Well Mumpers I am starting my first MMP
I tend to stay up late so I am asking you all to tell your late night stories. So kiddos what have you done late at night? Did you ever TP a house? Did you ever sneak out your parents car? Did you go to your SO’s house and have sex while their parents were asleep? What did you do? I know we were all bad once or twice or threetimes fessup. There will be chocolate
Jim
Man, I was a horrible teenager. I snuck out, snuck in, had sex in crazy places, tp-d a state troopers house, broke my nose while running through a park and made up an incredible story about falling up the stairs while sleep walking to explain it. But probably the wildest thing I was dumb enough to do was get caught be the police three counties from home when I hadn’t exactly told my parents where I was going for three days before those police men found me at a party with lots of other underage drinkers.
I was such a goody-goody, I never did anything - really. Plus I’ve always been a morning person, so come 9 or so, I’ve always been ready to crash.
At my first non-training command in the Navy, I worked the mid shift for a year - 11-7. I think the wildest thing I did at that time was when we went to a hockey game before work, yelled ourselves hoarse, then tried to be competent technicians that night.
Like I said, goody-goody.
But now I’m bad. I’m posting at work! 
Does that get me come chocolate??
Happy Monday!!
I never snuck out. i was a boring kid.
up, caffeinated, off to irk.
Another goody-two-shoes chiming in… :o
Just one question though: Why does a dog need a watch?! 
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’ YAWN 'Tis 37 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 59 and sunny. 'Nother Winter’s day is south Jawja.
I’ll bbl with a tale or two of misspent youth. Right now I need more caffiene, need to feed rumbly tummy and alas, need to purtify for irk.
Happy Monday Y’all!
I’m up too early.
The dog woke me up and the my friend who works nights called me and we had a good bitch fest about house guests from hell. She’s got one too.
Late night stories huh?
I delivered newspapers for a few years so there for a while all my stories from that time would be late night. The things people don’t know that go on in their neighborhoods at night! Some of the customers thought they lived in safe neighborhoods, if they only knew.
OH! You want to know when I was bad late at night?
A few timed I did sneak into my ex SO’s house late at night for a little lovin’. We were both adults but it was his mother’s house, he had moved back to help take care of his invalid father. His bedroom was in the basement so I’d sneak in the basement door. One time I fell asleep and his mother caught me there when she came down with a load of laundry, luckily I was sitting in the chair. She chewed my ass out but good after I woke up, not for spending the night, but for sleeping in the chair. That’s bad for your neck you know, next time I was to come upstairs and sleep on the couch.
I loved his mother, she was one of the biggest bitches you’d ever meet but she was also one of the best people I ever knew.
There’s another time when I don’t know how I didn’t get hurt.
I had a crazy ex-bf who cut my phone lines and broke into my house one night. I got away from him, jumped out the window and walked in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear to my friend’s house to call the police. I walked 10 blocks through a pretty rough area. I must have been a sight because all I can remember is everybody (drunks, drug dealers and prostitutes, and whoever else is out hanging on the streets at 3am) getting out of my way and trying to avoid stepping on the broken bottles and needles. I don’t know how I got through there safely.
I got out of the house a couple of times, but did nothing more than go for a walk because I couldn’t sleep.
Whenever we went TPing, it was a social event and my mother was in on it.
Oh, lest I forget, blurf.
Most of my nocturnal activities involved going to see dodgy bands in equally dodgy clubs, the kind of places you wouldn’t tell your mother you were going to because of their reputations.
I expect by the time I left home, I’d got a reputation to match! Now I still go to see dodgy bands but the venues are slightly more salubrious.
Jim thanks for startin’ us off this week. Meant to say that earlier.
Misspent youth… where do I begin! 
Let’s see, at the tender age of fifteen drivin’ my 14 year old cousin and myself to a beer joint on the other side of the county because we knew my uncle (his father) never went there. Yep, drove good ol’ unc’s old farm truck to the north end of Heard County, Jawja, well, actually just over the county line to Carroll County to have, get this, a beer and then high tailin’ it back to the farm before my aunt and uncle (his ‘rents) got back from goin’ out to eat. Bein’ sixteen but lookin’ older and nobody checked ids anyway, I’d make liquor runs two counties over from Ye Olde Hometowne because that was the closest place to by liquor, well, legal liquor. Also, bein’ told not to set foot in the really notorious beer joint in Ye Olde Hometowne, which I heard as, “be sure and go there, get drunk and smoke funny stuff out back behind the place” while “spendin’ the night” at a friend’s folk’s fishin’ cabin. Lots of wild times at said fishin’ cabin, where, at least, none of us were out drivin’ and carousin’ around. We did our carousin’ there. College and stayin’ out all night partayin’ and yet somehow goin’ to classes the next mornin’ two to three times a week and yet graduated magna cum laude. How’d that happen! Oh and also manage to go to irk after classes.
There are many more examples of my misspent cubhood but well, y’all get the general idea.
Mornin’
As a teen ager I didnt do much of anything. But when I first started working. I had a job at a bank working 2nd shift. Everyonce in a great while, I would sneak my then boyfriend into the building and we would “christen” a random exectutives desk. I look back at that now and shudder with embaressment. I also at that job with another co-worker would go down to Chili’s, a half mile down the road, and have a couple of big margheritas and then go back to work. No heavy machinery was operated during that time. Just big mainframe computers. My exciting late night escapades ended when that bank closed. Whew.
My downstairs guest bathroom commode is leaking around the seal (we think) water is seaping in from somewhere but not the valves. Several tiles have become loose and movable. We were planning on replacing them not any time soon but now…Arrrrgh! I have a really bad feeling that this is going to be the start of the year of replacing stuff that we hadn’t planned on. Damn it!
I used to go walk in the snow as it fell late at night. The dark, but luminescent quality of the snow was magic.
Other than that… Goody two shoes checking in!
Check the seal between the tank and the seat. If the tank rocks, I guarantee it’s leaking water. Second choice is the fill tube, either the seal for the tank inlet, or the compression fittings, or the valve itself.
Coming from the guy who put a new floor in his old bathroom because his tank leaked.
I snuck out a couple of times to walk around in the fields around House I Grew Up In. I had weird insomnia for a couple of years in my early teens.
Heading out in about an hour or so to pull Sit With Dad duty. Last time I saw him he had two legs. Older Sister emailed me last night freaking out about how we’re going to pay for all this. I told her to ask her pastor, his pastor, and social services about any helpful resources available. That’s what they’re for. Me, I’m not freaking out because a) I’m already po’ and b) there’s nothing we can do but keep on keeping on. I’ve actively detached my worry about this whole situation because it really is out of all our hands right now. Also, I’m the only living member of my family who’s been through what my dad’s going through right now, i.e. a sudden medical emergency that changes your entire life irrevocably. All you can do is keep moving forward.
Hmm…perhaps I should remind Older Sister of that.
Another goody two shoes, only because my brothers were so bad that I figured I had to be good. College was another story though, maybe for another thread.
I cannot read a few items on my to-do list. I guess that means I don’t have to do them.
The naval (that means ships, Swampy) dog watches, at the risk of having told this joke before, and shorter than regular watches. It is done so to make the watches a guy stands break up the routine.
Why are they called dog watches?
Because they are curtailed.
Check the seal between the tank and the seat. If the tank rocks, I guarantee it’s leaking water. Second choice is the fill tube, either the seal for the tank inlet, or the compression fittings, or the valve itself.
Coming from the guy who put a new floor in his old bathroom because his tank leaked.
Dog Watch(Delta Watch) is the late shift in US Military parlance, or at least for a buddy of mine that was an MP in Germany during the 70’s. He would make Dog Watch Coffee, strong with a pinch of Kosher Salt.
Let me get some more coffee in me and I will tell you tales of late night shenanigans and my mis-spent youth.
Happy Monday all
Jim
We were having toilet escapades yesterday as well. The house sewer got blocked, and the plumber had to remove the downstairs toilet as that was the only known large diameter access to the sewer. Slab foundation, pipes entombed in concrete and no visible clean out access…GRR!
It must be Monday. I just found out that everything I’ve done in the last 4.5 hours is invalid. They’re changing the design again - after **FCD **spent 12 hours this weekend re-redesigning everything, it looks like he’ll have to re-re-redesign. So I’m going back to my old project and do the easy stuff till he figures out what’s going one.
Needless to say, I am very stabby.
At least the counter guys are at the house doing their templating…