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...
Thursday, October 30, 2014
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?
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