very quiet and not yell out TATER’S name so she won’t get caught. :smiley:

Nap time was all I hoped it would be.

Just thought I’d report that to y’all.

pugs yeah I have a dinner date for next Friday… with my daughter’s in-laws! We are close, they are the people (Trish and Charlie) who had the fire, and she and I go to water aerobics together. They are taking me to the Old Powerhouse, it’s the old powerhouse for our electric co-op which was bought and made over into a very nice restaurant. It overlooks the channel, and it has fabulous sushi.

So, after the kids went off to school I snuggled back under the covers and read a bit until the sandman lured me back to sleep. When I awoke I hustled to the nushnik (alutiq for bathroom) and on the way back I noticed that I am out of heating oil. Damn!!! We, as a town, are having a lot of problems with heating oil being stolen, so I am back under the cozy covers, waiting for the oil man. Brrr! Thank Og that our outside temp is 43°F.

HRH just keeps getting prettier… if that’s possible!

For someone to let their “Pup-pup” go missing that long shows a considerable indifference for their dog, and add in the aversion to men, well, thankfully he is in a good home now, and if you get served BBBobio, give 'em hell!

Och, it’s awfully chilly in here, blanket diving I go!

Dammit, why isn’t it 5pm yet?

I’m alternating between wishing the day wasn’t going by so quickly (because of Boss Lady leaving) and wishing the day would just hurry up and be done with (because I’m working on the boringest task ever). Blargh.