Yes, you read that right - Maryland. Not Green Bay,WI Not Minnesota or any other freezing a$$ place - but Maryland mid-Atlantic state.
Today Monday it will be an almost enjoyable 40 something degrees... tonight... single digits... and the HIGH! temperature will not crack 25 degrees for the rest of the freaking week!
I am so tired of winter.
This weekend saw highs and lows, Friday night I enjoyed the Kennedy Center National Symphony Orchestra... then drove home and realized it was 10:45 PM and I had been awake and moving since 5 AM in the morning even. I got home and went to bed. I was tired!
Saturday was very mellow - I finished Season 2 of Downton Abby... and am waiting patiently for Seasons 3 and 4 to arrive from the drone using Amazon... Tuesday. Question -- would it be wrong to take a few days off to watch Seasons 3 and 4? You know just to catch up? Yeah I thought so... this working for a living thing... oh hey! PowerBall is up to 171 million - I better go get my ticket!
I could retire on that - or half that post taxes and whatnot.
And now that we're back to reality ... and where was I before wandering off...
Oh yeah Saturday. Very Mellow - Bubba was off car shopping, he was test driving cars, as his beloved car is limping toward the end. When the turbos go - it will be ugly. I was home with Miss Shelby, we were happy, we were peaceful, we were napping - well mostly Shelby. I did clean the kitchen and do some laundry. It was so nice. Bubba and I found a new Mexican place for dinner enjoyed, and went home and well for me - proceeded to do what I did most of the day. Sit and be a blob. It was a good day.
Sunday had periods of high and low -- up early not so good, moving and dressed, away we went... to Downtown DC. We took the train, relatively no issues as there was track work - all forewarned. Of course it was cold... but we were bundled up, when we made our way out from the train, we wandered a bit - then found a lovely Irish Pub, with an equally wonderful brunch deal. Bottomless mimosa or bloody Mary with a lovely breakfast of your choice with fruit and muffins. Oh yeah... great breakfast, two orange colored glasses of champagne later and I was ready to tackle.... The Car Show....
We wandered, "we" ogled, "we" asked all sorts of car questions, "We" test drove a new car. I ate cookies at one stop and downed hot tea... Bubba was happy, it was a good day for him. My feet were tired, and the rest of me wasn't all that perky by the time we got home.
Up side, we stopped for pizza on the way home, and loved Shelby within an inch of her life.
I was in bed at 9 PM.
I still didn't want to get up Monday morning. Up side I have a massage tonight - 90 glorious minutes. Down side I have a Ladies' Group meeting AFTER.... groan. Why Yes, I will be napping why do you ask?
I am currently employing the "one day at the time" method of getting though the day...
More on Bubba later... it's a good time...
It is now Tuesday as the whooshing sound you heard last night was me - trying to get it all done. Got home, took Shelby for a walk got my stuff together for my meeting, left, massage... ahhhhhh, meeting zzzzzz, we had company longer than it should have been, then race back to the massage place thinking I lost my ruby ring... as I stood in the lobby I stuck my hand in my pocket - again... and there it was. Yep--- boys and girls Aunt Ing wins the dork prize again. Sigh.
Ah well.
It is now Tuesday morning, my eye balls popped open at 4 AM... then as I started to drift back to sleep --- the alarm went off. Yeah. So up, moving, COLD, out the door and back to work.
Up side lunch out with the office mate and it will be a good day.
I must document the saga that is Bubba's life... as previously mentioned his company has been sold. They have already laid off -- oh the lamenting and rending of garments in Bubba's world... oh the cost cutting Aunt Ing will have to endure if Bubba loses his job. Oh whoa unto.... bla de bla bla bla...
Bubba - relax. Breathe.... ride it out. They will warn you (I hope) they need you right now - just hang on then take those two weeks off you talked about - go see your Mama. Get out of my hair - go --- GO.
Upside to this week is he is too busy to be home, and I don't have to cook! Bonus! Downer - leftovers for dinner for Aunt Ing. Yeah like that is such a problem. I could go on and on, but it's the same broken record - we will have to cut back (meaning I will have to cut back) and oh the panic and worry. Cripes. We have a bit put by, we are OK for now. Yeah if you plan to sit home on your butt for 6 months - there will be major lifestyle changes but they are coming out of Bubba's hide first not mine.
I had freaking breast cancer and still had a paycheck coming in.... :-)
No not bitter why do you ask?
All righty signing off for a Tuesday morning in the still frozen tundra of freaking Maryland/Virginia/ NOT Wisconsin... cripes when is spring getting here??
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Why I haven't posted for a week (and then some) Part 2.
So we wandered through Costco, found a couple of things, got in line, checked out, groovy. Because we were at the good, spacious, English speaking Warehouse club... much like the good, spacious, English speaking Wally world.
Speaking of Wally-world North of Aunt Ing's house.... we finally arrive there. I have a list, I have coupons, we have needs that aren't all food related.
We enter and begin, and of course as I have Bubba with me -- this is no small undertaking. Now keep in mind we've hit 2 malls, 3 different stores we are now into number 4 and this is the bulk of the shopping needed. Aka groceries and things that might life live able - like TP and contact lens solutions.
Now I will state again for the record, had I been alone, with 3 hours I would have returned my pants, bought new, got my stuff at Costco and gotten out in under 30 minutes, and been down with the full list of needs from Wally world in about an hour -- total time gone from home would indeed have been 3 hours total. We are now into hour 3 and we're just getting started with the long list ... I sent a prayer heavenward - apparently he was busy... and let me tell you why...
We managed to get through the Health and Beauty Aids section, without too much hemming and hawing - but the difference between the name brand and the Wally world version - don't honestly care. Pick one and move on. Thankfully contact lens solutions are easy - so the generic brand pop it into the buggy and away we go!
Light bulbs - simple, he we go I was feeling optimistic - I was an idiot.
We get to men's underwear - -- my darling hubby wears cotton tighty-whities... now I ask you, WHY did this decision take the better part of 10 minutes??
** Oh and little hint for you newly marrieds and not so newly marrieds, when you're thinking "Its just white underwear what is the freaking issue" Make sure that you don't actually SAY that out load enough for said spousal unit to hear... it tends to lead to crankiness...
THAT being said. It lead to crankiness... because I got tired of standing around watching Bubba futz over packaged white underwear... if its me, I'm looking at 1) size 2) cotton 3) color (to make sure I don't already have that or if there is something fun total time taken 5-7 minutes TOPS.
OK so, Captain Crankypants is in full blown cranky, and away we go to the food section... I have coupons and I a list and Bubba... the king of calculating cy, rap by the ounce. Its bathroom paper pick one that isn't the cheapest crap and MOVE ON....
Long story longer - we made it home to one ticked off puppy... we was let out, fed, loved and tended.
More than I can say for us.
The rest of the week as pretty much been the same ... with the added bonus of having Bubba's car in the shop, we dropped it off Sunday night, my carpool guy graciously picked me up and dropped me off, so Bubba could drive back and forth.
Wednesday morning Bubba had to get up with me, in the carpool, dropped off Carpool guy at work then got breakfast out with Bubba while we waited for the car place to open. It was all good.
The rest of week passed in the usual blur of too early, work all day, a Monday meeting, and weekend plans.
Sunday is Bubba's birthday. We're celebrating Saturday night at our favorite Italian restaurant, with our favorite waiter, and of course our favorite board game.
Just saw the weather report - another 'artic blast' is coming our way... yeah. I seriously want to head to someplace warm and put my toes in the sand....
Off to go think about playing the Powerball....
Speaking of Wally-world North of Aunt Ing's house.... we finally arrive there. I have a list, I have coupons, we have needs that aren't all food related.
We enter and begin, and of course as I have Bubba with me -- this is no small undertaking. Now keep in mind we've hit 2 malls, 3 different stores we are now into number 4 and this is the bulk of the shopping needed. Aka groceries and things that might life live able - like TP and contact lens solutions.
Now I will state again for the record, had I been alone, with 3 hours I would have returned my pants, bought new, got my stuff at Costco and gotten out in under 30 minutes, and been down with the full list of needs from Wally world in about an hour -- total time gone from home would indeed have been 3 hours total. We are now into hour 3 and we're just getting started with the long list ... I sent a prayer heavenward - apparently he was busy... and let me tell you why...
We managed to get through the Health and Beauty Aids section, without too much hemming and hawing - but the difference between the name brand and the Wally world version - don't honestly care. Pick one and move on. Thankfully contact lens solutions are easy - so the generic brand pop it into the buggy and away we go!
Light bulbs - simple, he we go I was feeling optimistic - I was an idiot.
We get to men's underwear - -- my darling hubby wears cotton tighty-whities... now I ask you, WHY did this decision take the better part of 10 minutes??
** Oh and little hint for you newly marrieds and not so newly marrieds, when you're thinking "Its just white underwear what is the freaking issue" Make sure that you don't actually SAY that out load enough for said spousal unit to hear... it tends to lead to crankiness...
THAT being said. It lead to crankiness... because I got tired of standing around watching Bubba futz over packaged white underwear... if its me, I'm looking at 1) size 2) cotton 3) color (to make sure I don't already have that or if there is something fun total time taken 5-7 minutes TOPS.
OK so, Captain Crankypants is in full blown cranky, and away we go to the food section... I have coupons and I a list and Bubba... the king of calculating cy, rap by the ounce. Its bathroom paper pick one that isn't the cheapest crap and MOVE ON....
Long story longer - we made it home to one ticked off puppy... we was let out, fed, loved and tended.
More than I can say for us.
The rest of the week as pretty much been the same ... with the added bonus of having Bubba's car in the shop, we dropped it off Sunday night, my carpool guy graciously picked me up and dropped me off, so Bubba could drive back and forth.
Wednesday morning Bubba had to get up with me, in the carpool, dropped off Carpool guy at work then got breakfast out with Bubba while we waited for the car place to open. It was all good.
The rest of week passed in the usual blur of too early, work all day, a Monday meeting, and weekend plans.
Sunday is Bubba's birthday. We're celebrating Saturday night at our favorite Italian restaurant, with our favorite waiter, and of course our favorite board game.
Just saw the weather report - another 'artic blast' is coming our way... yeah. I seriously want to head to someplace warm and put my toes in the sand....
Off to go think about playing the Powerball....
Friday, January 17, 2014
Why I haven't posted in a week... 1 of 2
LAST -- Monday up at 5 AM, work 8.5 hours, home, Shelby, house, stuff, meeting. home, Bubba, me dead.
-- Dork move #1 of the week cleaned out my work bag, found my tail pipe test paper (turn your head and rev --the cars hate it) then found the "due by date" .... January 2nd. Paid an extra $15 bucks for being late. No we won't be telling Bubba...
Tuesday --Repeat
-- with lack of a dork move...
Wednesday -- Pete (there is a joke in there somewhere right!?)
Thursday Repeat
-- Dork Move #2 with the added bonus of dorkness - went to an event with my Rainbow Girls, they stayed for the meeting - I went home, searched my purse, my bag, gathered up Shelby, drove BACK to the meeting place, found my cell phone which I stupidly left on the table - drove home --- see previous statement Home, Bubba Me Dead.
Friday brought a new twist - oh still up at 5 AM, worked until 1 PM (see where that extra .5 comes into play!) Then home, finally got the wig washed, the nice lady who took care of me, was looking at another lady's phone who was showing off her grandchildren, then she putzed, and putzed, and washed and styled and chatted and putzed... so when she was finally done --- I had 10 minutes to make the doctor's office. I wasn't 10 minutes away.... So I was late to the doctor's office, the nurses told me not to sweat it - I didn't - still hate being late... An hour later plus a few minutes to chat up the nurse and... headed home.
Home, called the Bubba offered dinner suggestions - he selected our waiter buddy Edwin and a glass of wine. Yeah like I'm going to argue with THAT suggestion! Bubba home early i.e. before 7 PM, we head out to dinner, it was all good, I was very mellow and dead to the world at 10 PM.
Saturday started with such promise, up, moving not at 5 AM, had breakfast, got myself put together and then... ah 90 minutes at Elizabeth Arden... my feet were SO happy. AND a Girl's group event was cancelled and I didn't tell the Ladies' Group so I had the WHOLE day to myself. Mostly.
After 90 minutes of pampered princess the bubble had a slow leak and I called Bubba. No answer. Fine I grabbed some lunch headed home hoping against hope that Bubba was indeed not home and I would have a few more minutes to enjoy the bliss the started at my newly painted pink toe nails and headed northward... it was good.
Until I got home, and darling was home, working on Lulu and he started in with his version of my to-do list which as a general rule ususally looks nothing like my to-do list. Managed to get the kitchen cleaned, and made a grocery list, list for dinners, and then Bubba decided instead of waiting for tomorrow (Sunday) we'd head North to the good Wally world today. Oh yeah and return his clothes that don't fit, or he doesn't like -- apparently his mother bought our sweat suits at "old people are hip too" clothing store. That is my only possible explaination for that valour sweat shirt of my husband's and the dusty pink one of mine - which I only wear at home so I really don't care... I just wanted anew pair of sweat pants. I told her to go to Wally world and buy a $10 pair for crying out loud. Whatever. I am grateful for the thought and the gift.
So the rest of my Saturday was spent, going to Mall one, shopping for Bubba's exchanges, to which he feels it necessary to OVER explain why he is returning his shirts. I keep telling him, a "it doesn't fit" or "it's the wrong color" is MORE than enough information. Really - she doesn't care. She gets paid to stand there for X hours a day regardless of your overly lengthly disseration on the likes and dislikes of button v. pull over and fabric colors... NONE of us cares. Love your wife of 24 plus years - and everyone else standing behind you in line.
Add to the wrinkle that I did clean up the kitchen before we left - I took off my watch and ring and put them in my jeans pocket to do so. During the ride up North, I took out my watch which apparently brought my ring with it - I heard a 'tink' and apparently it was my ring sent flying into the smallest open space in the bottom of my car - under the passenger seat.... did I mention the driving rain?
Yeah.. so parking lot mall 1 - we search I say I think it might be home... long story longer - it wasn't Bubba found the ring Sunday - sans the rain and with flashlight and digging into small little space... My hero.
Back to Saturday... we get to mall 2 - have I mentioned the pouring rain? He is on a jeans exchange blitz - they don't make the Levi's number he likes anymore so we find some alternatives - he takes 6 pair into the changing room--- I stand around for a few minutes figure he's not coming out - so I go wander, I need a strapless bra that section was close, I try one on, he's yelling at me via text because I'm back where I started and he's in the bra section. Then he tells me he wanted to show me the jeans. You're a grown man, do they fit? Are they comfortable? You're wearing them... pick one! Some how he managed to do just that - without me standing at the door like his mother for the better part of 25 minutes.
We manage to get that done... and I'm needing food... did I mention at this point it's now 4 PM and we've managed 2 stores in 2 hours... yes there was driving and ring searching and rain...
Next we head to Costco for 1) food it's cheap and 2) tax software its cheap here too...
Now of course I manage to screw things up here too... we are standing in a line for food - yes at the Costco, I list Bubba's options - he walks off and says he wants a hotdog - I get what I want. Apparently I was supposed to get a slice of pizza and a dog that we can share... I did not hear him say anything about a slice of pizza because - if I had it would have promted questions... plain or peppeorni? AFter that bit of I never listen, and bla de bla bla... we went shopping at Costco.
Back for part 2...
-- Dork move #1 of the week cleaned out my work bag, found my tail pipe test paper (turn your head and rev --the cars hate it) then found the "due by date" .... January 2nd. Paid an extra $15 bucks for being late. No we won't be telling Bubba...
Tuesday --Repeat
-- with lack of a dork move...
Wednesday -- Pete (there is a joke in there somewhere right!?)
Thursday Repeat
-- Dork Move #2 with the added bonus of dorkness - went to an event with my Rainbow Girls, they stayed for the meeting - I went home, searched my purse, my bag, gathered up Shelby, drove BACK to the meeting place, found my cell phone which I stupidly left on the table - drove home --- see previous statement Home, Bubba Me Dead.
Friday brought a new twist - oh still up at 5 AM, worked until 1 PM (see where that extra .5 comes into play!) Then home, finally got the wig washed, the nice lady who took care of me, was looking at another lady's phone who was showing off her grandchildren, then she putzed, and putzed, and washed and styled and chatted and putzed... so when she was finally done --- I had 10 minutes to make the doctor's office. I wasn't 10 minutes away.... So I was late to the doctor's office, the nurses told me not to sweat it - I didn't - still hate being late... An hour later plus a few minutes to chat up the nurse and... headed home.
Home, called the Bubba offered dinner suggestions - he selected our waiter buddy Edwin and a glass of wine. Yeah like I'm going to argue with THAT suggestion! Bubba home early i.e. before 7 PM, we head out to dinner, it was all good, I was very mellow and dead to the world at 10 PM.
Saturday started with such promise, up, moving not at 5 AM, had breakfast, got myself put together and then... ah 90 minutes at Elizabeth Arden... my feet were SO happy. AND a Girl's group event was cancelled and I didn't tell the Ladies' Group so I had the WHOLE day to myself. Mostly.
After 90 minutes of pampered princess the bubble had a slow leak and I called Bubba. No answer. Fine I grabbed some lunch headed home hoping against hope that Bubba was indeed not home and I would have a few more minutes to enjoy the bliss the started at my newly painted pink toe nails and headed northward... it was good.
Until I got home, and darling was home, working on Lulu and he started in with his version of my to-do list which as a general rule ususally looks nothing like my to-do list. Managed to get the kitchen cleaned, and made a grocery list, list for dinners, and then Bubba decided instead of waiting for tomorrow (Sunday) we'd head North to the good Wally world today. Oh yeah and return his clothes that don't fit, or he doesn't like -- apparently his mother bought our sweat suits at "old people are hip too" clothing store. That is my only possible explaination for that valour sweat shirt of my husband's and the dusty pink one of mine - which I only wear at home so I really don't care... I just wanted anew pair of sweat pants. I told her to go to Wally world and buy a $10 pair for crying out loud. Whatever. I am grateful for the thought and the gift.
So the rest of my Saturday was spent, going to Mall one, shopping for Bubba's exchanges, to which he feels it necessary to OVER explain why he is returning his shirts. I keep telling him, a "it doesn't fit" or "it's the wrong color" is MORE than enough information. Really - she doesn't care. She gets paid to stand there for X hours a day regardless of your overly lengthly disseration on the likes and dislikes of button v. pull over and fabric colors... NONE of us cares. Love your wife of 24 plus years - and everyone else standing behind you in line.
Add to the wrinkle that I did clean up the kitchen before we left - I took off my watch and ring and put them in my jeans pocket to do so. During the ride up North, I took out my watch which apparently brought my ring with it - I heard a 'tink' and apparently it was my ring sent flying into the smallest open space in the bottom of my car - under the passenger seat.... did I mention the driving rain?
Yeah.. so parking lot mall 1 - we search I say I think it might be home... long story longer - it wasn't Bubba found the ring Sunday - sans the rain and with flashlight and digging into small little space... My hero.
Back to Saturday... we get to mall 2 - have I mentioned the pouring rain? He is on a jeans exchange blitz - they don't make the Levi's number he likes anymore so we find some alternatives - he takes 6 pair into the changing room--- I stand around for a few minutes figure he's not coming out - so I go wander, I need a strapless bra that section was close, I try one on, he's yelling at me via text because I'm back where I started and he's in the bra section. Then he tells me he wanted to show me the jeans. You're a grown man, do they fit? Are they comfortable? You're wearing them... pick one! Some how he managed to do just that - without me standing at the door like his mother for the better part of 25 minutes.
We manage to get that done... and I'm needing food... did I mention at this point it's now 4 PM and we've managed 2 stores in 2 hours... yes there was driving and ring searching and rain...
Next we head to Costco for 1) food it's cheap and 2) tax software its cheap here too...
Now of course I manage to screw things up here too... we are standing in a line for food - yes at the Costco, I list Bubba's options - he walks off and says he wants a hotdog - I get what I want. Apparently I was supposed to get a slice of pizza and a dog that we can share... I did not hear him say anything about a slice of pizza because - if I had it would have promted questions... plain or peppeorni? AFter that bit of I never listen, and bla de bla bla... we went shopping at Costco.
Back for part 2...
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Documenting a good weekend
As I am want to say, it's a good thing to keep busy, and in many cases, Bubba free. Last week was busy, even with a day off in the middle. I cooked dinner with our friends and adopted nephew G. All is good, well and nothing terribly unusual. Ah, white bread suburban. I am what I am.
Boring is NOT underrated. Anymore.
So a dinner shopped, prepped, cooked and cleaned up. Yes! Bubba did help. I know... ANY way... it was a great day.
Thursday and Friday were work days, with bitter cold on Friday and 3 inches of freaking snow on my car. Cleaning off your car at o-dark-30 is no fun - no matter how you slice it.
I shopped for the lodge luncheon on Saturday, Bubba objected, strongly which just ticks me off but with 3 days and the event over... its over. He's a dork.
Friday was good, got the soup needed, cleaned my kitchen and enjoyed a massage... OH so good.
Saturday dawned, I got moving, felt SO guilty because Shelby wanted to come along... for two cents I would have taken her, but this was a big meeting, so she stayed home with Bubba, and then enjoyed some quality nap time while we were gone.
We got home, I putzed, and put Christmas away, I emptied out 9/10's of the closet and reorganized everything, I boxed more stuff, wrapped things better, no more bags of stuff, I recycled a lot, tossed away some stuff, and generally that closet just looks about 100% better. It was a great sense of accomplishment.
We had the neighbors over last night for a rousing game of powergrid... my neighbor is getting cocky he's won three games in a row. Bubba's competitive streak is screaming - we'll play again soon I fear.. and it will be intense. Those games are fun.
Sunday morning dawned, it was cold, hot, cold, warm, hot, cold... yeah still flashing. We got moving, went to Bob Evans' for breakfast, Bubba is now on a healthy kick. He didn't get great news at the doctor's his cholesterol and triglycerides are up. He had fruit and nut pancakes with sugar free syrup. Yeah. I had an egg with gravy and half a biscuit. I knew was going to be up and down stairs today. And I was, I cleaned up my bedroom, loaded all the Christmas gifts that were dumped and left then the two baskets of clean clothes then reloaded with the laundry that needed done, got that down stairs, its now in progress, Shelby is sleeping in her corner, Bubba is getting a massage, and I'm watching football, tried to pull up the penguins game, seriously easier to pull up the Steelers game... whatever.
We also went to the oober grocery store after breakfast, needed chicken, Bubba needed cereal, we ended up with some other stuff... I love that store.
So home and busy, now enjoying peace and quiet. It will end all too soon...
Washer is done, off to deal with that, and enjoy some quality reading time.
Like I said - take the good days when they come!
Boring is NOT underrated. Anymore.
So a dinner shopped, prepped, cooked and cleaned up. Yes! Bubba did help. I know... ANY way... it was a great day.
Thursday and Friday were work days, with bitter cold on Friday and 3 inches of freaking snow on my car. Cleaning off your car at o-dark-30 is no fun - no matter how you slice it.
I shopped for the lodge luncheon on Saturday, Bubba objected, strongly which just ticks me off but with 3 days and the event over... its over. He's a dork.
Friday was good, got the soup needed, cleaned my kitchen and enjoyed a massage... OH so good.
Saturday dawned, I got moving, felt SO guilty because Shelby wanted to come along... for two cents I would have taken her, but this was a big meeting, so she stayed home with Bubba, and then enjoyed some quality nap time while we were gone.
We got home, I putzed, and put Christmas away, I emptied out 9/10's of the closet and reorganized everything, I boxed more stuff, wrapped things better, no more bags of stuff, I recycled a lot, tossed away some stuff, and generally that closet just looks about 100% better. It was a great sense of accomplishment.
We had the neighbors over last night for a rousing game of powergrid... my neighbor is getting cocky he's won three games in a row. Bubba's competitive streak is screaming - we'll play again soon I fear.. and it will be intense. Those games are fun.
Sunday morning dawned, it was cold, hot, cold, warm, hot, cold... yeah still flashing. We got moving, went to Bob Evans' for breakfast, Bubba is now on a healthy kick. He didn't get great news at the doctor's his cholesterol and triglycerides are up. He had fruit and nut pancakes with sugar free syrup. Yeah. I had an egg with gravy and half a biscuit. I knew was going to be up and down stairs today. And I was, I cleaned up my bedroom, loaded all the Christmas gifts that were dumped and left then the two baskets of clean clothes then reloaded with the laundry that needed done, got that down stairs, its now in progress, Shelby is sleeping in her corner, Bubba is getting a massage, and I'm watching football, tried to pull up the penguins game, seriously easier to pull up the Steelers game... whatever.
We also went to the oober grocery store after breakfast, needed chicken, Bubba needed cereal, we ended up with some other stuff... I love that store.
So home and busy, now enjoying peace and quiet. It will end all too soon...
Washer is done, off to deal with that, and enjoy some quality reading time.
Like I said - take the good days when they come!
Friday, January 3, 2014
Is it Spring yet?!?
Cripes and enough already.... "they" didn't close the government today - so my lazy fanny was up all too early and scraping off snow and ice while freezing things off!
But I'm here, thinking about being productive, looking forward to a massage tonight, a lodge function tomorrow (mostly shopped for) and wondering how to keep myself busy today... between snow and holidays this place is DEAD!
Carpool buddy and I both laughed - without carpool we probably wouldn't be here either... especially not at 0-dark-30. Me especially! lol So shared work ethic it takes two to get us to work...
But we are... I have weekly reports to finish a meeting to tend to and general stuff to deal with... but my office mate is gone, my gov-y bosses are gone and Fridays around here pretty dead.
One report done, one to go... new format have to come up with some new words for the same stuff done the month before. Its a quiet life I lead.. at work.
I smartly packed my lunch today... the cafeteria at work had prefab sandwiches yesterday and that was it... they were AWFUL. Not to mention expensive. So today happily its a nice salad and leftover noodles. I've eaten the salad, I'll get to the noodles in about 45 minutes. Its fun being me.
Did I mention my husband was harping on me about the gastric bypass surgery again?!? I mean I stupidly say that my tummy was a bit unhappy (ate too fast) and he goes off on this mumbled rant about if I had dieted and exercised to lose the weight this wouldn't be an issue. The man is a certified dork! I guess I'm going to have to go find the articles again and high light the Type II diabetes information-- AGAIN. Jackass.
Screw it I can swear here, no one is reading this. ;-)
I want something gooey and chocolate. I need to crave lettuce and carrots.
Another long list of stuff to get done today, tomorrow and into next week... the rest of the month, February, March... yeah 'tis the season. I'll need to start medicating Bubba soon - like tonight.
Thanks for the outlet... off to pretend to be productive.
But I'm here, thinking about being productive, looking forward to a massage tonight, a lodge function tomorrow (mostly shopped for) and wondering how to keep myself busy today... between snow and holidays this place is DEAD!
Carpool buddy and I both laughed - without carpool we probably wouldn't be here either... especially not at 0-dark-30. Me especially! lol So shared work ethic it takes two to get us to work...
But we are... I have weekly reports to finish a meeting to tend to and general stuff to deal with... but my office mate is gone, my gov-y bosses are gone and Fridays around here pretty dead.
One report done, one to go... new format have to come up with some new words for the same stuff done the month before. Its a quiet life I lead.. at work.
I smartly packed my lunch today... the cafeteria at work had prefab sandwiches yesterday and that was it... they were AWFUL. Not to mention expensive. So today happily its a nice salad and leftover noodles. I've eaten the salad, I'll get to the noodles in about 45 minutes. Its fun being me.
Did I mention my husband was harping on me about the gastric bypass surgery again?!? I mean I stupidly say that my tummy was a bit unhappy (ate too fast) and he goes off on this mumbled rant about if I had dieted and exercised to lose the weight this wouldn't be an issue. The man is a certified dork! I guess I'm going to have to go find the articles again and high light the Type II diabetes information-- AGAIN. Jackass.
Screw it I can swear here, no one is reading this. ;-)
I want something gooey and chocolate. I need to crave lettuce and carrots.
Another long list of stuff to get done today, tomorrow and into next week... the rest of the month, February, March... yeah 'tis the season. I'll need to start medicating Bubba soon - like tonight.
Thanks for the outlet... off to pretend to be productive.
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Since no one is reading this...
I can indulge here, this is still a Bubba free zone (checking blog title - all clear) and like I said no one is reading this drivel, I have the statistics to prove it... I can whine.
Work is boring, I should be more proactive to get things done, think about my future, research education opportunities ... and then Bubba called.
He yelled at me because I'm doing another lodge dinner on Saturday. Does he think that yelling at me gets things done? No it pisses me off and generally makes me do the exact opposite of what he's yelling at me about...
What is it about this family that they must keep tabs on and control every aspect of their family's lives? There are some things in which I am a full grown adult, and I can handle and make my own decisions... Kiss - My - Grit --- butthead.
THEN he goes off about what the doctor said, he's got a ti-gylercrids problem and a cholesterol problem ... so limited steak, red meat, and shell fish. Oh yeah this is going to be fun.
So as I had this kind of time today I got to thinking... he was ticked off about the doctor's report and in typical Bubba fashion - yelled at his wife.
Whatever, I have a lunch to shop for tonight because I've got a massage tomorrow right.
Priorities after all.
OH yeah and a 30% coupon to use in January for Elizabeth Arden... my life is tough isn't it?
Chat at you later... or at this point just me.
Work is boring, I should be more proactive to get things done, think about my future, research education opportunities ... and then Bubba called.
He yelled at me because I'm doing another lodge dinner on Saturday. Does he think that yelling at me gets things done? No it pisses me off and generally makes me do the exact opposite of what he's yelling at me about...
What is it about this family that they must keep tabs on and control every aspect of their family's lives? There are some things in which I am a full grown adult, and I can handle and make my own decisions... Kiss - My - Grit --- butthead.
THEN he goes off about what the doctor said, he's got a ti-gylercrids problem and a cholesterol problem ... so limited steak, red meat, and shell fish. Oh yeah this is going to be fun.
So as I had this kind of time today I got to thinking... he was ticked off about the doctor's report and in typical Bubba fashion - yelled at his wife.
Whatever, I have a lunch to shop for tonight because I've got a massage tomorrow right.
Priorities after all.
OH yeah and a 30% coupon to use in January for Elizabeth Arden... my life is tough isn't it?
Chat at you later... or at this point just me.
December 31, 2013.
I started this post a day early, because my brain had decided it wanted to do a year end wrap up before the Christmas wrap up... or probably I will bounce between the two... I know me.
A year ago, I was indeed a different person, body, mind and spirit.
And a year ago I had to go to the Vet's knowing in my heart that dear Miss Violet was telling me it was time. She was so skinny, and sick and tired. I still miss her, but I have still have Miss Shelby in all her furry goofiness to keep things steady. That was a tough way to start a new year... little did I know it would be such a year!
I had plans. God decided I needed to rethink those ideas.
January was pretty usual, Bubba worked, I was home, and at the end of the month it all hit the fan. The regular yearly mammogram morphed into a serious of tests, diagnosis, doctors and a swirls mass of the biggest mess I'd ever had to deal with.
As well documented in the now-Bubba friendly blog, we all went through the tests, the doctors, the whining and the complaining together and came out the other end. As I look back on this year, I have many thoughts, humbling, questioning, swearing and grateful thoughts. I'm not sure where to begin.
Let's start with humbling - I was indeed, truly humbled by the out pouring of love, support and offers to do what ever I needed to have done... some people you knew would say those things, others, toss me for a serious loop. Of course there were others that I quietly commented "It took cancer to get this person(s) to say something nice about me..." I am what I am. I had cards and gifts from people I barely knew or didn't know at all - they knew my parents, my group, but still these people took the time to drop a card or gift in the mail to me to say I was in their prayers. I will not live long enough to pray for all those who did for me, and I firmly believe in my heart of hearts those prayers had something to do with the relatively smooth ride I had. I did what I had to do, and I've come out the other side, cancer free, well, and living my life. No one gets that lucky, no one does six weeks of radiation therapy and has a week of minor issues when it's all said and done. Again humbled, as I question if I am truly deserving of all that I received this past year. And how in the eyes of all all mighty will I ever be a good enough person to repay all this?
Humbled. Sincerely. And a little worried because we all know that I'm not a good person -- all the time.
Questioning, oh there were times when I laid on that couch, feeling like the slug of the century I asked, why me? Then I came up with a list (also documented in another daily blog) of why God thought I needed to be reminded of my humanity. Or not to be so snarky... yes I do engage in the art of the 7 deadly sins, although I have surgically tended to gluttony, I still eat things I shouldn't, gossip, and swear at my fellow man while driving, and watching football... stupid Kansas City Chief place kicker... REALLY!! ??!!
I digress... forgive me. Stupid Refs... (sorry done--- really)
Back to my year end navel gazing...
I was blessed with a job and co-workers that basically rolled with my punches this year... when I got there and did what I could, they were satisfied with that. Who could complain?!?! I was seriously worried when I had enough firing neurons to be worried about my job... but as I sit at my job where the year end lull is occurring... I am gainfully and full time employed and I should be on my knees every morning thanking the big guy above for that! I think he hears me at 5 AM when the alarm goes off and I mutter, "oh lord is it 5 AM already!?" He knows... that is just my way of saying thank you... really. (looking up and listening carefully for the thunder...) Me and you big guy - right?! (wink, nod, ...) really.
WELCOME TO 2014!
I told you it was going to take me a few days to get this done.
It was a great New Years Eve. Spent with good food, friends and love. We went back to our favorite Cajun place, the owner came up and said Happy New Year, home again, rang in the new year with neighbors and home to bed. I have to be honest and say that I did have a hard time when the ball dropped. I was so ready to say good bye to 2013. Of course it's not like I woke up this morning and found that my hair had grown 2 inches and franken-boobie didn't look so franken... I am still me, still having to face the oncologist every three weeks, the plastic surgeon every 8 weeks, and of course reconstruction surgery sometime later this year...
What have a learned from all this? In what way am I a changed person having survived breast cancer? I honestly don't know ... well I do, in some ways I am more patient with things, I am less patient with stupidity, I have more tangible dreams, and some that are still forming. I have more worries, but am trying not to let those rule my life, and I am a bit more emotional - even though all the drugs are trying to suppress all things female about me... I did document that my foundation has not change, and frankly it hasn't. I am still me, I am now very aware of my health and how I should be taking better care of myself, and yet I am still making some of the same mistakes, plate too full, not enough down time, but I think I have tasted down time and re-tasted busy I like to find a happy medium. Of course then I look at my calendar for the next three months, down time will a a distant memory. I'll take April off - on second thought NO no, I won't. I did that a year ago... ;-)
I'll end this year end/beginning with these thoughts, 2013 started with the death of a loved one, then surrounded by more loved ones and life was celebrated. The year brought challenges, blessings and just about everything else under the sun. I am reminded daily how truly blessed I am.
Now... back to Bubba making me crazy and how in my next life I'm coming back as him...
Stay tuned for tales from New Year's Day.
Much love.
A year ago, I was indeed a different person, body, mind and spirit.
And a year ago I had to go to the Vet's knowing in my heart that dear Miss Violet was telling me it was time. She was so skinny, and sick and tired. I still miss her, but I have still have Miss Shelby in all her furry goofiness to keep things steady. That was a tough way to start a new year... little did I know it would be such a year!
I had plans. God decided I needed to rethink those ideas.
January was pretty usual, Bubba worked, I was home, and at the end of the month it all hit the fan. The regular yearly mammogram morphed into a serious of tests, diagnosis, doctors and a swirls mass of the biggest mess I'd ever had to deal with.
As well documented in the now-Bubba friendly blog, we all went through the tests, the doctors, the whining and the complaining together and came out the other end. As I look back on this year, I have many thoughts, humbling, questioning, swearing and grateful thoughts. I'm not sure where to begin.
Let's start with humbling - I was indeed, truly humbled by the out pouring of love, support and offers to do what ever I needed to have done... some people you knew would say those things, others, toss me for a serious loop. Of course there were others that I quietly commented "It took cancer to get this person(s) to say something nice about me..." I am what I am. I had cards and gifts from people I barely knew or didn't know at all - they knew my parents, my group, but still these people took the time to drop a card or gift in the mail to me to say I was in their prayers. I will not live long enough to pray for all those who did for me, and I firmly believe in my heart of hearts those prayers had something to do with the relatively smooth ride I had. I did what I had to do, and I've come out the other side, cancer free, well, and living my life. No one gets that lucky, no one does six weeks of radiation therapy and has a week of minor issues when it's all said and done. Again humbled, as I question if I am truly deserving of all that I received this past year. And how in the eyes of all all mighty will I ever be a good enough person to repay all this?
Humbled. Sincerely. And a little worried because we all know that I'm not a good person -- all the time.
Questioning, oh there were times when I laid on that couch, feeling like the slug of the century I asked, why me? Then I came up with a list (also documented in another daily blog) of why God thought I needed to be reminded of my humanity. Or not to be so snarky... yes I do engage in the art of the 7 deadly sins, although I have surgically tended to gluttony, I still eat things I shouldn't, gossip, and swear at my fellow man while driving, and watching football... stupid Kansas City Chief place kicker... REALLY!! ??!!
I digress... forgive me. Stupid Refs... (sorry done--- really)
Back to my year end navel gazing...
I was blessed with a job and co-workers that basically rolled with my punches this year... when I got there and did what I could, they were satisfied with that. Who could complain?!?! I was seriously worried when I had enough firing neurons to be worried about my job... but as I sit at my job where the year end lull is occurring... I am gainfully and full time employed and I should be on my knees every morning thanking the big guy above for that! I think he hears me at 5 AM when the alarm goes off and I mutter, "oh lord is it 5 AM already!?" He knows... that is just my way of saying thank you... really. (looking up and listening carefully for the thunder...) Me and you big guy - right?! (wink, nod, ...) really.
WELCOME TO 2014!
I told you it was going to take me a few days to get this done.
It was a great New Years Eve. Spent with good food, friends and love. We went back to our favorite Cajun place, the owner came up and said Happy New Year, home again, rang in the new year with neighbors and home to bed. I have to be honest and say that I did have a hard time when the ball dropped. I was so ready to say good bye to 2013. Of course it's not like I woke up this morning and found that my hair had grown 2 inches and franken-boobie didn't look so franken... I am still me, still having to face the oncologist every three weeks, the plastic surgeon every 8 weeks, and of course reconstruction surgery sometime later this year...
What have a learned from all this? In what way am I a changed person having survived breast cancer? I honestly don't know ... well I do, in some ways I am more patient with things, I am less patient with stupidity, I have more tangible dreams, and some that are still forming. I have more worries, but am trying not to let those rule my life, and I am a bit more emotional - even though all the drugs are trying to suppress all things female about me... I did document that my foundation has not change, and frankly it hasn't. I am still me, I am now very aware of my health and how I should be taking better care of myself, and yet I am still making some of the same mistakes, plate too full, not enough down time, but I think I have tasted down time and re-tasted busy I like to find a happy medium. Of course then I look at my calendar for the next three months, down time will a a distant memory. I'll take April off - on second thought NO no, I won't. I did that a year ago... ;-)
I'll end this year end/beginning with these thoughts, 2013 started with the death of a loved one, then surrounded by more loved ones and life was celebrated. The year brought challenges, blessings and just about everything else under the sun. I am reminded daily how truly blessed I am.
Now... back to Bubba making me crazy and how in my next life I'm coming back as him...
Stay tuned for tales from New Year's Day.
Much love.
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