The MMP People Finder (MMP)

I’m a little teapot
Short and stout
Here is my handle
Here is my spout
When I get all steamed up I will shout…
Tip me over baby let it all hang out! :smiley:

Hey, whaddya want for poetry with only two cups of caffiene thus far!

Mornin’ Y’all! Are we all ready for an excitatin’ Firday? Me neither. ‘Tis however a short day for me. Meanin’ only til five p.m. Oh and the job interview yesterday… innerestin’ but no thanks. The job sounds soooooooo borin’! I’ll stick with inshurnce.

Y’all have a good day now!

LiLi Gnat is just a lil’ ol’ keeeeeeee-yoooooo-tie!

: drives by, waving to everyone :

Happy Firday!
It’s freakin’ cold here today. Little ice water drops are falling from the sky. And this weekend? . . .

. . . Sunny and in the 50’s! :smack: :rolleyes: No wonder everyone is walking around sick!

Morning drive-by. Hello y’all.

Israeli: Arabs cables aren’t kosher.

Arab: Israeli cables are unclean.

Seems to me there is an agreement to disagree here, so they’re really in agreement all along, so they should just come together and sing kumbaya. I have spoken. Make it so. <waves hand regally>

#1 son gets the day off (really, these children things are quite inconvenient at times). #2 son had no school due to [del]wimpy school district[/del] “inclement” weather. #1 and #2 will be shoveling our not insignificant in length driveway. I was just out there, digging out the cars and sweating like a --whatever sweats a lot–there is a LOT of snow on the ground. I still have to go to work, but I get to go in an hour later. Yay me for good negotiating skills!

Wonderful, funny dreams last night. I swear–who needs TV when I have my own channel, night after night. This was a photo montage of Obama and Hillary as kids–like you see at weddings. They were set to music and the lyrics were mildly satirical. I wish I could do justice to the songs; I’d share them here. Sadly, only the impressions remain.
I really don’t want to go to work today. It would be fun to play in the snow with my sons. Daughter had to go to school (test). I’ve never pulled any child out of school to watch any other, but had no alternative for today. I hope work goes better than yesterday…

Stay warm, everyone. (unless you’re already warm–then cool off). Dotty-couldn’t get HRH’s pic to load, but my puter’s been wonky lately. LiLi-he’s beautiful–and in that one “sun” pic he looks like a Buddha!

You’re in, hope you brought your swimmin’ shorts!

Moved exactly 1.5 miles west, then dropped in a pool. (There wasn’t anything else fun in the area)

I think that photo-sharing site is having a burp. I loaded them up fine a couple hours ago but I’m having trouble myself now too.
Off to the airport!

Oh, and our map has a grand total of 53 members. And I know there are plenty of other members who occasionally stop by but haven’t this week. Spatial Rift? Winston? Sage Rat?

Looking at you guys and more.

We may get some rain later today. That is all.

Alla youse drivers-by need to slow down and come sit a spell. Life is short.

dotty, gimme those lil cheekies!

Yay, for Firday!

This has been a long and boring week with many of my team members out of the office so I will be heartily glad to see five effin thirty.

Tupug

btw, Dotty, I was able to view HRH’s pic and she is A-DOR-A-BLE!!!

Thanks for the compliments guys! I have that one loaded on my work computer as my desktop wallpaper - no wonder I never get any work done!

I think the main problem is few of us have heard of Kumbaya (and even those who recognize the concept, like me, wouldn’t recognize it if it played right next to their ear.)
So, I hereby decree that your goal in life shall be to travel across the Middle East, guitar in hand, and teach the natives to sing Kumbaya. Then, peace will surely come.

You can start by coming here and giving me a private lesson :wink:

HRH is adorable! Squee! Babies!

Seriously, I love babies. I am way older than all of my cousins so I babysitted a lot when they were little. Sometimes I complain to my mom about the present lack of babies in our family, and then she reminds me that I am the eldest and the next baby will probably be mine. Then I shut up.

Sorry, I gotta stay home and wash my hair. :stuck_out_tongue:

:: shuffles off to get coffee ::

(as hinted earlier this week)

Some of you have seen pictures of my place in Cottonfield County. I have 1 acre of land (about half a hectare for you metric folk), surrounded by about 30 acres of field on three sides. To the north is a small creek running through woods, and the closest the woods get to my place is maybe 500 feet. I’ve been watching for 2 weeks a small potatoes timbering company clear cut the creek area.

Wednesday, I get home, and parked in my yard right next to the shed where Reggie the farmer stores equipment is a trailer with a tank on it, commonly used to haul diesel fuel. Hmmm, that’s odd. Reggie doesn’t usually park fuel in my yard, and when he does haul it, he has an old truck just for this. I park my car in the garage, do my usual gathering of crap, and when I come out, there’s a big green log skidder driving right across my yard and through the soft sand where my derelict barns and jungle used to stand. :mad: :mad: :mad:

I put a lot of time and effort into grading that sand for grass planting, and twice before, some clod in heavy equipment had driven across it and left ruts that I’ve not been able to handle with hand tools. This made the third time.

Off I stormed to the log skidder, and an old black guy got out.

“How you doing?” he asked.

“You’re trespassing.” I replied.

“I need to fuel my tractor.”

“You have one minute to get off my land, because in two minutes you’ll be held at gunpoint for the sheriff.”

Back into the cab he went, where he must have had a radio, because a blue pickup truck came racing out of the field towards me. It was the job boss.

There was a very spirited conversation that took place, where I let him know in no uncertain terms that his guy was trespassing, and I was holding them liable for the damage to my property. The job boss said he’d fix everything the next day, and he moved the tank off my land. He assumed that I owned the field, and he wanted the fuel hidden because he’s had a similar tank stolen recently.

When I came home yesterday, the ruts are still there. I took a lot of pictures, because it’s monsooning today, and I want proof of the incident. I’m sick of people assuming they can drive on the VunderLair to suit their own purposes, so this will not go away quickly.

If he assumed you owned the field, why didn’t he first attempt to get permission to bury his tank there?

Why bury a tank, when you’ll be gone from the site forever in another week?

I’m a little teapot
Short and stout
Here is my handle
Here is my handle

Swedish surgeons
Do great work
They turned me into
A sugar bowl

and now I am even more confused

As am I. The tank is not intended for burial; it’s portable.

He wanted to leave it in a spot away from the equipment and not readily visible from the road. And these guys are gone when all of the trees are cut.

I must be having a senior moment. I go back to the statement

Why didn’t he ask first?

He made the dread ASS-U-ME error…