The Fountain of Yoot. Guest MMP

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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No! Please! For the last 10 days, I’ve been blaming everything on the waning moon! Don’t tell me I’m that tired! I knew I was tired enough to be brave & post to the MMP, but . . . Wow! I should have a beer & take a nap. I’m not exactly a practicing anything, but Pagan is close enough (depending on your definition), but I definitely need a nap.

Mr Mad found a not-quite-perfect but much-better house, so I’m at the tail end of the middle of a sudden move. All of you faithful MMP-ers have kept me semi-sane for the last week. Oh, who am I kidding – more like years instead of a mere week!

Anyway, Thanks and “Hi! I’m Mad, nice to meet you.”

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MMP stands for Monday Morning Post. Rue De Day pretty much post just one original thread each week, on Monday mornings. He does pop into other threads from time to time, however.

The MMP is usually some short story from the happenings in** Casa De Day**, and the MMPers usually make comments about it for a bit, and the rest of the week is spent hijacking it all over the place.

The reason you’ve been seeing these with MMP in the title is that there was a bit of a reversal of fortune in the De Day household, and we’ve been filling in with OPs of our own until Rue can be back. Hence, Guest MMP.

Have I bored you enough?

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No, I was asking you if you had actually seen the nekkid pictures of me that exist. I wasn’t offering you any.

Has anyone volunteered to write the next MMP? I want to if no one else has called it.

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I had this huge long post all written up in my head for when I actually got time to sit down in front of a computer in a non-work situation, and now POOF it’s gone. This gettin’ old ain’t fer sissies, I tells ya.

Guess I’ll ad-lib:

Yay! Kalley’s back!!! I’ve missed you. I’m sorry to hear you’ve been feeling poorly. I’ve been imagining you weren’t posting 'cause you’d run away to Tahiti with your fabulously wealthy sugar daddy. sigh Another fantasy down the drain.

Lucky you. When my ex took off, she left with $6,000.00 of my money.
BTW, Wifey make a marinade for salmon outa soy sauce and maple syrup. I think there’s something else in there too, (probably garlic). It is tres yum! I’ll ask her when we get home.

I thought it was a plaid tableclothe EX, we need to get our hallucinations syncronized here.

We had an uneventful weekend here, except I got run into (in my car) by a Mexican Sunday night. He was driving without any lights. He also didn’t have a license or insurance, and he made out that he didn’t speak English, but I had my doubts about that. The car’s front bumper’s a little scratched up is all, otherwise I’d be really mad.

How does one go about practicing paganing, really? Is special clothing involved? (I had a joke about Paganini to go in here, but it was too convoluted even for me, so I skipped it. You can thank me later.)

I thin Sean volunteered for next weeks MMP CB. Maybe you can go after him. I mean take the week after him.

Swampy, buying four pairs of shoes seems perfectly natural to me. I don’t see the problem. Of course, iffen it was me, I woulda bought at least one jacket or coat as well. I have this thing about coats and jackets. Makes my wife crazy, it does.

I wanna go home now. <whine>

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I went to the grocery store tonight for a couple things, while there I decided to pick up a TV dinner. I noticed a black guy holding a football standing in the aisle and I figured he was just waiting for someone who was in another aisle and he had the football because he didn’t want to leave it in the car. You know the air pressure in an enclosed car in the heat will wreak havoc on your inflatable type items … er … I had a balloon in my car once, okay? That’s how I know, it wasn’t anything weird. I know how you guys think.

So I started eyeing the Hungryman dinners, even though I am not a man I was indeed quite hungry. I heard the football guy quietly talking and I thought maybe he had a cell phone on him that I hadn’t noticed. I went on to check out the Stouffers dinners further down the aisle and made a point to look at him out of the corner of my eye and realized that he did not have a phone. He was either talking to himself or the football. I did not notice if he called it “Wilson”.

I quickly chose a Hungryman chicken dinner and went to checkout. I mentioned the football guy to the cashier and bag boy and the bag boy said that the guy was a regular. He was quite crazy, and he wanted to work at the grocery store. I had to bite my tongue not to say “well, he’d fit right in!”.

That was my exciting day at the grocery store.

Oh, and I forgot to buy eggs.

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How about “Potato Chip off the Old Block”?

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Or maybe a changing of the guard? Wazzit called when you give the stick to the other runner in relay races?

My cats are weird. Lately Violet had been leaving her favorite piggy toy (the one wearing the apron) on my bathroom rug. I assumed it was an offering to the mighty Faucet Gods, Drip and Dribble. Now however, I’m finding it on any article of clothing I might leave on the bed, or on my pillow. It appears I have a groupie, kitty-style.

Thanks taxi, it’s good to be certain that no actual swiss folk are in swiss steak.

I am a rebel! Eeeevil, evil-- that’s me. One of my bosses (his picture really is next to anal-retentive in the dictionary) believes I’m deliberately not having formal lesson plans, so as to thwart him. My explanations, along with the formal plans I’ve shown him each time, don’t seem to stick in his teeny little pointed head.

Yet another reason I won’t be sad to hear:
[sup]the griffon almost certainly climbs a tree in Baghdad tonight.[/sup]
So I should make my phone line clear by skedoodling away from the internet. Dang it, I’ll miss my SDMB time!

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I now have Hershey’s dark chocolate kisses. Yes, yes I do. I am a bad girl. I also bought two bags of fake spider web to start my Halloween decorating. I wonder if I can persuade the huge spider living on my side porch to come around to the front for a few weeks?

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Well, then, I won’t tell you about the dish of them that is currently on my dining room table. Here, have one… :smiley:

Wow, all these guests in a guest MMP! Welcome! (Pssssst…who was supposed to dust this week? Please don’t say it was welby.)

I must be tired, too, Mad, because my brain won’t quite fit around the “tail end of the middle of…” concept. But good luck with the move!

My brother is moving next week. He and my sister-in-law split up early last year and he’s been camping at a friend’s for about 18 months. He sounds all excited about getting to pick out the exact stuff that he wants. I don’t think he’s ever actually lived by himself and one of the issues I’ve seen between him and my sister-in-law is that she would let him comment/give input on acquisitions, but in most cases, it didn’t jive with her taste/opinion and she won. Not really sure how he put up with this as long as he did (more than 20 years). This would be the small potatoes in the break-up, though.

Wow, Ashes, your pointy-haired boss sounds like someone who wouldn’t have liked my teaching style. I taught foreign languages in graduate school. I had several quarters where I taught right after lunch. So my routine would consist of: 1) Hang out in cafeteria with friends for 45 minutes or so. 2) Announce that I was going to lessen my plan (about 15 minutes before class started). 3) Grab book, review the day’s materials and scribble the five bullet points that would get me through the hour. And still, my students learned stuff. And did well on exams. And no one complained when they got them the next quarter. And none of them came back and said that they’d had to re-learn stuff from the previous quarter to survive the next class.

I still have the same approach to minor public speaking gigs. I generally scribble my bullet points somewhere while others are presenting.

[sup]Would that be an eagle/lion type griffon or a puppy-type griffon?[/sup]

Tired. Sleepy. Crawling off to bed.

GT

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What is this, gardentraveler? You dare to make lesson plans a day at a time, not five days in advance so they’ll be obsolete by day three? What will keep you busy if you’re not writing lesson plans over and over? Next you’ll be frolicking about, having individual discussions with students about their projects! Grading in class steals time from your students-- for shame.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get all my teacher of the month t-shirts, my certificates and awards of appreciation and excellance, plus all those pesky ribbons and prizes my students keep racking up (those kids, always sweeping the top spots in their category). It’s clear, even after more than a decade of perfect evaluations, I have no idea what I’m doing. Obviously, I need to be paddled and then put in the stocks over in the quad.
[sup]The mice will play, as the cat is a poopy-head; pass it on[/sup]

Your brother is going to like his new bachelor pad, I just know it.

So, if someone has earned a certificate are they certified or certificated?

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And there’s griffon puppies? I don’t want to know what you have to cross to get puppies with talons and eagle heads and scary tails. There would be no potty training those guys!

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Yep. I was safe when they only had the milk chocolatey ones, but the dark kisses are way more addictive.

I was lucky enough to find some mini-dark-kisses. I made a batch of oatmeal-chocolate chip cookies, and they were faboo. I need to find some more of those little kisses. I don’t think I can go back to those tiny little “normal” chocolate chips–it just ain’t enough chocolate. I might have enough to make another batch of cookies, but they won’t last long.

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I made the front page of the school paper… and the 2nd page. The front page is a big full color picture from National Coming Out Day last week, where they took a picture of me talking to some people, but then said that I was a sophomore business major, when I’m really a junior chemistry major.

Then the opinions editor discussed me and the Queer/Straight Alliance for a while on the 2nd page.

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Way cool donkeybear! Congrats. I have never (knowingly anyways) seen nekkid pictures of a chaoticbear on the internet. Welcome MadPansy and wolfstu. The MMP is anything you want it to be. Feel free to jump in.

Ashes[sup]2[/sup] am I to understand you are about to be employedless? You were sorta kinda hinting about it last week, but your last post somehow makes it sound like it’s happenin’. [sub]The banana splits at midnight![/sub]

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So I’m not the only one.

Nah, it was definitely tie-dye. That horrific image is seared into my memory.

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Well, some places, there’s no clothing involved … but I’m just not that secure with myself, so I wear jeans. :slight_smile:

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Just the jeans? How do I become a pagan, then?

118

Another one of those moments where I hit “Submit” and then say “Oh, no … somebody’s going to catch that mistake.” sigh

119

CATS! ARGH! I did laundry last night, and as usual, I hung some of the stuff on a rack in my apartment to dry. One of the little beasts (I didn’t see who) decided to eat the strap on one of my camis. I’ve only worn it a couple times and now one of the straps is broken! Stoopid cat!

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:mad: Didn’t anybody go look at my pictures? Here I was, ready to accept all the accolades about how adorable the Cherry Children are and … nuttin. :mad:

OK, Ok, that was a shameless fishing expedition for compliments. I’m so ashamed. :stuck_out_tongue: Shame on me. go look at the pictures

Chaos Lad is your school’s paper online? We wanna see you in all your coming out splendor.

What should I make for the great in-law visit? I’m considering vegetable soup, maybe chili and cornbread. Hubbie loves cornbread. I should probably make cookies or something too. Cheesecake?

What did become of welby? Does anyone know?

How’s taterchip and FCD today?