HOW TO MOVE A FOLDER IN MFCMAPI

I had a customer call in a few months ago with an issue I did not believe – They claimed to have moved the Junk Email folder into the Deleted Items folder. I asked for a screen shot, and was provided with one. To my shock the customer was telling me the truth. No clue how it happened, but it did happen. After running Outlook /resetfolders folders,  I went back and forth with the server owners working on a fix, but I kept getting kick back. So I moved on to a client option to fix.

I asked the customer to install MFCMAPI and open the mailbox in RAW mode and manually move the folder. Moving a folder in MFCMAPI is not something that jumps out at you and says “ Click here this is how you do it” Took me about an hour of research and trial and error to work out how to move a folder. I figure someone else might run into this so I better write it down. Below are the instructions I sent to the customer to follow to perform the task. 

1. Open MFCMAPI | select session  |  select logon and display store tree
2. Double Click your Mailbox you want to work with – This should open a new Windows
3. Browse to the IPM_SUBTREE and find the Thing you want to move
4. Right click the folder you wish to move and select copy
5. Right the parent folder you want to move the folder to and select paste
6. Select OK on the Paste Folder dialog box
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8. Select FOLDER_MOVE in the next Paste Folder dialog box
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10.   Click ok, and the folder should be back where it belongs.

The Roommate – Breathing off of the Bubbles

I went looking for one of the roommates the other night and I found him in a very odd position. He “claims” he was not trying to kill himself, but I am not so sure..  When I looked out the window into the hot tub the below image is what I say. You be the judge and tell me, was he trying to kill himself, or does he have some odd Tub habits?

Either way, killing himself or being an odd duck, I got a great picture to laugh at.

Choices – Part II – I made some

I made the choice to trust the system, and to trust Trenton’s mother. I hope I made the right choice. Someone has to give a little, and make the first move; might as well be me.

Yesterday was a rough day for me, and an insanely hard day for my boy. My child was out there hurting and I had no clue where he was, or what I could do to help him. He assured me he was safe, but he would still not telling me where he was. He says he wants to protect me from his actions so he was not telling me. Oh well, who really cares where he was. The important part is he is talking to me and listening to me. I knew I needed to get him some help, and I needed to get it for him fast, but I had no clue what to get him for help. I started trying to get him in touch with his regular counselor Bruce, but they were having issues linking up.

Next I turned to his school. They have counselors, and people who are trained to deal with this stuff, so I figured I’d them a call. I called and talked to the School counselor, Ms Little. She had some good things to say, some good advice, and she sounded like she could help. After talking to her I called the police to find out where the case was, and notify them Trenton was ok, and I got some advice on what he should do next to avoid legal issues. From the Police I moved on and called the school principal because I heard via the txt grape vine that the school was asking if anyone knew where Trenton was and I felt the school needed to know my plans for Trenton. After everything was prepped and ready I then I had the hard part – I had to call Trenton and convince him to go to school and turn himself in.

He refused flat out to start with, so I had my work cut out for me.  I explained to Trenton what I had done, and how I had prepped things for him. I shared with him the hours of work I had done behind the scenes to make this as painless, and as safe as possible for him. It took some work, but I turned him around, and became willing to turn himself in to the school. After he committed to going to school. We worked out his plan and what he needed to do next then we ended the phone call and waited a few hours before he said he would go to school. Trenton called me right before he was about to school to tell me how hard it was and have me convince him to go again. I told him I was proud of him, I loved him, and I would be there to help as much as I could.

Then I put my faith in the system and his mother. Pretty much the hardest part of it all for me. Trusting people I don’t normally trust with the welfare of my scared child. I did not hear back from anyone for a few more hours. I finally got word when the principal called me and told me what was going on (thankful for a call from the principal, who knew). From her point of view it sounded like Trenton was going to go get to stay with his grandma for a while ( I am hoping for a month or more ). It sounded like Trenton got to say some words to his mom, and his mom was still in with the counselor talking. All of this sounds great to me. I got in touch with Trenton’s grandma to offer my support of her taking Trenton for a bit, and she had not heard anything yet. Good thing I got in touch with her. I am betting Trenton’s mom had not had the chance to talk to her yet with everything else going on. After talking to me Trenton’s Grandma sprung into action and went to get Trenton.

A few hours later I got to talk to Trenton on the phone and hear him say thanks. He said he was glad he did this, and he was feeling good about the results so far. I told him thats the important part. To turn this into a positive and use it to fix what is wrong.  I hope this opens Trenton and lets him speak as honestly as he can to everyone, and opens everyone else’s ears to being able to hear what he is saying.  Trenton is a smart kid, he knows his options, and he knows which ones will make him happier and give him a better childhood. My boy is growing up and taking some control of his own life. I am proud of him for standing up and finding his voice. Look at Trenton in the below picture from our Rainier hike last weekend. I think he’s taller then me now.

I hope, over the weeks and months and to come we can turn this into a positive and make some great changes to give Trenton a better life. One of the highlights in all of this for me. Who did Trenton turn too when he needed to help? He turned to me. I think the speaks mountains about how strong and open our relationship is, and how much we trust each other. My boy and I share a very special bond.

Choices – My child Made some

I had a hard night last night. I fear the next few days are going to a whirl wind of mess around my boy. I did not sleep well, I had bad dreams, and, as always, I fear for the worst. Randall spoke directly to me this morning with his latest comic. Thanks Randall for the perfect picture for this post

Yesterday, feeling he had no other options, my child chose to not go home to his mothers after school. He let me know he was safe, what he was doing, and told me he would be in touch. He would not tell me where he was, because he did not want me to get in trouble based on his actions; Poor kid…..

He’s been voicing his disenchantment with his mother and her home for a long time now. As he gotten older and more confident in fighting for what he believes are his best interests he’s gotten more vocal and willing to fight. I’ve always encouraged him to talk to his mother and try to work things out. I’ve told him the best road is to be honest with everyone and tell them how he feels and what he wants. Trenton says that does not work with his mom and last night he told me this was his only option.

My heart breaks for my child as I see him in so pain. He is so confused, and so afraid of what is going to happen next; he’s must be an emotional wreck. I feel completely helpless to help him; my options are very limited. I can try to help him and talk to his mother for him; I am always hopeful. I can try to help him have a voice, listen to him, and encourage him to get help from his school and counselor, but I cannot act to actually fix anything.

The best thing I can do for him right now is acknowledge his feelings, tell him I will help do what is best for him, tell him I love him and encourage him to get help. We’ve got a rough road ahead, I wish I had the power to make it smooth.

Vday At the Triple Door

On Saturday of Valentines day weekend Baby took me out china town for a walk about, and then to the triple door for a bit of a burlesque show. As we were headed back to the car from our Asian market shopping experience we heard a gaggle of fire works from around the corner, loving adventure, we had to go check them out. Turned out the fireworks were from a kung foo troupe dancing around like dragons banging on some drums. You can almost make out the pink dragon in the picture below.

The show at the triple door was so so. It was more band then it was girls dancing around. I think we’ll go to another show next time. The venue is great. The triple door is well setup for dinner and a show with alots of bar style seating facing the stage. the food was over the top amazing!! we some oral ecstasy inducing Thai food from Thai ginger. My mouth is watering now just thinking about it.

Sunday, the actual valentines day, we went to a motorcycle shop in Renton and went gear shopping with Marty. Marty got all new gear, I got new dirt gear, and Michelle got a new ridding jacket. Pretty much everything we bought was half off, so we went a bit nuts getting stuff. Yellow is Michelle’s colour so she got a new scorpion hat trick jacket in yellow. She looks like a hot biker chick.

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Trenton’s Room Redo

Trenton redid his bedroom this weekend. As the boy is getting older he is spending more and more time in his room, doing stuff. Who can really blame him, he has everything a boy could every want his room. Reading area, 100” screen with a projector, stereo mixing board, a backers dozen or more speakers, laptop, Xbox, sword collection for defense, and now a couch.  This weekend he reorged and added the couch to make it more comfy for him and his friends. He can have comfortably have 4 or 5 people in there to play games and watch movies. The downside with that many boys and electronics in there is that it can get hot and stinky. I am constantly telling the boy to open his window or leave the door open to vent the air. Opening the door in the morning can hit you pretty hard after he’s pulled an all nighter in there with a few other boys. Below are the before and after shots of his room

Before

After — For the rest of the pictures, Click the link

Terror From Above – MAPI

When we first got MAPI back in July I had a vision ofa ramp on the wall and a perch in the peak of the living room for the cat. It’s taken me months to work out how to attach it, to collect the lumber, find the carpet, find the hooks, and buy the tools I needed to build it. I was no rush, and I can be a bit lazy at times. Friday night after getting home I had some motivation and I did not feel like sitting in front of the TV or my laptop for the rest of the night so I finally built it. Took me a few hours, but it’s up now. Took a few days of sticking MAPI on the ledge before he finally worked out liking it and using it.  The ramp is too narrow for him to turn around,  and he was to freaked out to get on the platform at the end the first few times he was up there, so he ended backed down a few times. We found the backing to be most hilarious.

Eventually he worked out how to turn around and let me take a few pictures like the one below.

I think the perch is too small. He cannot fully lay down on it. Poor spoiled MAPI has to sit up because he does not have enough room to stretch out like a Bengal should be able too stretch in his thrown. Later this week I am going to take the perch down and add another 3 inches or so to the front to give him a larger area to lounge about on. Cats love being up as high as they can get. MAPI cannot get much higher in the living room then he is on his new perch. below is a shot of him looking down at his human servants plotting how best to rain terror down upon us.

For the rest of the pictures of me putting this thing up, click the linky link

Child – Now with more Muscles and Spandex

Trenton is currently enrolled in Wrestling on the team at his Jr. High School. Wrestling is a sport I’ve always enjoyed and felt was great for a young lad to be involved it. The training is awesome for short term endurance, learning to use your body, and working out how to channel aggression. As an added bonus for Trenton he’s dropped a handful or two of pounds he needed to drop. The boy is starting to grow into a well built young man, and this is helping him along. One of my bigger regrets created by mine and Trenton’s on going visitation issues is we don’t have enough time together to use to work him out properly. This has been a long running issue. Trenton is starting to get the freedom to invest time and effort on his own, but the effects are nothing compared to what we could have done together.

Tuesday was Trenton’s first match. Michelle and I consider missing something like a first match not an option. Even with the high time and cost commitment we have to invest to watch Trenton. The value to Trenton is so great I would move mountains to be there. Tuesday I got out of bed an extra hour or so early to get to work before 5am so I could get off at 1:30 to be able to make Trenton match to start a bit after 3:00. Michelle left the house and met me at work so we could drive the 80+ miles together. We live in Woodinville, and Trenton lives in Port Orchard. In a strait line the two cities are not too far off, on the road it’s a good haul. Notice the fuchsia line on the below map.

Michelle and I always make the most of the drive and use the time to talk to each other, we do a lot of that, or listen to a good show on the radio. This trip Michelle was all about telling me how much she’s in love with a book I bought her, Steven King’s On Writing. Michelle will tell you she does not normally like books of this genre, but this book is highly entertaining to her. On Writing is speaking great things to her about what she needs to do to be a better writer, and it keeps cracking her up laughing.

Luckily we got to Trenton’s school before his match started, they started late, and we had some time to sit and chat with him for a bit. Trenton was very concerned about my phone that had recently been stolen from him and he needed to vent about it. I told him to not worry I was handling it and he would have it back soon. Then he went on about how annoyed he was the other team had no one in his weight class so he had to wrestle a team member. Somewhere in there he also expressed how happy he was he’d been allowed to wrestle today. I guess there some confusion and he was afraid the school would not have been paid allowing him to wrestle. Thankfully the money was sorted out and he got to wrestle, and he was very excited about it.

It was an enormous bonus to get to chat with Trenton. We stayed for both the JV and Varsity matches so we could sit spend more time with Trenton. We tried to take him out to dinner but he was not allowed to go with us. To bad it would have been nice to take him out, and he was apparently starving by all of the begging he did for food money… Below is a shot of Trenton seeing something shinny while talking to us, and another of him out on the match. It was hard to take good pictures in the gym lighting.

The bottom line of the trip over is – Trenton won his match by pin in the second round. Way to go son, you make your papa proud, keep up the good work, keep up the good growing. After the match we took Trenton and a few of his friends home then went to my parents house to fix a wireless router for Darren. Don’t know what was wrong with it but resetting it fixed the issue. For the rest of the pictures click the link. We made it home around 9:00.

Total time invested away from home | 8 hours
Travel costs | ~ $30
Lost sleep | 2 hours
Total time Trenton was on the mat | 5 minutes – yes I have it on video to be posted later
Return on investment | priceless to see my boy do so well.

Car-B-Q in the Basement

For my morning Excitement the fire alarm went off in the building. After sitting here for about 15 minutes getting annoyed with the sound, watching more people build up outside, and eventually seeing smoke I left the building. See where that the smoke was coming from the basement car park I sprung into action and jumped into the car park to get pictures. I Was only able to get one before being told to leave by security and fire people. You can’t even see the car behind all of the smoke. I walked around the side of the building to get more pictures only to be yelled at again. Something about my safety or something.

More pictures to come later. I meet the car owner as he was being told “we don’t need your keys we’ve already gotten into the car” – does that mean he has no more windows?

Weekend of Firsts – I remember when

Last Weekend Trenton, Michelle, Marty, my fam, and myself spent the weekend at the lake ridding dirt bikes, hanging out around the fire, and eating too much. We had a brilliant time, made some great fire, and went on some nice technical narrow trails ridding; Great practice for Marty and Trenton. The weekend started out Friday when Michelle and I went and watched Trenton practice wrestling. After getting over the smack in the face of “musty sweaty boy funk” we were hit with as we entered the gym, we sat and watched. The coach was out there all alone in a mess of young boys. It was a bit hard for me to not want to go out there and help him, but I some how resisted and stayed the parent on the sideline.

After wrestling we went to my parents house for dinner, and to finish off some work on the motorcycle trailer we bought a while back. We had to put some Eye bolts onto the trailer to use to tie bikes down, and then we had to load up the bikes. After getting 3 bikes on the trailer I am thinking my 3 bike trailer is really only a 2 bike trailer. It hauled 3 bikes, but it was pretty tight; might need a bit bigger trailer. We’ll give it one more trip and see how we do. If Marty and I had 2 KLR’s with bags on them we would not have gotten a third bike on the trailer.

Below is Trenton putting some last touches on the trailer then a shot of it loaded

Saturday morning we went to Uncle Dave’s for breakfast. Dave makes the most amazing sausage gravy ever, and it’s been a long while since I’ve had any. Trenton went all out and ordered as much as he could eat. He is in the middle of his weight class he can gain 5 or lose 5 and still make it, so he might as well feed the belly. Feeding the Belly has finally resulted in him being taller them me this weekend. The Child grows larger then his father….

After we finished with Dave’s we did some shopping, then  picked up Trenton’s Girl friend who was going to spend the day at the lake with us. Crazy to think I was not much older then Trenton when I met his mother and started taking her out to the lake for weekends. My child sure is growing up fast. Trenton and his gal did some hand holding around the fire, and went for a few “walks” around the area. I am glad Trenton and I are so open with each other, have so much trust, and have covered so deeply how to do things and be safe. In my world you should not say no to your child, you should help them make the right choice by educating them. Even if the right choice by the child is not your choice, oh well, you still prepare them for it. Below is a shot of Trenton and his Girl sitting around the fire, txting.  I bet they were txting each other -Kids today…

Saturday Trenton and I spent about an hour trying to start our KLR 250. Eventually we finally got it started by draining all of the gas from the carb; I guess the gas was bad. We did all of the work so Trenton could take his gal on the back then she decided to sit around the fire with Michelle instead. Oh well it was good working a bike bonding time, and Trenton gave the bike a spin just to ride it.

Mixed in with the eating (BBQ Burgers for dinner, Soup for Lunch, French toast for breakfast Sunday) We fit in a bunch of ridding. Trenton fell over a few times, and got nervous crossing a bridge, Marty fell over once in some mud, and I killed my bike in the middle of a large puddle. Other then that no one was hurt, and we all had a great time. I wonder how much longer Trenton will have until he needs bigger ridding gear.

Then top off the feeling old by my child bring a date to the lake with him. His teenage buddy with a license drove him home to my parents house Sunday. Dates, and ridding in cars with Friends. Wow. what a weekend. Below, Trenton and Nick sitting around the fire for Breakfast. Apparently Nick Graduates this year.

Not much longer before Trenton will be calling his own shots, and driving where he wants too. I like to think I’ve done the best I can to prepare him to make good choices when that time comes.  As always, a link for more pictures.