The Just To Tick Everyone Off MMP

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Just for once I’m going to start this thing.

And yes, I know that by CDT it’s still Sunday night. But I have to go to work tomorrow at the buttcrack of dawn(potty mouth!) and I won’t be on the computer early.

The good news is that I’ve been making good hours at work. And I’ve lost thirty five pounds on my diet. And I won two trophies in a karate tournament.

The bad news is that I’m seeing a lawyer to get my ex-husband’s name off the house title. Lo those thirty three years ago a quit claim didn’t get filed and so his name is still on the title. Now, to get it off, I need to jump through all sorts of legal hoops. I may(shudder) even have to try to find him, a guy I haven’t seen since February of 1980.:frowning:

Well, at least I have my dog and my cat to love me!:stuck_out_tongue:

Have a good week everyone!

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It’s still Sunday night by EST as well.

I have to work @3 more minutes and then I am logged out annd can go to sleep.

I just scored an 80 point word on WwF, that should tick off my opponent.
I’m getting ticked off because the murderer in the show I’m watching shares my first name.
Has this announcer never heard of a pronoun?
I don’t know how people with common first names handle hearing their name all the time when it isn’t in reference to themselves.

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Hi y’all.

Work has been crazy – I’ve taken a new position (manager of the group I was a member of), yet the projects on which I was working don’t seem to grasp that I am no longer “their” referent, and there’s a perfectly capable New Guy who has taken over those tasks.

Yes, I’m his manager. Yes, I realize I still know my way around the projects better than he does. Deal with it for a while – you do want him to learn the ropes and get some self-confidence in his ability to work the project, at some point. Right? :rolleyes:

ETA: **Baker **-- we usually try to leave a note in the previous week’s MMP with a link to the new one. I went ahead and left one there :slight_smile:

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Ooooh, you got pro-mooooted!

Gratzies and all that.

I’m at work. There’s a meeting to review some stuff, which is supposed to last all day. The whole team will go in, half an hour each. The guy who’s supposed to go in at 5 says he’d rather go home and we can call him around 7ish, when the previous person finally gets to go in.

The weather is yucky; apparently Spring has decided it was time to push the thermometer back down to what normally passes for mid-winter temperatures hereabouts.

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Oooh…such a rebel starting the MMP early! Sounds like you have lots of things to be grateful for though, despite having an ex-husband to find after so many years.

Congrats on the promotion, Lunch! Does this mean you get to delegate stuff so you can come and play with us more often?

I am a bit ticked off with a colleague from a previous job who keeps asking me how to do stuff instead of asking her line manager for help. Most of the time I don’t mind helping out and I hate to see someone struggle with a job when they have no idea what they’re supposed to be doing…but every day it’s something else, and it’s now getting to the point where she’s asking about stuff I’ve been through with her more than once already.

Sadly I’m not inclined to sacrifice any more of my lunchbreaks to go up to her office so she’ll have to find someone else on her team to help instead. Bah. Makes me feel like a bad person. Hmm…I’m saying that like it’s not such a good thing…

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It’s a rainy morning in the mid 50s here and I foresee a day spent pretty much indoors. Which is fine - there’s plenty to keep mye busy. Especially since, thanks to the rain, a certain pug peed on the carpet behind me, despite being let out TWICE within 30 minutes. :rolleyes:

Speaking of the weekend, there was a kite-flying event at Ocean City, and I took a bunch of pics. It was very pretty and colorful. I have no stories about any of the kites, but I think they’re mostly self-explanatory. If not, just look at them and go* “oooooo -pret-ty colors!!!”* :smiley:

**FCD **has left for work, Higgs has been fed, and I’m caffeinating. Some time today, I need to run to the grocery store - our milk is smelling curdly. I’ll do a little laundry, push the vacuum around, shampoo 2 carpet spots (damned dog!!), mix the salt in the water for the aquarium water change, maybe even dust! :eek:

**Baker **- good luck with your legal crap. Is it possible your ex was abducted by aliens and his name on the title is a moot point? Congrats on your good news, anyway! :wink:

Happy Monday, all!

PS - **BooFae **- try this: “Sorry - I’m very busy doing my own job and I can’t help you do yours.” That’s a lot nicer that "Leave me alone, you idiot!!!) :smiley:

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Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 65 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 79 and “scattered thunderstorms throughout the day.” So, it could rain. Or not. Who knows.

Baker (you need a nickname, I propose Cookie :D) Yay on the weight loss, good hours and karate wins! Boo on the ex-husband thingy. If you have to find him, get his address and we’ll send him some pointy stick wieldin’ Sri Lankan spiders. flytrap apparently has an in on shippin’ 'em all over the world.

Yay for the promotion Special1. This means you can decide to come here and goof off whenever ya want now, right?

BooFae I am inclined to disagree with MOOOOOOM. At this point she deserves a jab with the pointy stick and a “leave me alone, you idiot!”

Now I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy says it’s hongry. Then, alas, 'tis Monday so irk purtification must commence.

Happy Monday Y’all!

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I second everything swampbear said.

May you all have a fantastic Monday!

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$2.99 - don’t agree with the **bear **- it only encourages him!! :stuck_out_tongue:

Lovely, steady rain still coming down. I should probably start thinking about getting showered and dressed, but what I really want to do is crawl back in bed. I was having such a weird dream when **FCD **got up for the shower. It involved an old Victorian house that I’ve dreamed about before, altho I’m pretty sure it’s purely a product of my imagination. Anyway, I sold that house to Kevin Spacey, but I was renting a room in it from him. I had to go away on business, and when I came back, he’d rented out a bunch more rooms, including mine! :eek: I couldn’t find my stuff (including any clothes) and I was running around wrapped in a bedsheet trying to figure out what was going on.

I finally managed to find Kevin and ask him, but he pretty much blew it off - his house, his rules, you know. Meanwhile, I was sorting thru a bunch of stuff that had been left at the house by the folks I’d bought it from, looking for things I could yardsale to make some extra cash. And somewhere along the line, one of the rooms was occupied by a woman and her 4 sons hiding out from their husband/father. There was also something about gardening, getting lost in the woods, and redesigning my cubicle layout so I could get a window and my boss could get a conference room.

And, no, I wasn’t drinking last night. Apart from having Kevin Spacey as my landlord, the weird part of the dream was that it took place in a house I’d dreamed about years ago. I’ve had recurring dreams, but not recurring locales.

It must be Monday…

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Happy Monday all

Why am I up? I have no idea but coffee is good and I am going to roll with it.

Cookie I think that is perfect, welcome to the Mumperverse. There is nothing more special than having lingering trouble with long past exes, eh?

Need more coffee

Cheers

Jim

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blurf!
I really hate that post in lower case bug.

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Blurf.

I should be up and about and doing the washing, and I’m not. I’m still in jammies, messing about on the computer. Bad me.

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Blurf.

Good luck, Baker.

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Well of course you do $2.99! Everything I say and do makes perfect sense! :smiley:

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Oh yeah, right, and then I call her “cookie” in the Death Pool and mysteriously lose ten or fifteen points.

I see through your nefarious plot!

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Hey, since all my picks just keep gettin’ better and better I figure my only hope is to sabotage those with points so we all end up with zero points on December 31st, which is Cookie The Death Mistress’s birthday btw. :stuck_out_tongue:

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Just puttin’ in my two cents blurf.

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I am having a maor freakout

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A maor freakout sounds really scary, actually :frowning:

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Rosie, don’t have a freak out, maor or mior. They’re no fun at all!

So Saturday evening, after a full day running around and doing stuff, a friend and I went to a local park with a creek running in it. The creek ran through a channel, and the channel had terraces with spillways. There were plenty of ducks, and there was one mama duck with eight baby ducklings. When we spotted her, she had gotten half her ducklings over the edge of a terrace by climbing up the very steep bank, but the other half remained below.

The friend and I stayed for nearly an hour, working as cheerleaders, encouraging those little ducklings to make it up to the next level. One of them managed, but the remaining three apparently didn’t even know when to start. Mama duck went back a couple of times but couldn’t seem to get the idea across to them. Then, as the sun was on its way down . . . Mama duck gave up on the remaining three and left.

Now, if you’ve ever been around ducks and ducklings, you know that the babies peep in distress, and mama quacks in answer. Well, mama stopped answering, and the remaining ducklings were peeping and peeping and peeping, getting more desperate with every passing minute. So was I.

Finally, I climbed down into the creek - filled with algae and coated with sediment and slime - and while my friend kept an eye on them from above, I worked on rounding up the ducklings and getting them to the terrace above. This is where I learned:

  • ducklings is fast
  • ducklings don’t do “round up”
  • ducklings can go full submarine
  • ducklings can’t figure out you’re trying to help them

I got the first one in only a couple of minutes, but it took me another five minutes to chase down the second one. The third one took nearly fifteen minutes. Each time, I had to corner them, scoop them up, and then toss them up to the next level. Each time, the duckling did a “she’s gonna EAT ME!” barrage of panicked peeps, only to hit the water, give itself a shake, and paddle serenely off. Well, duckling #2 (the submarine) waited for its sibling, and they paddled off together.

So, I rescued three baby ducklings. Not that they had any idea that’s what happened. Mama duck took them back, and everyone settled in for the evening. My friend and I walked back to my car, my sandals squelching all the way.