Yay for being Attacked! Welcome! You’ll be assigned a nickname shortly. Now you’re one of the cool kids. 
Basically, the MMP is a place where we post about the mundane stuff in our lives. That way, we keep MPSIMS neat and tidy. MMP means Monday Morning Post. Different people start us off every week (sometimes on Sunday night, sometimes Monday morning.)
So, wassup? 
I had a dinner success last night: salmon with a mustard sauce and ravioli with brown butter with sage and walnuts and a balsamic glaze. It was all really good. Except I burned myself while making the pasta so I have a nice red spot on my right arm. It’s not bad today, but it hurt like crazy last night. ::sigh::
Soup has been ingested. Furnace/a/c appointment is canceled due to rain. I’m going to pout in front of the TV. ick day.
I have speed read the thread. Good vibes to annie. Hope you feel better, mooooom! The weidest thing I’ve found under my car seat was my chihuahua. As for future MMP ideas, how abou Ways to prevent political opponents from clogging the airways with ridiculous unbelievable campaign commercials. 
I am sorry I haven’t been here much. My excuse is being seduced by the evil Crackbook. It will probably pass.
Tupug
My first thought was W, but the reason may be too obscure. It’s a play on the 3. I remember after Dale Earnhardt died, on races after, that the fans would hold up the number 3 on the third lap of every race. Unfortunately, instead of a three, they would hold up a W in sign language. I always wondered what the hearing impaired thought about that, all the fans waving their Ws in the air…
Soup is good! Hope you feel better real soon. I have an emergency can of matzo ball soup here at work in case I need it.
Yay for bein’ Attacked! Welcome. The MMP is about everything and nuttin’. Jump on in. Oh and to clear up one thing Annie said, I like to talk about smokin’ <snerk> butt <snerk>. There’s a difference. Really.
So today I have been to the church house cause I sorta semi-promised I’d go help with a few things for tonight’s whine and cheese thingy which I’m not goin’ to cause well, that ain’t my thang if ya know what I mean. I did fight with the biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig table in the All Saints Room (what? we’re Episcopalians. we like to name things) as in takin’ out two of the leafs (leaves?) and makin’ the dang thing fit back together. It’s a wondrous table made out of walnut but it’s a pain to deal with, vacuum the carpet in the room cause I decided if we’re askin’ people to pay twenty bucks ahead to sample wine and nosh on cheese or whatever it should be clean, set up the table for the wine pourers and most important of all, went to the liquor sto’ to go over the final list of wines and champagnes ordered and to set the delivery time. I checked out some of the prices on those wines. High end stuff! :eek: Ok I was goin’ :eek: in my mind cause I was seein’ prices way more than I’d want to pay.
Then I came home and did yahd work. Now I’s all showered and clean.
See?
Love ya, Swampy!
I just learned that I’m outprocessing at 10am tomorrow, not 2pm. :eek: I’m gonna go clean up this browser now (delete my personal bookmarks, etc.), and will try to catch you guys from home either tomorrow afternoon or sometime over the weekend!
I just spent forty-five minutes crying because I have to go into work tomorrow. This is getting out of hand. I’m trying to get hold of Detailed AGM to see if I can call out tomorrow. Anybody want to critique my resume?
Im so tired
I’m also tired. Tired of coughing. Tired of my nose running. Tired of my throat hurting. Tired of feeling like crap. And just plain tired. I hope to crash early after a liberal dose of nyquil.
Dunno if I’m going to work tomorrow or not. I don’t want to miss because we were supposed to have a team meeting and find out what we’ll be working on in the coming weeks. But I can’t go in and infect everyone. We’ll see how I feel in the morning…
bleh
Anyone here that can fill me in on Cedar Rapids, Iowa?
Yeah, I know they get more snow and tornadoes than Cottonfield County…
**BBBobbio **- for vacation, business trip, or relocation?
Job interview.
Mmmm, that sounds good. Recipes?
I can’t think of a nickname for Attacks yet, either, although i rather like the W suggestion due to its obscurity. But, welcome! Depending on the OP, the conversation may get hijacked immediately or we may go back and forth between topic and hijack for a while. Welcome!
I’ve updated the spreadsheet with Puggy’s suggestion (I think that could result in some very creative ideas). Spreadsheet and recipe blog are linked from my signature. I hardly ever remember to show my sig, but you can go into my public profile to see it if you need to.
Feel better soon, FCM.
Probably good you get some extra time to yourself, Missy, since you’ve had so little to do.
MBG might know about Iowa. IIRC, he has family there. Not a Mumper, but Auntie Pam lives in Iowa, although I’m not sure what part.
Presentation today went well, although I was pretty much losing my voice by the time I was done. I blabbed for 2 hours just about straight.
Gotta get a couple of things done and then it’s off to a meeting.
Hugs all.
GT
I love you too Annie!
BBBobbio I did some work in Cedar Rapids once. I had to fly in on Saturday. I went to the hotel bar for a sammich and a beer and the Iowa-Iowa State football game was on. There was also a weddin’ reception goin’ on at the hotel. Apparently that Sheraton was the place for such things. It is (or was at the time) also the place where visitin’ teams stay when Iowa has a home game. Anywho, I kinda got into the game so I stayed there watchin’. This guy who was at the weddin’ reception came in and ordered a pitcher of beer and asked if he could sit down a minute to watch the game. No problem for me. He offered me a beer but I had quit drinkin’ for the night. Anywho, after a few minutes he left and said he’d be back. Sure enough a few minutes later he was back and ordered a pitcher of beer. Mind you, the pitcher he had already ordered minus one mug was on the table. He left again after a few minutes. I called the waitress over and told her what was goin’ on and that the two pitchers belonged to the guy, so she had ‘em put in the cooler for him. A few minutes later I saw him come in again and this time caught him before he ordered yet another pitcher of beer and told him the waitress had put his two other pitchers back for him. This time he had a couple of his buddies with him. Long story short (too late for that bear!) I ended up with a whole bunch of people from that reception watchin’ the rest of the game. It was a hoot! Almost as much of a hoot as watchin’ the women’s gymnastic finals of the 96 Olympics with a bunch of Japanese buisnessmen at a hotel bar in Wichita, Kansas. I can lead an excitatin life when I want to! 
We swiped General Tso’s chicken for dindin tonight. 'Twas good.
Somehow Grandma fell this evening and landed on her left hand. She can move her fingers just fine but they look terrible. She always bruises easily as it is. I’ve got her with ice on it right now and will keep a watch on her. But of course, she’s “just fine… nothing wrong with her at all.” :rolleyes: Incidentally, that was the same thing that she said when she passed out and cracked her head open and you could see her skull.
Please cross your fingers that she’s okay.
Bobbio, my mom’s family is from Iowa. Here, in the advanced stages of civilization, we usually set our clocks back about ten years when we cross the Mighty Mississippi.
I don’t have a lot of CR experience, having spent most of my time in Des Moines. Nice enough place. The state tends to smell like hog and corn. You see a lot of bearded people with bibs, tattoos, chewing Skoal, and most all of them have their husbands close by.
But that’s just me.
Well, the precious metal clay and I are not getting along at all. I started a thread over here if anybody has anytips.
I looked at my grandma’s fingers before she went to bed and it was a good thing, too. One of her knuckles was bleeding so they had put a band aid around her finger. Her finger was swelling a little bit and the band aid was starting to cut off her circulation. So, we cut it off and put one on her finger lengthwise. I made her promise to come get me if anything went wrong in the middle of the night.
Speaking of the middle of the night, now that I’m thoroughly frustrated, I think I’ll go to bed.
What I want to know is which one is the 3rd dimension, do the other two gang up on it and are they scaled or not.
I know, I know, too many years of Draftsmanship classes. Threatens youngsters with a bottle of China ink and a rolled-up sheaf of papel cebolla, while fruitlessly searching for the translations of perspectiva caballera and tiralíneas
I believe the MMP is about knowing that all ice cream counts as medicinal, but only if it’s a variety you happen to like. Now I want ice cream.
The weather here is pretty crazy lately. Today we’ve had a clear sunrise, one hour’s worth of “I need a radar for my car” mist, now the sun is shining and there isn’t a cloud in the sky but it somehow manages to be grayish-blue rather than its usual color. Makes for variety, I guess…