Better late than never MMP

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Yea fer tiny tots!
Apparently there are 3 video cameras on board but the question still remains did she panic and hit the gas instead of the brake or what? It was interesting, about half the crowd was praising her for missing even more objects and no kids being hurt, the other half was questioning why a blood test wasn’t being administered. The paramedics talked to her first and didn’t recommend one, so there’s that.

It was pretty telling to go back up the street and look down her path, tire ruts in yards, 4’ x 2’ brick mailboxes turned to rubble, scars on the curbs, wiped out landscaping, a boulder across the street and a magnolia planted in '92 sheared off at the base and underneath the bus.

I can only imagine the stories being told in elementary school today.

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Dang, lieu, that puts Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride to shame! :eek: Glad no one was hurt.

Back from appointments and erranding - I should get my glasses next week. I stopped at the wine and booze emporium and picked up a case of** FCD**'s favorite wine (Veglio’s Moscato d’Asti) so he’s set for a few weeks, then I ran by CVS and got his meds. Better living thru chemistry all around.

It’s started raining and it’s just cold and ick outside. I have a fire going and I just heated up a can of clam chowder, so I’m lunching down. No plans to go anywhere else or do anything else today. Except knit.

**Tugig **- welcome to our sandbox. Don’t try to make sense of some of the nicknames - it’ll just make your head asplode! :smiley:

And now, back to my soup…

103

Howdy Y’all! I’ve been to the grocery sto’ and **N.O.L,**ed with OYKW. Also, I had a phone call from the new gig. Ima go down tomorrow to do some paperirk stuff so’s I can get all legal like. Plus I can get a copy of The Manual so I can start learnin’ stuff. Go Me! I can begin to get a handle on what I’m goin’ into or have a buncha questions and be confused. Either way, it’ll keep me out of trouble whilst I am at da cave sans supervision. :smiley:

Welcome Tugig! Just jump on in the nonsense. There’s a sticky up at the top of MPSIMS that’s all about the MMP. Fun read!

lieu YIKES! Glad the driver and kidlets were not hurt.

104

My parents are in the process of turning their business into a charity, and have asked me to be a trustee- and today I got the form, to double check before they send it off.

All the details on it were my name, address, profession and d.o.b.

Of this; the postcode was wrong, the suburb was wrong (and the suburb listed, the next one over, was mispelled anyway), the county was wrong, my profession was wrong and my year of birth was wrong. The city, and street name/number were right, and they did, at least manage to spell my name correctly.

It was also sent to the email account that I got as a teenager, that’s basically abandoned to spam, that my parents stubbornly refuse to stop writing to, not my sensible business one I specifically asked them to give the solicitor.

Oh, and I need to return it by the end of January.

Well this is looking organised! :smiley:

Ps. I feel cheated getting the train to school now, didn’t know school bus trips were that exciting!

105

Home safe, and a convicted cri-ni-mule. My wallet is $265 lighter.

The good news is that since I was watching for deer, I wasn’t watching my speedometer. Therefore, says the persecutor, it wasn’t working properly, and I copped to a lesser charge ‘Improper Equipment’ violation; no points and no report to my insurance company :cool: Even better, I was driving a rental car, so the “nonfunctioning” speedometer is Avis’ problem :wink:

Traffic court is one hell of an extortion racket.

106

I get to go home tomorrow!

The girls are probably in for another week. They’re doing okay but probably need more hospital time. I got to hold both of them today. They’re all red and furry

107

Yep it is BBBobbio.

Dindin is leftover jambalaya. I always make waaaaaay to much so it ends up bein’ another night’s dindin and a N.O.L. or two besides. 'Tis nummy so no complaints.

Ima go to Evenin’ Prayer at the church house shortly. OYKW says he’s goin’ home to deal with some paperirk poor thing. I fear I shall soon be drowin’ in several seas of paperirk with the new gig. Nuttin’ I can’t handle and haven’t handled before though. It’s all a part of the irkaday world nowadays I reckon.

108

You forgot TomKitten.

YAY

“furry”?:dubious:

109

Yep. Furry. Before birth a lot of babies are covered with fine, soft hair called lanugo. It helps protect their skin somehow. Full-term babies sometimes have it- TomKitten’s ears were furry, whichïî
was hilarious- but preemies have more. It rubs off eventually. If it doesn’t I’ve been telling them they may want to think about waxing.

They also have more hair on their heads than the boys did.

110

My nickname nomination is electron.

111

Attention Mumper yarnmavens, do you think we should set up LiLi with a few of these for the girls?

112

**BBBobbio **- that’s HILARIOUS!!! If I wasn’t already committed to knitting hats for a homeless shelter, I’d be all over that!

113

Drat dammit argh. Okay, drat. TomKitten’s just started throwing up. And the lens fell out of my glasses so I’m almost blind. Please may none of the rest of us catch it and please may he go to sleep fine. Please especially not Gnat.

114

Well, in that case, I vote for crouton (see FCM’s anecdote from earlier in the week).

Bwahahahahahaha! I’m guessing LiLi will vote no, however.

Yay for getting to hold the babies! I didn’t see an answer to FCM’s baby number question, so here goes: littler baby was 4 lbs 5 oz, less little baby was 5 lbs 13 oz. Dunno how long they were, though. Also haven’t seen anything about when big brothers get to meet little sisters.

lieu, that sounds scary. Sounds like she might not have been as well-trained as she should have been. CatDude, how common are driving problems like that in school bus world?

Irk today was less irksome, so…yay!

ETA: Oh, no, LiLi! Please let it be a one-off thing and not something that runs through the family. Are you going to have help when you get home?

Hugs.

GT

115

The college I attended had a very large, prestigious deaf ed program, and all the occupational therapy and physical therapy majors were required to learn ASL as well, so I heard great stories about how close one sign is to another, and the utter confusion that can cause.

Signs that have some similarity (my understanding, that is):

  • orange and shit
  • shy and prostitute
  • breakfast and bitch

(And you think you’re excessively chatty? Girl, please.)

116

Funny thing: I had a psyche appointment this morning and completely forgot about it until my doc called. Now, I have a psychiatrist, because in CA, it’s impossible to get your GP doc to prescribe anti-depressants or ADHD meds. Thus, I have to see someone who charges $80 for a 15 minute consult. And, because last month was so horrible, and he wanted to try me on a new antidepressant, I booked a 45 minute appointment.

So, I got to vent at a trained professional, which was nice. Also, he completely agreed that Mom’s assessment (“Your father doesn’t exist anymore”), while tragic, would help me maintain some emotional distance. He also gave me the name of a clinic that handles therapy on a sliding scale, which will be very nice.

Then, when I got home . . . the dog’s butt exploded.

Poor puppy has some sort of GI infection, and it is causing explosive canine diarrhea with a stench powerful enough to qualify as a weapon of mass destruction. I took a sample in to the vet’s, but unfortunately it wasn’t enough to really test. Fortunately - or not, if you were the vet tech - Lil Miss Rowdy provided a fresh sample halfway through the exam. The smell invaded the entire clinic. I was evacuated to the waiting area with my thoroughly embarrassed puppy.

She’s now on antibiotics (testing showed no parasites) and doesn’t get to eat until tomorrow, poor thing.

117

According to some friends of mine that took an ASL class, the signs for bastard and fireman are pretty close, too.

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Phouka, glad you got to vent at a professional.

Gnat met them this morning. We think TomKitten is too little to be anything but a menace in NICU, so he’ll meet them when they come home.

My step-MiL is there until tomorrow afternoon, or can stay till Friday morning if we need her. Hoping everyone has a good night. I just saw the girls and I’m going to sleep and get ready for possible chaos tomorrow.

119

No.
Orange is sucking at your fist, shit is your thumb in the other fist and, well, shitting it out.

I’ll ask my ASL teacher about the rest when next I see her.

Make and Masturbate are quite similar, however. :slight_smile:

120

While my problems are miniscule compared to Harvey’s, I will report on a dream last night that was a guided tour of my anxiety closet.

First, for the Mumper n00bs, I need to fill in some background, or the next few paragraphs will make even less sense. You oldtimers can skip ahead… I moved to Merrylande just about a year ago because of a job transfer, leaving behind a house and property in North Carolina that I loved dearly. After a rough summer trying to sell the place and failing, I am working with the bank to do a deed-in-lieu of foreclosure. I spent time in December on the bank’s orders cleaning out the place of stuff that had not seen daylight in 30 years, lest they dump the deed-in-lieu process and go straight to HTG foreclosure. On the last trash trip, I got a speeding ticket just as I started for home. Today, I had to appear in court in my old hometown to answer for that ticket.

OK, so imagine having two dreams playing in your head at the same time. In both, I was at the previous VunderLair to check on the property. Scenario one, I was in the garage, and finding all kinds of stuff that didn’t go to the dump when I was mucking out the joint. As I started collecting objects to get rid of them, they were replaced 2 for 1.

Scenario two had the garage and outbuildings clear, but a squatter got into the house and set up living accomodations.

I was flashing back and forth between the two, and this was a semi-lucid dream, so I knew something was up, but unlike a lucid dream, I could not manipulate either one. I was going crazy because I was telling myself the whole time,“One of these is a dream, but which is the dream, and which is reality?” :smack:

I am happy to report that when I stopped by the elder VunderLair, it was as clean as I left it, and no squatters were in sight.

I am also happy to report that today I got to see Honorary Granddaughter Natalie, who is about a month old, and who will give LiLi’s girls a run for the money in the cuteness department.