The MMP is here

OOPS Herbs got the ailin’/hurt relatives a little backwards didn’t I! :smiley: Anywho healin’ vibes and/or good pain meds all around as needed!

Rebo that’s why it’s a good idea to ignore assholes. Just sayin’…

My stressed out over her son’s weddin’ friend has invited me to lunch. I think the purpose is for me to remind her to breathe. That’s ok. That’s what friends do, right? Also I volunteered my services on Firday as tux runner. I told her I’d be glad to go pick up the groom and groomsmen tuxes and deliver to the weddin’ place which is a plantation and where everybody will be gettin’ all duded up on Sattidy. I know the folks at the tux place so all that’s needed is to tell ‘em I’ll be pickin’ 'em up. The rental has already been paid and apparently they feel no need to try 'em on for size first. I am such a good friend!

OK ------- if you have comments or questions please save them for next weeks MMP. I may not be looking at this one again after - shortly - since I need to pack for Cook Forest. Any Mumpers or lurkers who are around there this weekend, look for the 315 year old Recollet priest; that’s me.

Several people asked for pictures of my crosses and how I make them. I take a coin like this and hammer it out over a campfire. Well, not over but using the fire as the heat source and a piece of steel about the size and shape of a pack of smokes as an anvil. Once I have it to about half its original thickness I use a piece of hacksaw blade in a handle (with the piece sticking out the front like a knife blade - I forget the real name for those) and cut it to the rough shape I want.

I then work it with a needle file more to the exact shape I want like this - usually I give them away at this point but I can fully finish it like the one on the right. That is my personal one I wear in my clerical garb. To polish I use a series of whetstones and fine sand in the palm of my hand.

I am doing this at living history events so I am trying to stay strictly frontier 1750s tech. This was something the missionaries did back them as a form of scrimshank (time killer) and gave them something to pass out to the Natives they baptized. I have taught the technique to missionaries today who have used it the same way in remote villages. It’s one of those cool things that look amazing but really isn’t that hard.

It takes me about 4-5 hours to go from start to “image three” - rough finished - using a couple simple hand tools I can carry in the pocket of my robes (think Jesuit). Using “tech” like power tools I could probably cut that to 1 hour with most being hammering the coin into a silver sheet.

I use coins with no numismatic value over the metal. Someone polished it, drilled a hole in it, or otherwise damaged it before I got it. They can be had for basically melt value or less.

Big hugs for **ems **and family. I hope the news is better upon your arrival.

Blurfity-blurg. My supervisor is still getting on my very last nerve. I’m in the process of turning over one of my functions to one our newer analysts. I had the instructions (seven or eight pages) for this ONE dashboard complete almost three weeks ago.

I spent Monday and yesterday guiding the newer analyst through how to complete this dashboard. I provided tips and hints and showed him where he needed to double check all of his formulas and what not. He completed the dashboard and sent it to me last night. This morning, I reviewed it, and noted some tiny errors, which I corrected. Mainly, the errors consisted of cells on certain worksheets not pointing to the correct source data cells.

After going through the entire workbook, I called the analyst in, and told him what I had done, where his errors, were, etc. Just a heads up kind of thing.

At this point, my supervisor walked in and informed me that I should have let HIM correct the errors and then wanted to know why this type of information wasn’t in the instructions. Um, that information IS in the instructions. There were a couple of other things she said to me that really had me grinding my teeth. Dammit, she pisses me off. The analyst and I just kind of looked at each other and rolled our eyes after she walked out of my office.

At any rate, I’ve found a job announcement that looks intriguing and would be a promotion for me. I talked to a friend who works at that organization and he’s offered to get me the job description so I can have a better idea of what the job really entails.

On the surface, it looks similar to what I do now, with some differences. Once I receive the PD, and can decide if I’m jumping from the frying pan to the fire. My Resumix is up to date, and all I have to do is hit the self-nominate button.

It’s kind of sad actually, because I really like working for my division chief, just not my direct supervisor who is becoming more and more of a micro-manager.

I do not need work “assigned” to me. I know what needs to be done and I’d just prefer to get on with it. Frankly, I don’t even know why we have a supervisor in this shop.

Blah…I’ll survive; one way or the other.

Yes Taters you will survive. Oh and just cause, {{{Taters}}}

Off to lunch with my potentially wigged out friend.

ETA: Or should I say probably wigged out friend?

Dad had a good night but was still on the morphine this morning. My mam and sister should be visiting as I type and they will call me as soon as they have seen him.

I fly out at 9.30 tonight…thanks for the thoughts, prayers & hugs. They are really appreciated

Late again! Okay, don’t have a hissy! (My contribution to the OP subject.) Hugs to em and taters.

Busy at work. This is good.

Old boyfriend friend requested me on FB. Now I’m getting all the stuff about his 12 siblings and their offspring as well. Interesting.

Snake and dog story reminded me of how funny Isa the chihuahua is about snakes. She about degloved herself getting out of the way of one the size of a toddler’s shoelace about a month ago. Ever since then she’s convinced bad old snakes are everywhere in the grass and she ain’t walkin there!

Tupug

Back from lunch. Ok been back a while. The big upset is over how she’s had to call invitees to the rehearsal dinner to make sure they are attending since they did not rsvp. I agree with her on that. Just pick up the phone and call was all that was needed. At forty bucks a plate, one does need to know such things. Oh and she told me that it would not surprise her if the MOB showed up in spandex shorts, a tube top and flipflops. :smiley: I think she just needed to get that one out to somebody who wouldn’t repeat it all around town. I listened, empathized and assured her the weddin’ would be just beautiful and a good time will be had by all.

That’s the excitement from da cave thus far.

It’s almost quit o’clock. w00t!

Our dryer suddenly started making a horrifying grinding noise. Possibly not by coincidence, DH’s driver license has disappeared.

We’re thinking that the thing somehow snuck past the filter screen and is now doing its best to jam the works of the dryer. Of course, if he’d keep it in a wallet, this never would have happened.

I wish I knew somone who had a flexible “borescope” that I could borrow to take a peek into the ductwork inside the drye. Otherwise. this model is not easily disassembled.

{{{{{mmmmmmmmmm}}}}}

**Taters **- hope the PD is a good fit. It really sounds like you need to escape before bloodshed ensues.

**swampy **- did you finagle an invite to the rehearsal dinner? With a camera? Just wonderin’…

I resisted the urge to make a childishly immature comment about this. Are you proud of me?? :smiley:

Tonight is sketty night. I stopped at the grocery for a loaf of italian bread and somehow this red velvet cake that was on sale wound up in my hands. Weird how that happens, huh?

Tomorrow, I’m leaving work early to help daughter’s class throw eggs! :smiley: I can get 3 hours in before I need to get over there. Luckily, the school is 5 minutes or so from my office.

It’s overcast and we’re supposed to get rain. I hope so.

That’s all I’ve got for now. Carry on.

MOOOOOOM my friend would prefer everyone wear dressy clothes to the rehearsal dinner. I did tell her not to hold her breath on that one and to just be happy if nobody is in spandex and tube tops at the rehearsal. I trust that the bride and the MOB have set a somewhat classy tone for the actual rehearsal but from what I do know of the MOB don’t bet on it.

Sounds like we could be in for an entertainin’ Sattidy evenin’ however! :smiley:

Heretic sauce. I like it. I’m going to use that from now on.

{{{{{mmmmms}}}}}

The $55 thesis is now off for publication. I can has done now?

Nope, now I have to check on the tea. Soon there will be sweet tea. And brownies. Ghiradelli brownies.

: drools uncontrollably :

off to the bar to watch the Blackhawks beat the Flyers.

Burgers and N.O.T. sallit for dindin. YUM!

I got OYKW’s landline and internet service bill from ATT whittled down about an hour ago. He had asked me what I pay so I told him. He told me what he was payin’ which was substantially higher, well, 27.50 higher, which is to me substantial. So, I asked him to bring me his bill and we’d see what could be done. He does not like to do this kind of stuff but I gots no problem with it. So, I called ATT to discuss the bill, pretendin’ to be him. I was all nice and polite and explained that I could get the same service cheaper from another local provider. This is true through our local cable company which sucks mightily IMHO but ATT don’t know that! Anywho, he has the same monthly plan I do, has a plan for unlimited domestic long distance way better than he had where he paid 10 cents a minute. Now he has a flat rate for domestic long distance which is good for him cause he uses it callin’ to check on the homefolk and such. I got him a discount on his inside wiring plan and on his high speed internet service. Plus, and I chalk this up to me bein’ ever so nice while on the phone, for the next twelve months he gets an additional ten bucks off his internet service. So, his monthly service is now 27.50 a month cheaper and he has that additional discount for the next year. Go Me!

Of course I did suggest that due to my hard work he has an extra 37.50 per month with which to lavish me with gifts. :smiley:

I killded the MMP again! :eek:

I just realized I cooked the brownies for 45 minutes on preheat.

:smack:

No wonder they’re so gooey.

Good though.

Oh look, the man who goes to culinary school just walked in the door to save the kitchen from me!

I just had an interesting phone call. Names changed to protect the guilty.

“Mr. Vunder, this is Megan with the Pro Life Alliance. How are you tonight?”

:grumble: “OK, I guess.”

“Do you consider yourself to be pro life or pro choice?”

“Neither.”

“Okaaaaay…”

:crickets: :click: :dial tone:

I guess I just discovered a new way to handle push-pollers… :cool::smiley:

Hee BBBobbio! Gotta remember that one. Another good one is “I’m pro life choices.” Wigs 'em out everytime!

Spaz gooey brownies are not a bad thing. 'Specially with some ice cream on top!

That’s hilarious, Bobbio!

BLACKHAWKS WIN THE STANLEY CUP!!!

I paraded my inflatable Cup in front of all the Flyers fans in the bar.:smiley: