Ha! Pulled in another Newbie! Hi seal_clubber2: Electric Boogaloo! Suh-ker!
-Rue. (greeting everyone who wants to be greeted)
School:
I have no experience with modern educational practices, being childless, but thinking back forty-odd years to when I was in grade school I believe that the Mission of the Catholic school I attended was to get us out of our parents’ hair during the day while indoctrinating us to be Good Little Catholics. The closest thing the school had to a Vision was Lourdes and Guadelupe (sp?).
Cheese:
I love cheese. I have always loved cheese. All kinds of cheese. I even remember eating and liking Limburger when I was younger (haven’t had it in years, so I don’t know if this is still true. These days my cheese-eating has been reduced in quantity and quality by, respectively, the recent acquisition of a mild case of lactose intolerance which no longer lets me eat eight ounces of cheese in a single evening without dire intestinal consequences and budgetary restraints which limit my cheese purchasing abilities. Although last week I did purchase some imported Brie and Gouda as a birthday treat.
Frogs
In high school I did a science project involving frogs. My advancing years have erased the nature of the experiment from my mind, but I remember that I had two sets of frogs in separate tanks, and that one set of frogs was named after Peanuts characters, and that I fed them mealworms. Eventually the survivors were released near the river at a local forest preserve.
The Mission and The Vision of the local high school here:
“All students will learn, and each individual can make a positive difference.”
“We excel in everything: in the classroom, on the field, and in our clubs and organizations. Each student, teacher, principal, and staff member has worked hard to make this school what it is today.”
Take yer pick which is which. I just want to note that by high school parents are no longer included in The Mission and The Vision if you take Soupo’s and TSA’s respective schools Missions and Visions as representative samples.
Here’s the Vision Statement for my daughter’s school. I’m more impressed with the Panther pic in the upper lefthand corner.
Oh, yeah, and she was properly impressed when I told her about my frog catching. 
Perhaps we should come up with a Vision and a Mission for the MMP?
The Mission:
To engage dopers with the tools needed to become well-rounded posters and life-long raconteurs.
The Vision:
Through high-performance typing, the revelation of family secrets, juicy community gossip, and active hamster participation, all members of the MMP family will achieve their potential.
I’m sure there is a nexis between our Mission and our Vision, but a more intensive study of the multitude of variants and sub-sections would be necessary to isolate the determinative factors in a meaningful way. With the involvement of all stakeholders, the features of an intergrated spectrum could be collated, and then utilized to create a working model for higher level testing, but the expenditures of both financial and human work hours costs would need to be commensurate with the end product. Let’s apply for a federal grant!
WoW! The coincidences of it all! I must admit, this really is my first official foray into a “Rue” thread. I’m truly honored. Now, I’m forced to adopt a mission to see if I can live up to the task of Rue-ing With a vision of:
being Greeted!
School! I almost never went to the same school, building wise, for more than 2 years inna row … even though I was in the same school system wise for my entire 2-12 career. (Mission: get as many kids graduated as we can. Vision:Build new schools every 2 years, to keep spreading the blame. Their version of Through high-performance teaming, partnering with families, community involvement … … “If you F— up here, we WILL tell your parents and it WILL get out all over town and We will Punish you, Your Parents WILL punish you, mercilessly and you Will be viewed as a screw-up all over town for your entire life, and possibly have it hewn into your headstone. … speaking of death, dying, being in pain and terror, without involving a high-speed terrifying mustache … I Learned something about myself today! Two things, actually. And it’s not even dinner time. I was snacking on some string cheese, (white, no fuzz), when I noticed a wasp bouncing its way across my ceiling. Now, I regularly capture spiders and do a “catch-and-release-into-the-wild” (as my gardening neighbors refer to my “natural growth” back yard) with spiders. I DO NOT TOUCH them, like a friend of mine who can simply catch them in her hand and toss them out the door! (She just squashes all the manliness out of my testosterone producing parts when she does that, I try to leave the room before it happens … having some urgent errand elsewhere.) Rather I do the bowl-or-glass-over-the-spider-covered-with-paper-till-I-get-it-outside thing. (Anyone else do that?). On the other hand, I’ve reached an agreement with the queen ants in the area, any of your workers you send into my house, you’d better never expect to see again. (This after I noticed that, even though science credits them with being hard workers, able to carry bazillions of times their own weight, in their busy little working ways … they would still crawl all over my kitchen counters, and Still Leave crumbs all over the place! For cryin’ out loud, if you’re going to have 6 inch wide black trails of ants across my kitchen counter to the sink, for water, at Least pick up the crumbs!) but that’s not what I learned about myself. I learned that I am Not as solid in my “catch-and-release” concepts when it comes to Wasps! This wasp was bouncing across my kitchen ceiling, and I Did the bowl over it, and slide the paper across the bowl, and I didn’t even let out the (no slur intended to any gender or age, just the commentary on the appearance of this action on a 6’6” 215lb guy with mustache {non-crawling} and beard) 8-year-old-girl-noises I felt in my throat, when the little bstrd Crawled Out between the paper the the top of the bowl and Flew Right At Me! (Ok, it only flew away from the bowl, but I was close to the bowl, so Every non-in-the-bowl direction Looked like it was at me!) Odd thing was I still was not willing to just grab something and swat the dern’d thing! So… I got the vacuum cleaner and, carrying the long tube part like an uzi, I went in search of this dreaded creature. Turns out it’s not as simple as I thought to get close enough to the wasp to suck it up, into the vacuums, the little bugger could Fly upstream at a pretty good rate. But, I got it. And the second thing I learned about myself? The thought of that little bugger climbing back out from the bad in the vacuums, and back up the hose and back out to find me was enough motivation to have me vacuums the whole downstairs. And I’m thinking that same thought will be enough to have me vacuums the whole upstairs, tomorrow! A picture of that little bugger crawling 1/2 way out, then getting sucked back in … makes me think of the old guy in the movie “The Count of Monte Cristo” … where the old guy was digging for 5 years only to find he’d dug in the wrong direction, and had tunneled into another cell in the prison … he had a mustache … and there were bugs and no cheese, but the food looked furry … and he was teaching the younger guy to read and write, so there was school … and the younger guy ended up rich … and we’d ALL like our kids to learn something that has them end up rich, while we’re still young enough to enjoy it … and stuff, stuff is Always important!
that is 6’1" not 6 :smack: and [replace] Vacuums with vacuum[/replace]:smack: [size=1] *sigh “preview” AND careful “proofreading” are my friends, “spell check/replace all” is not!
cripe!!! [/size] :smack: Cheese! I think I’m DONE posting for the day!
Wyatt, you have mastered the art of posting in a Rue thread! I hope you continue to do so as your post cracked me up!
May I request, tho, that you do a little bit of paragraphing for the sake of my aging eyeballs? Thanks ever so…
Hiya Wyatt 
Welcome to the MMP.
Oddly, Fairy Chat Mom, he always posts like that… it wasn’t special for this thread 
All I know about Wyatt is that he made a lewd comment in the not insulting the intelligence thread, mildly directed at me.
And now I know wasps make him scream like a little girl. :rolleyes:
I will now see the initials FCM as either Fairy Cheese Mom or Froggy Chat Mom.
Froggy Cheese Mom is just too weird.
All hail the power of cheese. And frogs.
Precisely why I discarded that when selecting a board name!
Of course, I could say: BAND NAME!!!
But I won’t.
Thanks! and ParaGraphs?? Dang! I was so proud of beginning to use Periods, so it wasn’t all one sentence!
I believe that would be “FroggySweat Cheeze Mom”
I’m a bit disappointed in myself.
I seem to have lost much of my ability to keep up with these things. I’m still back at the frog pee stage, while you people are all the way out to the Amphibian and Dairy Product Finishing School stage. And wasps, we can’t forget the wasps.
This is just too difficult.
Wyatt welcome. I never get wasps in my house just on my screened in back porch. There is this ever so convenient stuff called wasp and hornet spray which shoots this big long stream of wasp/hornet killer which makes the wasp drop dead. At least I think it’s dead. I still won’t touch it til the next day and even then I don’t touch it. I get a broom and sweep it out into the yard. My back yard is a wasp graveyard. Not the kind of graveyard with little tombstones that say when the wasp was born and died, just lots of dead wasps. Course you can’t see the dead wasps cause I mow the yard and I guess the mower grinds all the wasp carcasses up into little wasp carcass bits. I mowed my yard late yesterday afternoon, so there were at least three wasp carcasses to grind up into little bits cause that’s how many I made drop dead with wasp/hornet killer this past week.
I cleaned my garage and back porch this weekend. Many flies got in my back porch cause I had the screen doors opened while I was dragging stuff off and back onto the porch. See, I take all the chairs, tables and stuff off the porch, pressure wash the porch and walls, clean off all the stuff and then put it back on the porch. So the flies got in. Now, I have spray stuff I coulda sprayed all over the porch to get rid of flies, but that’s no fun. What’s fun is using a fly swatter to splat the little boogers all over the place. Course after doing all that I had to get out the blower and blow the little bits of fly carcasses I splatted off the porch. Actually, what’s really really fun is to swat flies while drinking beer. I was running around the porch all buzzed, wielding my fly swatter and saying take that! Die critter Die! I bet my neighbors are glad I put up a privacy fence so they don’t have to watch stuff like that anymore. Oh, and since I have a privacy fence round my back yard now, I was running around the back porch in my underwear, drinking beer and swatting flies. How’s that for TMI?
FCM I bet the cheesy french guy was hoping to pick you up, take you back to his place and ply you with green fuzzy cheese and wine. They’re naughty like that. Just watch any Pepe LePeu cartoon and you’ll see what I mean. Also, I want one of those panthers. I think it’d look cool sitting out by my pool.
-swampbear (at work so I’m not in just my underwear right now)
Well, I can’t speak for everyone, but as for me, that’s a mental image that will haunt me for a long time…
twitch twitch shudder
Made all the better because you know what my face looks like. If the mental image gets too bad, you can always do what welby said we could do if he gets missed while on vacation, just picture him naked.
-swampbear (giving FCM nightmare fodder)
Nope, sorry Seal. I see a Registered date of August and your postcount is now “2”. No matter what your story is, you. Are. A. NEWBIE!
And it’s not Cecil you have to worry about. Like HE cares. About anything or anyone. Just sittin’ up in some ivory tower contemplating his navel, probably has dancin’ girl peeling grapes for him and stuff. But does he get his fingers dirty just sayin’ “Hi” to us lowly foot soldiers in the Holy War Against Ignorance? No, No he does not. And did you notice how I didn’t emboldinate his name? That’s how strongly I feel about it.
But TubaDiva (I think, I could easily be wrong), there’s where you gotta watch out. I’d e-mail HER right away and get everything Jaked up if I were you. She does descend to our level. But the descent makes her all cranky and she’ll kick butt and delete names.
-Rue. (Mr. Help)