(Old) The first day of school in the MMP

Butters is alive and well on FB - dunno why she doesn’t play with us any more. And she retired and moved from the Keys and now lives closer to Cape Canaveral. And I’m glad someone brought this up, because for the life of me, I couldn’t remember her Doper name. I’ll message her and see if she wants to play with us again, but she seems to be doing well in retirement.

nellie - glad you’re doing better. Don’t ever scare us like that again!!!

Speaking of the first day of school:
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First day of first grade. Our school didn’t have a kindergarten back then, tho I think they added it by the time my youngest sis started 11 years later.

This was when I started 3rd grade, my sister was in 2nd and bro was in 1st. Ain’t we just too too adorbs!!
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Anyway, home from the school at last. I did all the tidying I could within my limits. The school looks tons better than it did before Daughter took over. FCD had problems with the electrical - he’ll need to talk to the guys from the county tomorrow - they did something to an old breaker and it screwed things up.

On the plus side - Daughter hired someone to teach what FCD was going to be teaching, so he’s happy, as am I. He’ll still be at the school the rest of the week, finishing miscellaneous things.And tomorrow is my last day with both kids. Starting Weds, I’ll be picking up Roxy at the bus stop around 4.

We’re having breakfast for supper, followed by chillage. Thus endeth my Moanday.

Please don’t feel bad, we would all want to know so that we could care and send good karma, did I remember to say don’t feel bad for letting us be human and connected? This is precisely the essence of living~valuing caring and being connected to others. I’m sure there’s a Lion King wise idiom in there somewhere.

Caring and treasuring and cherishing and loving from afar…I’m sure swampie has some heartwarming church words he could add in here.

Oh, stop it!

nellie So glad to hear you’re doing better! {{{}}}

shoe Sounds like the GC may have some competition, if the new guy is going to “ahem” mow your meadow.

Dull day at casa Paint. Trundled to the shop did a bunch o crap. Trundled home. Tomorrow early, got the client/designer stopping by to inspect things. Does he really want a white platform for people to walk on?

And our replacement credit cards arrived today. YAY! Now I need to go thru all my autopay accounts and change the account number. Glad I made a list.

But first, there’s some eggs that need scrambling!

I am so happy I did that a couple of times ago. It sure beats waiting for all the “your payment bounced” emails.

This seems like … good news? :woman_shrugging: Mostly? (Depending on what Mr. Surgeon has to say about the matter.)

I am glad, as I’m sure are others, that sensible wisdom prevailed and you got your silly lil’ autoimmune body looked over.

See, you didn’t even hafta wake her up!

Life lesson: when you need help, but “don’t want to make a fuss” just wait till the other person has to pee.
Shouldn’t take all that long. (Especially as we get older.)

See, B.B.BOO not that feeble after all!

Shit, more than I remembered.

Good news! Hope noobie teach works out.

Nah, it’s called “brinner.” (Breakfast for dinner.)

Or I guess, for y’all, “brupper.”

Matter of fact, I like the sound of “brunner” best. Meet me in the middle?

I KNEW someone would make the joke. (I would’ve been a bit disappointed otherwise.)

There’s a good chance I’ll pass that joke along to G.C. if I remember to do so; he does have a good sense of humor. Hell, we seamlessly worked the whole thing about how my mother wanted to know his background (his mother is Mexican omg!1!) into naughty talk.

The beanie! The beanie is paramount!

As for me, I wore the same outfit on the first day of kindergarten and last day of 6th grade. For some reason, I stuck at size 6x for all those years.

Then the summer going into 7th grade to the summer going into 9th grade I hit a huge growth spurt, then back to holding during high school. With a quick little burst during the college years, where I gained 2 inches and 2 shoe sizes.

Yep, that was butters. :slight_smile:

I’m glad there was no blood clot nellie.

I walked myself to St. Bernard’s for my first day of kindergarten. I was the only one of us kids who went to Catholic school before first grade, since the following year, we moved to the town where I grew up and were 12 miles from Sacred Heart, where I finished elementary / middle school. My younger siblings went two blocks from that house their first year, sinc we only had one car back then and Dad had it at work. Mooooooom, your uniforms weren’t nearly as ugly as ours. :stuck_out_tongue:

My kindergarten teacher was Sister Margaret. Looking back at pics, she was likely (who can tell with nuns) in her forties. My first grade teacher was Sister Rosa and I had mostly nuns until sixth grade, when there were a couple of lay teachers in the mix.

My freshman year of high school was my first one at public school and it was a stand alone school for one grade (there had been enough overcrowding that they re-opened a formerly closed building in the system for us). I was nervous, since it was a new school, plus, I had to make the big decision of what to wear. :open_mouth:

Irked, came home, walked the dog, et and not that far out from going to bed. Such a tiring life working OT.

Stay safe and healthy y’all!

I read that - twice - as “autopsy accounts.” Lost a minute of my life wondering what the heck that meant.

Omgosh, you had the same haircut, beanie and uniform that I did although my blouse didn’t have as big of a collar and my bowtie was a bit smaller.
My first grade teacher was Sr. Regina and she was so sweet.

nellie we’re one big Mumper family so we want to know when there’s an issue so we can help and of course, we care and worry, and now are so glad that it doesn’t seem that it was a serious emergency but it was definitely the right thing to do to get it checked out. Blessings to you dear.

Made it to the pool. I wanted to swim a 1/2 mile but first I got a bit of a cramp in the left calf, then a start of one in the right calf. I stood at the side and dorsiflexed my feet against the wall. Then my foot started cramping and I decided that 800 yards would be it for today.
Made salads and heated up the pasta casserole when I got home, then had a banana split with hot fudge for dessert.

And thanks to shoe and JtC for the suggestions of what to get so I can thread a needle easily! You two are dears.

Howdy Y’all! Home from men’s night over to the church house. Actually, been home for a bit. A good time was had by all and, as usual, we solved all the world’s problelms, Of course, as usual, nobody ever listens to us.

Nellie glad you went to the ER to get checked out. It’s always best to be safe about these things. An ounce of cure is worth a pound of prevention or some such thing.

Bored. Hitting up the local taco joint, to get yummy foods into tumbly & also to get TFO the house for a bit.

Go with JtC suggestion; it is WAY better than mine.

It seems today is taco Monday in MumperLand. So many folks upthread are having tacos.

Our building often arranges for various parties or food trucks to show up for any reason or no reason. Today they had a, yep, taco food truck downstairs in the driveway. So Her Ladyship and I went down to procure yummy tacos that we brought back upstairs to eat. We debated taking them to the nearby pool deck but decided against, mostly for lack of having brought drinks down with us and not really wanting to buy theirs.

She had a steak carne asada and I had one of grilled shrimp and one of carnitas. With jalapenos of course. I got a side of elote which was fun. Tres yummy. Or is that muy yummioso?

Just after we finished eating the sky opened up for 15 minutes of hard rain. So yaay for good timing and not trying to eat outdoors. Later I had a gin Gimlet which if you squint tastes a lot like a margarita. So a good Mexican themed evening overall. Tomorrow is real Taco Tuesday so we’ll probably do that too.


Doggio: our new union contract just ratified today. How is yours going? It comes about 15 years too late for me, but I’ll get some identifiable benefit from it.

Evening all. Soccer has been coached, had 11 out of 12 boys there, lots of them are young and just moving up from the U10 division last year, but eager and a good variety of skills were displayed in the hour we had together. Now trying to memorize their names…

Culver’s was busy and either they FUBAR’ed an order or (as I suspect) had one of those customers, so it took awhile to obtain sustenance. But Butterburger and fries have been ingested and are being assimilated as I type. Some internetting and reading are on tap for the remainder of the evening.

Not a taco fan, but everyone is enjoying them.

FCM, thanks for the update on Butters. And glad FCD is off the hook; teaching kids can be exhausting. Hope the new cards last longer than the previous ones.

Cat Glove, 800 yards is .454 of a mile, so pretty close to your target. Did 700 myself today.

OK, onward into the evening. Take care all.

Happy Moonday!

It’s hot outside.
The GR go out for 5-10 minutes and come in huffing and puffing.
Echo is not bothered by the heat so much.

I woke up at 6 this morning, earlier than I wanted.
Then I fell back asleep in my chair and had weird dreams.

The lawyer called me this morning, full of apologies, it was their mistake, and what we needed to do to fix it. I have to send a check payable to the trust for the amount of the over payment I received. Then he will send another check to my son. I explained my situation and he said he will do his best to expedite everything, remove all charges, send me the money for my bank’s charges, etc.
I didn’t ask him what would happen if I refused to return the money.

I told him there are problems with the family and I don’t trust any of them. He already knew.

I took the check to the PO so I could get a tracking number. I forgot to make a copy of it though. I make copies of everything. It was so hot to me, I thought I was going to get sick. The PO was crowded too.

I see Butters on FB. She used to live in the Keys, then her husband passed away, she retired and moved. Her first dog was Lucky Louie, when he passed, she got Buddy. I think her cat’s name is Squeakers? It looks like she does a lot of gardening.
Sunny moves a lot, but she is in CA.

I’m glad you went to the ER and all seems to be good Nellie. You really don’t want to mess around with a potential blood clot.

Wheelie, I read that as ‘autopsy accounts’ as well.
I’m glad for FCD that he got out of teaching.

Real Fish, I think the talk to text worked well. Good to know, some of us might need it as we get older.

{{{Wordy}}}

First days of school? It was nice to have all the new school supply stuff. New cigar box, new crayons, pencils, glue, nice and fresh. Each year we would get 6 new dresses, new shoes, new socks, new underwear. Except the years I was in Catholic school. Then I got two new uniforms instead of 6 new dresses.
Five dresses for school and one for church, along with a new hat for church.
My mother loved to shop, and shopping for clothes was her favorite kind of shopping.
By high school, I was doing my own shopping. I never made a big deal of getting new stuff for school.

I ran across a group on FB, alumni of my elementary school. I read a little but I’m not joining. My 5th grade class picture was posted and I’m surprised that I can still name most of my classmates.

I couldn’t tell you most of my teachers’ names if my life depended on it.
!st grade was the only year I had one teacher. 2nd grade I had one teacher, except for art, music, and PE. After that there were different teachers for math, science, art, music, and PE. Junior and senior high were different teachers for each subject. In high school, we had semesters, and I could have one teacher for the first semester of a class and a different teacher for the second semester. I remember some of them. Mostly, the really good ones, and the really bad ones.

Once in high school, my schedule was not a surprise. We had to make our own schedules, within certain parameters to meet graduation requirements, so we already knew what classes and teachers we had.
It was a PITA though, because you would stand in line to sign up for a certain class, then find out the class was full at the period you wanted it. If it was a required class, you would take what you could get and cancel, replace, and rearrange your other classes to fit that one in. That meant going from line to line to line until you finally got it all straightened out.
It was tedious and frustrating, until senior year, because seniors got to pick first.
You could give up and hand it over to your guidance counselor, but you’d probably not like the results.

Today was another wasted day where I got very little done beyond napping.

I tried sitting outside with the puppers, but the mosquitoes wouldn’t let me be. There is some other kind of bug, smaller than a mosquito, or maybe a different variety of mosquito that won’t leave me alone. I have bug spray that you hook up to the hose and spray your yard, but you have to keep pets away for a certain amount of time. Maybe one day I can take all of them to daycare. Then again, we are moving soon so what is the point?

The kids in my county went back to school today. Lots of happy FB posts from my parent friends this morning. :wink:

I have no particular “first day” memories, but I always looked forward to the start of a new school year. I was a decent scholar and mostly enjoyed my classes, plus first days were easy: I wasn’t expected to know anything yet. :grin: Some first days got a little tougher in college, but the “looking forward to” part mostly held true. It continued in grad school, too. In fact, whenever I start a professional course or certification program I still get the same feeling. There’s a kindergarten school photo of me somewhere; I’ll see if I can dig it up for this thread.

My TV antenna came today! I hooked it up, repeated my TiVo’s guided setup, and voila: free, digital television channels. I can probably fiddle with the antenna’s location a little, but the first spot I tried is working pretty well. I knew that streaming services had come a long way in the past 10 years, but it turns out so have OTA options: I was aware there would be “alternate” channels, but I’m amazed at some of what I’m able to get (a few channels that I figured were cable-only). Including one particularly pleasant surprise: most nights I get to point where it’s too late to start a new 44-minute episode of something but I’m not quite ready to get off the couch yet, so I’ll watch live TV for a little while. Usually — lately — that means a rerun of Frasier on Cozi TV, and I was expecting that little habit to have to end, but it turns out Cozi is free! I’m watching Frasier right now. Sometimes, it’s the little things. :slight_smile:

I think I’ll do a “test run” for the rest of the week, just to make sure there are no glitches/negative surprises before I call Verizon to nix the cable.

I was supposed to go to my BFF’s tonight for her birthday dinner, but she wound up spiking a fever in the late afternoon and not feeling well. :frowning: She’s had a UTI since last week, but she’s on meds and the symptoms have been minor…until today. I feel a little guilty because our shopping trip yesterday probably wore her down, but she’s a big girl and knew what she was doing. Her son’s birthday is in 10 days, so they’ll probably wind up having a combined celebration.

Set that Wayback machine to 2015 (when my mom was still alive), and I’ll be right there with ya. :blue_heart:

I thought your post looked great! Sorry the program is slow/frustrating, but if it helps with your pain I think it’ll be worth it.

According to family lore, I was taken to my first day of kindergarten at age 4, and on the second day was quite upset that I was expected to go back – apparently I thought that “school” was a one-time event. Added to that was the fact that my younger brother didn’t have to go and I was very jealous that he was getting to stay home with daddy (my mom worked during the day, my dad worked at night).

Needless to say, I did go back the next day and for the next 12 years.

I don’t remember this myself, but my mother reports that on my first day of kindergarten, she took me to the classroom and I cheerily told her “see you later” and headed right on in. If I’d known just how horrible small-town kids can be, I’m sure I’d have been a lot less cheery about spending the next 13 years with the little vermin.

See my post in the current Rants thread for details on my AC woes, which are affecting my abillity to get a decent night’s sleep.

Me too~that’ll be two years before my brain injury. And knowing what I know, I could sign up for da Dope 5 years sooner-good times!