I came into work today -- don't ask me why. I didn't post over the weekend - I was too freaking tired to type.
Let me sum up that last push to the finish line...
Friday, up early, worked until 2 PM, dropped off Carpool buddy, ran back to the surgeon's office, picked up paperwork, headed back up north, went to the dollar story so my hubby can complete his sister's box-within-a-box X10 gift, plus I was out of bows, I found some cookie containers and then hit McDonalds for a coffee, then to the nail salon for new pretty Christmas nails, then I popped over to Wal-ly World and got a gift for the nephew on Bubba's side of the family, some stuff to complete cookies and the like... then headed home.
Left work at 2 PM - pulled into the driveway at 5:30 PM.
Walked the dog, came inside, we did something for dinner, I made 2 kinds of cookies, Oh - yeah and dipped the two different kinds of biscotti cookies, one in white chocolate and one in regular chocolate.
Saturday the alarm went off at 6:30 AM - I rolled out of bed at 7:15, got up, got showered, tended to the dog, and Bubba and I, in separate cars headed to the big mall at the bottom of the major highway. Why? Because they have the West Coast Candy store we needed, and the cool coffee place also for Granny, and my office mate. He found this place on his travels - wouldn't buy it for himself -- perfect gift!
We tried to finish shopping there but couldn't find all we needed, so Bubba headed back North, I headed to my meeting with the Ladies' group, got that done, started to make my way back North as well, stopped off at a ladies home, dropped off her package, made my way to the liquor store for nog makings, then called Bubba, where are you did you get the gift --- his comment was not yet - he had gotten a massage first.
Insert dead silence here....
Um - OK fine butthead -- I'm off to finish my list you do yours. We ended up at the same mall, met up, finished shopping (independently) then decided to go have some lunch. Went to place A -- parking lot was a zoo, decided on place B -- we're such the yuppie couple, on our car wired blue tooth phones, making lunch plans. Ended up at a place had Chinese food, not bad, I headed to the grocery store, got gift cards, then headed home. Made batter for the gingerbread, and iced all remaining cookies that required it, got work packages all done up, and I got those all boxed up for work people and those containers into a larger box for transport to the car and into the office...
I do believe I fell into bed and died that night...
Sunday, lather, rinse, repeat. We went out to breakfast, quick dollar store run for Egg Nog containers (which turned out to be complete CRAP!) then the grocery store for the nog makings; I got dropped off, Bubba went out to do something -- then he was going to watch football at the bar. I went home booted up the computer and listened to the first half of the game while making gingerbread house pieces, icing for said houses, pulling all the necessary stuff for decorating, and then made egg nog, finally got that right, was down to the nog bowls in the cleaning process, Bubba called said he had a table at the bar, so I said screw it -- and went to the bar enjoyed the second half of the football game and about 7 chicken wings. I was hungry apparently. I came home, finished cleaning up the kitchen put cookies in my car, because Bubba bitched about not having a place to sit in the living room upstairs... like he ever sits up there --- but it was done and one less thing I had to content with at 5:50 AM Monday morning.
I fed him dinner of whatever fundraiser pizza things I ordered, and life wasn't bad. I was done, all the wrapping was finished Saturday night, by Sunday night it was all done - but the logistics of getting all this crap into my poor car. That is a fight for today.
I am leaving work in about an hour, driving home cramming all these goodies into my car, listening to my husband whine and complain about the volume and the cost - and then we fight our way home --- dinner is out tonight - our favorite Italian place - there will be wine involved.
I don't know what the rest of the week hold for us, but it's Christmas I'm trying to hold on to those good feelings and smile my way through all the stupid...
Stay well, safe and warm - and in case of DC dry... sheesh. We shall return to the airwaves some time this weekend if we have time - if not Sunday for the annual Christmas wrap up. OR later in the week when I sober up.
Merry Christmas
Aunt Ing
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Friday, December 19, 2014
Check one -- Add two...
Welcome to my to-do list, I get one thing checked off, I have to add two more.
Yesterday was a good day, left work at 1:00 PM, and got to go out to lunch, with wine, on someone else. It was nice. Carpool Buddy got to drive home, we did not have a two hour commute from hell, nice and easy one hour door to door.
When I got home, I hit the quick and cheap grocery store for what I thought was final cookies supplies... came home, loved and walked the dog, made dinner, including REAL mashed potatoes, went back out met a Girl's Group Dad and got rid of the last of the cookie orders, and made another quick trip to the store (I was running low on flour) came home, made 3 different kinds of cookies, baked two of them, the new one Bubba liked... which means I have to make another batch of those...
Today, Friday, of what has been the longest week in a very long time, found me at the doctor's office an hour early... luckily she arrived and I got saw, fussed at for not massaging 3 times per day instead of my usual one to two -- hey I'm busy and I work with men, who don't need to see me rubbing my boob. ANY way... that done, back to work, found out my division has taken a pay cut, and now I have a resume to update -- you know just in case.
So leaving a bit early from work, stopping off at the doctor's office to pick up some paperwork, then dropping off Carpool Buddy, then to Trader Joe's for more supplies, then Wally-world for a video game gift (best price) then to my nail appointment.... then home, left overs for dinner, more cookies and getting things organized for the trip home, and office mate gifts and all the rest!
I'm tired. But I have the buy 4 get one free card from McDonalds so Aunt Ing will be hitting that coffee bar hard and fast. Caffeinated beverages are your friend this time of year - and for me they are a life line.
Bubba didn't say much about anything last night, he's started with his list of stuff that has to be dealt with -- that is so far down my life of stuff to get done I could not care less... that will hit my radar about Tuesday afternoon.
The office is dead today and next week will be even worse... week between Christmas and New Years is even deader... but then I will have time to make my New Year's Day dinner plans, and shopping and cleaning and ....how to sedate Bubba until everyone arrives and can distract him that there is dog hair in my house and the kitchen floor isn't spotless... eat off the dishes -- they're clean.
Did I mention I did dishes and ran the dishwasher before I left the house this morning -- at 5:50 AM!
So coming back as Bubba in my next life, how nice it must be to always be right, and never had to do anything but go to work...
T- 30 until today's sprint to dead on my pillow... anyone placing bets on 11 PM tonight.
Did I mention getting to the mall at 8 AM, and a 10 AM Ladies group thing? Yeah.
Sleep is over rated.
Yesterday was a good day, left work at 1:00 PM, and got to go out to lunch, with wine, on someone else. It was nice. Carpool Buddy got to drive home, we did not have a two hour commute from hell, nice and easy one hour door to door.
When I got home, I hit the quick and cheap grocery store for what I thought was final cookies supplies... came home, loved and walked the dog, made dinner, including REAL mashed potatoes, went back out met a Girl's Group Dad and got rid of the last of the cookie orders, and made another quick trip to the store (I was running low on flour) came home, made 3 different kinds of cookies, baked two of them, the new one Bubba liked... which means I have to make another batch of those...
Today, Friday, of what has been the longest week in a very long time, found me at the doctor's office an hour early... luckily she arrived and I got saw, fussed at for not massaging 3 times per day instead of my usual one to two -- hey I'm busy and I work with men, who don't need to see me rubbing my boob. ANY way... that done, back to work, found out my division has taken a pay cut, and now I have a resume to update -- you know just in case.
So leaving a bit early from work, stopping off at the doctor's office to pick up some paperwork, then dropping off Carpool Buddy, then to Trader Joe's for more supplies, then Wally-world for a video game gift (best price) then to my nail appointment.... then home, left overs for dinner, more cookies and getting things organized for the trip home, and office mate gifts and all the rest!
I'm tired. But I have the buy 4 get one free card from McDonalds so Aunt Ing will be hitting that coffee bar hard and fast. Caffeinated beverages are your friend this time of year - and for me they are a life line.
Bubba didn't say much about anything last night, he's started with his list of stuff that has to be dealt with -- that is so far down my life of stuff to get done I could not care less... that will hit my radar about Tuesday afternoon.
The office is dead today and next week will be even worse... week between Christmas and New Years is even deader... but then I will have time to make my New Year's Day dinner plans, and shopping and cleaning and ....how to sedate Bubba until everyone arrives and can distract him that there is dog hair in my house and the kitchen floor isn't spotless... eat off the dishes -- they're clean.
Did I mention I did dishes and ran the dishwasher before I left the house this morning -- at 5:50 AM!
So coming back as Bubba in my next life, how nice it must be to always be right, and never had to do anything but go to work...
T- 30 until today's sprint to dead on my pillow... anyone placing bets on 11 PM tonight.
Did I mention getting to the mall at 8 AM, and a 10 AM Ladies group thing? Yeah.
Sleep is over rated.
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Yes, I did accomplish something yesterday....
Yesterday was Wednesday -- an ordinary day by any stretch of the imagination -- up early, off to work with Carpool buddy, usual work foolishness, got into the car at 3:30 PM to have our usual drive home.... 2 TWO -- HOURS later... I was dropped off at my car...
After several phone calls, first to darling Bubba telling him he was going to have to get home and tend to our puppy... then to my hair dresser to tell her I was going to be late, I got into my car... zipped between red lights, and ran into my salon, relieved when she said, "No worries, we got this -- go put on a smock"
I did, it was good, that "other" color is gone, my hair is brown again, neatly trimmed, as it was getting a bit wild, and it's all good, if not a little poofy from how she dried my hair.. no big deal I was going to sleep on it anyway...
Since I arrived 30 minutes late, I was done later than I planned, and knowing that darling Bubba was home without an ability to feed himself, or as he always tells me "have a snack" I got Hangry Bubba (hungry + angry= Hangry) .... So, I bagged my planned trip to the dollar store, I'm out of bows and I need some cheap paper... ANY way.. I call Captain Crankypants, I tell him I will be home in 5 minutes and here is what is for dinner.
I get home, change my clothes, get dinner started, I really wasn't cooking (Chicken salads with garlic bread) but it was food - here. While I was prepping dinner, my darling husband of 25 years came up to the kitchen and began to express his opinion of my hair... let's got with the highlights... "Are you evening trying to grow it out", "what crap, layering you're lying to me -- again. You can't ever tell me the right story", "she had to take 3 inches off the back*" *I didn't have three inches of hair back there... and the final uplifting message? "It sucks"
Yes, boys and girls, he went nuts over a small trim and poofy do... so I stopped talking to him for the rest of night, I ate my dinner, loved my dog, got all my gifts wrapped and labeled, with the exception of those I have yet to purchase...
I will say Bubba tried several times to engage me in conversation, he got "Bubba-like" monosyllabic answers -- when I was done, I cleaned up my mess and let the dog out and went to bed.
I did accomplish a great deal yesterday, gifts wrapped, dinner made, kitchen cleaned up, puppy loved, and husband not murdered... frankly I think that last one is the one that required the most energy.
Today, if the traffic gods are willing I will get home at the usual time (one hour door to door) and get some running done, like the dollar store, Wally-world and maybe even the grocery store because I'm not real sure what dinner his royal pain in the nether regions is going to get -- and the optional ingredient in his dinner that will allow for quality bathroom reading time -- is still on the table.
Tomorrow I go pick up paperwork from the doctor for my January 6th port removal. I need to schedule a nail appointment, go to the mall and finish my shopping, finish cookies, and wrap the newly purchased gifts...
Bubba will be doing what he does best, bitch, whine, and grump because his priorities are not mine... again.
Ho, Ho, Ho... I plan to drink later -- at his Mama's. :-)
After several phone calls, first to darling Bubba telling him he was going to have to get home and tend to our puppy... then to my hair dresser to tell her I was going to be late, I got into my car... zipped between red lights, and ran into my salon, relieved when she said, "No worries, we got this -- go put on a smock"
I did, it was good, that "other" color is gone, my hair is brown again, neatly trimmed, as it was getting a bit wild, and it's all good, if not a little poofy from how she dried my hair.. no big deal I was going to sleep on it anyway...
Since I arrived 30 minutes late, I was done later than I planned, and knowing that darling Bubba was home without an ability to feed himself, or as he always tells me "have a snack" I got Hangry Bubba (hungry + angry= Hangry) .... So, I bagged my planned trip to the dollar store, I'm out of bows and I need some cheap paper... ANY way.. I call Captain Crankypants, I tell him I will be home in 5 minutes and here is what is for dinner.
I get home, change my clothes, get dinner started, I really wasn't cooking (Chicken salads with garlic bread) but it was food - here. While I was prepping dinner, my darling husband of 25 years came up to the kitchen and began to express his opinion of my hair... let's got with the highlights... "Are you evening trying to grow it out", "what crap, layering you're lying to me -- again. You can't ever tell me the right story", "she had to take 3 inches off the back*" *I didn't have three inches of hair back there... and the final uplifting message? "It sucks"
Yes, boys and girls, he went nuts over a small trim and poofy do... so I stopped talking to him for the rest of night, I ate my dinner, loved my dog, got all my gifts wrapped and labeled, with the exception of those I have yet to purchase...
I will say Bubba tried several times to engage me in conversation, he got "Bubba-like" monosyllabic answers -- when I was done, I cleaned up my mess and let the dog out and went to bed.
I did accomplish a great deal yesterday, gifts wrapped, dinner made, kitchen cleaned up, puppy loved, and husband not murdered... frankly I think that last one is the one that required the most energy.
Today, if the traffic gods are willing I will get home at the usual time (one hour door to door) and get some running done, like the dollar store, Wally-world and maybe even the grocery store because I'm not real sure what dinner his royal pain in the nether regions is going to get -- and the optional ingredient in his dinner that will allow for quality bathroom reading time -- is still on the table.
Tomorrow I go pick up paperwork from the doctor for my January 6th port removal. I need to schedule a nail appointment, go to the mall and finish my shopping, finish cookies, and wrap the newly purchased gifts...
Bubba will be doing what he does best, bitch, whine, and grump because his priorities are not mine... again.
Ho, Ho, Ho... I plan to drink later -- at his Mama's. :-)
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Detailing the details...
As I mentioned in previous posts, life around here is a little busy.. it's the week before Christmas and unlike me I'm not done shopping and I still have cookies to bake, and things to finish.. along with the usual day to day living and work and tending to the laziest white man in America.
Let's start with Monday...
Up early, met Car Pool Buddy, drive to work, work a full day,
home, let the dog out, unload a basket of clean clothes, refill it with dirty clothes
start the laundry, walk the dog,
write up the last of the Christmas cards, stamp them,
load the dog into the truck,
zip to the post office and mail the cards and a letter,
go back to the lodge, meet up with big cookie order guy,
he gets his stuff, close up the lodge,
go home, unload the dishwasher, make dinner
wash dishes, think about tossing a cookie batter together, forget that idea
Feed Bubba, putz on the computer for 30 minutes, change laundry loads,
let the dog, out, put my daily dose of vitamins in their container along with some breakfast for Tuesday, do my nightly routine, read one page of my book, fall asleep dead the world until...
4:35 AM this morning... got moving at 4:45 AM
Up, moving showered, dog out/ in fed, I had time post hair and make up routine to fold the two loads of laundry I did last night - plus they wouldn't look like we slept in them and since I had 10 minutes...
So, two folded loads of laundry, another in the dryer, (undies they can wrinkle)
Gave the dog her morning meds and love, tossed what I needed in my bag and headed out to the lodge.
Had to scrape my windshield... not happy there.
Got to the lodge, loaded up the cookie orders for the work people, tossed that in the back of the truck
Headed out to meet Car Pool Buddy (CPB) -- waited for him -- wishing for caffeinated beverage,
Drove to work, listened as CPB detailed his equally busy night, thinking of a new house,
Got to work, unloaded the work bag, headed back out to the car to get cookie orders
rebooted my computer... finally got logged on...
I made a list of people I still need Christmas presents for, found out the mall isn't open late tonight,
Made plans for my dinner out, with a swing by the bank for the Ladies' group deposit,
a trip to the grocery story for Bob's drugs, and a spice for a cookie
home, walk the dog, and then head out to dinner...
Stay tuned for more updates because if I don't have some kind of outlet for all of this... Bubba will be walking funny at Christmas because I will have beaten him... then he'll have an excuse for sitting on his backside.
He did manage to order a niece's gift Sunday night.. after I handed him the coupon, showed him the code to use and handed him my store credit card.
thanks honey! I'd never get this done without your assistance!
Off to make another list... it helps - don't judge.
Let's start with Monday...
Up early, met Car Pool Buddy, drive to work, work a full day,
home, let the dog out, unload a basket of clean clothes, refill it with dirty clothes
start the laundry, walk the dog,
write up the last of the Christmas cards, stamp them,
load the dog into the truck,
zip to the post office and mail the cards and a letter,
go back to the lodge, meet up with big cookie order guy,
he gets his stuff, close up the lodge,
go home, unload the dishwasher, make dinner
wash dishes, think about tossing a cookie batter together, forget that idea
Feed Bubba, putz on the computer for 30 minutes, change laundry loads,
let the dog, out, put my daily dose of vitamins in their container along with some breakfast for Tuesday, do my nightly routine, read one page of my book, fall asleep dead the world until...
4:35 AM this morning... got moving at 4:45 AM
Up, moving showered, dog out/ in fed, I had time post hair and make up routine to fold the two loads of laundry I did last night - plus they wouldn't look like we slept in them and since I had 10 minutes...
So, two folded loads of laundry, another in the dryer, (undies they can wrinkle)
Gave the dog her morning meds and love, tossed what I needed in my bag and headed out to the lodge.
Had to scrape my windshield... not happy there.
Got to the lodge, loaded up the cookie orders for the work people, tossed that in the back of the truck
Headed out to meet Car Pool Buddy (CPB) -- waited for him -- wishing for caffeinated beverage,
Drove to work, listened as CPB detailed his equally busy night, thinking of a new house,
Got to work, unloaded the work bag, headed back out to the car to get cookie orders
rebooted my computer... finally got logged on...
I made a list of people I still need Christmas presents for, found out the mall isn't open late tonight,
Made plans for my dinner out, with a swing by the bank for the Ladies' group deposit,
a trip to the grocery story for Bob's drugs, and a spice for a cookie
home, walk the dog, and then head out to dinner...
Stay tuned for more updates because if I don't have some kind of outlet for all of this... Bubba will be walking funny at Christmas because I will have beaten him... then he'll have an excuse for sitting on his backside.
He did manage to order a niece's gift Sunday night.. after I handed him the coupon, showed him the code to use and handed him my store credit card.
thanks honey! I'd never get this done without your assistance!
Off to make another list... it helps - don't judge.
Monday, December 15, 2014
Two weeks later and not much has changed...
I just saw my rant dated 12/1.... I had another one all queued up and ready to go... same topic - two weeks later.
In the intervening two week's time, I have baked, cleaned, done laundry, did dishes, worked a full time job with a commute, attended the company Christmas get together, with a nearly 2 hour drive home, attended a meeting, assisted with a dinner, and dealt with the Girl's group cookie orders... NOT to mention, walking the dog and ensuring she is fed, pilled and generally tended to...
Oh yeah, and hosted a sleep over for 9 girls and one adult, including shopping cookies, icing for said cookies and general house pick up...
Bubba has, gone to work, bitched about my time at the lodge, and went to Ohio to see a hockey game.
Did I mention the gift wrapping and ordering (on line)???
Did I also mention the broken nail at 5:55 AM this morning even because Butt head couldn't put my Easy pass toll hicky-thing back where he got it (in my car)??? And I need it for MY morning commute??? So I had to dig out my key to his car, and dig around his car to where he stashed the damn thing.
No Aunt Ing was NOT! a happy woman this morning.
We are now into the week before Christmas -- to say life is busy -- let's just go with bears and woods and what come naturally... or Shelby on a walk... equal pile of 'stuff'.
Now all my meetings for the year are done -- but I do have a dinner out Tuesday, a hair appointment on Wednesday, 4 more kinds of cookies to make, and gifts to wrap, cookies to parse out to co-workers and have I mentioned the Egg Nog??? I will be chugging that stuff by the time I get around to making it!!!
There is something wrong with me. I took Sunday night off - sort of. I made pizza for dinner, and I managed to wrap 4 gifts. Yeah me. Bubba sat on his ass and did a whole lot of nothing, he napped after his busy weekend away of dining and hockey.
I have to find time to go to a mall and pick up some stuff, a trip to Wally world for a video game, Bubba heaven help me is researching a toy for the niece... My book of lists - have lists. I will sleep -- later.
I will say, the Girl's group sleep over went over without a hitch! I got to see Frozen -- cute Disney movie cannot get what ALL the fuss is about - but hey.
Today at work is the pot luck to-do -- we have to share with the big wigs upstairs -- because we're here in our new non-nondescript office building in Northern VA, instead of there in our previous non-nondescript office building in Northern VA. I was going to just do jarred dip and chips but bagged the whole Costco on Saturday idea with the extra 40 minutes driving to and from in favor of adding to my current shopping list of 4 items at the local store, bringing the grand total to 8 and got the heck home. So, yes, in typical me fashion I over achieved on the pot luck and brought my usual Buffalo Chicken dip. Knowing full well I will have to make it again for New Years for the 'nephew". Frankly it's not that freaking hard... the dog loves when I shred chicken..
All right -- off enjoy the peaceful part of my day... working for a living.
And did I mention the Christmas cards??!?? No he didn't sign a one either.
Whatever...
In the intervening two week's time, I have baked, cleaned, done laundry, did dishes, worked a full time job with a commute, attended the company Christmas get together, with a nearly 2 hour drive home, attended a meeting, assisted with a dinner, and dealt with the Girl's group cookie orders... NOT to mention, walking the dog and ensuring she is fed, pilled and generally tended to...
Oh yeah, and hosted a sleep over for 9 girls and one adult, including shopping cookies, icing for said cookies and general house pick up...
Bubba has, gone to work, bitched about my time at the lodge, and went to Ohio to see a hockey game.
Did I mention the gift wrapping and ordering (on line)???
Did I also mention the broken nail at 5:55 AM this morning even because Butt head couldn't put my Easy pass toll hicky-thing back where he got it (in my car)??? And I need it for MY morning commute??? So I had to dig out my key to his car, and dig around his car to where he stashed the damn thing.
No Aunt Ing was NOT! a happy woman this morning.
We are now into the week before Christmas -- to say life is busy -- let's just go with bears and woods and what come naturally... or Shelby on a walk... equal pile of 'stuff'.
Now all my meetings for the year are done -- but I do have a dinner out Tuesday, a hair appointment on Wednesday, 4 more kinds of cookies to make, and gifts to wrap, cookies to parse out to co-workers and have I mentioned the Egg Nog??? I will be chugging that stuff by the time I get around to making it!!!
There is something wrong with me. I took Sunday night off - sort of. I made pizza for dinner, and I managed to wrap 4 gifts. Yeah me. Bubba sat on his ass and did a whole lot of nothing, he napped after his busy weekend away of dining and hockey.
I have to find time to go to a mall and pick up some stuff, a trip to Wally world for a video game, Bubba heaven help me is researching a toy for the niece... My book of lists - have lists. I will sleep -- later.
I will say, the Girl's group sleep over went over without a hitch! I got to see Frozen -- cute Disney movie cannot get what ALL the fuss is about - but hey.
Today at work is the pot luck to-do -- we have to share with the big wigs upstairs -- because we're here in our new non-nondescript office building in Northern VA, instead of there in our previous non-nondescript office building in Northern VA. I was going to just do jarred dip and chips but bagged the whole Costco on Saturday idea with the extra 40 minutes driving to and from in favor of adding to my current shopping list of 4 items at the local store, bringing the grand total to 8 and got the heck home. So, yes, in typical me fashion I over achieved on the pot luck and brought my usual Buffalo Chicken dip. Knowing full well I will have to make it again for New Years for the 'nephew". Frankly it's not that freaking hard... the dog loves when I shred chicken..
All right -- off enjoy the peaceful part of my day... working for a living.
And did I mention the Christmas cards??!?? No he didn't sign a one either.
Whatever...
Monday, December 1, 2014
Need a vent - we'll get to Thanksgiving later
*cracking knuckles... get ready boys and girls.
Sunday - Sunday -- Sunday... we left Nana's early. Of course for Captain Crankypants -- we left too late -- exactly 30 minutes later than he wanted to. We hit no traffic. We were home in 3.5 hours. hush up already Bubba...
We get home, we unload the car, tend to the dog, get things organized... then ONE of us, loads up the laundry, changes the towels in the bathrooms, begins to pull out the Christmas stuff, and proceeds to place said Christmas stuff about house and home to make it looks like people live there - and at least can pretend to have some Christmas spirit.
WE then go to a place, have lunch, get indigestion watching stupid Steelers football, decide this isn't worth the effort, and head home where... ONE of us continues with said Christmas decorating, laundry and even IRONING the Christmas table cloth - well because it looked like Shelby slept on it without all the dog hair...
I, also, tended to the Ladies' group deposit - the big one after our major dinner, created and printed our holiday return address labels pulled out the Christmas/ holiday cards, finished the laundry with the exception of the load of undies I left in the dryer...
Bubba watched football, had a nap, and then went to the lodge for a show around appointment.
I'm not sure who has it easier, my dog or my husband -- the jury is still out.
Our second rant today -- my in-laws. Apparently they thought we were meeting for dinner Friday - I said we'd call and check in -- I stupidly didn't remind Bubba - we didn't call - I'm sure we are in the dog house again. The funnier thing they call our HOME number - they didn't try either cell that day just home, message and done. If it were me, I'd try all the numbers and ask questions etc.
That entire situation is a nightmare and I want no parts in it. My big fear is something major is going to happen and no one will call us - or we'll get a call when it's really hit the fan and there isn't much we can do other than grab a mop. Bubba will be asleep in the lazy-boy.
I'm off to add to my little book of lists... there is a lot to do, and moving that lump in the chair is NOT one of them. Back to work...
Oh and have I mentioned that my carpool buddy is sick as a dog -- I see at least 2 days driving alone this week -- Karma she's a real bitch.
Sunday - Sunday -- Sunday... we left Nana's early. Of course for Captain Crankypants -- we left too late -- exactly 30 minutes later than he wanted to. We hit no traffic. We were home in 3.5 hours. hush up already Bubba...
We get home, we unload the car, tend to the dog, get things organized... then ONE of us, loads up the laundry, changes the towels in the bathrooms, begins to pull out the Christmas stuff, and proceeds to place said Christmas stuff about house and home to make it looks like people live there - and at least can pretend to have some Christmas spirit.
WE then go to a place, have lunch, get indigestion watching stupid Steelers football, decide this isn't worth the effort, and head home where... ONE of us continues with said Christmas decorating, laundry and even IRONING the Christmas table cloth - well because it looked like Shelby slept on it without all the dog hair...
I, also, tended to the Ladies' group deposit - the big one after our major dinner, created and printed our holiday return address labels pulled out the Christmas/ holiday cards, finished the laundry with the exception of the load of undies I left in the dryer...
Bubba watched football, had a nap, and then went to the lodge for a show around appointment.
I'm not sure who has it easier, my dog or my husband -- the jury is still out.
Our second rant today -- my in-laws. Apparently they thought we were meeting for dinner Friday - I said we'd call and check in -- I stupidly didn't remind Bubba - we didn't call - I'm sure we are in the dog house again. The funnier thing they call our HOME number - they didn't try either cell that day just home, message and done. If it were me, I'd try all the numbers and ask questions etc.
That entire situation is a nightmare and I want no parts in it. My big fear is something major is going to happen and no one will call us - or we'll get a call when it's really hit the fan and there isn't much we can do other than grab a mop. Bubba will be asleep in the lazy-boy.
I'm off to add to my little book of lists... there is a lot to do, and moving that lump in the chair is NOT one of them. Back to work...
Oh and have I mentioned that my carpool buddy is sick as a dog -- I see at least 2 days driving alone this week -- Karma she's a real bitch.
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Bread, Milk and TP -- it's started already
I have documented that I live and work in the wild suburbs of (as Forrest Gump put it) our Nation's Capital* we are not, by any means the snow capital of anything -- except freaking out when the weatherman/woman/person/chicken/whatever... decides to use the "S" word in a forecast.
Like tomorrow, the Wednesday before Thanksgiving -- the HEAVIEST TRAVEL DAY OF THE YEAR... it's going to (whisper) snow! (Insert Kermit the Frog waving his arm in panic --- here)
People around here are from every where, so you get a lot of people who have 1) never seen snow 2) have no clue how to drive in it and 3) completely lose their minds when seeing and/or driving in this mess... AND unlike my hometown area of Western PA - there are not extra good ol' boys with pick up trucks with plows to tend to those pesky back roads and neighborhoods... we have the County Government for that... yeah.
I told Bubba last night we should pack up tonight and head North. Yes, I will be up basically 19-20 hours depending upon when Bubba decides he can finally leave work the place won't collapse without him there -- anyone checked on the Discovery Channel lately -- are they still around? ;-)
ANY...way, Aunt Ing's plan for today is coffee, lots and lots of coffee. Upside its Gingerbread Latte season and there is a buy 5 get one free offer going 'round right now... I have a feeling I will get my free-bee this weekend. :-D Tonight if things really start to hit the fan.
I must also document my busy, busy weekend.... Friday was quiet in the fact I got to go home from work early, but no carpool so I "popped" into HQ and got my Dad the mug he requested, and a little something extra - just in case it wasn't the right mug. They had one on the shelf, he got what they had. So, after tending to that, I drove home, got a coffee, the line at HQ was too long... plus it was a good thing I didn't wait.. I apparently parked in a "medical tag only" space - so good thing I was in and out in under 20 minutes. No Mr. Scary HQ police man... I didn't see that bright orange sign why do you ask? So, headed home, got coffee, enjoyed... walked the dog, got pizza for dinner with an ice cream chaser, read two pages and fell asleep, then woke up, and fell asleep -- it was not a good night. SO -- up early put turkey in the oven - all prepared the night before - and enjoyed the smells of cooking turkey with my cup of morning tea and cinnamon toast, just a little confusing to me and the dog.
Just as I was about to have an argument with the Bubba/ race out the door for my oil change appointment, the turkey gods smiled upon me and the timer popped and life was good. Took old Tom T out of the oven, wrapped him up and pushed him ALL the back on the stove and raced out the door. Arrived a bit late for my appointment but they were so nice, and it was done quickly, I headed home, did laundry, loved the dog, carved the turkey, cleaned up the entire kitchen, and even had some me time. In between all that .. Bubba too was out running "errands" which as near as I can figure included 1) a massage 2) shopping for a new motorcycle (after picking up the $5 part he went there for) and 3) tending to too much oil in his car - which caused an issue of a message on his magical mystery screen stating, "oil overfull, please remove excess oil". At least it was polite. OH yeah and chatting up the service manager on what new features the 2016 models have...
Then we get home, change, and head out to meet friends for dinner, first stopping off at the local (to where we were going) mall to get some fancy coffee for my office mate. Apparently he found this place on his overseas trip and wanted to give some out as gifts... he's a great office mate - happy to oblige. Bummer part was we left WAY too early then had a lot of time to kill walking around the mall, normally not an issue, but I was in girl shoes so my toes weren't happy by the time we headed back to the car... enjoyed a good dinner, walked around happening Bethesda, MD for a bit then headed home.. and really died.
Sunday morning dawned, I slept through it, Bubba got bagels for breakfast, then we raked leaves -- heavens was he grumpy, we got that done, showered and I headed to the lodge, to help get things ready for the big dinner, he arrived, my friend from work, we ate, I cleaned up, made sure we had some left overs and gave some to my buddy, and finally got all cleaned up, and went home and -- yes plopped on the couch and ate cinnamon pecans... hummmm it had been 3 hours since dinner.
Monday dawned - after i got to work - after sleeping in 30 minutes! Yes, it was a quick shower why do you ask?
I got my nails done Monday night, because the nice lady I pay to clean my house asked to switch days - I have no problem with that one. And also I know she lets the dog out -- so I had some time to play with. So, nails done, home, walked Shelby dog, fed her dinner, fed me dinner, talked to Bubba about the above weather situation and then went to a meeting... Tuesday morning was not pretty. But we are here, ready to deal with Captain Crankypants on the way to PA and remember boys and girls -- these are the days made for flavored coffee and are thankful it's on every corner... at this rate I'll be up until Saturday. Stay warm, stay dry and stay out of Bubba's way -- who wants to hear him?
Much love and Happy Thanksgiving - if I don't post before Thursday...
*Admit it you said that line just like Forrest did in the movie -- didn't you???
Like tomorrow, the Wednesday before Thanksgiving -- the HEAVIEST TRAVEL DAY OF THE YEAR... it's going to (whisper) snow! (Insert Kermit the Frog waving his arm in panic --- here)
People around here are from every where, so you get a lot of people who have 1) never seen snow 2) have no clue how to drive in it and 3) completely lose their minds when seeing and/or driving in this mess... AND unlike my hometown area of Western PA - there are not extra good ol' boys with pick up trucks with plows to tend to those pesky back roads and neighborhoods... we have the County Government for that... yeah.
I told Bubba last night we should pack up tonight and head North. Yes, I will be up basically 19-20 hours depending upon when Bubba decides he can finally leave work the place won't collapse without him there -- anyone checked on the Discovery Channel lately -- are they still around? ;-)
ANY...way, Aunt Ing's plan for today is coffee, lots and lots of coffee. Upside its Gingerbread Latte season and there is a buy 5 get one free offer going 'round right now... I have a feeling I will get my free-bee this weekend. :-D Tonight if things really start to hit the fan.
I must also document my busy, busy weekend.... Friday was quiet in the fact I got to go home from work early, but no carpool so I "popped" into HQ and got my Dad the mug he requested, and a little something extra - just in case it wasn't the right mug. They had one on the shelf, he got what they had. So, after tending to that, I drove home, got a coffee, the line at HQ was too long... plus it was a good thing I didn't wait.. I apparently parked in a "medical tag only" space - so good thing I was in and out in under 20 minutes. No Mr. Scary HQ police man... I didn't see that bright orange sign why do you ask? So, headed home, got coffee, enjoyed... walked the dog, got pizza for dinner with an ice cream chaser, read two pages and fell asleep, then woke up, and fell asleep -- it was not a good night. SO -- up early put turkey in the oven - all prepared the night before - and enjoyed the smells of cooking turkey with my cup of morning tea and cinnamon toast, just a little confusing to me and the dog.
Just as I was about to have an argument with the Bubba/ race out the door for my oil change appointment, the turkey gods smiled upon me and the timer popped and life was good. Took old Tom T out of the oven, wrapped him up and pushed him ALL the back on the stove and raced out the door. Arrived a bit late for my appointment but they were so nice, and it was done quickly, I headed home, did laundry, loved the dog, carved the turkey, cleaned up the entire kitchen, and even had some me time. In between all that .. Bubba too was out running "errands" which as near as I can figure included 1) a massage 2) shopping for a new motorcycle (after picking up the $5 part he went there for) and 3) tending to too much oil in his car - which caused an issue of a message on his magical mystery screen stating, "oil overfull, please remove excess oil". At least it was polite. OH yeah and chatting up the service manager on what new features the 2016 models have...
Then we get home, change, and head out to meet friends for dinner, first stopping off at the local (to where we were going) mall to get some fancy coffee for my office mate. Apparently he found this place on his overseas trip and wanted to give some out as gifts... he's a great office mate - happy to oblige. Bummer part was we left WAY too early then had a lot of time to kill walking around the mall, normally not an issue, but I was in girl shoes so my toes weren't happy by the time we headed back to the car... enjoyed a good dinner, walked around happening Bethesda, MD for a bit then headed home.. and really died.
Sunday morning dawned, I slept through it, Bubba got bagels for breakfast, then we raked leaves -- heavens was he grumpy, we got that done, showered and I headed to the lodge, to help get things ready for the big dinner, he arrived, my friend from work, we ate, I cleaned up, made sure we had some left overs and gave some to my buddy, and finally got all cleaned up, and went home and -- yes plopped on the couch and ate cinnamon pecans... hummmm it had been 3 hours since dinner.
Monday dawned - after i got to work - after sleeping in 30 minutes! Yes, it was a quick shower why do you ask?
I got my nails done Monday night, because the nice lady I pay to clean my house asked to switch days - I have no problem with that one. And also I know she lets the dog out -- so I had some time to play with. So, nails done, home, walked Shelby dog, fed her dinner, fed me dinner, talked to Bubba about the above weather situation and then went to a meeting... Tuesday morning was not pretty. But we are here, ready to deal with Captain Crankypants on the way to PA and remember boys and girls -- these are the days made for flavored coffee and are thankful it's on every corner... at this rate I'll be up until Saturday. Stay warm, stay dry and stay out of Bubba's way -- who wants to hear him?
Much love and Happy Thanksgiving - if I don't post before Thursday...
*Admit it you said that line just like Forrest did in the movie -- didn't you???
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Well - this weekend is one for the books...
As previously documented we had a visitors this week into the weekend... Bubba was busy all day Saturday. It was good for me. :-)
I was up early Saturday for some unknown reason, but I got up and got moving figuring our guest also had to get moving, as did Bubba so me up early, showered, I headed to the grocery store. I needed a cheap turkey for the Ladies' group dinner, and in order to get the cheap turkey you had to spend $25. So in a "nice" albeit self-serving gesture I loaded the kid up with some basic groceries and got my turkey.
It has been in the fridge since Saturday morning, it's frozen, it should be defrosted by this coming weekend... Bubba today, Sunday, just noticed that 22 pound turkey in the fridge. I can't make this crap up. Captain Oblivious is he -- and thank goodness some days no?!?
ANY way - got that done, came home, the boys got moving, headed out, I putzed around, and then Dad came back, I entertained him for a bit, Bubba and the son came home, they then decided that they needed to take my car... into DC, loaded with stuff. It was peaceful... good things.
I ran some errands, got color tiles for the Girl's group so we can paint chairs -- I got 2 of the 8 I ordered. I looked up the site, they have one box delivered, 2 more en route and one somewhere... in the wind. Frankly - that is one detail I am not going to deal with.
Saturday night proved a BIG surprise! My neighbors planned a surprise anniversary dinner! At my favorite Italian restaurant. Friends and family surprised us all - we had a great dinner, then a better dessert, because the liquor was free flowing and Aunt Ing enjoyed.
So to bed, then Sunday up too early - first time at 5:30 to work off the charlie horse that came to visit my left leg, then after walking that one off I popped a little, headache-go-away and laid in bed for oh- 15 minutes then went back to the land of the dead... until the alarm went off. We met the in-laws for breakfast.
Now - let me put on my big B hat here... my in-laws brought one of A's brood. I'm sorry but these children are not as cute as my mother in law thinks they are. Now I will say this kid (the only daughter) did manage to sit through dinner, she nearly pushed her bowl of meat sauce off her spaghetti onto the table - paused that, had to move the salt and pepper shaker, after she went after it for a second time, and we moved flowers out of her way... the kid ate bread and salad for dinner. OH yeah and a Shirley Temple.
OK so pumped full of sugar we go to my neighbors for cake and goodies, darling great niece is now chasing the dogs around her house. I was terrified for the china. But to my neighbor's credit she told her those where her extra special plates (her good china) so she had to be extra careful. She was...
They left a bit early as the sugar wore off --- I am again an awful person. I would in no way bring a kid to a party where they weren't expected.... But my darling mother-in-law thinks those darling children are the cat's meow... breakfast Sunday morning was interesting. This kid ate 1/4 of a pancake none of the egg or bacon my mother-in-law ordered... and then darling great niece got cranky when she was told to stop playing with the rest of pancake she wasn't eating... but all children get cranky when they are told they can't do something they want to do.
I just don't understand why she would bring this kid with her? That is a special trip for just one? I frankly would have been less than thrilled if she had brought them all with her... but we now know she only does one at the time... it makes my head hurt to think about it...
ANY way - rant over... GREAT night, great dinner.
Today - today I am a woman possessed... we went to breakfast with the in-laws. Walked them around our super-duper grocery store. They headed home. So did we.
I stripped 3 beds, remade all three, cleaned out the towels and brought that all to the laundry room, I made a favor prototype for my ladies' group that supports the children hospital. That meeting lasted 30 minutes... the inventory and fridge clean out - another hour. I went grocery shopping, didn't need much. I cooked hard boiled eggs for my breakfast at work this week, packed that all up. I have right now all the laundry done, last load of undies in the dryer.
I did the Ladies' Group deposit, and cut checks. I have a request from Paperback swap - found that book, got it all wrapped and ready for a post office run tomorrow. I finished some paperwork for the groups, balanced the Ladies' group checkbook, made a list for stuff to remember this week and now here I sit ready to drop dead. Oh look at the time... Aunt Ing needs to go to bed.
I don't know where this burst of productivity came from - but I like it. I need at least one per week - maybe two. I'll let you know.
Signing off... all this accomplishment has just caught up with me... zzzzz
I was up early Saturday for some unknown reason, but I got up and got moving figuring our guest also had to get moving, as did Bubba so me up early, showered, I headed to the grocery store. I needed a cheap turkey for the Ladies' group dinner, and in order to get the cheap turkey you had to spend $25. So in a "nice" albeit self-serving gesture I loaded the kid up with some basic groceries and got my turkey.
It has been in the fridge since Saturday morning, it's frozen, it should be defrosted by this coming weekend... Bubba today, Sunday, just noticed that 22 pound turkey in the fridge. I can't make this crap up. Captain Oblivious is he -- and thank goodness some days no?!?
ANY way - got that done, came home, the boys got moving, headed out, I putzed around, and then Dad came back, I entertained him for a bit, Bubba and the son came home, they then decided that they needed to take my car... into DC, loaded with stuff. It was peaceful... good things.
I ran some errands, got color tiles for the Girl's group so we can paint chairs -- I got 2 of the 8 I ordered. I looked up the site, they have one box delivered, 2 more en route and one somewhere... in the wind. Frankly - that is one detail I am not going to deal with.
Saturday night proved a BIG surprise! My neighbors planned a surprise anniversary dinner! At my favorite Italian restaurant. Friends and family surprised us all - we had a great dinner, then a better dessert, because the liquor was free flowing and Aunt Ing enjoyed.
So to bed, then Sunday up too early - first time at 5:30 to work off the charlie horse that came to visit my left leg, then after walking that one off I popped a little, headache-go-away and laid in bed for oh- 15 minutes then went back to the land of the dead... until the alarm went off. We met the in-laws for breakfast.
Now - let me put on my big B hat here... my in-laws brought one of A's brood. I'm sorry but these children are not as cute as my mother in law thinks they are. Now I will say this kid (the only daughter) did manage to sit through dinner, she nearly pushed her bowl of meat sauce off her spaghetti onto the table - paused that, had to move the salt and pepper shaker, after she went after it for a second time, and we moved flowers out of her way... the kid ate bread and salad for dinner. OH yeah and a Shirley Temple.
OK so pumped full of sugar we go to my neighbors for cake and goodies, darling great niece is now chasing the dogs around her house. I was terrified for the china. But to my neighbor's credit she told her those where her extra special plates (her good china) so she had to be extra careful. She was...
They left a bit early as the sugar wore off --- I am again an awful person. I would in no way bring a kid to a party where they weren't expected.... But my darling mother-in-law thinks those darling children are the cat's meow... breakfast Sunday morning was interesting. This kid ate 1/4 of a pancake none of the egg or bacon my mother-in-law ordered... and then darling great niece got cranky when she was told to stop playing with the rest of pancake she wasn't eating... but all children get cranky when they are told they can't do something they want to do.
I just don't understand why she would bring this kid with her? That is a special trip for just one? I frankly would have been less than thrilled if she had brought them all with her... but we now know she only does one at the time... it makes my head hurt to think about it...
ANY way - rant over... GREAT night, great dinner.
Today - today I am a woman possessed... we went to breakfast with the in-laws. Walked them around our super-duper grocery store. They headed home. So did we.
I stripped 3 beds, remade all three, cleaned out the towels and brought that all to the laundry room, I made a favor prototype for my ladies' group that supports the children hospital. That meeting lasted 30 minutes... the inventory and fridge clean out - another hour. I went grocery shopping, didn't need much. I cooked hard boiled eggs for my breakfast at work this week, packed that all up. I have right now all the laundry done, last load of undies in the dryer.
I did the Ladies' Group deposit, and cut checks. I have a request from Paperback swap - found that book, got it all wrapped and ready for a post office run tomorrow. I finished some paperwork for the groups, balanced the Ladies' group checkbook, made a list for stuff to remember this week and now here I sit ready to drop dead. Oh look at the time... Aunt Ing needs to go to bed.
I don't know where this burst of productivity came from - but I like it. I need at least one per week - maybe two. I'll let you know.
Signing off... all this accomplishment has just caught up with me... zzzzz
Saturday, November 15, 2014
I need forgiveness...
Or to quote my favorite movie... I am awful, hateful people! I just read on Facebook that an adult who also works with the same girls' group as me got another award. My reaction was *sigh*.
I'm a bad person, I'm sure she's worked very hard for that... I'm sure she's worked very hard to keep her nose firmly implanted into the nether regions of the chief-who-its-in-charge... and now we see why I am such an awful person.
Other side, I don't have to deal with chief-who-its-in-charge in charge, I don't have to deal with 6000 pounds of paper work I'm sure she deals with because I sure as heck don't want to do it. Not to mention I have a full time job -- she doesn't.
Just once I'd like a little, "hey Aunt Ing, good job". Instead I get, you wear the wrong color shirt, and I get that and all my news 3rd hand.
I will admit, I was asked to put the newsletter on line, via email. I sent a 5 page proposal how to do that, set up a schedule. theme for each edition, how to track who paid, email versus regular mail... yeah I over achieved. 6000 percent chance she will see all this and sent it off to one of her minions and it will go no where -- again. Or I could regret every word I am typing here, and she shocks the hell out of me and gives me the darn job.... we shall see....
Whatever...
Big goings-on here at Casa 'de Bubba and Ing... Bubba has a friend from work, that friend has a son who is moving to our area for a job. The original plan was Dad and son were an overnight, they move into his apartment and away we go - I get dinner out of the deal. Well... apartment with buddies fell through, one night turned into three, which turned into a shopping trip, in which Bubba and I dropped $100 for the poor kid, he didn't own a pot, a plate or a drinking glass he now has all that and more. Bubba didn't blink an eye. This morning when I was up early, I got showered and went to the grocery store, I needed a turkey for the Ladies' group dinner, so I went to the store spent $40 bucks on stuff for us, and for the kid, and got my turkey for the cheap price, and after I tell Bubba I get the grumpy face. I don't get it... But nor do I care. :-) Here you go kiddo - frozen pizza and chips and fruits he won't starve this week. After that -- its up to him.
And yet another reason I'm going to fry in hell.
So, they are all down getting the kid all settled in, I am home, enjoying the peace and quiet - but I need to go and get a birthday gift and card for the neighbor - we're heading to our favorite Italian place for dinner... life right now - not bad. Except I have to take Bubba's car to go out and get things done... I will be parking away from everyone - just because.
All right - off to go get things done while I have the house to myself...
maybe drop a prayer for me -- I am an awful person. ;-)
I'm a bad person, I'm sure she's worked very hard for that... I'm sure she's worked very hard to keep her nose firmly implanted into the nether regions of the chief-who-its-in-charge... and now we see why I am such an awful person.
Other side, I don't have to deal with chief-who-its-in-charge in charge, I don't have to deal with 6000 pounds of paper work I'm sure she deals with because I sure as heck don't want to do it. Not to mention I have a full time job -- she doesn't.
Just once I'd like a little, "hey Aunt Ing, good job". Instead I get, you wear the wrong color shirt, and I get that and all my news 3rd hand.
I will admit, I was asked to put the newsletter on line, via email. I sent a 5 page proposal how to do that, set up a schedule. theme for each edition, how to track who paid, email versus regular mail... yeah I over achieved. 6000 percent chance she will see all this and sent it off to one of her minions and it will go no where -- again. Or I could regret every word I am typing here, and she shocks the hell out of me and gives me the darn job.... we shall see....
Whatever...
Big goings-on here at Casa 'de Bubba and Ing... Bubba has a friend from work, that friend has a son who is moving to our area for a job. The original plan was Dad and son were an overnight, they move into his apartment and away we go - I get dinner out of the deal. Well... apartment with buddies fell through, one night turned into three, which turned into a shopping trip, in which Bubba and I dropped $100 for the poor kid, he didn't own a pot, a plate or a drinking glass he now has all that and more. Bubba didn't blink an eye. This morning when I was up early, I got showered and went to the grocery store, I needed a turkey for the Ladies' group dinner, so I went to the store spent $40 bucks on stuff for us, and for the kid, and got my turkey for the cheap price, and after I tell Bubba I get the grumpy face. I don't get it... But nor do I care. :-) Here you go kiddo - frozen pizza and chips and fruits he won't starve this week. After that -- its up to him.
And yet another reason I'm going to fry in hell.
So, they are all down getting the kid all settled in, I am home, enjoying the peace and quiet - but I need to go and get a birthday gift and card for the neighbor - we're heading to our favorite Italian place for dinner... life right now - not bad. Except I have to take Bubba's car to go out and get things done... I will be parking away from everyone - just because.
All right - off to go get things done while I have the house to myself...
maybe drop a prayer for me -- I am an awful person. ;-)
Friday, November 14, 2014
Via - Las Overload...
Yes, I'm home. Yes, we survived. Yes, we over did it.
Basically it was a sprint from 4 AM Saturday morning until our return at 7 AM Tuesday morning. I can say it was a good trip, Bubba wasn't Bubba until we were home, and tired, and didn't cranky pants come out in full form - and since I had less that 4 hours of sleep on an airplane with a crying baby no less Aunt Ing was in NO mood to put up with Captain PITA (pain in the a..) in case you forgot.
Let's start at the beginning, it was better. Up moving and way too early. I can say the greyhound of the skies frankly wasn't as bad as I expected. Honestly in Baltimore they were friendly and helpful and very nice - Vegas, maybe because in Vegas it was 10 PM they weren't as perky.
Flight out was uneventful, for which Aunt Ing is always grateful. We arrived, got to the hotel and was able to check in. AH. Yes, we stayed at the Belliago. It was very nice. They turned down our bed at night, left chocolates on the night stand and generally took wonderful care of us. It was a nice change of pace. :-)
We met up with Bubba's friend from high school, and his wife. Now the friend JM nice guy, funny, in the same industry as me, we can talk. His wife MN, home maker, grown kids, no apparent outside interests. And the women takes HOURS to get ready in the morning. She has that kind of time, me, I'd rather sleep in until 5 than get up at 4 to do my face and clothes. I'm lazy that way. Not to mention what is the big deal when you're home?? Half the time when I was home I didn't bother with a face, and clothes weren't a big decision either. But then again, I don't know her neighborhood, maybe there is a big to do each morning and you have to look your best -- it is California after all.
I digress -- we met up, had lunch, chatted, wandered, found a comedy show Saturday night, and then Aunt Ing died.
Saturday night we came back to our hotel room, to a lovely bouquet of flowers chocolate covered strawberries and a bottle of champagne! From Bubba's friends!! OMG. They made a bigger deal out of our anniversary than we did. The hotel kicked in a box of chocolate truffles as well - so that made up for that chocolate abomination covered fruit. We drank the champagne Sunday night.
Sunday we were up and moving - me a whole lot earlier than I wanted to be but I laid in bed and read.
We walked and ate, and gambled a bit and wandered, then changed clothes and went to "old Vegas" aka Fremont Street, and enjoyed a lovely steak dinner. We got a special dessert plate for our anniversary. It was really nice.
Monday was a bit busier as Bubba wanted to go see Counts Kustom Cars. It's on the History Channel, it make him happy, it really wasn't that big of a deal, I got Bubba a shirt. Happy Anniversary Honey! We had to check out :-( stow our luggage, I even brought my lovely anniversary bouquet home! Monday we ate dinner at a celebrity chef's place - it was great!
No I have to go off on a bit of a grumble here... Bubba's friend's wife MN, frankly is a serious princess. Sunday and Monday she met us for lunch! I quit feeling bad that we made dinner decisions, she grumped over menus, and this, that, and the other perhaps wasn't to her liking... her big lunch decision was the Cheesecake Factor. Now as much as I love my Cheesecake Factor -- I get get that crap at home. I want something I can't do at home -- like celebrity Italian Chef I watch every day on the TV... yeah that pasta was serious good eating... OMG.
ANY way... this was my anniversary, this was my time off - she doesn't work, her kids are grown - you ain't going to ruin my time, because I've stopped worrying about it. Mostly. I mean you want her to have a nice time too... but give a little pumpkin. I also get the impression that she doesn't have to do a lot of that at home... Mama rules that roost.
But again, I didn't let her rain on my parade. Her husband is great and frankly MN has gotten a bit better over the years... so why let them ruin my good time??
We took the red eye home Monday night, thankfully I was pooped enough and full of really good wine that sleeping wasn't too much of an issue. Too much. I figure I got about 3 hours of sleep on that plane. I was smart, put in my night guard and took out my contacts. We got home without issue, got Bubba's car, came home and collected the dog, loved the dog, and promptly laid around like the veggie I felt like. Cleaning lady came and went, we went out to dinner because I wasn't cooking, and got things ready for our house guests.
And no they aren't family... go figure. Bubba has a co-worker whose son is moving to the area, they needed an overnight stop to get things organized so he can move into his new apartment. When the arrived Wednesday night after I was dead to the world in bed, we found out the shared living space had fallen through so now they were on a scramble to find living quarters for the young man. They did that all day yesterday. Apparently I'm going to have a young gentlemen house guest into next week. BFD. I'm up at o-dark early -- Bubba may get drafted into one or two days of driving him to the metro or bus station until he gets the routes figured out. No big deal.
I took time today to make several to-do lists... yep life is back to that. It helps keep the crazy at bay - that and Bubba medicated but they won't let me do that.
All righty - I better pretend to be busy and get things in order. I'm leaving a bit early today because I can, then a massage that I can't wait for, the promise of dinner out, and then the sprint through the weekend to get stuff done, then the sprint through the week, then god help me we're facing Thanksgiving and Christmas... I need a list...
And liquor.
Basically it was a sprint from 4 AM Saturday morning until our return at 7 AM Tuesday morning. I can say it was a good trip, Bubba wasn't Bubba until we were home, and tired, and didn't cranky pants come out in full form - and since I had less that 4 hours of sleep on an airplane with a crying baby no less Aunt Ing was in NO mood to put up with Captain PITA (pain in the a..) in case you forgot.
Let's start at the beginning, it was better. Up moving and way too early. I can say the greyhound of the skies frankly wasn't as bad as I expected. Honestly in Baltimore they were friendly and helpful and very nice - Vegas, maybe because in Vegas it was 10 PM they weren't as perky.
Flight out was uneventful, for which Aunt Ing is always grateful. We arrived, got to the hotel and was able to check in. AH. Yes, we stayed at the Belliago. It was very nice. They turned down our bed at night, left chocolates on the night stand and generally took wonderful care of us. It was a nice change of pace. :-)
We met up with Bubba's friend from high school, and his wife. Now the friend JM nice guy, funny, in the same industry as me, we can talk. His wife MN, home maker, grown kids, no apparent outside interests. And the women takes HOURS to get ready in the morning. She has that kind of time, me, I'd rather sleep in until 5 than get up at 4 to do my face and clothes. I'm lazy that way. Not to mention what is the big deal when you're home?? Half the time when I was home I didn't bother with a face, and clothes weren't a big decision either. But then again, I don't know her neighborhood, maybe there is a big to do each morning and you have to look your best -- it is California after all.
I digress -- we met up, had lunch, chatted, wandered, found a comedy show Saturday night, and then Aunt Ing died.
Saturday night we came back to our hotel room, to a lovely bouquet of flowers chocolate covered strawberries and a bottle of champagne! From Bubba's friends!! OMG. They made a bigger deal out of our anniversary than we did. The hotel kicked in a box of chocolate truffles as well - so that made up for that chocolate abomination covered fruit. We drank the champagne Sunday night.
Sunday we were up and moving - me a whole lot earlier than I wanted to be but I laid in bed and read.
We walked and ate, and gambled a bit and wandered, then changed clothes and went to "old Vegas" aka Fremont Street, and enjoyed a lovely steak dinner. We got a special dessert plate for our anniversary. It was really nice.
Monday was a bit busier as Bubba wanted to go see Counts Kustom Cars. It's on the History Channel, it make him happy, it really wasn't that big of a deal, I got Bubba a shirt. Happy Anniversary Honey! We had to check out :-( stow our luggage, I even brought my lovely anniversary bouquet home! Monday we ate dinner at a celebrity chef's place - it was great!
No I have to go off on a bit of a grumble here... Bubba's friend's wife MN, frankly is a serious princess. Sunday and Monday she met us for lunch! I quit feeling bad that we made dinner decisions, she grumped over menus, and this, that, and the other perhaps wasn't to her liking... her big lunch decision was the Cheesecake Factor. Now as much as I love my Cheesecake Factor -- I get get that crap at home. I want something I can't do at home -- like celebrity Italian Chef I watch every day on the TV... yeah that pasta was serious good eating... OMG.
ANY way... this was my anniversary, this was my time off - she doesn't work, her kids are grown - you ain't going to ruin my time, because I've stopped worrying about it. Mostly. I mean you want her to have a nice time too... but give a little pumpkin. I also get the impression that she doesn't have to do a lot of that at home... Mama rules that roost.
But again, I didn't let her rain on my parade. Her husband is great and frankly MN has gotten a bit better over the years... so why let them ruin my good time??
We took the red eye home Monday night, thankfully I was pooped enough and full of really good wine that sleeping wasn't too much of an issue. Too much. I figure I got about 3 hours of sleep on that plane. I was smart, put in my night guard and took out my contacts. We got home without issue, got Bubba's car, came home and collected the dog, loved the dog, and promptly laid around like the veggie I felt like. Cleaning lady came and went, we went out to dinner because I wasn't cooking, and got things ready for our house guests.
And no they aren't family... go figure. Bubba has a co-worker whose son is moving to the area, they needed an overnight stop to get things organized so he can move into his new apartment. When the arrived Wednesday night after I was dead to the world in bed, we found out the shared living space had fallen through so now they were on a scramble to find living quarters for the young man. They did that all day yesterday. Apparently I'm going to have a young gentlemen house guest into next week. BFD. I'm up at o-dark early -- Bubba may get drafted into one or two days of driving him to the metro or bus station until he gets the routes figured out. No big deal.
I took time today to make several to-do lists... yep life is back to that. It helps keep the crazy at bay - that and Bubba medicated but they won't let me do that.
All righty - I better pretend to be busy and get things in order. I'm leaving a bit early today because I can, then a massage that I can't wait for, the promise of dinner out, and then the sprint through the weekend to get stuff done, then the sprint through the week, then god help me we're facing Thanksgiving and Christmas... I need a list...
And liquor.
Friday, November 7, 2014
Week 2 back - I made it.
Sweet Mary and the saints above me... another long week. I documented Monday... Tuesday and Wednesday were the same day, and then Thursday - a meeting in DC... dear God in heaven above what was I thinking agreeing to do this????
Let me 'splain... 1) it rained 2) in DC when anything falls from the sky people lose VAST amounts of IQ points -- all the ones that involve driving. 3) There was an accident on the beltway - headed the way I needed to go to the meeting 4) Rush hour starts at 3 PM and ends about 8-9 ish depending upon how much and what flavor of crap is falling from the sky...
To sum up - traffic sucked.
I decided to go a different way to avoid said accident and subsequent 4 mile plus back up -- I stopped at every blessed red light from my house to down town DC - oh and did I mention the mile long moguls course of non-paved (to repave) roads? Oh yeah baby, between the divots to China and the Mt. Fuji of raised manhole covers.. Aunt Ing had herself one heck of a good time trying to to die or kill those around her... And she's got no one to blame but herself.
When they announced that the meeting night was the same one as the National Christmas Tree lighting -- Aunt Ing said there was no way on any planet she was making that meeting. Oh heck no!! Traffic X 30 with people walking everywhere... no no no... just because they say it's tourist season doesn't mean I would get away with mowing down a few who can't figure out that bright red hand means get off the road so I can go -- you know with my bright GREEN light...
Road Rage? Whatever do mean? Decaf -- people please.
Where was I?
Oh yeah today is Friday, normally that would be cause for happiness, and in this case is should be as I'm off Monday and Tuesday - but as usual in Aunt Ing's world there is a wrinkle. Of course its name is Bubba. We are going to Vegas for the weekend, I am telling everyone of course this is for our 25th wedding anniversary. Not real sure if Bubba thinks so -- but it's working for me so we'll go with that. And D-Nile is a river is Egypt.
So... of course it somehow falls to me to get all things done before we go. And of course my darling husband tosses every roadblock into my to-do list possible. My goals for today are get nails done, pack, get Shelby's stuff packed and letter printed for neighbors. Bubba has graciously added go to bank and get cash, and pick up his Lilly white fanny from the car dealership the Bubba uber-mobile needs to go in for something, I'm sure its as mundane as an oil change but with that car I'm sure there is some chanting or incense that must go along with gently stroking of its bumper and soothing words being said over the engine in German. Or Not.
So - three days in Vegas with Bubba and his high school buddy, and his wife. Cold be worse. It could be just us. ;-) I'll document when I get back....
All right off to go make a list - and another... ans say a small prayer we manage to get through tonight-- with out killing each other. Happy 25th Anniversary honey-bun!
Yeah I ain't buying that either... where is the bar?
Let me 'splain... 1) it rained 2) in DC when anything falls from the sky people lose VAST amounts of IQ points -- all the ones that involve driving. 3) There was an accident on the beltway - headed the way I needed to go to the meeting 4) Rush hour starts at 3 PM and ends about 8-9 ish depending upon how much and what flavor of crap is falling from the sky...
To sum up - traffic sucked.
I decided to go a different way to avoid said accident and subsequent 4 mile plus back up -- I stopped at every blessed red light from my house to down town DC - oh and did I mention the mile long moguls course of non-paved (to repave) roads? Oh yeah baby, between the divots to China and the Mt. Fuji of raised manhole covers.. Aunt Ing had herself one heck of a good time trying to to die or kill those around her... And she's got no one to blame but herself.
When they announced that the meeting night was the same one as the National Christmas Tree lighting -- Aunt Ing said there was no way on any planet she was making that meeting. Oh heck no!! Traffic X 30 with people walking everywhere... no no no... just because they say it's tourist season doesn't mean I would get away with mowing down a few who can't figure out that bright red hand means get off the road so I can go -- you know with my bright GREEN light...
Road Rage? Whatever do mean? Decaf -- people please.
Where was I?
Oh yeah today is Friday, normally that would be cause for happiness, and in this case is should be as I'm off Monday and Tuesday - but as usual in Aunt Ing's world there is a wrinkle. Of course its name is Bubba. We are going to Vegas for the weekend, I am telling everyone of course this is for our 25th wedding anniversary. Not real sure if Bubba thinks so -- but it's working for me so we'll go with that. And D-Nile is a river is Egypt.
So... of course it somehow falls to me to get all things done before we go. And of course my darling husband tosses every roadblock into my to-do list possible. My goals for today are get nails done, pack, get Shelby's stuff packed and letter printed for neighbors. Bubba has graciously added go to bank and get cash, and pick up his Lilly white fanny from the car dealership the Bubba uber-mobile needs to go in for something, I'm sure its as mundane as an oil change but with that car I'm sure there is some chanting or incense that must go along with gently stroking of its bumper and soothing words being said over the engine in German. Or Not.
So - three days in Vegas with Bubba and his high school buddy, and his wife. Cold be worse. It could be just us. ;-) I'll document when I get back....
All right off to go make a list - and another... ans say a small prayer we manage to get through tonight-- with out killing each other. Happy 25th Anniversary honey-bun!
Yeah I ain't buying that either... where is the bar?
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Opps I did it again...
And no I didn't do it in a micro-mini and knee socks - a-la Brittney Spears (Google that one Nana).
This story will require a bit of background... I am the adult advisor to my local girl's group. You've heard me lament about this group before... I am here for the kids - the adults in the State wide part of this organization can frankly go pound sand.
They have similar feelings about me.
Generally I keep my head down, do my job and since my girls continue to grow, win most prizes in the annual memorization contests and generally follow the rules and get things done... they don't say much. Basically we keep out of each other's way and it works...
Now flash back to July, where I wore my PA Girls Group "relocated" shirt to the National convention - it wore it to Alumni night! I am a Pennsylvania Alum! Apparently MONTHS later they are still talking about it... get over yourselves.
It gets mentioned again and I'm never wearing the yellow Maryland version again...PA Blue all the way baby!!
ANY way... in that span of time we were granted a chunk of money from the men group of MD. We were told to submit proposals on how we would spend our allotted cash. I sent in three proposals - one for an on-line professional media campaign, two for a car service to help get kids from point A to point B around the DC Suburb traffic nightmares and 3 for new chairs that make up part of our meeting room... guess which one we were granted? Yep - we get new chairs! It's fine.
So when we were handed the check, the MD Chick leader told everyone that thank you notes were a MUST! So since I was home on the last leg of medical leave I banged out a thank you note, took it to the girls at one of our meetings, had them sign it as well and mailed it off. And didn't I email a copy to our MD Chick leader as well! She actually replied thanking me for getting that done. color me amazed in the fact she NEVER replies to me!
OK so fast forward, Head Guy of Men group has his secretary call me, asks all kinds of questions like, where we meet, when we meet, what time do we meet, how long are the meetings... oh crap.
I warn the girls - possible high and mighty visitor at our next meeting, we must be in skirts! Yikes!
Fast forward to yesterday -- call on cell phone -- need to confirm that we are meeting tonight. Gulp. Yep - we are, yes same place and time. And darn-it didn't Mr. Head Guy of MD Men group show up to our meeting last night. And he couldn't have been nicer!! The girls did a great job - I brought cake and milk, and we had ourselves one heck of a regular meeting last night!!
Now to the part where I poked the bear a bit... (insert evil grin here)... I made sure pictures were taken with Mr. Big Shot - with the girls and of course I posted them on Facebook... yes I did. Tee, hee hee...
And in a moment to toot my own horn -- Mr. Big Shot said the reason he made the effort to come down and see the girls is because of the thank you we sent. So if I get flack about it -- that will be my response -- I did what you told me to do, thank the big man for the money. So there.
Did I mention I wore PA Blue last night??? Yeah I did. But I didn't get in the picture -- that would have been self serving just a bit too much. They give me more flack about crap-ola... Ace in the hole is PA Blue. LOL
Now off to find unpainted chairs within the budgeted amount ... and get them on order that way the promised pics to the Mr. Big Shot will be sent. Poke, Poke Poke to the bear...
It's wrong to giggle like a teenager like that right? Yeah I thought so... snort, ahem. Nope not giggling.. not me... hee hee, ahem...
I'm so bad...
This story will require a bit of background... I am the adult advisor to my local girl's group. You've heard me lament about this group before... I am here for the kids - the adults in the State wide part of this organization can frankly go pound sand.
They have similar feelings about me.
Generally I keep my head down, do my job and since my girls continue to grow, win most prizes in the annual memorization contests and generally follow the rules and get things done... they don't say much. Basically we keep out of each other's way and it works...
Now flash back to July, where I wore my PA Girls Group "relocated" shirt to the National convention - it wore it to Alumni night! I am a Pennsylvania Alum! Apparently MONTHS later they are still talking about it... get over yourselves.
It gets mentioned again and I'm never wearing the yellow Maryland version again...PA Blue all the way baby!!
ANY way... in that span of time we were granted a chunk of money from the men group of MD. We were told to submit proposals on how we would spend our allotted cash. I sent in three proposals - one for an on-line professional media campaign, two for a car service to help get kids from point A to point B around the DC Suburb traffic nightmares and 3 for new chairs that make up part of our meeting room... guess which one we were granted? Yep - we get new chairs! It's fine.
So when we were handed the check, the MD Chick leader told everyone that thank you notes were a MUST! So since I was home on the last leg of medical leave I banged out a thank you note, took it to the girls at one of our meetings, had them sign it as well and mailed it off. And didn't I email a copy to our MD Chick leader as well! She actually replied thanking me for getting that done. color me amazed in the fact she NEVER replies to me!
OK so fast forward, Head Guy of Men group has his secretary call me, asks all kinds of questions like, where we meet, when we meet, what time do we meet, how long are the meetings... oh crap.
I warn the girls - possible high and mighty visitor at our next meeting, we must be in skirts! Yikes!
Fast forward to yesterday -- call on cell phone -- need to confirm that we are meeting tonight. Gulp. Yep - we are, yes same place and time. And darn-it didn't Mr. Head Guy of MD Men group show up to our meeting last night. And he couldn't have been nicer!! The girls did a great job - I brought cake and milk, and we had ourselves one heck of a regular meeting last night!!
Now to the part where I poked the bear a bit... (insert evil grin here)... I made sure pictures were taken with Mr. Big Shot - with the girls and of course I posted them on Facebook... yes I did. Tee, hee hee...
And in a moment to toot my own horn -- Mr. Big Shot said the reason he made the effort to come down and see the girls is because of the thank you we sent. So if I get flack about it -- that will be my response -- I did what you told me to do, thank the big man for the money. So there.
Did I mention I wore PA Blue last night??? Yeah I did. But I didn't get in the picture -- that would have been self serving just a bit too much. They give me more flack about crap-ola... Ace in the hole is PA Blue. LOL
Now off to find unpainted chairs within the budgeted amount ... and get them on order that way the promised pics to the Mr. Big Shot will be sent. Poke, Poke Poke to the bear...
It's wrong to giggle like a teenager like that right? Yeah I thought so... snort, ahem. Nope not giggling.. not me... hee hee, ahem...
I'm so bad...
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Gee Bubba thanks for THAT bit of advice...
My darling life partner came home Monday night and proceeded to inform me of the "new thing" he heard about on the radio... employers were checking Facebook... Shocking I know.
Now as I looked at darling Bubba and smirked - "really? Color me surprised" (insert snark font here)
He apparently missed the said snark tone, facial expression and body language that was all but shouting "No #$%^ Captain Obvious" ... he went on to explain to me how people who hold government clearances needed to be careful about what they posted on Facebook, and how employers are checking and on and on.... still NOT noting the look of complete un-surprise and 'tell me something I don't already know' coming from his beloved spousal unit... (aka ME). Finally I out and out just said -- "Yeah hon, I know.... there is nothing on Facebook that causes me any heartburn. For crying out loud WTHeck do you think I put up there??"
Of course THAT was the wrong question - because then began the inquisition of anything about me anything about his family (citing blog) which I told him was gone... and if there becomes an issue - the other blog will disappear (I have backups). But he continued - to go on and on for the better part of 5 minutes admonishing me on all of this... I finally put my foot down and said - I'm friends with both my parents, my brother, AND your sister and niece... not to mention a fair number of young ladies with whom I am supposed to be an "advisor". Not to mention the fact - where in my day to day life am I doing/saying/ eating/ drinking anything that I couldn't put up for public consumption that would bother me? Or anyone else for that matter... I mean really.
HE STILL KEPT TALKING.... so I finally said "do you seriously think that those darling Rainbow girls the main reason I'm on Facebook not to mention your sister or other mutual friends wouldn't react or say something to you if there were bizarre pictures or comments up on Facebook???
And I quote, "Yeah my sister would tell me if something was up"
Insert forehead directly into palm... repeat until the pain fades into black...
Cripes. I can't make this crap up - I so desperately want to shake him bodily and say "YOU ARE NOT RIGHT ALL THE TIME -- NO MATTER WHAT YOUR PEA BRAIN THINKS".
But we all know that ain't seeping in - so we continue with our mantra... "I will not do well in jail... "
In other news...
We have made it to Thursday -- it ain't Friday be we're getting closer. Wednesday I was so tired I hated myself and everyone around me. Tuesday was a long, long day. I had a good day - at a nerd conference all day learned lots of good things, then came home dealt with Bubba changed into a long white dress and headed off to the Ladies Group meeting - state WIDE meeting. Now I already missed the dinner before (shucks darn) and managed to arrive a mere 30 minutes before the meeting started - they wanted everyone there if not for dinner, then at least 1 hour before hand... yeah... not so much.
I remembered by 3 lines, managed not to screw that up, and basically fought to stay awake for the rest of the night. I disappeared as soon as 9/10's of the room was cleaned up, I can't lift that much yet - so I did what I could then quietly disappeared.
Best part - I pulled into the driveway and there was MY dog waiting for me by the open door. Yes Miss Shelby is now mine - she was sitting by the door and perked up when I pulled in. I loved her lots, changed my clothes and went to bed... what felt like 10 minutes later -- that @#$%^ alarm went off and back on the hamster wheel I went.
OK enough for today... off to pretend to be productive...
Now as I looked at darling Bubba and smirked - "really? Color me surprised" (insert snark font here)
He apparently missed the said snark tone, facial expression and body language that was all but shouting "No #$%^ Captain Obvious" ... he went on to explain to me how people who hold government clearances needed to be careful about what they posted on Facebook, and how employers are checking and on and on.... still NOT noting the look of complete un-surprise and 'tell me something I don't already know' coming from his beloved spousal unit... (aka ME). Finally I out and out just said -- "Yeah hon, I know.... there is nothing on Facebook that causes me any heartburn. For crying out loud WTHeck do you think I put up there??"
Of course THAT was the wrong question - because then began the inquisition of anything about me anything about his family (citing blog) which I told him was gone... and if there becomes an issue - the other blog will disappear (I have backups). But he continued - to go on and on for the better part of 5 minutes admonishing me on all of this... I finally put my foot down and said - I'm friends with both my parents, my brother, AND your sister and niece... not to mention a fair number of young ladies with whom I am supposed to be an "advisor". Not to mention the fact - where in my day to day life am I doing/saying/ eating/ drinking anything that I couldn't put up for public consumption that would bother me? Or anyone else for that matter... I mean really.
HE STILL KEPT TALKING.... so I finally said "do you seriously think that those darling Rainbow girls the main reason I'm on Facebook not to mention your sister or other mutual friends wouldn't react or say something to you if there were bizarre pictures or comments up on Facebook???
And I quote, "Yeah my sister would tell me if something was up"
Insert forehead directly into palm... repeat until the pain fades into black...
Cripes. I can't make this crap up - I so desperately want to shake him bodily and say "YOU ARE NOT RIGHT ALL THE TIME -- NO MATTER WHAT YOUR PEA BRAIN THINKS".
But we all know that ain't seeping in - so we continue with our mantra... "I will not do well in jail... "
In other news...
We have made it to Thursday -- it ain't Friday be we're getting closer. Wednesday I was so tired I hated myself and everyone around me. Tuesday was a long, long day. I had a good day - at a nerd conference all day learned lots of good things, then came home dealt with Bubba changed into a long white dress and headed off to the Ladies Group meeting - state WIDE meeting. Now I already missed the dinner before (shucks darn) and managed to arrive a mere 30 minutes before the meeting started - they wanted everyone there if not for dinner, then at least 1 hour before hand... yeah... not so much.
I remembered by 3 lines, managed not to screw that up, and basically fought to stay awake for the rest of the night. I disappeared as soon as 9/10's of the room was cleaned up, I can't lift that much yet - so I did what I could then quietly disappeared.
Best part - I pulled into the driveway and there was MY dog waiting for me by the open door. Yes Miss Shelby is now mine - she was sitting by the door and perked up when I pulled in. I loved her lots, changed my clothes and went to bed... what felt like 10 minutes later -- that @#$%^ alarm went off and back on the hamster wheel I went.
OK enough for today... off to pretend to be productive...
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Sticks Vs. Tub
Now before you think I've finally gone over the edge with some bizarre bathing ritual... nope. I'm fine, relatively speaking. I had the strangest argument with my beloved.... over butter. Yes butter. My husband who thinks the kitchen is a part of the house where dirty dishes go stood in our kitchen arguing with me about butter.
The problem? It did not come in the form he was used to, in plastic tub. I kid you not. He stood in the kitchen arguing with me that we always have non-butter-chemical-crud in a tub. No, no, darling. We haven't have that crap in this house in YEARS! I buy butter in a tub. Butter. It's better for you. He till stood in the kitchen and told me what I bought and what we've eaten.... um yeah. Do I need to remind you who shops, cooks and deals with all those wonderfully magical machines in the kitchen. I'll give you a hint - it ain't Bubba.
He ate what we had, regular butter, in stick form, at room temperature so the argument wasn't about the ability to spread it - it was the container. I can't make this crap up. How simple would your life be if the only thing you had to whine about was the shape of your butter? Of course in Bubba land, since he's always right, he knows that the crap in the tub was NOT the same stuff as was sitting in front of him in rectangular form. Oh the great tragedy.
In order to save one's sanity from this kind of idiot-ocity... I left the kitchen. Remember our mantra boys and girls -- I will not do well in jail, I will not do well in jail -- you cannot lie well enough to the police.... ohmmmmm ohmmmmm
Life will get simpler/ tougher next week. We are back to work, I am up at 0-OMG-dark early and off to work. There will not be that most precious time for Bubba to tell me what he thinks I should be doing all day -- because he's still sleeping when I leave. THEN by the time he gets home I will be so dead tired, anything he says to me will fall on dead ears. ... feel the freedom from stupid arguments over the shape of one's butter.
I did notice something this week, Thursday I was out and about, and it was a good thing. Wednesday and Friday I sat around like a blob. I like busy better. Remind me of that stupid statement about Thursday next week when my fanny is dragging about 1/4 off the ground.
All right, signing off for a Saturday morning... enjoy your butter - in whatever form you happen to like.
The problem? It did not come in the form he was used to, in plastic tub. I kid you not. He stood in the kitchen arguing with me that we always have non-butter-chemical-crud in a tub. No, no, darling. We haven't have that crap in this house in YEARS! I buy butter in a tub. Butter. It's better for you. He till stood in the kitchen and told me what I bought and what we've eaten.... um yeah. Do I need to remind you who shops, cooks and deals with all those wonderfully magical machines in the kitchen. I'll give you a hint - it ain't Bubba.
He ate what we had, regular butter, in stick form, at room temperature so the argument wasn't about the ability to spread it - it was the container. I can't make this crap up. How simple would your life be if the only thing you had to whine about was the shape of your butter? Of course in Bubba land, since he's always right, he knows that the crap in the tub was NOT the same stuff as was sitting in front of him in rectangular form. Oh the great tragedy.
In order to save one's sanity from this kind of idiot-ocity... I left the kitchen. Remember our mantra boys and girls -- I will not do well in jail, I will not do well in jail -- you cannot lie well enough to the police.... ohmmmmm ohmmmmm
Life will get simpler/ tougher next week. We are back to work, I am up at 0-OMG-dark early and off to work. There will not be that most precious time for Bubba to tell me what he thinks I should be doing all day -- because he's still sleeping when I leave. THEN by the time he gets home I will be so dead tired, anything he says to me will fall on dead ears. ... feel the freedom from stupid arguments over the shape of one's butter.
I did notice something this week, Thursday I was out and about, and it was a good thing. Wednesday and Friday I sat around like a blob. I like busy better. Remind me of that stupid statement about Thursday next week when my fanny is dragging about 1/4 off the ground.
All right, signing off for a Saturday morning... enjoy your butter - in whatever form you happen to like.
Monday, October 20, 2014
Yep... been home long enough
I can now say that indeed I have been home long enough; Bubba my darling husband finds it necessary to leave a list each morning of things he believes I should be doing... Then he yells at me for driving from one end of town to the other...
Make up my freaking mind either I'm on medical leave or I'm home sitting on my backside!
I have to retell the story of Saturday night, you simply cannot give my husband more than two choices... it's like some kind of brain freeze happens and he can't make up his freaking mind. First we go to dinner, I was gone all day as was he, off riding Lulu and that made for happiness on both sides of the couch. We go have Mexican, now this place is all about choices, I get a taco, simple basic done. My darling husband has choices, taco, burrito, enchilada, four kinds of meat, toppings, etc, etc, etc... needless to say this take a while. He finally makes a decision, the starts asking questions... heaven help me. I have learned not to say anything... it just leads to a fight, and really not in the mood for a public display of foolishness.
We get through dinner - no worries there. I realize that Saturday was a very busy day, I was tired. Post dinner we head to the big, cool grocery store, needed something to finish dinner for Sunday night - at 8:30 PM after a very busy day for me... my husband decided he wanted to shop. Yeah... so we wander and he looks and I wonder how long we will indeed be in this store. Now he has decided that he wants to see the bulk candy aisle. Now I know I'm in big trouble, an entire aisle of nothing but choices, chocolate, sweets, tart... I kid you not that he walked around from one end to the other and around the center set up for 10 minutes... yes I timed it. We all have our little techniques in order not to be the newest member of Orange is the New Black. (about a women's prison for those not in the know) ... the chant that I will not do well in prison isn't working because well, I've been home and not working for 2 weeks... I found a way to entertain myself.
So after 10 solid minutes of wandering about, so many choices... he finally grabs a bag, and I kid you not - another 6 minutes go by while he wanders and makes his oh so careful selections. Rare gems, coins, it's freaking candy. Pick what you like and get this over with... I mean seriously. 20 minutes on candy.
Sunday was a much more enjoyable day - we got up and moving, we went with friends to our favorite Cajun place in VA. Kitchen was a little slow but otherwise a great brunch. A lovely day to drive over the river, and enjoy someone elses company.
We are now down to one week left in my medical leave, the week I return will be seriously long, and I cap it off with a long day with 7 hours of driving to and from the Eastern Shore of Maryland. It will be a long a$$ day.. I plan to bring reading material. And maybe asking the doctor for a method to have caffiene in a constant drip... but that would probably have a need for needles and frankly I've had enough.
Final story of the weekend, Sunday morning, Bubba gets up, and hits the shower, I was already up and had let Shelby out and fed her breakfast. Post Bubba getting his morning routine complete it was my turn. Post my morning routine, I came downstairs, took a sniff - and yep. Shelby present in the laundry room. Now I can't blame the dog, I would lay good money she tried to get Bubba's attention, but he was on the computer - work related, and he has the ability to focus on ONE thing at the time. So, I get a bag, clean things up, toss the rug in the washer with some other things and get rid of the evidence, it makes for a more peaceful morning, for all of us.
All righty then --- off to pretend this is going to be a productive day. I may just spend it reading. Oh wait I will, I have a week to finish 8 books for my conference next week. Yikes.
Make up my freaking mind either I'm on medical leave or I'm home sitting on my backside!
I have to retell the story of Saturday night, you simply cannot give my husband more than two choices... it's like some kind of brain freeze happens and he can't make up his freaking mind. First we go to dinner, I was gone all day as was he, off riding Lulu and that made for happiness on both sides of the couch. We go have Mexican, now this place is all about choices, I get a taco, simple basic done. My darling husband has choices, taco, burrito, enchilada, four kinds of meat, toppings, etc, etc, etc... needless to say this take a while. He finally makes a decision, the starts asking questions... heaven help me. I have learned not to say anything... it just leads to a fight, and really not in the mood for a public display of foolishness.
We get through dinner - no worries there. I realize that Saturday was a very busy day, I was tired. Post dinner we head to the big, cool grocery store, needed something to finish dinner for Sunday night - at 8:30 PM after a very busy day for me... my husband decided he wanted to shop. Yeah... so we wander and he looks and I wonder how long we will indeed be in this store. Now he has decided that he wants to see the bulk candy aisle. Now I know I'm in big trouble, an entire aisle of nothing but choices, chocolate, sweets, tart... I kid you not that he walked around from one end to the other and around the center set up for 10 minutes... yes I timed it. We all have our little techniques in order not to be the newest member of Orange is the New Black. (about a women's prison for those not in the know) ... the chant that I will not do well in prison isn't working because well, I've been home and not working for 2 weeks... I found a way to entertain myself.
So after 10 solid minutes of wandering about, so many choices... he finally grabs a bag, and I kid you not - another 6 minutes go by while he wanders and makes his oh so careful selections. Rare gems, coins, it's freaking candy. Pick what you like and get this over with... I mean seriously. 20 minutes on candy.
Sunday was a much more enjoyable day - we got up and moving, we went with friends to our favorite Cajun place in VA. Kitchen was a little slow but otherwise a great brunch. A lovely day to drive over the river, and enjoy someone elses company.
We are now down to one week left in my medical leave, the week I return will be seriously long, and I cap it off with a long day with 7 hours of driving to and from the Eastern Shore of Maryland. It will be a long a$$ day.. I plan to bring reading material. And maybe asking the doctor for a method to have caffiene in a constant drip... but that would probably have a need for needles and frankly I've had enough.
Final story of the weekend, Sunday morning, Bubba gets up, and hits the shower, I was already up and had let Shelby out and fed her breakfast. Post Bubba getting his morning routine complete it was my turn. Post my morning routine, I came downstairs, took a sniff - and yep. Shelby present in the laundry room. Now I can't blame the dog, I would lay good money she tried to get Bubba's attention, but he was on the computer - work related, and he has the ability to focus on ONE thing at the time. So, I get a bag, clean things up, toss the rug in the washer with some other things and get rid of the evidence, it makes for a more peaceful morning, for all of us.
All righty then --- off to pretend this is going to be a productive day. I may just spend it reading. Oh wait I will, I have a week to finish 8 books for my conference next week. Yikes.
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Day 3 stuck at home...
It rained today... all freaking day. It was a good day in the fact that I didn't have to go anywhere, not that I could. Dinner was uneventful... from the freezer and nuked up.
My darling husband is confused a to why I am home all day. I swear he spends his lunch hour thinking up BS stuff for me to do while I'm home. Today's stupid task was calling the bank to ask what are the ATM fee rules....
I did get all the bills and other checkbook related paperwork done yesterday. That while have a doctor's appointment and a good time outing for a coffee fix and some mindless shopping. Of course I fell dead asleep by 10 PM last night.
Today I read an entire book, on my life of homework. Now I have to get the rest of them from the library - and remember my darn PIN... I figure I will have to call the library tomorrow.
I figure I may pop out on Friday afternoon, I need stamps, and to get some stuff in the mail. I have a Girl's event on Saturday. I have some logistics to work out... that will go out on email...
Life is exciting isn't it??
All right-y... off to sit around and do a whole lot of nothing. Still.
My darling husband is confused a to why I am home all day. I swear he spends his lunch hour thinking up BS stuff for me to do while I'm home. Today's stupid task was calling the bank to ask what are the ATM fee rules....
I did get all the bills and other checkbook related paperwork done yesterday. That while have a doctor's appointment and a good time outing for a coffee fix and some mindless shopping. Of course I fell dead asleep by 10 PM last night.
Today I read an entire book, on my life of homework. Now I have to get the rest of them from the library - and remember my darn PIN... I figure I will have to call the library tomorrow.
I figure I may pop out on Friday afternoon, I need stamps, and to get some stuff in the mail. I have a Girl's event on Saturday. I have some logistics to work out... that will go out on email...
Life is exciting isn't it??
All right-y... off to sit around and do a whole lot of nothing. Still.
Monday, October 13, 2014
Something to said for being stuck at home...
I am alive and well, surgery a week ago Friday was uneventful -- for me. My family, well let's just say there was a lot of sitting around waiting for me to wake up.
You've think by now they would be used this. Certainly all the cranky comments from my beloved husband are any indication - he is - he just isn't happy about doing it. :-)
We all survived, Nana and Pap were here for a week, we ate well, things were tended, and I didn't lift a finger except to ask for something. More evidence I'm coming back as a trophy wife or my dog... frankly my dog would require less maintenance and fewer uncomfortable shoes.
I digress... I am home alone, with Shelby who is also enjoying the day, she's napping off the weekend.
Yes, one week post-op I pack up and head to back to PA, for not one but two events... both of which were less stressful then the build up indicated. First was my in-laws "50th" wedding anniversary. Nice resturant, private room, and a good dinner. My husband... well dealing with his family is a test he never likes to deal with; and the grumbling that accompanied the build up and the trip were completely unnecessary. One question to ponder how does one celebrate an anniversary when there was a gap in which there was divorce papers, and a second marriage and divorce. I guess we aren't counting those... and based upon discussion with the darling husband this is a topic we are not permitted to discuss in in-law company. Eat, drink, and hush up.
Frankly it was a complete non-event. The only thing is of course - I can't keep my yap shut. Neice with 4 kids was telling her half sister D (the one with a future) a story in which she argued in public place, with her mother and sister-in-law which resulted into and I quote "thew my kids dinner all over her F----ing ass - chicken fingers and french fries went flying." After the second f-bomb I told my neice that this was not the time or place for that story. And it wasn't - especially with the language. This was a party - complain about your in-laws privately... like I do. On -line.
It was a good dinner, can't say this family are lively conversationalist... but then again, we don't have that much in common with these folks but all in all a nice dinner. Late night. Probably not such a great idea a week post-op but it was what it was.
Sunday we got moving of sorts, enjoyed breakfast out, and headed to my brother's new home... let's just say thing now and get it over with; my sister in-law W (you remember her she was the reason we had to change blogs...) well darling princess W now has her castle. My poor brother. Nice house, a good place for the girls to play, hang out without overtaking the living room. He took some abuse because he couldn't pull up the football game Sunday... considering the score - and what we heard on the radio -- we didn't miss much.
Frankly, considering we missed W's family at K's party - it started an hour after we left, it was a good thing, I was fading fast. Who starts a party at 5 PM on Sunday?? Darling Bubba had to work today and frankly that was too much day for me. I was sound asleep for the first hour on the PA Turnpike. I was tired. Went to bed and died last night, and it is my plan to take today off. Mostly, I have a lady's group meeting, I'll go to that. My MD Mom is coming to get me because I know darling butthead will in no way be able to get home in time to take me... and the grumpy-ness that will come with - not worth the effort.
I do have on bone to pick with my brother... you don't like the gift Mom gave you - don't be a prick about it... I thought he was a bit grumpy. And very much like my husband, which is why he won't have another surprise gift in his life... pick out what you want Bubba and Aunt Ing will put a bow on it. I hope I am a better gift receiver, even if I don't like something. (Off soap box)
Back to the title... good day to be home, it cool, raining and its the perfect day to be home, in my comfy jammy pants, t-shirt and not dealing with anyone else. Up side the neighbor stopped by, got a card from my work friends, nice to be thought of. AND my girls (most likely one adult) sent me a lovely fruit basket with a pretty plant on it. Very nice, of course I posted on facebook. thanked the girls, will thank the adult with credit card when I find out who it is.
All righty -- off to consider my lunch options. Later - we have time this week... and next.
Have I mentioned that daytime TV isn't all it's cracked up to be???
Later
You've think by now they would be used this. Certainly all the cranky comments from my beloved husband are any indication - he is - he just isn't happy about doing it. :-)
We all survived, Nana and Pap were here for a week, we ate well, things were tended, and I didn't lift a finger except to ask for something. More evidence I'm coming back as a trophy wife or my dog... frankly my dog would require less maintenance and fewer uncomfortable shoes.
I digress... I am home alone, with Shelby who is also enjoying the day, she's napping off the weekend.
Yes, one week post-op I pack up and head to back to PA, for not one but two events... both of which were less stressful then the build up indicated. First was my in-laws "50th" wedding anniversary. Nice resturant, private room, and a good dinner. My husband... well dealing with his family is a test he never likes to deal with; and the grumbling that accompanied the build up and the trip were completely unnecessary. One question to ponder how does one celebrate an anniversary when there was a gap in which there was divorce papers, and a second marriage and divorce. I guess we aren't counting those... and based upon discussion with the darling husband this is a topic we are not permitted to discuss in in-law company. Eat, drink, and hush up.
Frankly it was a complete non-event. The only thing is of course - I can't keep my yap shut. Neice with 4 kids was telling her half sister D (the one with a future) a story in which she argued in public place, with her mother and sister-in-law which resulted into and I quote "thew my kids dinner all over her F----ing ass - chicken fingers and french fries went flying." After the second f-bomb I told my neice that this was not the time or place for that story. And it wasn't - especially with the language. This was a party - complain about your in-laws privately... like I do. On -line.
It was a good dinner, can't say this family are lively conversationalist... but then again, we don't have that much in common with these folks but all in all a nice dinner. Late night. Probably not such a great idea a week post-op but it was what it was.
Sunday we got moving of sorts, enjoyed breakfast out, and headed to my brother's new home... let's just say thing now and get it over with; my sister in-law W (you remember her she was the reason we had to change blogs...) well darling princess W now has her castle. My poor brother. Nice house, a good place for the girls to play, hang out without overtaking the living room. He took some abuse because he couldn't pull up the football game Sunday... considering the score - and what we heard on the radio -- we didn't miss much.
Frankly, considering we missed W's family at K's party - it started an hour after we left, it was a good thing, I was fading fast. Who starts a party at 5 PM on Sunday?? Darling Bubba had to work today and frankly that was too much day for me. I was sound asleep for the first hour on the PA Turnpike. I was tired. Went to bed and died last night, and it is my plan to take today off. Mostly, I have a lady's group meeting, I'll go to that. My MD Mom is coming to get me because I know darling butthead will in no way be able to get home in time to take me... and the grumpy-ness that will come with - not worth the effort.
I do have on bone to pick with my brother... you don't like the gift Mom gave you - don't be a prick about it... I thought he was a bit grumpy. And very much like my husband, which is why he won't have another surprise gift in his life... pick out what you want Bubba and Aunt Ing will put a bow on it. I hope I am a better gift receiver, even if I don't like something. (Off soap box)
Back to the title... good day to be home, it cool, raining and its the perfect day to be home, in my comfy jammy pants, t-shirt and not dealing with anyone else. Up side the neighbor stopped by, got a card from my work friends, nice to be thought of. AND my girls (most likely one adult) sent me a lovely fruit basket with a pretty plant on it. Very nice, of course I posted on facebook. thanked the girls, will thank the adult with credit card when I find out who it is.
All righty -- off to consider my lunch options. Later - we have time this week... and next.
Have I mentioned that daytime TV isn't all it's cracked up to be???
Later
Thursday, October 2, 2014
25 years... 1 weekend and 2 minutes...
I'm going to start this post with song lyrics... it's from the play Rent.
Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty five thousand moments so dear
Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
Five hundred twenty five thousand moments so dear
Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets
In midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
In five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, a year in the life?
In midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
In five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, a year in the life?
This past weekend I went back to my college - Slippery Rock University. (yes, really - go google it)
The drastic changes on campus weren't such a shock as Bubba and I had gone back last year for his 25th reunion.. but this year with it being my 25th, spending the day with the two women who made that expereince all it was... brought me back to so many emotions.
99% of them were good memories, we had a great day, we laughed, we talked, we remembered all the stupid things you do in college... and then at the end of that day - we hugged, and parted ways. That is when the 1% kicked in. We live far apart, but thankfully in this digital age we can stay in touch fairly easily. We can update each other on major milestones in our lives... but I can't hop in my car drive down the street and see them. I can't take a sugar and water to them when life was handing them lemons, and yet, it is as if those years didn't go by so quickly, we remembered, shared, laughed, loved and it was as if we'd seen each other just last month. (well in one case it was a few weeks -- but still) ;-)
I don't know why I got so emotional on Sunday. I got that way on Saturday night but I was too tired from the day to give in - I just went to bed. Sunday driving home from PA, I just lost it. Freaked Bubba out, but good. I couldn't explain to him why I was such a mess, I just was... it's a chick thing deal; get over it. Read your book and let me have my moment.
I did, it passed, I've gotten up and gone to work and managed to lead a productive life.
But Wednesday for some reason (medical panic brain I think) I got this post started and felt those emotions again. Perhaps because those college years were good, a very small apartment, Moms providing regular groceries, the rare cooked meal, the size or two smaller pants, then on the other size of that coin... with 25 more years under my belt, heaven help me I think I'm smarter, wiser.
I do know that I am not the twit I was then -- some of the decisions I made were idiotic. But you live through them, or go around them and look back and say -- cripes with the heck WAS I thinking??? LOL
So today, remember a friend you haven't seen in a while, drop them a note, be it digital or the old fashioned kind. Just to say you're thinking of them, remember something great and put those positive vibes out into the world... we can all use them.
Stay tuned - later today we'll detail medical panic brain's entrance into my day, and Bubba's response to the in-law invasion...
(see not all navel gazing...)
I don't know why I got so emotional on Sunday. I got that way on Saturday night but I was too tired from the day to give in - I just went to bed. Sunday driving home from PA, I just lost it. Freaked Bubba out, but good. I couldn't explain to him why I was such a mess, I just was... it's a chick thing deal; get over it. Read your book and let me have my moment.
I did, it passed, I've gotten up and gone to work and managed to lead a productive life.
But Wednesday for some reason (medical panic brain I think) I got this post started and felt those emotions again. Perhaps because those college years were good, a very small apartment, Moms providing regular groceries, the rare cooked meal, the size or two smaller pants, then on the other size of that coin... with 25 more years under my belt, heaven help me I think I'm smarter, wiser.
I do know that I am not the twit I was then -- some of the decisions I made were idiotic. But you live through them, or go around them and look back and say -- cripes with the heck WAS I thinking??? LOL
So today, remember a friend you haven't seen in a while, drop them a note, be it digital or the old fashioned kind. Just to say you're thinking of them, remember something great and put those positive vibes out into the world... we can all use them.
Stay tuned - later today we'll detail medical panic brain's entrance into my day, and Bubba's response to the in-law invasion...
(see not all navel gazing...)
Monday, September 29, 2014
Humble apologies...
Yes it's been a while, yes life has been busy, but it's just a matter of making the time to set down thoughts and other blatherings about life in general.
I am going to try and make the commitment to documenting daily life as I know it. Of course some days it's "get up, way too farting early, go to work, come home, walk the dog, make dinner, and fall into bed and start the entire cycle over again... but along the way I think we can find little gems of moments to document among the electrons... then again.
So, what's been happening...
After the 'vacation' that was our girls weekend, and frankly, with a nap, a drink and a months time it wasn't so bad... it's herding cats, on sugar, laced with crack. But really if you ignore the whining and have a little wine - worked out just fine. Really. The twitching has almost stopped.
Now the fun part post girl's beach weekend was I got home Thursday, had a meeting that afternoon, and my husband decided to go home to PA - without me - to ride motorcycles with his brother in law; he left Friday morning. I wished him well, told him to be careful, ensuring the life insurance bill had indeed cleared the bank and enjoyed a second Bubba free weekend. This one at home, with the dog, and my two new friends, peace and quiet.
He arrived home to PA and back to MD, safe, sound and happy. He had also made plans... plans with HIS family. I know! Now let me preface this by saying if I had come up with idiotic idea my husband of nearly 25 years would have bitched and complained until I was ready to murder both of us! But because this was HIS idea... home girl had a free pass to simply smile and say nothing. A strategy I used frequently and often...
His plan?? A one day trip, with an over night to VA Beach with his family, with the niece who had a two day pass from her Army training. Yes, boys and girls, his plan was on Saturday of LABOR DAY WEEKEND, to get up drive to VA beach, spend the day on the beach, stay over night have breakfast Sunday morning and drive back to Maryland... I still don't know what they spiked his drink with and they won't share!
We did it -- up o-dark-early. Packed us and the dog who was going next door for some quality time with the neighbors, she was very confused when our bags went in one car, and hers stayed at home. But as Shelby is want to do -- one cookie and all is forgotten until she is home alone for a bit. The neighbors take good care of her, and we do the same when we have their little bundle of fluff.
We stop for breakfast, Waffle house of course, enjoy breakfast, and are still way ahead of the rest of the family because -- surprise -- the Army has their own way of doing things. We later found out they had to inspect the car that the darling solider was about to ride in, and then gave her the all clear to head out -- she did not however, have permission to drive anywhere. Now let that sink in, a minute, here you can shoot this gun, we will run you until you drop and then run some more but you can't drive your own personal vehicle, and we must over-check your family.
Well... Bubba and I get to the beach, we find a place to park, ensure that the other half of the family can park there too, we unload, change into bathing suits and head to the beach. We enjoy about an hour or so of just us, on a very crowded beach, then as Bubba puts it.... "the Griswalds do VA Beach." Direct quote.
They arrived, on the beach, with blankets... that's it. They also hadn't eaten at all that day... so we unpack our good spot, haul our stuff to the pizza joint, enjoy lunch. Then they go shopping, chairs, hats, and in one case a bathing suit. We haul all this stuff back to the beach, renegotiate out spot on the sand and sit, play in the water, enjoy the peace, Bubba and the niece go off para sailing... we leave the beach late, drive forever to the hotel -- booked by the sister d' Bubba so he can't complain when it done to his satisfaction. We unload the car, we shower, we dress, we find this hole in the wall place, we finally get to eat dinner about 8 PM. Post dinner, we fell into bed and died. Well I did.
The fun part was Sunday morning Bubba finds this complete hole-in-wall place for breakfast. It was good food - but the atmosphere was not up to his Mama's standards. The lack of A/C was an issue. She ate and went and sat in the car...
We said our good-byes, drove home to meet up with my folks - already at the house. We introduced them to PF Changs... Chinese food will never be the same again for them. (which was proven the next time they were down).
Aunt Ing's folks left Labor Day Monday for VA Beach (no the irony is not lost on me) for the annual Shriner's week of old people on the beach, capped off with a big parade.
Bob and I passed through Mom and Dad's place the following weekend as it was our vacation to the wilds of Western PA... now what should have been a mellow, lovely, unplugged, week was mellow (parts) lovely, (as that part of the world is), and had several parts where my darling husband was trying to kill me.... let me 'splain.
He took his motorcycle up to camp, I followed in the 'support' vehicle; i.e. my car, packed with suitcases, and supplies for the week - oh and Shelby! It was a longer trip because we didn't take the major highways... we took minor highways...
Now I'm sure you are wondering where the part of my husband trying to kill me comes in - after all I am not on a two wheel things without air bags and dashboards... well I was until Monday. After riding up to Mom's on Friday, up to camp on Sunday, riding all day with brother-in-law R and later in the day friend T -- he gets me on the back of the bike. I have his sister's helmet. I put on his kevlar jacket. I get on Lulu and immediately begin to pray to every deity I know - and maybe a few I made up on the spot. We do all right - up to the top of the hill, we keep going, we keep going, all the way into town. We decide to go for ice cream, the close place is close, in a fit of stupidity on my part, we go 7 miles down the highway - and get our ice cream, we head back. Now I will say we're doing all right, I'm hanging on for dear life - every time a truck goes by I begin muttering to those dieties again but I think I'm doing all right. I figure short rides I would survive, but nothing of any length as frankly this was the most uncomfortable riding position known to man kind.
We hit the turn to the smaller road, heading back to camp and..... down we go. Hit gravel, took the tires out from under us... I didn't know we were going down until I was bouncing off pavement. Helmet and elbow too the brunt - along with Lulu's saddlebags and windshield. People stopped helped to right the bike, and because it was more than 3 miles back to camp -- I got back on the damn thing. I got a scraped up elbow, Bubba's was also bloodied and scraped up - he just had on long sleeves. I wouldn't have gotten as scraped as I did if Bubba's jacket had fit better... alas.
No I haven't been back on her. The trip home was even more white knuckling because now I knew what could happen first hand and it didn't make for happiness...
More later -- I have a trip to Slippery Rock to document and my emotional meltdown on the way home -- great way to freak out the husband.
I am going to try and make the commitment to documenting daily life as I know it. Of course some days it's "get up, way too farting early, go to work, come home, walk the dog, make dinner, and fall into bed and start the entire cycle over again... but along the way I think we can find little gems of moments to document among the electrons... then again.
So, what's been happening...
After the 'vacation' that was our girls weekend, and frankly, with a nap, a drink and a months time it wasn't so bad... it's herding cats, on sugar, laced with crack. But really if you ignore the whining and have a little wine - worked out just fine. Really. The twitching has almost stopped.
Now the fun part post girl's beach weekend was I got home Thursday, had a meeting that afternoon, and my husband decided to go home to PA - without me - to ride motorcycles with his brother in law; he left Friday morning. I wished him well, told him to be careful, ensuring the life insurance bill had indeed cleared the bank and enjoyed a second Bubba free weekend. This one at home, with the dog, and my two new friends, peace and quiet.
He arrived home to PA and back to MD, safe, sound and happy. He had also made plans... plans with HIS family. I know! Now let me preface this by saying if I had come up with idiotic idea my husband of nearly 25 years would have bitched and complained until I was ready to murder both of us! But because this was HIS idea... home girl had a free pass to simply smile and say nothing. A strategy I used frequently and often...
His plan?? A one day trip, with an over night to VA Beach with his family, with the niece who had a two day pass from her Army training. Yes, boys and girls, his plan was on Saturday of LABOR DAY WEEKEND, to get up drive to VA beach, spend the day on the beach, stay over night have breakfast Sunday morning and drive back to Maryland... I still don't know what they spiked his drink with and they won't share!
We did it -- up o-dark-early. Packed us and the dog who was going next door for some quality time with the neighbors, she was very confused when our bags went in one car, and hers stayed at home. But as Shelby is want to do -- one cookie and all is forgotten until she is home alone for a bit. The neighbors take good care of her, and we do the same when we have their little bundle of fluff.
We stop for breakfast, Waffle house of course, enjoy breakfast, and are still way ahead of the rest of the family because -- surprise -- the Army has their own way of doing things. We later found out they had to inspect the car that the darling solider was about to ride in, and then gave her the all clear to head out -- she did not however, have permission to drive anywhere. Now let that sink in, a minute, here you can shoot this gun, we will run you until you drop and then run some more but you can't drive your own personal vehicle, and we must over-check your family.
Well... Bubba and I get to the beach, we find a place to park, ensure that the other half of the family can park there too, we unload, change into bathing suits and head to the beach. We enjoy about an hour or so of just us, on a very crowded beach, then as Bubba puts it.... "the Griswalds do VA Beach." Direct quote.
They arrived, on the beach, with blankets... that's it. They also hadn't eaten at all that day... so we unpack our good spot, haul our stuff to the pizza joint, enjoy lunch. Then they go shopping, chairs, hats, and in one case a bathing suit. We haul all this stuff back to the beach, renegotiate out spot on the sand and sit, play in the water, enjoy the peace, Bubba and the niece go off para sailing... we leave the beach late, drive forever to the hotel -- booked by the sister d' Bubba so he can't complain when it done to his satisfaction. We unload the car, we shower, we dress, we find this hole in the wall place, we finally get to eat dinner about 8 PM. Post dinner, we fell into bed and died. Well I did.
The fun part was Sunday morning Bubba finds this complete hole-in-wall place for breakfast. It was good food - but the atmosphere was not up to his Mama's standards. The lack of A/C was an issue. She ate and went and sat in the car...
We said our good-byes, drove home to meet up with my folks - already at the house. We introduced them to PF Changs... Chinese food will never be the same again for them. (which was proven the next time they were down).
Aunt Ing's folks left Labor Day Monday for VA Beach (no the irony is not lost on me) for the annual Shriner's week of old people on the beach, capped off with a big parade.
Bob and I passed through Mom and Dad's place the following weekend as it was our vacation to the wilds of Western PA... now what should have been a mellow, lovely, unplugged, week was mellow (parts) lovely, (as that part of the world is), and had several parts where my darling husband was trying to kill me.... let me 'splain.
He took his motorcycle up to camp, I followed in the 'support' vehicle; i.e. my car, packed with suitcases, and supplies for the week - oh and Shelby! It was a longer trip because we didn't take the major highways... we took minor highways...
Now I'm sure you are wondering where the part of my husband trying to kill me comes in - after all I am not on a two wheel things without air bags and dashboards... well I was until Monday. After riding up to Mom's on Friday, up to camp on Sunday, riding all day with brother-in-law R and later in the day friend T -- he gets me on the back of the bike. I have his sister's helmet. I put on his kevlar jacket. I get on Lulu and immediately begin to pray to every deity I know - and maybe a few I made up on the spot. We do all right - up to the top of the hill, we keep going, we keep going, all the way into town. We decide to go for ice cream, the close place is close, in a fit of stupidity on my part, we go 7 miles down the highway - and get our ice cream, we head back. Now I will say we're doing all right, I'm hanging on for dear life - every time a truck goes by I begin muttering to those dieties again but I think I'm doing all right. I figure short rides I would survive, but nothing of any length as frankly this was the most uncomfortable riding position known to man kind.
We hit the turn to the smaller road, heading back to camp and..... down we go. Hit gravel, took the tires out from under us... I didn't know we were going down until I was bouncing off pavement. Helmet and elbow too the brunt - along with Lulu's saddlebags and windshield. People stopped helped to right the bike, and because it was more than 3 miles back to camp -- I got back on the damn thing. I got a scraped up elbow, Bubba's was also bloodied and scraped up - he just had on long sleeves. I wouldn't have gotten as scraped as I did if Bubba's jacket had fit better... alas.
No I haven't been back on her. The trip home was even more white knuckling because now I knew what could happen first hand and it didn't make for happiness...
More later -- I have a trip to Slippery Rock to document and my emotional meltdown on the way home -- great way to freak out the husband.
Awake since 3:15 this morning...
Yes, you read that right, 3:15 in the AM... like the middle of the darn night even. Please don't ask me why after all we didn't stop for 10 minutes all freaking weekend... (details on that coming later) but I think I know what's happening.
We are D-4 days until I go back under the knife. The Plastic Surgeon or as I like to call her "Ms. Second Base" (Because yes, she gets to second base every time I see her)... promises that this surgery is less dramatic than last one. It's freaking out patient! In and out the same day - which screws up my medical leave.. but we'll make do.
But I think medical panic brain decided sleep was over rated and I needed to be awake and enjoying the somber buzz-saw sounds of my beloved husband... After laying there enjoying the vibrations of his nightly chorus of saw-logging..I got up, popped an Advil and went into another room book in hand.
I read, figured one of two things would happen, I would fall asleep or the alarm would go off... guess which one occurred?? Yeah if you read the title you already know. We have let the tea bags seep extra long this morning. I've fat fingered all 4 passwords this morning, at least twice and I am beginning to question my ability to be polite later into the day.
I was up early, had time to make myself a piece of toast before I left the house, shared with the dog, and first morning in forever Mr. Carpool was late... he had a minor mishap this morning that required a shirt change. So here I sit at work, the Gov Boss is being held up with his usual duties due to a computer system change over, that was supposed to be done a week ago but things are still hung... yeah.
I have things to finish before end of the day Thursday, I'm losing half of the day Wednesday due to doctor's appointments and a lunch out, and here I sit typing here... mainly because I'm not real interested in what I have to finish... I'll get to it. I'll need something to keep my brain busy post lunch... because I could be in big trouble if I don't keep moving.
All righty - stay tuned for the post I started last week, documenting the month of August and another with all the details of this past weekend.
I am going to go be productive for 10 minutes then check back in here...
Something tells me I won't be seeing 3:15 tomorrow morning... and if I do there will not be general happiness (like there was so much THIS morning... NOT).
(Forgive the grammar and typos... I tried to double check) Maybe I'll just disappear in an empty office and nap for a bit after lunch. :-)
We are D-4 days until I go back under the knife. The Plastic Surgeon or as I like to call her "Ms. Second Base" (Because yes, she gets to second base every time I see her)... promises that this surgery is less dramatic than last one. It's freaking out patient! In and out the same day - which screws up my medical leave.. but we'll make do.
But I think medical panic brain decided sleep was over rated and I needed to be awake and enjoying the somber buzz-saw sounds of my beloved husband... After laying there enjoying the vibrations of his nightly chorus of saw-logging..I got up, popped an Advil and went into another room book in hand.
I read, figured one of two things would happen, I would fall asleep or the alarm would go off... guess which one occurred?? Yeah if you read the title you already know. We have let the tea bags seep extra long this morning. I've fat fingered all 4 passwords this morning, at least twice and I am beginning to question my ability to be polite later into the day.
I was up early, had time to make myself a piece of toast before I left the house, shared with the dog, and first morning in forever Mr. Carpool was late... he had a minor mishap this morning that required a shirt change. So here I sit at work, the Gov Boss is being held up with his usual duties due to a computer system change over, that was supposed to be done a week ago but things are still hung... yeah.
I have things to finish before end of the day Thursday, I'm losing half of the day Wednesday due to doctor's appointments and a lunch out, and here I sit typing here... mainly because I'm not real interested in what I have to finish... I'll get to it. I'll need something to keep my brain busy post lunch... because I could be in big trouble if I don't keep moving.
All righty - stay tuned for the post I started last week, documenting the month of August and another with all the details of this past weekend.
I am going to go be productive for 10 minutes then check back in here...
Something tells me I won't be seeing 3:15 tomorrow morning... and if I do there will not be general happiness (like there was so much THIS morning... NOT).
(Forgive the grammar and typos... I tried to double check) Maybe I'll just disappear in an empty office and nap for a bit after lunch. :-)
Friday, August 15, 2014
Brother have I got some stories for you....
Life hit fast forward after my last post and today it finally hit pause. I went from the surprise party for the old folks - to the National Convention for the Girls group - to a new office, with LOTS of new fun issues, to a 4.5 day trip with Mom, Sis, and ALL THREE of the nieces - ages 7, 7, and 11.
I am burnt, burnt out, and beginning to question my life -- seriously.
Let's start the way - way back machine.... last we posted it was T-3.5 hours... hit frappe and boy did we have a party....
Mom, Bubba, Shelby and I met Pap aka the The Clown doing his clown thing, he was hot, tired, and over worked. We bailed him out at 3:30, don't tell anyone but when he got home he had an ice cold beer before he took off all his make up... it was just us and Shelby didn't mind.
So we get him showered, tended and happy, I change into my 'party' clothes - that sparks a whole discussion - "should I wear t his - is this all right? Are you overdressed?" Tell me how does one answer these questions short of "this is what I brought!" And don't shout (THESE ARE YOUR FRIENDS!) Remember they didn't know anyone but the family was coming....
Add to this mix, that I had to walk my poor tired pup (remember we took her to the festival with us) around for the better part of 20 minutes to kill enough time to allow everyone to arrive... in the mean time darling Bubba was dealing with parental units who were dancing the "We're late" jig and were fully prepared to leave without me and Bubba!! Finally got the all clear from a sibling who finally answered his/her phone/texts... etc... So I load up the dog so she can nap - (she would need the rest of the invasion after dinner)
Happy to report - it was a big surprise, a good party and it lasted WELL into the night. Yours truly drank too much, head hit pillow and that was all she wrote until I got a small cold nose greeting the next morning... I was pooped!
Good news is parents were surprised, it went off without a hitch (mostly) and the siblings and I enjoyed favorite children status for at least a few days...
Yeah...
Then Bubba, Shelby and I load up and head home, as Pap had to don a dress and heels in full, fabulous make up (I'm told) and do a drag show the next day... I'm guessing his deodorant worked overtime that day... he probably could have made one salty cocktail with the gin he sweated out that day... Pot/Kettle here as the rum was free flowing in me... ouch.
Should have kept drinking.. but alas I had to unpack one bag, and re-pack it for the next leg of my journey... National Convention of the Girl's Group - in lovely - not so safe - Baltimore Maryland, were hotels are pricey and the price to park is a cardiac-event inducing. I arrive as everyone was pulling out to attend the banquet -- didn't miss much there. Plus they posted most of the 'entertainment' on Facebook. Added to the comments that people had dessert before some got dinner - sounded like a well organized affair... kinda like the whole disastrous week...
Now if you were an outsider looking in, things seemed to run, fairly smoothly... think duck... all grace and float on the upside but underneath he's paddling like mad -- well in this case, add 3 more paddles, in different directions and the duck on the other side of the pond is trying to be queen of the pond while directing the paddles underneath the duck on the water...
I arrive Sunday - I am in a nice quiet hotel room alone. I get one text meeting tonight after banquet will advise of room. OK fine I expected that. Next text DO NOT go to bed until I talk to you. Didn't expect that one... but OK. Next text, Meeting in 10 minutes room 315. I head over, I'm in shorts didn't care - everyone else in red ball gowns as they have just come from the banquet. Wandered around looking for room 315, then I got another text meeting in room 321. OK I look around found 321 but no one else.. then *Ting* Room 350. Do I need to say that NONE of these rooms were remotely close to each other?? Of course not. And other than what time to show up tomorrow morning there frankly wasn't a great deal of useful information. A wasted hour of my life - that was the easy part of my week. I wandered back to my hotel and got to enjoy 90 minutes "Oh the troubles we have seen, they were mean to us, and we did it all no one else is doing anything." I let everyone vent and spew and and smiled and said, "Why are you surprised??" I wasn't. We got through all that, I had to show up the next day early, the kids and folks who had been there got to sleep in, Monday - day was peaceful.
Monday night -- it hit the fan -- THREE of my girls apparently came to the convention, slept in hotel beds -- with head lice. To say I have NO experience with this particular right of childhood is - well an understatement. I was fully prepared to 'man-up' and get shampoo and move on with our convention. Apparently when Mom found out (the kid's mom) they were ordered home, and Dad came and gathered up all three and home they went. While I was sad they had to go because they did all the work and didn't get to the fun part... on the other hand I now didn't have to deal with shampooing and washing girls of bugs...
I can say every time I scratched my head I freaked out a little -- and I did stop by the minute clinic on the way home just to get checked out. I was critter free but still bought the shampoo to be on the safe side... I felt better when it was all said and done.
I went to work Thursday and Friday that week - I still don't know why...
I worked another full week, where I discovered, to my horror that not only is my commute longer, with more tolls, I suddenly became the conference room queen. We don't have any --- we went from 3 rooms with telecom technology to none-zero-zippo.... the ONE conference room we were promised was opened to the world A WEEK before we moved into this new building.... the "front office" (read big deals who don't give a rat's be-hind) said they didn't know we needed it... seriously pumpkin???
There was a great deal of money being spent to move us from point A to point B and you didn't know we were coming and that we would need conference room space. My carpool buddy who has daily standing meetings, now much maintain a spreadsheet to determine based upon the date and time what floor and conference room he is in... yeah.
Now our gov management has claimed that they have raised a fuss... we have seen zero action so I think their position is basically "suck it up buttercup".
So we do....
Back with part 2... back to the beach ... with 2 more... help me
I am burnt, burnt out, and beginning to question my life -- seriously.
Let's start the way - way back machine.... last we posted it was T-3.5 hours... hit frappe and boy did we have a party....
Mom, Bubba, Shelby and I met Pap aka the The Clown doing his clown thing, he was hot, tired, and over worked. We bailed him out at 3:30, don't tell anyone but when he got home he had an ice cold beer before he took off all his make up... it was just us and Shelby didn't mind.
So we get him showered, tended and happy, I change into my 'party' clothes - that sparks a whole discussion - "should I wear t his - is this all right? Are you overdressed?" Tell me how does one answer these questions short of "this is what I brought!" And don't shout (THESE ARE YOUR FRIENDS!) Remember they didn't know anyone but the family was coming....
Add to this mix, that I had to walk my poor tired pup (remember we took her to the festival with us) around for the better part of 20 minutes to kill enough time to allow everyone to arrive... in the mean time darling Bubba was dealing with parental units who were dancing the "We're late" jig and were fully prepared to leave without me and Bubba!! Finally got the all clear from a sibling who finally answered his/her phone/texts... etc... So I load up the dog so she can nap - (she would need the rest of the invasion after dinner)
Happy to report - it was a big surprise, a good party and it lasted WELL into the night. Yours truly drank too much, head hit pillow and that was all she wrote until I got a small cold nose greeting the next morning... I was pooped!
Good news is parents were surprised, it went off without a hitch (mostly) and the siblings and I enjoyed favorite children status for at least a few days...
Yeah...
Then Bubba, Shelby and I load up and head home, as Pap had to don a dress and heels in full, fabulous make up (I'm told) and do a drag show the next day... I'm guessing his deodorant worked overtime that day... he probably could have made one salty cocktail with the gin he sweated out that day... Pot/Kettle here as the rum was free flowing in me... ouch.
Should have kept drinking.. but alas I had to unpack one bag, and re-pack it for the next leg of my journey... National Convention of the Girl's Group - in lovely - not so safe - Baltimore Maryland, were hotels are pricey and the price to park is a cardiac-event inducing. I arrive as everyone was pulling out to attend the banquet -- didn't miss much there. Plus they posted most of the 'entertainment' on Facebook. Added to the comments that people had dessert before some got dinner - sounded like a well organized affair... kinda like the whole disastrous week...
Now if you were an outsider looking in, things seemed to run, fairly smoothly... think duck... all grace and float on the upside but underneath he's paddling like mad -- well in this case, add 3 more paddles, in different directions and the duck on the other side of the pond is trying to be queen of the pond while directing the paddles underneath the duck on the water...
I arrive Sunday - I am in a nice quiet hotel room alone. I get one text meeting tonight after banquet will advise of room. OK fine I expected that. Next text DO NOT go to bed until I talk to you. Didn't expect that one... but OK. Next text, Meeting in 10 minutes room 315. I head over, I'm in shorts didn't care - everyone else in red ball gowns as they have just come from the banquet. Wandered around looking for room 315, then I got another text meeting in room 321. OK I look around found 321 but no one else.. then *Ting* Room 350. Do I need to say that NONE of these rooms were remotely close to each other?? Of course not. And other than what time to show up tomorrow morning there frankly wasn't a great deal of useful information. A wasted hour of my life - that was the easy part of my week. I wandered back to my hotel and got to enjoy 90 minutes "Oh the troubles we have seen, they were mean to us, and we did it all no one else is doing anything." I let everyone vent and spew and and smiled and said, "Why are you surprised??" I wasn't. We got through all that, I had to show up the next day early, the kids and folks who had been there got to sleep in, Monday - day was peaceful.
Monday night -- it hit the fan -- THREE of my girls apparently came to the convention, slept in hotel beds -- with head lice. To say I have NO experience with this particular right of childhood is - well an understatement. I was fully prepared to 'man-up' and get shampoo and move on with our convention. Apparently when Mom found out (the kid's mom) they were ordered home, and Dad came and gathered up all three and home they went. While I was sad they had to go because they did all the work and didn't get to the fun part... on the other hand I now didn't have to deal with shampooing and washing girls of bugs...
I can say every time I scratched my head I freaked out a little -- and I did stop by the minute clinic on the way home just to get checked out. I was critter free but still bought the shampoo to be on the safe side... I felt better when it was all said and done.
I went to work Thursday and Friday that week - I still don't know why...
I worked another full week, where I discovered, to my horror that not only is my commute longer, with more tolls, I suddenly became the conference room queen. We don't have any --- we went from 3 rooms with telecom technology to none-zero-zippo.... the ONE conference room we were promised was opened to the world A WEEK before we moved into this new building.... the "front office" (read big deals who don't give a rat's be-hind) said they didn't know we needed it... seriously pumpkin???
There was a great deal of money being spent to move us from point A to point B and you didn't know we were coming and that we would need conference room space. My carpool buddy who has daily standing meetings, now much maintain a spreadsheet to determine based upon the date and time what floor and conference room he is in... yeah.
Now our gov management has claimed that they have raised a fuss... we have seen zero action so I think their position is basically "suck it up buttercup".
So we do....
Back with part 2... back to the beach ... with 2 more... help me
Saturday, July 26, 2014
The final count down...
T- 3.5 hours -- check back and we will detail the plans, the execution or lack thereof tonight.
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
I need some good news...
Or maybe I just have to stop watching The News - the world is falling apart and here I sit wondering what is my role in the ever faster unraveling of the toilet paper roll we all live on...
And wasn't that one bizarre run on sentence??
Its Wednesday --- it's; as they say; hump Daaay -- but I'm feeling the hump and not much else.
Bubba has been traveling for the past two weeks, it was supposed to be a week and change.... but work pulled him back to the land of hockey and maple syrup. Which wouldn't be so bad, but there is no hockey in July and Bubba doesn't do sweet that much. He worked for a week in Canada, and then flew from there to Las Vegas to what was supposed to be 3 days of R&R. When I spoke to his royal grumpiness on Monday night, he was well, grumpy. He didn't have a good run in Vegas, and instead of coming home to me and the dog Monday night/Tuesday Morning, he's back in the land of 'eh and weird bacon.
My manicure has hit the fan, I lost one nail last Friday, a second that weekend, and I've got another one on the brink. My manicurist doesn't work Wednesdays, so Thursday touch up it is. Or I just may wait until Saturday - we'll see. Depends on how guilty I feel about Miss Shelby being home alone.
I have realized that my birthday was a bust... oh I had a good weekend, paid for it on Sunday, the actual day Monday... not so much. Went to work, they did nicely bring cake, one ice cream and one covered in strawberries. I don't like strawberries...so I kicked off the offending fruit and enjoyed cake and cream. Home was home, another thunder storm, walked Shelby in the sauna that it left behind and enjoyed the company of the neighbors who graciously cooked me dinner. It was OK, great in the fact I didn't have to cook or clean up or eat alone so up side there.
Downside, hubby called, had to be reminded of my birthday (no surprise) and he was grumpy (also no surprise). But just once in my life I would like the man I married to acknowledge an event in our lives without my having to use a cattle prod. That event will be my funeral - and probably one of my siblings or nieces will have to use my now bequeathed said - prod (cattle, husbands - whatever).
Funny story with that -- when the carpool buddy asked if my darling Bubba managed to pick up a phone can call in a flower order - of course I said no (see previous statement regarding a cattle prod). Carpool buddy laughed and said "I know he's cheap but come on!" I darn near drove off the road. LOL
Sorry Bubba -- or not so much. ;-) I can't repeat that entire story to Bubba he will get all bent out of shape because he will want to know what I'm telling Carpool Buddy. Just life as I live it big boy... only you see the world through that pin hole... the rest of us can see a bigger picture.
All right I'm off to enjoy lunch with co-workers, we are hitting all the hot spots before the forced move next week... there is rumor of cheesecake for dessert. WHOOT!
The polar vortex that is headed our way means weather in the 80's... life will not be back for the next couple of days.... Stay tuned I will probably come back this weekend to document how Bubba complained that I paid the kid next door to mow the lawn so he didn't have to do it when he got home... yeah.. he will. Place your bets - it's a loser. ;-)
And wasn't that one bizarre run on sentence??
Its Wednesday --- it's; as they say; hump Daaay -- but I'm feeling the hump and not much else.
Bubba has been traveling for the past two weeks, it was supposed to be a week and change.... but work pulled him back to the land of hockey and maple syrup. Which wouldn't be so bad, but there is no hockey in July and Bubba doesn't do sweet that much. He worked for a week in Canada, and then flew from there to Las Vegas to what was supposed to be 3 days of R&R. When I spoke to his royal grumpiness on Monday night, he was well, grumpy. He didn't have a good run in Vegas, and instead of coming home to me and the dog Monday night/Tuesday Morning, he's back in the land of 'eh and weird bacon.
My manicure has hit the fan, I lost one nail last Friday, a second that weekend, and I've got another one on the brink. My manicurist doesn't work Wednesdays, so Thursday touch up it is. Or I just may wait until Saturday - we'll see. Depends on how guilty I feel about Miss Shelby being home alone.
I have realized that my birthday was a bust... oh I had a good weekend, paid for it on Sunday, the actual day Monday... not so much. Went to work, they did nicely bring cake, one ice cream and one covered in strawberries. I don't like strawberries...so I kicked off the offending fruit and enjoyed cake and cream. Home was home, another thunder storm, walked Shelby in the sauna that it left behind and enjoyed the company of the neighbors who graciously cooked me dinner. It was OK, great in the fact I didn't have to cook or clean up or eat alone so up side there.
Downside, hubby called, had to be reminded of my birthday (no surprise) and he was grumpy (also no surprise). But just once in my life I would like the man I married to acknowledge an event in our lives without my having to use a cattle prod. That event will be my funeral - and probably one of my siblings or nieces will have to use my now bequeathed said - prod (cattle, husbands - whatever).
Funny story with that -- when the carpool buddy asked if my darling Bubba managed to pick up a phone can call in a flower order - of course I said no (see previous statement regarding a cattle prod). Carpool buddy laughed and said "I know he's cheap but come on!" I darn near drove off the road. LOL
Sorry Bubba -- or not so much. ;-) I can't repeat that entire story to Bubba he will get all bent out of shape because he will want to know what I'm telling Carpool Buddy. Just life as I live it big boy... only you see the world through that pin hole... the rest of us can see a bigger picture.
All right I'm off to enjoy lunch with co-workers, we are hitting all the hot spots before the forced move next week... there is rumor of cheesecake for dessert. WHOOT!
The polar vortex that is headed our way means weather in the 80's... life will not be back for the next couple of days.... Stay tuned I will probably come back this weekend to document how Bubba complained that I paid the kid next door to mow the lawn so he didn't have to do it when he got home... yeah.. he will. Place your bets - it's a loser. ;-)
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Yes, it has been a while
Funny how I posted more when I was home sick all last summer than I have this year -- granted I really did have more "free" time last year too...
This working for a living things -- sucks. SO need to win the lottery.
So, let's see - what's been happening... too much let me 'sum up. (Name that movie).
June saw a multitude of issues - not the least of which was my MAJOR meltdown via email to another Girl's Group adult. I documented that on 6/1 - but then I had a bigger melt down later... it was not pretty.
That being said, the major meeting went off without a hitch - and then a week later I find out that another group has given my girls the keys to the kingdom in the form of a large check. I haven't told many people yet because I want these kids to keep fund raising. We still need the cash-o-la.
I nag, darn near daily via Facebook and email. Such fun. It would be nice if a parent stepped up -- although one is running one of the fund raisers so I can't say much there. The rest... well....
Bubba is still Bubba - he's not happy at work - but won't quit. I have told him time and time again - he can quit. Not sure what is swimming in his brain -- but he grumbles and complains and says he's got a plan. If you ask me his plan is one big blank sheet of paper. OR maybe he's hanging on because of the health insurance... yeah. My company's plan is not the greatest -- but it's insurance we'll make do Bubba.
I haven't seen him this week - and he leaves for Canada the weekend of the 4th of July. THEN he is off to Vegas --- what was the down side to this?? I'll get back to you on that one.
Work this week is pretty dead, three quarters of my office building has moved out - we move in another month - I'm not real happy about it because it's another 15 minutes on my commute. Carpool buddy is less thrilled because the first three days after we move - I'm not at work... I'm in Baltimore 'enjoying' the Girl's Group National Convention... Of course then I'm taking 2 weeks of in August for a little down time -- only half of which is with Bubba... and then I will be out probably most of October so the plastic surgeon can work her magic and make Franken-boobie a little less -- franken.
Also in June I made a complete back up of that 'other' blog - because the minute Bubba tells his parents about it --- the one with computer skills has no sense of humor - it will disappear from the Internet. I can make that happen. :-)
It may disappear before then... just to be on the safe side.
Bubba's sister (aka T) her daughter D is still at Army Basic Training we actually got a letter from her this past week, she sounds positive - that is so great. I sent her another letter this morning. I should probably do another quick hit in a few days. She's got about 2.5 weeks left in basic - last I heard she's passed almost all her physical tests. Pull ups are apparently an issue - and I get that... ouch.
I have a long and complex to do list -- and I have discovered that this long and complex to-do list is contributing to my dietary woes. I get stressed - I eat things that aren't good for me... of course living with Captain Crankypants doesn't help matters much either - but we're working on it.
I bought a Groupon today -- laser hair removal. Yeah I know but $129 bucks is a whole lot cheaper than $600!! So Happy Birthday to me! That plus my 90 minute massage, with extra sugar foot scrub and life is wonderful.
I cannot discount the simple joy of life - while everything with the groups makes life a little nuts - and Bubba's dislike of all things extra curricular --- I am well, healthy, and able to do pretty much anything I want to.... I must send glad tidings to the Big Guy upstairs -- I am well and truly blessed.
Don't think I'm going to stop whining about this that and Bubba... because I'm not. I am simply stating that I get I have so much and can appreciate being able to whine about this, that and Bubba.
OH! The other news in my life -- my neighbor and I were thinking of becoming house flippers. There is a house 3 doors down from me that has been empty for almost a year --- we kicked around the idea at the beginning of the spring -- then decided to make things happen -- we were going to get into the place this past Monday but alas another contract was placed on the house. We're standing by, hoping for either good neighbors (the last ones were AWFUL) or if the contract falls through we might have our opportunity. We'll see.
In other neighborhood news - a neighbor across the street has found themselves being foreclosed on. While I feel bad that their finances are in such a ruckus - I cannot lament the loss of their RV that has been an eye sore parked in their drive way for the past year.... I am an awful hateful person. Lord forgive me.
In other personal news - I have made an appointment to get my hair done Saturday morning. There is something funky going on (with my hair- where did YOU go??) - like wild waves and this awful white color starting to show through... it shall be banished! Out Out damn spot(s) of color that won't be named... Miss Carole is a friend of mine.
Tonight is baking night, we're tossing a surprise for our Gov-boss and everyone has been asked to bring in something -- in a fit of over achieving -- I am making 3 different things. Because I'm an idiot. And I know he likes my lemon pound cake - everyone likes my mocha brownies and thanks to the cooking show my mother got me hooked on I want to try the Chocolate Root Beer pound cake. Lord help me.
I will advise how things turn out stay tuned.
I think that is all for today - I will let you know how the cakes turned out what the response to the hair issue or beautification as it were.... I like the short hair -- but we're holding an opinion until it grows out again...
Laters...
This working for a living things -- sucks. SO need to win the lottery.
So, let's see - what's been happening... too much let me 'sum up. (Name that movie).
June saw a multitude of issues - not the least of which was my MAJOR meltdown via email to another Girl's Group adult. I documented that on 6/1 - but then I had a bigger melt down later... it was not pretty.
That being said, the major meeting went off without a hitch - and then a week later I find out that another group has given my girls the keys to the kingdom in the form of a large check. I haven't told many people yet because I want these kids to keep fund raising. We still need the cash-o-la.
I nag, darn near daily via Facebook and email. Such fun. It would be nice if a parent stepped up -- although one is running one of the fund raisers so I can't say much there. The rest... well....
Bubba is still Bubba - he's not happy at work - but won't quit. I have told him time and time again - he can quit. Not sure what is swimming in his brain -- but he grumbles and complains and says he's got a plan. If you ask me his plan is one big blank sheet of paper. OR maybe he's hanging on because of the health insurance... yeah. My company's plan is not the greatest -- but it's insurance we'll make do Bubba.
I haven't seen him this week - and he leaves for Canada the weekend of the 4th of July. THEN he is off to Vegas --- what was the down side to this?? I'll get back to you on that one.
Work this week is pretty dead, three quarters of my office building has moved out - we move in another month - I'm not real happy about it because it's another 15 minutes on my commute. Carpool buddy is less thrilled because the first three days after we move - I'm not at work... I'm in Baltimore 'enjoying' the Girl's Group National Convention... Of course then I'm taking 2 weeks of in August for a little down time -- only half of which is with Bubba... and then I will be out probably most of October so the plastic surgeon can work her magic and make Franken-boobie a little less -- franken.
Also in June I made a complete back up of that 'other' blog - because the minute Bubba tells his parents about it --- the one with computer skills has no sense of humor - it will disappear from the Internet. I can make that happen. :-)
It may disappear before then... just to be on the safe side.
Bubba's sister (aka T) her daughter D is still at Army Basic Training we actually got a letter from her this past week, she sounds positive - that is so great. I sent her another letter this morning. I should probably do another quick hit in a few days. She's got about 2.5 weeks left in basic - last I heard she's passed almost all her physical tests. Pull ups are apparently an issue - and I get that... ouch.
I have a long and complex to do list -- and I have discovered that this long and complex to-do list is contributing to my dietary woes. I get stressed - I eat things that aren't good for me... of course living with Captain Crankypants doesn't help matters much either - but we're working on it.
I bought a Groupon today -- laser hair removal. Yeah I know but $129 bucks is a whole lot cheaper than $600!! So Happy Birthday to me! That plus my 90 minute massage, with extra sugar foot scrub and life is wonderful.
I cannot discount the simple joy of life - while everything with the groups makes life a little nuts - and Bubba's dislike of all things extra curricular --- I am well, healthy, and able to do pretty much anything I want to.... I must send glad tidings to the Big Guy upstairs -- I am well and truly blessed.
Don't think I'm going to stop whining about this that and Bubba... because I'm not. I am simply stating that I get I have so much and can appreciate being able to whine about this, that and Bubba.
OH! The other news in my life -- my neighbor and I were thinking of becoming house flippers. There is a house 3 doors down from me that has been empty for almost a year --- we kicked around the idea at the beginning of the spring -- then decided to make things happen -- we were going to get into the place this past Monday but alas another contract was placed on the house. We're standing by, hoping for either good neighbors (the last ones were AWFUL) or if the contract falls through we might have our opportunity. We'll see.
In other neighborhood news - a neighbor across the street has found themselves being foreclosed on. While I feel bad that their finances are in such a ruckus - I cannot lament the loss of their RV that has been an eye sore parked in their drive way for the past year.... I am an awful hateful person. Lord forgive me.
In other personal news - I have made an appointment to get my hair done Saturday morning. There is something funky going on (with my hair- where did YOU go??) - like wild waves and this awful white color starting to show through... it shall be banished! Out Out damn spot(s) of color that won't be named... Miss Carole is a friend of mine.
Tonight is baking night, we're tossing a surprise for our Gov-boss and everyone has been asked to bring in something -- in a fit of over achieving -- I am making 3 different things. Because I'm an idiot. And I know he likes my lemon pound cake - everyone likes my mocha brownies and thanks to the cooking show my mother got me hooked on I want to try the Chocolate Root Beer pound cake. Lord help me.
I will advise how things turn out stay tuned.
I think that is all for today - I will let you know how the cakes turned out what the response to the hair issue or beautification as it were.... I like the short hair -- but we're holding an opinion until it grows out again...
Laters...
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Still cranky...
I posted previously over my idiotic steps to deal with Girls' group madness... it hasn't stopped - I'm starting to feel like George Jetson... (JANE get me off this crazy thing!)
I feel like I'm the only one doing anything... I just don't get it?!? I work full time too -- cripes.
I promised myself in MARCH I wasn't going to do this! And I'm doing it.
Of course on top of this... Bubba is cranky. Grumpy and all round generally unhappy. Work sucks -- so basically so does his life. I told him to quit -- we can manage for a bit.
He said he's going to talk to his boss when she gets back from vacation ... we also discussed that if boy-wonder isn't working... Aunt Ing ain't cookin' he's going to have to step it up! Yeah we'll see what happens. I foresee Aunt Ing getting cranky right quick if she's still doing it all while Bubba sits home and polishes his motorcycle.
Stay tuned on developments on that front.
Just typing out some words I start to feel better -- it doesn't lighten the load any but it's helping with the murderous urges... not sure who they are directed at... everyone at this point. Just tired of being the spear head and getting no back up from anyone.
Good thing work is quiet, a few meetings some of this that and the other and life is OK.
Got to talk to my sister last night -- that was fun. A little insight into the nightly 'get in the tub' dance with the little acorn. Tee hee hee...
Total upside has been the news that I don't have to see the oncologist until SEPTEMBER! Of course I see the radiation doctor at the end of June and the plastic surgeon again in early July. We're talking a fall surgery date now... yeah Aunt Ing is a happy happy girl. Well ... happier than crapping out my summer - we just have to squeeze it between College Homecoming weekend, and whatever else I may have planned this fall...
All right quick hit - I need to get back to work... the only place in my life where I'm not the leader of the pack, while packing the pack, hauling the pack, begging others for assistance carrying the pack....did I mention, buying the material, sewing and designing the pack.... yeah -- still feeling cranky.
I'm off to go find chocolate... carrots are just not cutting it.
I feel like I'm the only one doing anything... I just don't get it?!? I work full time too -- cripes.
I promised myself in MARCH I wasn't going to do this! And I'm doing it.
Of course on top of this... Bubba is cranky. Grumpy and all round generally unhappy. Work sucks -- so basically so does his life. I told him to quit -- we can manage for a bit.
He said he's going to talk to his boss when she gets back from vacation ... we also discussed that if boy-wonder isn't working... Aunt Ing ain't cookin' he's going to have to step it up! Yeah we'll see what happens. I foresee Aunt Ing getting cranky right quick if she's still doing it all while Bubba sits home and polishes his motorcycle.
Stay tuned on developments on that front.
Just typing out some words I start to feel better -- it doesn't lighten the load any but it's helping with the murderous urges... not sure who they are directed at... everyone at this point. Just tired of being the spear head and getting no back up from anyone.
Good thing work is quiet, a few meetings some of this that and the other and life is OK.
Got to talk to my sister last night -- that was fun. A little insight into the nightly 'get in the tub' dance with the little acorn. Tee hee hee...
Total upside has been the news that I don't have to see the oncologist until SEPTEMBER! Of course I see the radiation doctor at the end of June and the plastic surgeon again in early July. We're talking a fall surgery date now... yeah Aunt Ing is a happy happy girl. Well ... happier than crapping out my summer - we just have to squeeze it between College Homecoming weekend, and whatever else I may have planned this fall...
All right quick hit - I need to get back to work... the only place in my life where I'm not the leader of the pack, while packing the pack, hauling the pack, begging others for assistance carrying the pack....did I mention, buying the material, sewing and designing the pack.... yeah -- still feeling cranky.
I'm off to go find chocolate... carrots are just not cutting it.
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