Apparently work is going to hell in a hand basket while I am gone and the no field experience-no operations experience-no managment experience substitute they brought in from the Good 'Ol Boys Club is way out of his depth.
I am just going to sit here and gloat for a while before I help him out… :taps fingers and waits to say I told you so:
Imagine that I am a girl and I actually know how to run my business 
Oh, well, I’m in that club, too, since 1960. Mom wasn’t a very good seatbelt, the windshield of Dad’s car would have attested to that, had it survuved the impact
Hello all! Ok, hey, I come with an offer. Specifically for Mama Tigs - so she gets first chance - but anyone else is invited to jump in.
I have in my possession, about 12 CDs filled with Indian music. I got them for my rakhi gift. (I can get an exact count later). Anyway, I have not gone through them yet so I don’t know what’s in them. When I finish listening to them all I will upload the songs I like onto iTunes and then my iPod, and then…
Well, I have no real other use for the CDs once I am done. I am glad to ship them to Mama Tigs, or anyone else who has a hankering to listen to Indian music. I will try to make notes on them this time as I listen, and so when you get your CD you’ll have at least some info on the songs.
Takers?
I think I am ready for my nap. Teh Sick is making me clogged up and sleepy.
I will definitely be a taker, Meeks! However, if anyone else wants to share the goodies, I’m quite happy to do that. I loved the last batch, and found a whole bunch of stuff I loaded onto my iPod and listen to regularly. Great fun!
YAWN Good [del]Mornin’[/del] Afternoon Y’all! I just woke up a bit ago. I went to bed at 7 A.M., so I made it through the night. YAY! Work tonight though. BOO! I will survive.
Hugs, gropes, yays, boos, oh no’s etc. as needed.
I need caffiene. And food. But mostly caffiene right now.
YAWN
Don’t worry, you’re first on my list. Glad you liked! 
Driving Husabnd is being all braggy because he just met Malcolm Gladwell, whose parents are our only minor and pathetic claim to brushes with celebrity. I’ve never met him, but we went to (go to) summer camp with his parents. A small family camp I’ve been going to since I was eleven or twelve, full of extremely friendly, wonderful people.
I haven’t been in a couple of years, but I’m planning to next summer, because it looks to me like an entire campful of people who would die to babysit my kid.
Which is beyond wonderful.
I can lounge on the beach, with free, devoted childcare. Awesome.
Nice OP.
A friend of mine called me at 7am to ask me if I wanted to go to breakfast before we went to training camp. 7 friggin’ aye em! She knows me better than that, but she bribed me with IHOP. I forgave her after my third cup of coffee.
Watching training camp was fun - we’ve got some real cuties! (Hey, so what if I am old and married - I can look!)
I have to go now to feed Librarian Friend’s cats. Back later.
I have one too. Got into a fight in sixth grade with a kid who was wearing a cast on his punching arm. Not a smart move, in retrospect.
As for playground accidents/injuries, I don’t have enough time to go into details. But briefly, half-of-a-front tooth on metal parallel bars, pushed off a 20 foot platform, totaled a Honda Civic by colliding with it on my 10-speed bike, and dropped a clay flowerpot on a friend’s head from about a six-foot height. All on different days, of course.
I feel like crap today. Probably a combination of some kind of stomach bug, a summons to court for tomorrow (got it Wednesday night), and the funeral of my best friend’s mom (also tomorrow - my ex has great timing, doesn’t she?) Of course, I may not make it to the funeral (I’m supposed to bear the pall)(or I hope so. Don’t think I’d want to bare the Paul) if I get thrown in jail for contempt of court.
I’m definitely calling in sick in the morning.
Woohoo! Big project day (we get these about every two weeks on a Monday) and I’m done before 5! Yay!
This is a major victory for us since we often are here until 7.
**Plynck ** - wonderful OP - and ignore the jabs about starting today’s MMP. The main rule about the MMP is that there really aren’t any rules. Except that everyone is supposed to send me chocolate love offerings. No one ever does, but they’re supposed to.
Well, it was Monday. Glad it’s over. Is it Friday yet??
I’ve got a scar smack in the middle of an eyebrow (too lazy to check which one) - Mom says when I was a baby, I rolled off the changing table. But it’s had no effect on me at all. Nope. Nary an effect. No way. I mean it.
Gotta get back into the basement and slap more color on assorted clay stuff. That pretty much sums up the rest of my week. I need to quit waiting till the last minute to finish my projects.
Ooh, lots of yummy nuts!
You really didn’t think one of us wasn’t going to notice the way you phrased that to begin with, did you?
We had a kitten come in today to get her claws clipped! She was almost four months old, your basic stripy grey tabby type. And waaaaay cute. Also waaaaaay squirmy. Apparently though this was her first time here her owners have had this done before. I don’t get it, I’ve always done my own kitty claws, but it meant I got to hold and pet a teeny-tiny kitty! I may love dogs, but I love cats too. She was really very good, she didn’t try to attack or anything, just tried to get away.
MT, you threw a rock at your sister? What a little brat you were!
Incidentally, for those who didn’t get the pun I posted in the last MMP from this strip, it’s The only thing we have to fear is fear itself. Easily the worst pun in the whole thread.
I just mixed up some pumpkin ice cream!!! First sample says that it’s yummy. Now to wait for it to re-freeze to really try it.
FCM, check your CD tray, there should be some chocolate in there.
Very nice OP, Plynk; it’s great to read stories about chance meetings like that. Borys sounds kind of spry for a 90 YO too.
Wonderful day here, thank Og Monday is over, though. It isn’t Friday yet, is it?! laughs Not that I’m trying to RUSH the week, mind you; I just want it to be the weekend. More later …
I don’t remember it, but my mother told me I got my hands on one of my dad’s razor blades when I was about 2 or 3 and cut my eyelid off. I’ll bet that was a mess!
I also broke my arm three different times, all three times roller skating. The first time I squalled and cried - 8 years old. The second time I was about 10, and I cried. The third time I was 13 and practicing for a competition. I skated to the manager’s office and said “please call my mother, I’ve broken my damn arm again.”
Cats are fed. I had leftover corned beef omelet for dinner. IHOP makes huge omelets. I’m getting up in the morning to go to training camp again. Hockey is almost here!
Wow, Plynck, that was an amazing OP! I agree with whoever said that it ranked up there with Ogre’s dragonfly story. And, let me amend the main rule of the MMP stated by FCM above to: the main rule is that there has to be an MMP. I keep a list of next OPs in my signature, but that’s mostly to make sure that we don’t wonder about who said they’d do which week.
I’m also fascinated with people’s memories. In high school (can’t remember what grade), we had an oral history assignment where we had to tape an interview with someone who had been alive during the depression. We had several older neighbors, so I interviewed one of them. It was amazing to listen to her talk about herself at that time.
Did you get the pie you needed, LOUNE? They had yummy-looking pumpkin pies at Giant Eagle when I stopped in earlier. If I’d have known you needed pie, I’d have bought one.
I wanna go to summer camp too! (Right now would be good.)
I think an Indian CD would be really cool, Meeks.
Scars? I have a chicken pox scar next to one of my eyebrows. Does that count? How about the part where I fell flat on my face after slipping on cake on my aunt’s cement terrace floor. I was not-quite 11. Chipped both my front teeth. That was not fun. I still have a little scar on the inside of my upper lip.
I’m tentatively feeling better again. But apparently half the world had the sick over the weekend and today. Two of my team members were sick all weekend but well enough to come in today. Two called in sick. One went home sick. Also my boss and his boss were both off sick today. I’m still trying to lay low and finish rebuilding all my resistance to various and sundry illnesses as I really don’t want any more.
Not sure how I can be sleepy when it’s only 7:30, but it seems that I am. Guess I’ll try reading for a while and see how that goes.
Let me just echo the question: Is it Friday yet?
GT
Chatty crowd!
I am home from grad school weekend. I’s tired. Going to crawl in bed soon and read trash.
First, great OP. And welcome!
Dotty–where to start? There was the time I strapped my daughter into her car seat, but forgot to strap the carseat to the er, car seat. So, I took a turn a wee fast, and over she went. She ended up upside down, still strapped in–happy, but a bit puzzled by it all. Me? I was a wreck. When she was quite young (6 months) I put her in her playpen (which you cannot buy here anymore-that is shocking to me) to babyproof the hall closet. She ended up choking on a teething biscuit. She coughed it up (I did the back slaps, but not the “Heimlich”–I was afraid I’d cause more damage to her) as the paramedics arrived.
And then there was the time that I left daughter and #1 son watching “Barney” while I took a phone call from my Dad (who told me my grandmother, his mother had died). I glanced into the family room, to check on the kids, but saw my daughter, still riveted by “Barney”, the sliding glass door open, and no #1 son. Our back deck had not yet been built, so that was like a 10 foot fall. I looked down and saw him sprawled on the grass. Still gives me the chills. I called the paramedics for that one–he was fine (of course, RN me did everything wrong–I picked him up, carried him inside etc. Idiot).
When I was 3 or 4, all of us went into the woods behind the house in Florida. I have no idea what we were doing out there, but I had a spade. My sister Sandy ticked me off but good (I don’t remember what she did or said, but I remember that flush of rage), and I hit her over the head with the spade, hard. She was 7 or 8. She got stitches for that. I also remember being half dragged through the laundry room, full knowing I was going to get spanked for what I did. I felt no remorse; I still don’t. (Sandy has been dead for 10 years now). I’m probably going to hell for no remorse. (I am sorry she’s dead, though).
Not much else to say. Sorry to “hear” that BooFae and** ems** are sick. (are you still in Ireland, ems?).
I have STUFF to do tomorrow, but no class! woot.
