Radio Days: The MMP

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@MsRobyn

All I have right now is a small handheld two-band transceiver, which is adequate for most day-to-day use, but for most of the good stuff, I’ve been using a friend’s rig (radio, for you civilians). So far, I’ve made contact with a bunch of states and Canada. I think it’s a lot of fun and it’s worth all of the work I’ve put into it.

So what blows y’all’s skirt up and how did you get into it?

Almost everything. I’m basically a two-legged raccoon - if it shines or makes noise it catches my attention and I’ve at least got to look it over good. My majors through life have been

Guns; especially flintlocks ---- because the fact that I can build my own still amazes me. I did my first one from odds and ends of parts at like 8 years old and didn’t blow myself up – I was hooked ever since.

Motorcycles ---- high speed horses I can use on or off road. When your front street is like 9 miles for 6 houses you need something to get around more than just a bicycle and I HATED horses

History ---- I can’t read or study enough of it. The interest is from having my grandmother, who lived so much of it, and other people like her around me constantly as I was growing up

[Sean_Factotum]

Good morning all.

I used to be passionate about music, but I had no ability to play any instrument, and I have a terrible singing voice. So I worked at a record store in Virginia Beach part time while my ship was in the yards (I was active-duty Navy), met a bunch of local musicians, and started hanging out with them. This turned into an opportunity in later years to write for a local entertainment magazine, at least until they hired my (at the time current and now former) wife to handle advertising sales. But I got out of that business, and now I am adrift without a rudder.

I did get to perform a front-end alignment on the riding mower yesterday. The wife sideswiped one of the fence posts for her garden, and the front wheels of the mower ended up pointing in different directions. The alignment process involved a sledgehammer and draining all of the gasoline out of the mower. Fun times.

[Sahirrnee]

Rosie around here we do have buyer agents and they are supposed to represent the buyer but we all know they want to seller to get a good price, their commission is based on it. I’ll check out the realtor.com site, I always use it for my initial search but I didn’t know you could rate agents on there. I didn’t see her listed but I’ll try again later when my head isn’t hurting.
The bad thing is I do like her as a person.
I need to answer her email but I want to cool off a bit before I do.

My temper is getting shorter and shorter, almost got into it with my mother again this morning and I’m trying hard to keep my mouth shut. I’m just about ready to go pay cash for a trailer just to get out of here but I know in the long run it will be a mistake. I keep telling myself to look at the bigger picture and don’t rush into anything.

And here I go with the guilties again. A so called ‘friend’ on FB posted that she is hungry and has no food and I’m wondering if I should send her $20 and I know she put herself in that position, and I know she is probably smoking like a chimney while bitching about having no food. I know the reason she has no friends is because she will screw over anybody. She forged her own mothers checks, she cheated on every man she was ever with and she always got the good ones. She’s out living on a reservation and while it’s true she is part NA, it’s also true that she didn’t grow up with it being part of her lifestyle or culture and I know she’s only claiming it to get what ever benefits she can from it. She is so low she actually told people her daughter died so they would take up a collection for her daughters funeral. Her daughter is very much alive and wants absolutely nothing to do with her mother.
And here I am feeling sorry for her.
I am getting way too soft in my old age.
And way too wordy for a Moonday morning.

[FairyChatMom]

I’m showered for a second time this morning, and boy-howdy have I had a workout today! Apart from my usual treadmilling at the gym, I came home and removed 4 cedar stumps, some old cedar roots that were along the surface of the hill, a couple of small trees and shrubs, and some branches that get in the way when we mow. Then I hauled all the debris and flung it into the woods to rot. Tomorrow is supposed to be cooler - I’ll take a load of dirt and fill in some low spots that I keep stepping into when I mow.

I’ve got an appointment on Thurs with the dermatologist to check out the bump on my head. I was going to wait, but it bled again when I combed my hair this morning, and I’ll feel better having it looked at. If they have to take it off and I’m left with a bald spot, I’ll just glue a little bow to my head.

It’s clouding over - dare I hope for some rain??

[Sahirrnee]

Its cool and sunny here, a nice breeze. According to my phone it’s 81 but it feels cooler and the humidity is low. I’m rather enjoying the day now that the minor irritants are out of the way. A billing problem on my hospital bill and I finally contacted somebody who owes me money. I think when somebody owes me money I should not have to contact them - they should contact me. It’s a minor irritant but it is still an irritant. Grow up, be an adult and do what you are supposed to do.
As predicted my mother is mad at me for saying something to the HFH about my open door because of course they didn’t open it and I’m just paranoid. And of course I shouldn’t have told them to clean up the pee stains because mom would rather bitch to me then confront them - whatever mom, whatever. Now I’m the bitch and the bad guy, and I really don’t care because either they will start doing what they should or my mother will stop bitching to me and making me feel guilty.

Some time back I overheard my mother taking to my nieces. She was telling them how I was the good one who helped out around the house and my sister never did anything. My mother would ask me on a Saturday did I want to do chore A or B and I’d pick the one I detested the least and do it. Then it would be Chore A or C, then another choice.
When my mother would give my sister the choice my sister would say neither and run out the door.
All well and good until my mother continued on and told me nieces how their mother was the smart one who got out of things and how I was the stupid one that she could manipulate into doing anything.
OH!
And here dumb little me thought I was being nice and helpful towards my mother only to find out that I am easily manipulated and stupid.
Had I never heard that conversation my mother would probably have clean carpets now.
So why do I still feel so fucking guilty?

[MsRobyn]

Sari, I’d have a friendly chat with her boss about her unprofessionalism. She’s supposed to be helping you look for a new house and if she’s unavailable to show a house to you or to submit an offer, she’s in the wrong line of work. Can’t get a sitter or going out of town is no excuse; either she’s there when you need her or she’s not. Her boss needs to know about this because her behavior is reflecting badly and costing money if she’s not around to get the job done.

[Sahirrnee]

I’m going to talk to her first
because this is getting old but I don’t like going over somebody’s head.
I understand working with kids, I did it. I understand it’s summer and wanting to go away but when if you are selling real estate the weekends are the prime time. I think for her it’s just a part time gig for extra cash, and I know I am looking at the lower end of prices and she has to split her commission with another realtor.
I can call the coordinator. Originally I had another agent who passed me on to the coordinator because he didn’t have time to show me houses out there.
I wanted to be out of here by spring and it’s just not happening.

Anyway
I am sorry to being dumping and spilling today.

[peedin]

Sari, time for some tough love. You are accepting the realtor’s excuses and losing out on potential homes. You signed a contract? BFD. Is she going to sue you? No. So next time you see a house that interests you, call the realtor listed as the selling agent.

That said, my passion was horses for a quarter of a century, then Bob crossed the bridge. I don’t know if I’ll get back into horses, but I am going riding next weekend. It may reignite the fire.

[Seanette]

I agree. She’s IMO in breach of contract by not doing her job. No reason you should feel obligated to someone who can’t be bothered to keep her word to you.

[missred]

Have a good trip, Jynx!

My passions have run the gamut over the years. As a child, my granny taught me to play the accordian and the Appalachian autoharp. That inspired my folks to shell out for piano lessons. I also sing, so music has been a pretty big thing in my life.

I got into organic gardening and general living off the land in the eighties. My then-SO , his kids and I lived on 20 acres and raised a huge garden, a few pigs, a couple of goats and some chickens. He hunted and I baked bread and the like. It was a lot of work, but fun.

I began camping again about 15 years ago. I only go about twice a year now, but have fun doing it.

I’ve done needlepoint, embroidery, cross stitch and crocheting at times.

I got into papercraft about the same time I began a bit of genealogy. It started as a heritage scrapbook and blossomed to greeting cards, collage and other items. It also led to doing some sketching and painting. I turned half of my very generous bedroom in my apartment into a studio for crafts.

[Filbert]

Afternoon all, I’m baaack!

I guess circussy juggly things count as my passion, though I’m generally more involved in the social bits than the actual performing. I did spend quite a bit of the last week practicing and trying to learn new stuff though, in between the hanging round with people I only see at these things.

T’was a good trip- the site was in a tiny Irish town in the middle of nowhere; we more than doubled the population for 9 days, to the entertainment of the locals. Saw some incredible performers, had loads of fun, and didn’t sleep anywhere near enough. The weather was good, mostly sunny, apart from onethoroughly impressive toad strangler, loads of people get sunburnt- including one Australian I met. In Ireland.

The only bad bit was nearlu getting stranded in Dublin on the way back. My through train/ferry ticket had included a shuttle coach from the port to the train station on the way there- and my ticket for the way back said just the same thing, ‘transfer to port’. So I got off the train, asked in the station info desk where the ferry port shuttle pick up point was, to be told “Oh! That only runs in the morning from here. It picks up from in town.”

I couldn’t get anything more specific out of her than “in town, get on a tram.” Thoroughly useful. One of the guys at the ticket check thought it went from the other main train station, so I got the tram to there, after much messing around and being directed to the wrong ferry port by passing locals, went to their info desk, and was told there was a bus leaving from outside in a few minutes.

There was’t, he’d told me the weekday times, the buses finish at 6 on Sundays. I had to do a mad taxi rush in the end, stopping off at at ATM on the way 'cos I only had a few Euros left as I should only have had, at the most, a €4 bus trip from what I’d read on the website. I was the last person through check in, they closed the desk behind me. I think an angry letter to the company I bought mthe ticket from may be in order, as there was no mention anywhere on the ticket, itinerary or website saying that ‘transfer’ on the way out meant ‘shuttle bus’ and on the way back meant ‘Eh, work it out for yourself’

I finally got back at 10.30 this morning, having got on a train at 4pm yesterday; I also only slept for about an hour on Sattiday night, so I went for a bit of a lie down when I got in, and I’ve just woken up again at 7pm.

[swampbear]

Howdy from MickeyD’s in beautiful downtown (sorta, just off the main drag) Donalsonville, Jawja. I’m postin’ just cause I bet no Mumper has ever been greeted from beautiful downtown (almost) Donalsonville, Jawja. I stopped cause I had to pee and I’m thirsty. So I peed, got me an iced tea and am chillin’ for a few minutes in the coolness. It’s hawt outside! I just finished my whirlwind trip to the southeast forty.

Nuts glad you had fun but between your tale of travel woes and Lucky’s tale of her mother’s travelin’ woes last week, it makes me not want to go anywhere! :eek:

Sari whether or not you like your realtor, she’s not doin’ right by you IMO. Really I think a word with her boss is in order. He or she should be made aware of how his or her employee, your realtor, seems to be fallin’ down on the job.

Ok, I need to get myself on the road back to da cave.

[Sahirrnee]

I love listening to the Brittish accents on this board.

[purplehorseshoe]

We’re supposed to get a cool/rainy front around mid-week. When the meteorologist announced it on the Saturday morning news, I paused the cable on the forecast and just stared at the screen making quasi-orgasmic sounds. I wound up dragging New Guy into the living room (he was in the bathroom getting read for work) saying, “Look, look, LOOK!”

I spent part of Sunday with a snake nestled inbetween my boobs. That was a new and interesting experience. I recently acquired a small ball python (I’ve wanted a snake for years) and have been holding/handling/carrying him (her?) nearly constantly since then. Boolean Logic Time: IF {purplehorseshoe} IS home and IS NOT sleeping and IS NOT preparing food THEN {purplehorseshoe} has snake. I was semi-reclined on the couch watching TV and snake was wandering around thinking snake thoughts and I guess maybe he was cold or something because he moved slowly up my torso, his head found the edge of my tank top, and next thing I knew he had coiled up between Lefty and Righty and was looking back at me like, “What?”

Baked a couple of potatoes over the weekend and then didn’t eat them, so apparently, tonight will be Potato Soup night. Haven’t made it in a while – already kinda drooling thinking about it.

Speaking of food, I’ve had New Snake for a week so tonight shall be feeding time. I’ve never fed a snake before.

[carnivorousplant]

@Sahirrnee

I love listening to the Brittish accents on this board.

I beg your pardon?

[Sahirrnee]

Every time Nuts or BooFae post I hear a Brittish accent.
Don’t you?

[VunderBob]

I wanna know how a 6 month contract with a “buyer’s agent” can even be enforceable in court. :dubious:

[carnivorousplant]

@Sahirrnee

Every time Nuts or BooFae post I hear a Brittish accent.
Don’t you?

Ah…what else do these voices tell you?
:dubious:

[VunderBob]

@carnivorousplant

Ah…what else do these voices tell you?
:dubious:

“Flytrap is a dookey butt.”

[FairyChatMom]

swampy, in anticipation of your b-day, **FCD **and I just went to DQ and I had a blizzard. I know I said I’d have ice cream cake with you, but there’s absolutely no space in the freezer for anything else and I’m not eating an entire ice cream cake in one sitting. So you get a surrogate blizzard instead.

On the way back, we stopped at the Amish market and I got corn and a canteloupe. The 'loupe won’t be ripe for another day or two, but corn will be steamed for supper. Yum!

@VunderBob

“Flytrap is a dookey butt.”

Isn’t that redundant??