Or to quote (paraphrase) my favorite movie... "We are awful hateful people!"
Well I am.
I have thoughts... with the grand dinner in August with the in-laws I'm thinking I want to look REALLY GOOD... like figure out how to loose that tummy that is still hanging around, tone up the arms, and get rid of those bingo wings.
Yeah not that it matters, to anyone but me.
Not that they would notice
And the fact that I will be the only one 1) in a dress 2) with hose and 3) not in flip flops should probably be enough... but I want to look good too.
Vanity -- the deadly sin I cater to.
Then someone brought in chocolate chip cookies... I've had 3.
Gluttony -- the deadly sin that owns my taste buds... and my waist line.
Back to figuring out how I can have my cake, eat it, and remain the size I am...
And NO -- we won't mention the "e" word...
Exercise?
I said we won't be mentioning that....
I need a nap - and a manicure.
Happy Friday everyone - off to be productive for half the day anyway... ;-)
Friday, March 28, 2014
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
A bit of gossip and work avoidance.
Because I'm avoiding work, my office mate is gone this week, the gov-y boss
is out today and things are TOO quiet this morning. Plus starting at 9 AM I
have meetings almost back to back to back.... I thought I'd blog ... :-)
I'd like my mother to check with the head PA Girl's Group person to assure her I'm not usually the person she meets at the State Convention. Manic is not my usual methodology.
I think I've mentioned about the Bubba's Family "50th" wedding anniversary extravaganza? The reason we still have snow this late in March - hell is slowly freezing over as Bubba and his sister are communicating regularly and there isn't yelling and nasty name calling involved. I know!
There was the whole --we'll send them on a cruise, and the subsequent booking, asking them update their passports and then the statement "J won't get on a boat" which led to cancellation of said cruise ---- Apparently last night after ANOTHER conversation with his sister (I swear I just saw Hitler doing a double axle in the parking lot) when Bubba Mama J was asked by Ts daughter D why she didn't like cruise ships... she appeared VERY surprised. So apparently Bubba Dad FD didn't want to go and used J as an excuse. Whoopsie! LOL
So instead of an all expense paid trip on a boat - they get all expense paid family pictures. I was a snot and asked Bubba if I was going to be allowed to be in these pictures. He didn't remember the story about older Niece A's second wedding where I was not invited in the family pictures -- and amazing how I've never seen any of those snaps and they have never been mentioned again. (snort, snicker) Whatever. His reaction was to shrug and move on. And he wonders why I blog about his family. Clue pumpkin!
Speaking of his family, his parents made an appearance last weekend... they showed up in time for Dinner Friday night, we ate out all weekend, walked the dogs, Bob showed off his car, his motorcycle and they went home Sunday after brunch. The only thing interesting they mentioned is the fact they don't have their will done! I darn near bit my lips off. Great! When you all kick off - Bubba gets it all, and in spite of your repeated wishes that those "little kids" get taken care of... probably won't happen. Bubba's default formula (according to him) Assets divided by 2 named T and Bubba - after that it's all over. I plan to sit back with a glass of adult beverage and enjoy the show. Please heavens may this be many, many years from now.
I think I offended my mother in law's sensibilities when she mentioned shopping for clothes for A's brood for the summer. I said... why don't you hit up the goodwill store? Summer clothes they are going to out grow and play in all summer - why would you waste good money? She said if she shops for sales at Kohl's she can get $5 t-shirts. Kohls? the woman is an idiot. I'd start at Wal-Mart and go down from there!! I offered to her if she sent me sizes I'd go shopping for them. At the Salvation Army/ GoodWill/ Thrift stores. She I think was shocked that I shopped there! And Bubba doesn't think I'm cheap! I have my moments.
Speaking of cheap - he wants to go to Dish Network instead of Direct TV... he's not going to be happy, I've said that. I told him to read the reviews... but he'll do it anyway - things will suck it will be months before he does anything... then we'll probably switch back and it will be a nightmare. I'm making signs... "I told you so" "Pay the extra $20 and get what you want" - "Amazing how cost is no object with YOUR toys..."
I may hang onto the last one for other things... we'll see.
Oh and he's told me he's working late tonight, tomorrow night because he's taking Friday off to go to Ohio to watch the Pittsburgh Penguins play in Ohio. Did I mention airfare, hotel, and food all weekend? Why yes he's still complaining about my "Group" expenses... Some day I will find the clue bat the works on Bubba... until then...
I will blog....
Signing off and wondering if I can put my toes in my coffee cup! Office will not hot up today!
I'd like my mother to check with the head PA Girl's Group person to assure her I'm not usually the person she meets at the State Convention. Manic is not my usual methodology.
I think I've mentioned about the Bubba's Family "50th" wedding anniversary extravaganza? The reason we still have snow this late in March - hell is slowly freezing over as Bubba and his sister are communicating regularly and there isn't yelling and nasty name calling involved. I know!
There was the whole --we'll send them on a cruise, and the subsequent booking, asking them update their passports and then the statement "J won't get on a boat" which led to cancellation of said cruise ---- Apparently last night after ANOTHER conversation with his sister (I swear I just saw Hitler doing a double axle in the parking lot) when Bubba Mama J was asked by Ts daughter D why she didn't like cruise ships... she appeared VERY surprised. So apparently Bubba Dad FD didn't want to go and used J as an excuse. Whoopsie! LOL
So instead of an all expense paid trip on a boat - they get all expense paid family pictures. I was a snot and asked Bubba if I was going to be allowed to be in these pictures. He didn't remember the story about older Niece A's second wedding where I was not invited in the family pictures -- and amazing how I've never seen any of those snaps and they have never been mentioned again. (snort, snicker) Whatever. His reaction was to shrug and move on. And he wonders why I blog about his family. Clue pumpkin!
Speaking of his family, his parents made an appearance last weekend... they showed up in time for Dinner Friday night, we ate out all weekend, walked the dogs, Bob showed off his car, his motorcycle and they went home Sunday after brunch. The only thing interesting they mentioned is the fact they don't have their will done! I darn near bit my lips off. Great! When you all kick off - Bubba gets it all, and in spite of your repeated wishes that those "little kids" get taken care of... probably won't happen. Bubba's default formula (according to him) Assets divided by 2 named T and Bubba - after that it's all over. I plan to sit back with a glass of adult beverage and enjoy the show. Please heavens may this be many, many years from now.
I think I offended my mother in law's sensibilities when she mentioned shopping for clothes for A's brood for the summer. I said... why don't you hit up the goodwill store? Summer clothes they are going to out grow and play in all summer - why would you waste good money? She said if she shops for sales at Kohl's she can get $5 t-shirts. Kohls? the woman is an idiot. I'd start at Wal-Mart and go down from there!! I offered to her if she sent me sizes I'd go shopping for them. At the Salvation Army/ GoodWill/ Thrift stores. She I think was shocked that I shopped there! And Bubba doesn't think I'm cheap! I have my moments.
Speaking of cheap - he wants to go to Dish Network instead of Direct TV... he's not going to be happy, I've said that. I told him to read the reviews... but he'll do it anyway - things will suck it will be months before he does anything... then we'll probably switch back and it will be a nightmare. I'm making signs... "I told you so" "Pay the extra $20 and get what you want" - "Amazing how cost is no object with YOUR toys..."
I may hang onto the last one for other things... we'll see.
Oh and he's told me he's working late tonight, tomorrow night because he's taking Friday off to go to Ohio to watch the Pittsburgh Penguins play in Ohio. Did I mention airfare, hotel, and food all weekend? Why yes he's still complaining about my "Group" expenses... Some day I will find the clue bat the works on Bubba... until then...
I will blog....
Signing off and wondering if I can put my toes in my coffee cup! Office will not hot up today!
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Need to get a few things off my chest....
My last post was March 5th... that was 1000 years ago... life has been a complete and utter whirlwind of activity and foolishness since.
But first I want to talk about my weekend - it was the annual, no sleep, drama, drama, drama, teen age girls and whiny mama Girls' Group Annual Convention weekend. The added fun this year was my local group had the president -- so we had a U-HAUL truck full of crap and lots of extra work to do.
Now there were 3 adults with my group, technically 5- one is chained to the sales table all weekend I never see her or can count on her for anything extra. One is on oxygen and is frankly useless, and third is helpful to a point but is so sick in this hotel I want to wrap her up in a bio-hazard suit just to ensure I don't get whatever lung ick she's trying to expel.
My room mate is like me - a moron - after all who without children volunteers to take time off from work to haul, lift, carry, change your clothes 4 times a day, and herd teenagers through a Furry Convention of humping freaks in a 3rd rate dumpy hotel??
Oh we'll get to the Furry convention.... sweet Lord we'll get to them...
Where was I going with this... oh yeah.... Let me set the dynamic... this group has a lady who for the next 5 months is in charge of EVERYTHING - Nationally. She had to give up her MD in charge post when she took the national job 18 months ago. Not that she really left - or let go for that matter.
Now this lady who I will call Mandy has never really liked me much - I walked in, started thinking I could add to the conversation - then questioned why things were done this way - didn't sufficiently kiss her nether regions - and became persona-non-grata. I've learn to live with it - and frankly enjoy it...
The lady who pseudo-replaced Mandy as the leader of MD, likes me. Haven't figured out how or why - but she does... I like her. She calls, we talk, I do what she needs it works. Like a real grown up professional relationship. Go figure.
My kid was President of MD for the last year - this was her convention. Apparently that only applies when its a kid of the chosen few (i.e. those who kiss Mandy's nether regions)... again NOT me. So when the President Kid tried to do X, or Y and it didn't meet with some one's inner circle they gossip like 14 year olds and say how she thinks it's all about the President Kid--- it is!! We are a girl's organization - we are there to advise and guide not bully and be petty... but alas the inner circle has yet to figure that part out.
My kid did a great job! She traveled all year, worked hard and did things right. The inner circle made her life hell. And I can't blame her when she told me she won't be back. She said if I needed her for something local - no problem but don't expect her back at state events. And these people wonder why the older girls don't come back.... Um Clue?!? I told my kid to go enjoy forget all this for a while - I'd let her know when, where and how we'd need her again. About 2 years. ;-)
I guess what I'm chewing on is -- what can I do?? And the answer is nothing! If I call out the inner circle they are vindictive enough to make my kids' life a living heck - and since I've got another one in line to be president and her parents are both clueless and useless... why make thing harder than they already are going to be?!? Vent here, keep doing what I'm doing and plow ahead... what fun.
And Deep Cleansing Breath.... several good night's sleep under my belt... And ahhhh Zen. Well at least I've expressed the emotions and moved on. Why beat a dead horse...
Speaking of dead horses - or at least their aroma.... The Furries Convention. Sweet Lord do I lead a sheltered life... I didn't know what the Sam-heck a Furry was... now I do - in full living and smelly color... for those, like me, who are, well, clueless, let me 'splain. Furries are grown people who dress up in costumes like animals, dogs, cats, foxes, other things I couldn't readily identify... head to toe. Oh there are those who just don tails, and ears and hand covers (XXL) and foot covers... they drink, all day, all night, and apparently according to multiple witnesses (1 of which I was NOT) these people hump in the lobby of hotels. After two days with these folks... the one hall way we were permitted to use to get to elevators had a certain shall I say... a rank aroma. Frankly it stank to high holy hell... I shutter to think of what is done in those suits but frankly boys and girls - a room simply for steam clean, and Febreeze showers isn't too much to ask for.
But ask yourself this... what hotel manager in his or her right mind books a Group of teenage girls convention the SAME weekend as a Furries Convention??!? Adults had to escort kids everywhere, we had to restrict what part of the hotel they could go to - but again apparently the lobby was becoming a no-go -- I heard a Grand Mother checked out of the Hotel and took her kids with her after a "display" in the lobby. Nice no?
Now - I can just imagine what folks think of kids and adults wondering around dressed in white dresses for days on end, but we keep to our meeting room and don't bother anyone else - and for the most part those Furry folks did the same... but again, in what universe is a group of hard partying drinking adults in costumes is a good idea the same time as a bunch of teenage girls?!? Maybe they did that because when we were going to breakfast these people were going to bed... NOT kidding.
It certainly added to the spice of the weekend. I can only hope this is the final straw to leaving this crappy hotel for good. The place is a complete dump... but they have been having this convention there for 20 plus years... same carpets and everything. Of course if I were to say anything negative against the sacred cow of the State Convention Hotel I would be labeled and shunned - oh wait. Too Late - but its like trying to teach a pig to sing, it frustrates you and annoys the pig. This boys and girls is why Aunt Ing sits in the back of the room with her Kindle. Keeps her out of trouble... at least it tries to.
Some days are better than others...
All righty-- I have vented, purged and otherwise excised the demons of the weekend. Furry and Petty alike. I am off to pretend to do something constructive - and enjoy a un-booked, unplanned week ahead. Oh yeah have I mentioned my in-laws are supposed to visit this weekend??? I may start drinking again.
Later...
But first I want to talk about my weekend - it was the annual, no sleep, drama, drama, drama, teen age girls and whiny mama Girls' Group Annual Convention weekend. The added fun this year was my local group had the president -- so we had a U-HAUL truck full of crap and lots of extra work to do.
Now there were 3 adults with my group, technically 5- one is chained to the sales table all weekend I never see her or can count on her for anything extra. One is on oxygen and is frankly useless, and third is helpful to a point but is so sick in this hotel I want to wrap her up in a bio-hazard suit just to ensure I don't get whatever lung ick she's trying to expel.
My room mate is like me - a moron - after all who without children volunteers to take time off from work to haul, lift, carry, change your clothes 4 times a day, and herd teenagers through a Furry Convention of humping freaks in a 3rd rate dumpy hotel??
Oh we'll get to the Furry convention.... sweet Lord we'll get to them...
Where was I going with this... oh yeah.... Let me set the dynamic... this group has a lady who for the next 5 months is in charge of EVERYTHING - Nationally. She had to give up her MD in charge post when she took the national job 18 months ago. Not that she really left - or let go for that matter.
Now this lady who I will call Mandy has never really liked me much - I walked in, started thinking I could add to the conversation - then questioned why things were done this way - didn't sufficiently kiss her nether regions - and became persona-non-grata. I've learn to live with it - and frankly enjoy it...
The lady who pseudo-replaced Mandy as the leader of MD, likes me. Haven't figured out how or why - but she does... I like her. She calls, we talk, I do what she needs it works. Like a real grown up professional relationship. Go figure.
My kid was President of MD for the last year - this was her convention. Apparently that only applies when its a kid of the chosen few (i.e. those who kiss Mandy's nether regions)... again NOT me. So when the President Kid tried to do X, or Y and it didn't meet with some one's inner circle they gossip like 14 year olds and say how she thinks it's all about the President Kid--- it is!! We are a girl's organization - we are there to advise and guide not bully and be petty... but alas the inner circle has yet to figure that part out.
My kid did a great job! She traveled all year, worked hard and did things right. The inner circle made her life hell. And I can't blame her when she told me she won't be back. She said if I needed her for something local - no problem but don't expect her back at state events. And these people wonder why the older girls don't come back.... Um Clue?!? I told my kid to go enjoy forget all this for a while - I'd let her know when, where and how we'd need her again. About 2 years. ;-)
I guess what I'm chewing on is -- what can I do?? And the answer is nothing! If I call out the inner circle they are vindictive enough to make my kids' life a living heck - and since I've got another one in line to be president and her parents are both clueless and useless... why make thing harder than they already are going to be?!? Vent here, keep doing what I'm doing and plow ahead... what fun.
And Deep Cleansing Breath.... several good night's sleep under my belt... And ahhhh Zen. Well at least I've expressed the emotions and moved on. Why beat a dead horse...
Speaking of dead horses - or at least their aroma.... The Furries Convention. Sweet Lord do I lead a sheltered life... I didn't know what the Sam-heck a Furry was... now I do - in full living and smelly color... for those, like me, who are, well, clueless, let me 'splain. Furries are grown people who dress up in costumes like animals, dogs, cats, foxes, other things I couldn't readily identify... head to toe. Oh there are those who just don tails, and ears and hand covers (XXL) and foot covers... they drink, all day, all night, and apparently according to multiple witnesses (1 of which I was NOT) these people hump in the lobby of hotels. After two days with these folks... the one hall way we were permitted to use to get to elevators had a certain shall I say... a rank aroma. Frankly it stank to high holy hell... I shutter to think of what is done in those suits but frankly boys and girls - a room simply for steam clean, and Febreeze showers isn't too much to ask for.
But ask yourself this... what hotel manager in his or her right mind books a Group of teenage girls convention the SAME weekend as a Furries Convention??!? Adults had to escort kids everywhere, we had to restrict what part of the hotel they could go to - but again apparently the lobby was becoming a no-go -- I heard a Grand Mother checked out of the Hotel and took her kids with her after a "display" in the lobby. Nice no?
Now - I can just imagine what folks think of kids and adults wondering around dressed in white dresses for days on end, but we keep to our meeting room and don't bother anyone else - and for the most part those Furry folks did the same... but again, in what universe is a group of hard partying drinking adults in costumes is a good idea the same time as a bunch of teenage girls?!? Maybe they did that because when we were going to breakfast these people were going to bed... NOT kidding.
It certainly added to the spice of the weekend. I can only hope this is the final straw to leaving this crappy hotel for good. The place is a complete dump... but they have been having this convention there for 20 plus years... same carpets and everything. Of course if I were to say anything negative against the sacred cow of the State Convention Hotel I would be labeled and shunned - oh wait. Too Late - but its like trying to teach a pig to sing, it frustrates you and annoys the pig. This boys and girls is why Aunt Ing sits in the back of the room with her Kindle. Keeps her out of trouble... at least it tries to.
Some days are better than others...
All righty-- I have vented, purged and otherwise excised the demons of the weekend. Furry and Petty alike. I am off to pretend to do something constructive - and enjoy a un-booked, unplanned week ahead. Oh yeah have I mentioned my in-laws are supposed to visit this weekend??? I may start drinking again.
Later...
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
The moose is cold....
I had a brief one-sided conversation with the moose that sits outside our house this morning...
Once again the temperatures were in the single digits... Mr. Moose is wearing his traditional Irish Green ribbon for March. It's March - green things -- spring... warmth... er not so much. Mr. Moose checked in with me to ensure that it was indeed March in spite of the current temperatures and the white 'stuff' still covering the ground.
He did thank me for finally changing his adornment as Christmas had indeed come and gone and he was starting to feel self conscience about still having that ribbon on into February. I blamed Bubba, he understood but still looked unconvinced... or maybe his face was just frozen... after all it was 9 degrees out this morning.
Have I mentioned it's cold?
Have I mentioned everyone is sick of winter??
Have I mentioned that my brain is frozen and I'm having conversations with inanimate objects that sit outside my house wearing seasonal ribbons?
Before you call the men with the white coats and long sleeved-wrap around jacket -- no I have not gone around the bend... let's call it a literary device to allow me to again whine and complain about the weather. TIRED of being cold all the time... and the new hair cut is not helping. I actually put the wig on last night... still tight so I sighed and put on a hat.
The cold is backing off... a bit, but I am making sure that I am in bed early and taking care of me. I got sick because I let myself get run down (tis the season) and I still have 3 events to get through along with a practice and an audit. I'm tired just thinking about it.
Yesterday I actually went grocery shopping for the first time in weeks... after all No Bubba for dinner - why bother. But after being trapped at home with Bubba all day Monday, and making breakfast, lunch and dinner from what I found in the pantry... I needed to go. So did that last night, got home, walked Shelby, quickly and shortly and she was happy, she sniffed white snow, yellow snow and heaven help me brown snow... I did some laundry, made dinner, and was in bed by 9 PM. I was tired.
Bubba was happy - dinner was good - last night there was peace. That was that strange ripple in the force you felt yesterday.... it's all right - work is driving his nuts we'll be back to crazy soon. Trust me.
All right I'm going to sign off, stare at my computer screen and hope for something insightful to come my way... oh yeah and off to nag Rainbow girls... Grand Assembly 1 weeks. ACK!
I may just start drinking now -- that will cure this cold. Right? Don't answer that.
Once again the temperatures were in the single digits... Mr. Moose is wearing his traditional Irish Green ribbon for March. It's March - green things -- spring... warmth... er not so much. Mr. Moose checked in with me to ensure that it was indeed March in spite of the current temperatures and the white 'stuff' still covering the ground.
He did thank me for finally changing his adornment as Christmas had indeed come and gone and he was starting to feel self conscience about still having that ribbon on into February. I blamed Bubba, he understood but still looked unconvinced... or maybe his face was just frozen... after all it was 9 degrees out this morning.
Have I mentioned it's cold?
Have I mentioned everyone is sick of winter??
Have I mentioned that my brain is frozen and I'm having conversations with inanimate objects that sit outside my house wearing seasonal ribbons?
Before you call the men with the white coats and long sleeved-wrap around jacket -- no I have not gone around the bend... let's call it a literary device to allow me to again whine and complain about the weather. TIRED of being cold all the time... and the new hair cut is not helping. I actually put the wig on last night... still tight so I sighed and put on a hat.
The cold is backing off... a bit, but I am making sure that I am in bed early and taking care of me. I got sick because I let myself get run down (tis the season) and I still have 3 events to get through along with a practice and an audit. I'm tired just thinking about it.
Yesterday I actually went grocery shopping for the first time in weeks... after all No Bubba for dinner - why bother. But after being trapped at home with Bubba all day Monday, and making breakfast, lunch and dinner from what I found in the pantry... I needed to go. So did that last night, got home, walked Shelby, quickly and shortly and she was happy, she sniffed white snow, yellow snow and heaven help me brown snow... I did some laundry, made dinner, and was in bed by 9 PM. I was tired.
Bubba was happy - dinner was good - last night there was peace. That was that strange ripple in the force you felt yesterday.... it's all right - work is driving his nuts we'll be back to crazy soon. Trust me.
All right I'm going to sign off, stare at my computer screen and hope for something insightful to come my way... oh yeah and off to nag Rainbow girls... Grand Assembly 1 weeks. ACK!
I may just start drinking now -- that will cure this cold. Right? Don't answer that.
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