GO!
Just kidding – this is the real OP. 
Dare I suggest that “What’s MMP mean?” has become the most frequently asked question on the Dope? I mean, now that people have stopped the whole Hi, Opal thing…
If not, I don’t care. I just wanted to give everyone a chance to share net-like abbreviations they use away from the net, just to assure me that I’m not the only one who does that. And, really, some of what I’m going to share pre-dates the ‘net by a LOT! Oh, yeah, and to make it a guessing game, spoiler the translation of your abbreviations. I’ll do a couple of common ones as an example, then add a couple of my own. KTHXBYE!
MMP Monday Morning Post, started a bazillion years ago by Rue DeDay, continued by a band of Merry Mumpers since he doesn’t play with us any longer.
N.O.T. Not Our Taters, used when describing a side dish, in order to assure one and all that we aren’t cannibals who would ingest our beloved west coast Mumper.
GFTD/GFTW Gone For The Day/Gone For The Week – we use this at work on our sign-out boards to let bosses and coworkers know that we’re outta there. We have flex hours, with a variety of start/stop times, so when I leave at 2:30, they remember that I don’t work till 5:00. Over Christmas, you’ll occasionally see GFTY – I bet you can figure that one out.
OTL Out To Lunch – self-explanatory.
TTT/EEE TypeTypeType/EraseEraseErase – I first encountered this in a chat room at work about 10 or so years ago. It’s what people would use to indicate they’d said something, then thought better of it, for whatever reason. Usually, it implied unsavory language or rampant snark. I’ve never seen it used outside that little group.
IHAGDOD When my daughter was in kindergarten, they kept journals, consisting primarily of crayon drawings. My kid liked to write, and many of the pages said IHAGDOD which means I Had A Good Day One Day. She never wrote out an entire word, but I was able to translate her entire journal at the time – probably because she told me what was going on. Still, the kid was a genius – she invented internet abbreviations before she ever saw a computer! 
Please do share your own.
TVCTPMO
The Vast Conspiracy To Piss Me Off
ETA:First!
ETA
Edited To Add
I have no abbreviations, but I have two dogs. The story in brief:Nelly and a small white dog got dumped a few miles from here two weeks ago. Vet #1 missed her chip, so she and her buddy went to a foster mom. Foster mom took her to Vet #2 last week for an ear infection, and he found her chip, and they called me. Here she is. she’s lost a bit of weight, but is healthy otherwise. She stole Gordie’s Kong and gave him a beatdown when he tried to take it back. Not bad for a skinny old lady.
Morning!
Something that has amazed me in the WTF? context is the custom in the South of the state running the liquor stores. I first encountered it in my young life when my dad lived in West Virginia; I became reacquainted with it after moving to Virginia, and now North Carolina. In Indiana, all liquor stores are private enterprises.
Cottonfield County is damp. You can buy alcohol there to take home, but by agreement on the county commissioners amongst themselves, there will never be a bar or even a restaurant that serves beer or wine. There are (or were) two ABC (Alcoholic Beverage Commission) stores within our borders, and this is the tale of how we now have only one.
Firday night, I did an ambulance shift. We had two calls, and the first was a fire standby for a burning vehicle. A bird had built a nest in the engine compartment of a car, and it caught fire. The fire was put out with a hand extinguisher, and my ambulance run was cancelled en route to the scene. The other call was for an old guy with low blood pressure, and he refused transport. The upshot of all this was an easy night, and lots of sleep.
Saturday was a fire department work day. I volunteered to do hydrant flow testing, a task that we’re required to do every three years. It involves setting up a couple of gauges and running the water to measure the static water pressure in the main, and the flowing pressure with the hydrant wide open. It’s a tedious and wet job that few like to do. I volunteered so I can memorize the hydrant locations.
Sam and I were about three plugs shy of finishing the ones in the Mayberry limits when the first page went out. A vehicle had crashed through the side of the ABC store on the east side of the county, in Crabwell Corner’s district.
The pages came fast and furious. Multiple injuries; building collapse; fire; building totally involved. Rescue, Crabwell Corners, and Skeetertown were all paged. Sam and I headed back to the station because we KNEW we were going, too. Dennis, our chief, volunteered our ladder truck early, because we had a crew for it because of the work day, and it’s a slow response vehicle.
About 10 minutes after the first page, the incident commander requested our ladder truck. It rolled, and I rode our larger pumper which went also to provide water and manpower.
During the ride, we all listened to the radio traffic. The helicopter was called for one victim; all 3 of our ambulances went, too. A second fire alarm was called for manpower because all necessary equipment was there or on the way.
My engine was last to arrive. The roof was entirely down, and the warehouse wing had flames shooting 30 feet into the air. It was quite a spectacular sight.
All told, it took about 2 hours to put the fire out, and it was sort of dicey. The bottles of liquor would cook off with a low whump, and the flames would shoot back up immediately like a Molotov Cocktail. The unburned booze rode out of the parking lot in the water we had shot, creating an HTG hazmat situation requiring us to dam the roadside ditches for a cleanup crew to come later.
When the action died down, I got the story. A minivan, with mom driving and 3 kids in the back, were on the way to a birthday party when the kids started acting up in back. Mom turned around to smack the kids, lost control, jumped the ditch, went through a chain link fence, and over the parking lot to crash through the side of the building. The broken bottles immediately flashed on the exhaust pipe, and the store was entirely engulfed.
Mom was the one flown out on the helicopter, with 2nd and 3rd degree burns over a third of her body, The 3 kids went to a closer hospital for cuts and bumps. The store clerk and a patron were also hurt, but I never heard how badly; all 6 went to a hospital somewhere.
Then the gallows humor jokes began.
“I guess someone really wanted a Brew-Thru…”
“We’re organizing a memorial service tonight for the loss of the store and it’s inventory.”
“She must have been drunk to begin with, and wanted more.”
“This is the biggest disaster to ever hit Cottonfield County.”
Short epilogue: The Sheriff’s Department had a rather busy day Sunday busting looters looking for a free bottle in the rubble.
Photos courtesy of John Taylor Kittrell of the Crabwell Corners VFD.
Hey people!!
Been busy the last couple weeks… Also, just a bit a-social even when I did have time. Sorry.
To recap the little I’ve retained – sorry about JoeDawg, Swampy 
Yay for Nelly, Doggio. Way belated Happy Birthday to HRH, Dotty 
And I hope you enjoyed you vacation, too!
My favorite abbreviation is BTDTGTTS Been There, Done That, Got The T-Shirt
Way back when, when I was working on Y2K compliance (yes, :rolleyes:…) there was the acronym TEOTWAWKI (TEO-twow-kee)The End Of The World As We Know It – bandied about by the crazies who ever thought Y2K was about much more than IT departments getting budgets to revamp their hardware and software, at long last… OK, a **bit **more than that, but I can tell you as one who was in the trenches – not **much **more!
Wow, that’s one hell of a fire there, VBob! Cute 'stache, too!
Thanks for all you do. Houston is mourning two firefighters’ deaths today. One a thirty year veteran, and one was a rookie.
We have so many acronyms in my workplace it’s pathetic. Nobody can remember what they all are!
SSPE (my department)
Sub Sea Production Equipment
SST
Spheri-Seal Test
DHPT
DownHole Pressure Temperature
All the equipment has a shortened name.
Easter dinner was pretty spectacular. Baked ham, squash casserole, fresh green beans cooked with a hamhock, baked sweet NOT. I just realized I forgot the rolls. Nobody missed it!
Back to work. Ugh.
Have a good one, Mumpers!
That is quite a fire story, bobbio! We have city-run liquor stores here, but just in our city - the neighboring ones have privately-owned liquor stores. Don’t know the reason, but they’re all closed on Sundays, which drives folks from other neighboring states crazy. I was used to blue laws so no change for me, but for people used to picking up a six-pack before the game on Sunday, not so cool. I guess the up side of the city-owned stores is that you can sort of trust (or at least hope) that you’re not being ripped off and that the profits are going to make the city run better and/or keep our taxes from being higher. Or that’s the theory.
Good weekend. It was great weather so we got out for our first two bike rides of the season. And I cooked. A lot. Pancakes for breakfast Saturday morning. Cinnamon buns (Pioneer Woman’s recipe but substituting maple syrup for all the sugar) on Sunday. Cannelloni for dinner on Sunday. Recipe below.
Cannelloni
- 12 oz lasagna noodles, cooked to al dante and drained. I like the whole grain ones - they work well for this.
- 16 oz part-skim ricotta
- 1 egg
- couple handfuls shredded parmesan
- spices for filling: powdered onion, powdered garlic, dried thyme, oregano, salt, pepper, etc.
- 8 oz frozen spinach, thawed and drained
- tomato sauce, homemade or jarred is fine, probably 24-32 oz.
If you’re making your own sauce, start it first so it has a chance to simmer a bit. I like to saute onions and garlic, add in a little red wine, then add crushed and/or diced tomatoes. Yesterday I used one big can and one regular can. Not sure on the sizes. Then let simmer for 45 min to an hour or until everything else is ready.
Boil the noodles to al dante. (Don’t overcook 'cause they’ll get baked too so you want them to start off kind of firm.) Drain and lay separately on a rack, foil, parchment, or waxed paper so they don’t stick together. They can sit for a while while you prepare everything else.
Thaw the spinach in the microwave if necessary and drain and wring out in a towel or paper towel. Get as much excess liquid out as possible. Combine the ricotta, spinach, egg, parmesan, spices as desired (make sure to add a decent amount of salt and at least some spices here or the results will be way too bland).
When the sauce is nicely simmered (or the jarred sauce is open), spray a 13x9 pan (or two 8x8 or other small pans… I prefer to do two small pans 'cause this freezes really well so I can have it again in a couple weeks with no prep work. Plus, one little pan feeds two of us for one meal plus one person’s lunch.) with Pam. Spoon about 1/2 a cup of sauce into each pan or a cup or so into the bottom of the big pan.
With your noodles laid out in front of you, spoon some of the filling into each noodle. If they’re all separate and you have the room, spoon filling onto all the noodles at once so you know you have enough on each one. If you want them extra cheesy, sprinkle some grated mozzarella over each one. Then roll them each up and place them seam side down in the pan. I usually put 8-9 in each of the two pans.
Pour the remaining sauce over the top, making sure to cover each roll so they don’t dry out. Sprinkle some shredded/grated mozzarella over the top.
Bake at ~350 for ~45 min to an hour or until the sauce is bubbling and the cheese is melted and turning golden. If you want to freeze one pan, do so BEFORE baking. Then take it out of the freezer, cover it with aluminum foil, and put it, frozen, into a cold oven. Turn the oven on and let it heat up as the oven heats up. From the freezer it takes about 90 minutes to thaw and heat up. Then uncover it and let the top brown up for about 15 min.
Morning, all. You really, really do not want to know the list 17 miles long of acronyms Papa Tigs uses. I’ve learned a few, but I still have no clue what he’s talking about most of the time when he’s on the phone.
As for my work, we don’t have many acronyms of our own, thank heaven. Of course, the other side of that is that we have to know everyone else’s acronyms.
That was quite some fire there, Bobbio! And who is that dashing fireman with the 'stashe?
Nice to see you again, Special One. I went AWOL longer than you did, so don’t feel bad about your relatively brief absence.
I decided last night to frog a shawl I’d gotten half knitted a year ago and then got stuck on. That was when I was still trying to reverse all the lace patterns, before I discovered I don’t need to. So I frogged the whole thing, which gave me enough of the lace yarn to make a pair of socks. From lace yarn. Should be interesting, if I ever work up the nerve. Oh, and frogging? That’s the knitting term for taking something completely off the needles and unraveling it. The name comes from the similarity of what you’re doing to the sound of a frog: rip-it, rip-it! Hey, makes sense to me.
It was my turn for insomnia last night, so I’m feeling all foggy and yuck today. Here’s hoping my head clears up a bit at some point. Either that or I just give up and take a nap. We shall see. Anyway, I guess I should try and get a bit of work done while I have even the slightest trace of motivation. Whose bad idea was Monday, anyway?
Hi folks-
I will try, try, TRY to be better this week! The last two weeks have been INSANITY.
I have no clever internet abbreviations.
Hey guys, I missed you all last week. Stuff happened, but first:
The only clean abbreviations I can share at the moment is from high school, but those of us who are still in touch still use it -
DPDIBAMF
Drama People Do It Better And More Frequently
G.O.D.'s
Good Old Days
I didn’t feel well at all last week, on Friday am I had an “episode” where I couldn’t breathe, and after I managed to suck air I an ache in my just left of center chest. I was kinda weak, and the ache came and went, so I rested a bit. After another night of insomnia, Saturday morning was water aerobics, and other than a shortness of breath I felt well enough, so off we went. Even taking it easy I ended up with even more shortness of breath, and the chest pain came back. My friend Trisha, the instructor, and another friend who is a nurse voted me out of the pool So Trisha and I got out, even though I told her to finish her workout. We dressed and left the Base heading into town. She told me I needed to see the doc, I said I’ll call her Monday. Trish told me that I needed to at least go to the Specialty Clinic, and after a bit of back and forth I told her fine, but I wanted to go home and shower first. As we reached town she said that she was taking me to the emergency room, and nothing I said changed her mind, so off to the E.R. I went, unhappily.
They brought the wheelchair to the car and got me into a room where all of a sudden I was the center of attention. Yee and fricken haw. My heart was not beating regularly, my blood oxygen was 95% so I had lung x-rays (all good) ekg (they never told me anything about that) blood drawn, oxygen tubes in my nose, an IV, and all the medical personnel one can imagine showed up. The E.R. doc is a sweetheart and we chatted, my blood work showed that my magnesium, potassium were low and I am anemic. Then the doc from the clinic I go to showed up, and told me I was going to be moved upstairs for observation. I wasn’t pleased, but fine. Except they took me to the third floor, the Acute ward. Hmmm. I got settled in, had an IV of magnesium and a potassium pill, and was given a lunch of meatloaf and mashed potatoes, both covered in a heavy brown gravy, and a large helping of canned spinach. Urp, no thank you, wasn’t hungry anyway. The nurse then “coaxed” (read pressured) me into having a cup of pudding, a cup of jello, and a cup of fruit filled jello. Okay, bring them to me, but they sat on my table.
The Doc came in and said that he was going to go over my blood test results, but that he was going to release me. Yay! Then he came back in and told me that he was keeping me overnight for observation. Boo. So the vampires got their hands on me several times, the CNA’s kept taking my vitals, and I was B.O.R.E.D. Charlie and skiffman showed up, Trisha sent Charlie with some beautiful flowers (lilies with sprigs of heather and baby’s breath) and we visited a bit. After they left I finally got my shower at 6:30 pm, and dinner was brought in, nasty looking chicken parmesan and carrots that looked like they were dug out of Alpo cans, no thank you. I did eat the pudding (mmm, tapioca) at 11:00, and drifted off to drowse around midnight. Awake at 5:00 with a headache so I asked for some aspirin, and got a hydrocodone with tylenol, which helped me relax and doze a bit until breakfast at 8:00. Cream of Wheat (I was hoping for oatmeal) 2 pancakes, and a couple of bits of ham. This I ate, and it was good. After the vampire came (and he was not as skilled as the others, ow ow ow) and another ekg. I had my a.m. meds and drowsed until 10:00 when the doc came in and said he was discharging me. My blood oxygen was back to 100% and my electrolytes looked good enough. The nurse came in and wanted to know if I wanted to shower, and I told her I would wait until I got home. I removed the oxygen and all of the electrodes off of myself, (there must have been 12 or so) and the nurse helped me remove the IV, I got dressed, packed up and was ready and waiting for the wheelchair ride to the car. Home, yay!
I decided to take a nap, and was awakened by my daughter, as the mobile home across the drive was on fire. Yes, BBBobio I have photos, I will share later. It was awful, but no one was hurt.
Saturday and Sunday we got 8 inches of new snow. Another 4 inches overnight. Envy me.
I’ll be back in a while to participate and not just whine about me.
Wiki, there are 12 electrodes for the super-duper EKG. An electrolyte imbalance will show up as a cardiac arrhythmia, and they can be rather intense if bad enough. The arrhytmia will also explain your shortness of breath and chest pain.
Usually, an electorlyte induced arrhythmia is easily fixed, too. All of those icky foods they tried to shovel down your craw are rich in magnesium and potassium.
I had a rescue call a while back where the paramedic opined that the patient had an electrolyte imbalance after looking at our 3 lead monitor. Glad he could see it, because that’s a vagarie of heart rhythm interpretation I haven’t mastered. I can tell a normal sinous rhythm, fibrillation, and asystole (flat-line), so obviously you don’t want me to interpret your strips…
Glad it’s working out, despite the hospital and their food sucking.
ETA: 95% oxygen is the hairy edge of the low part of normal. EMTs like me don’t get excited until you go below 90%.
I always thought there should be something to convey exactly that. I am totally stealing TTT/EEE.
My wifey’s old job title was abbreviated “SSA”. Now she’s an “SA”. It took me three months to work out if she’d been promoted or demoted.
SSA is apparently a “shared systems analyst”. SA is “systems analyst”. Apparently the one without the extra S is better.
Morning all. Very blurffy this morning due to overindulgence yesterday. I am glad I took today off.
WTF is my favorite abbreviation. I like to say just the letters because they sound funny and aren’t quite so profane. Fun ones from the military and not the Internet are FUBAR and SNAFU. I don’t think they need translating.
bobbio, that was some fahr! We have ABCs here as well as privately owned liquor stores and those associated with grocery chains. BTW (another favorite abbreviation), you still do that uniform proud.
Yay for Nellie’s return, doggio!
Nummy sounding recipe, taxi.
More later.
Tupug
BBBobio I am sure you are right about the food, but I was nauseous as well, and all that heavy food looked mighty yucky to me. There was no explanation as to why my electrolytes were low, either, so it remains a mystery and I hope it does not reoccur. You look so cute in your fire gear and 'stache, you can read my strips anytime! 
Since pugs shared WTF, FUBAR and SNAFU, I will share
CRS
Can’t Remember Shit
and CRAFT
Can’t Remember a F****** Thing
and my personal favorite when everything is FUBAR and I don’t really want to cuss out loud but MUST say something
SPDHF
If you can’t figure that one out, pm me. It’s very unladylike.
S*** p*** d*** h*** f***?
…and it’s cousin CSS
Can’t See Shit
Both are symptoms of Oldtimer’s Disease.
Kaiwik, your story reminds me on many levels of my last hospital stay (Idiopathic Nephrotic Syndrome relapse, critically low albumin levels). I swear, medical professionals look at bare skin and immediately think to themselves “Hmmm, what can I stick there?”. Still, I’m glad it wasn’t something worse - in this day and age, any story that starts with “chest pai and shortness of breath” immediately brings to mind a heart attack. Did you at least get to miss ay work?
Soapy - The definition of insanity is supposedly “Doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result”. Or in other words, weekdays. So don’t worry, you’re not the only mad one here…
Taxi - I checked my CD drive and saw no pasta. I assume the series of tubes must be clogged, but I’m still hoping it’ll et here in time for lunch.
Vbob - Impressive fire. What’s it like to tackle a blaze like that? My uneducated mind imagines that when you get to a blazing building that’s completely engulfed you just set up camp and point hoses at it and stand and spray until it’s out, which doesn’t seem like it’d be particularly difficult and is therefore probably completely wrong. So, what’s the actual process (at least as far as what you do) for quenching a torched liquor store?
News from Academialand: Not much. No longer sore from tooth extraction, but the huge hole where it used to be still feels wierd; however it’s healing well and I think I’ve passed the danger zone for complications. I missed class Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, so I’m playing catchup, but oh well - it wouldn’t have been safe for me to drive back to campus while loopy on Percocet.
Also, I got my latest Physcs test back. I got a 44.
Out of 50, and Professor Cui uses a sliding scale where 87.5-100 is an A.
I think I’m gonna drop Thermodynamics. I’m doing dismal in that class - I’m pretty sure I’m currently failing - and I’m just not getting it. I can recall most of the formulas and I feel like I understand all the details and stuff but not the basic, fundamental relationships that allow me to link those details together to solve problems. I do hate giving up - admitting I can’t do it, for whatever reason (it’s partly the teacher’s fault and partly mine) is really hard. Of course, I’m gonna have to reatake it later anyway… Possibly over the summer. Ack. Oh well, whatever. I’ll pass the damned class eventually come hell or high water, I know I can - just not, apparently, this semester.
Easter was great. Family dinner at Uncle Dan and Aunt Becky’s, with lots of relatives and food - Ham, Lamb, Mashed N.O.T’s, Candied Yams, Pickled Rigatoni, Greenbeans, Pinapple Dressing, Rolls, Salad, and desserts. All delicious - hooray for having a family of foodies. And I got a great big basket of Easter candy - slightly ironic considering I just had a tooth pulled and another tooth needs a root canal. :rolleyes:
Finally, my favorite ollege acronym: SIFLAM.
Sleep Is For Liberal Arts Majors
You are brighter than you let on!