Everybody Ought to Have an MMP

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Happy Monday to all!

My daughter is getting set for the final weekend of her community theatre production of A Funny Thing Happened On the Way to the Forum. For the past three weeks, she’s been dancing the role of Panacea, a courtesan in the house of the procurer Marcus Lycus. As it happens, forty-two years ago, I performed the role of the slave/“eunuch”/“virgin” Hysterium in my high school’s production of the musical.

That happened in Torrance, over in LA county. In our production, the ingenue was played by a lovely young lady, who went on to graduate high school that spring. The following fall, I learned that she had gotten married over the summer, to another fellow from our school.

Let us fast-forward oh, twenty or so years. I’ve served in the Navy, and am living as a civilian here in Orange County. One of my favorite periodicals is the OC Weekly, a commie rag that is distributed free and for nuthin’ in various spots around the county. One day, while perusing the classified ads, I spotted this young lady’s name; her married name, yet, which suggests that, however precipitous her marriage may have been, it had evidently been a success, at least thus far.

As had she, apparently, because the classified ad in question showed that she was now practicing cosmetic surgery in Newport Beach (where, if the Real Housewives of OC don’t LIVE, they most definitely SHOP).

At the time I made this discovery, I made no attempt to establish contact with the doctor. Twenty-one years later, I find (via Facebook) that her practice and marriage are still thriving in Newport Beach, and I’m facing a decision: the clock is ticking on this run of the production. Should I overcome my shyness about contacting her, and invite her to consider attending my daughter’s final performance?

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I’m up early!

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I was awake an hour ago, ready to start this week’s MMP, only to find one already in existence. Humph.

Kaylasdad99, you should absolutely contact your old classmate, via Facebook. “Hey, remember when we did ‘Forum’? My daughter’s in it now, here are the details in case you’d like to see it.” Include a photo from your HS production, even if it’s scanned from the yearbook. That approach has worked for me, in connecting with old friends, almost without fail.

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**Dad **- Invite her! What’s the worst she can do - say no? She might get a kick out of it! I certainly would. PS - I thought your OP was going to be about hiring a maid. :wink:

I’ve got a little time to kill before I have to shower and dress. Last night, I made up lunches for 3 days. I picked out my attire. I found my Machinery’s Handbook. I’ve got all the appropriate papers stacked and ready to go. So I’ll enjoy my breakfast and surf for another 40 minutes or so.

Last night I was also trying to figure out my new routine, which may not be established for a while, depending on my training. We rejoined the gym at the college and I intend to go at least 3 times a week - but do I go before work or after?

If I go before, I’ll have to shower and dress at the gym, getting me to work later, since the gym doesn’t open till 6. If I opt for after, I need to be dedicated enough to go, and at the end of a long day of work, how easy will it be to not take the detour to the college? But after work, as soon as I’m done my workout, I can go home - no need to shower and change, so I gain 30 minutes. That makes the most sense.

In either case, I’ll make the decision after I find out my schedule today.

Meanwhile - poor Higgs!! Locked up all alone with the cats! OK, not exactly locked up - we’re not going to crate her, but still, stuck in the house… Poor baby… Sucks to be a dog sometimes.

Happy Moanday, all!!

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Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 70 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 88 for the day and maybe rain. Or not. Tonight is men’s night over to the church house. Thus I have steaks marinatin’ and beer chillin’. Always a good time.

DAAAAAAD I like what Rosie said. Couldn’t hurt.

OK, that’s all I got. I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, 'tis Moanday alas and alack, so irk purtification must commence.

Happy Moanday Y’all!

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Amazingly, it only took 15 minutes to shower and dress - go me! So I’ve got a little time to kill.

Nothing to say, but time to kill nonetheless.

:smiley:

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Nearly bed time here, Monday almost over.

Nothing much happened so you’re all in for a quiet one.:stuck_out_tongue:

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AT-CHO-HAAAAAAH!

I haz French common cold viruses. Or they haz me. One or the other.

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Up, caffeinated, working closing shift tonight.

Dad, do what rosie says.

: email chicken soup and Kleenex to Nava :

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Dad; considering I just joined facebook a few weeks ago (Luddite that I am), I’m no expert, but I can’t see what it would hurt; I also concur that a picture from 42 years ago (if such things exist :p) would be a nice touch.

Moooommm, have a good first day at work; Higgs will be waiting impatiently for your return. Strange that I am counting down to retirement and you are heading back to it.

Nava, how do you know it is a French virus? Might be Hungarian or Corsican, for all you know…:cool:

Me? Mowed the lawn last night, then tried to decide when to water it this week, since the 5-day forecase showed 0% chance of rain. So of course, it was raining this morning. Not that I particulary mind, it saves on my water bill, but who ordered this?

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I lost internet yesterday. I blame Hulu.

dad, I love the movie version of Forum. Zero Mostel was one of the greats. Proof.

I"m going to attempt to get at least half of the things on my list o’ stuff to do done today.

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I’ve been neglecting work. As the new week begins (actually it started 12 hours ago) I really ought to commit to getting back into it and not be a lazy sod.

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'ank yu.

Cos I was in France and the only person who had a cold was also the only Frenchman in our team. I suspect there may be a French colds virus wave starting in Hungary though, as we did have a bunch of Hungarians.

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Happy Moonday!

Looks like it may rain outside - which of course is better than raining inside.

The dog is feeling better, which means he is driving me crazy wanting treats. I swear he keeps count and knows how many treats he’s been shorted and expects me to make up for them. He also took off last night, making Sah-son chase him down, so I got woke up and was up half the night. Which led to my oversleeping this morning and a bunch of weird dreams.

SSDD

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Wow! A MMP I actually have to think about! Neat!

I would do it but I’m one on coincidences and having fun with them.

My one Beloved Little Cousin, who gets to clean up after the Old Wench and I when we’re worm food, was born on the Old Wench’s birthday. This last Saturday, our anniversary, she gave birth to her first child. I called her and told her that she’s already in our will so next year she can just mail a card and be done with it. :smiley: She laughed, called me an asshole, and thanked me for my consideration. What can I say? It’s in our gene pool.

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sari, if it’s raining inside that means you need a new roof and that’s never good news.

Congrats on the grandcousin, kopek!

I have accomplished some things. I shall celebrate by having lunch.

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Howdy all! Dad-What rosie said.

I had a brain fart since I was out of work last week and could not remember my passwords.:smack: I had to email the man who has the ability to reset.

Since my birthday was yesterday on a Sunday my staff are showering me with gifts and food today. I got flowers, a balloon, a card, lunch and a cake. :slight_smile:

As expected I am backed up and overwhelmed with work. Better get back to it.

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congrats Ruble

It is with great shame and sorrow that I must admit I have been remiss in my maternal duties.

This morning the doorbell rang and I got up to answer it. There stood an elderly man who asked for Sah-son. I thought who is this man and how does he know my son? We all know Sah-son is exceedingly shy and never talks to anybody if he can avoid it. Then I saw the book in the man’s hands and my mind flashed back to another time when Sah-son had answered the door. I was on the phone irking at the time and while I had noticed he was taking a long time at the door I didn’t give it too much thought. Later he told me that he had been given a bunch of pamphlets to read, which he promptly put in the recycle bin.

I warned my son about drugs and alcohol. We talked about girls and sex and condoms. We talked of driving, speeding, road rage, and bullies. I raised him to do his chores, take responsibility for his own actions, be kind and thoughtful of others and to respect his elders. We’ve talked about race, religion and politics and how even if you don’t agree with somebody you still need to respect their right to their beliefs. You don’t lie, you don’t cheat and you don’t steal. We talked about everything and anything under the sun, respect, morality, playing fair and doing your best.

I never warned him about Jehova’s Witnesses.

I’m so ashamed

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Good luck on the new jobs, Mooom and Emily!

Feel better soon, Nava.

Dad, do what rosie suggested. Several of my high school classmates have done that and had a meet up for the locals who wanted to wander down memory lane.

It’s a typically busy Monday, but not in a bad way.

I’m a bit worried about my cousin (on both sides, so she’s like another sister). She’s in the hospital with some blood issues. Outside of having her kids, she’s managed to spend the first 56 years of her life without spending the night in one.

Back to irk I go.

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Sari, don’t feel bad, Witnesses can be a hit or miss proposition, I’ve had one team knock on my door in the past 14 years (I politely said I was not interested, they politely departed). Be happy (and possibly amazed) that you raised a teenager (my presumption) who was polite and gentlemanly in delaing with a stranger on the doorstep (and wise enough to discard the junk as soon as he could).

Wendy’s Double cheeseburger (I asked without onions, but got one anyway…blah) consumed to hold body together for the rest of the workday.