It has hit. It's rainy and warm, I blasting Christmas carols in an attempt to ward off the blas... thus far I'd say things are neck in neck between Bla and yeah! Christmas.
Last night I was in a very funky mood, all I wanted was someone somewhere to do something nice for me, lift something, wash something, ANY thing... I think that funk started when my husband called and asked me to make him a salad and he could hot up his own dinner as I had a meeting.
WTH? You can't pull lettuce out of the fridge, use the pre-cut carrots and celery (by ME) and slice your own freaking tomato into a bowl??? What is the hard part of this dear? Sharp objects? The location of the veggie drawer, craftily nested in the fridge - after all that lower lever trips up a lot of people, one must look down to see it -- it's not on the top shelf dancing like the commercials (Pick me! Pick me!)
Tossed the salad makings on the counter, pulled down a bowl, the knife and left. It was better than making his salad and leaving it for him in his chair. The dog would have eaten the carrots and lettuce gives her killer puppy farts....
Yeah let's go with that...
OK -- so walked away from my desk, talked to a few co-workers and Yeah! Christmas feeling is starting to edge out the blas... I busted my hump making cookies, gave buckets to all my co-workers yesterday (bought at the Dollar store last year) and I just got the best compliments from folks including the new "boss" who is still in the "eh" category, I included her in my gift giving, but since she's talked about losing 50 pounds and working hard at another 40 I gave her hand picked fruit instead of cookies. In the nice bucket ... she was so happy she's thanked me for two days, and just a few minutes ago she said she posted my bucket of fruit on her Facebook page and gave me credit - without naming names. We can't do that... ;-)
So, the feeling of I'm giving giving and getting nothing back - currently isn't holding true I'm getting lots of compliments on the baking.
Oh and did I mention Carpool Buddy gave me a memory stick with 899 Christmas songs -- no that isn't a typo -- 899 Christmas songs with everything from Hawaiian Christmas to Elvis to Country and Bluegrass... he had a great time scrolling through on the way home sampling all the songs and telling me about this that and the other... I won't need to change the radio the entire trip to PA and back, and every ride in between... see more Yeah! Christmas!
Its my last day at work for a week, I am trying to make plans to watch football with my family on Sunday, my in-laws have changed plans for Wednesday -- on Monday thank you very much ... I have no idea what we are doing when and frankly at this point... don't care. I am getting close to staying in my PJ's all day Christmas and drinking egg nog and eating cookies. Screw the world. Me and Shelby are staying home alone - because if Bubba stays too -- we'll need more nog; and that much dairy product in my system would not make for happiness... I'll stick to the straight liquor.
All right off to apply for another job to get me out of this one! Although having nothing to do for two days did allow me to catch up on other paperwork I needed to get done. Goodness what would I do if I had a job that I had to work hard at...
check back - there might be a Christmas wrap up or there might be a post establishing an alibi.
Merry Christmas... Aunt Ing.
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Friday, December 11, 2015
My life...
Now I must preface this rant with I have a job, a house and my health I have NO room what so every to whine and complain. But I'm goin' anyway...
First my job... to say that not much is happening here is a gi-nor-mous under statement. I cleaned out the nastiest work fridge today. Horror movies were made with less muck and crap that I cleaned out of that thing. It killed 30 minutes of my day and gave me a small sense of accomplishment.
How sad is that statement??
My government boss hired a PM to 'oversee' my team plus 3 other teams. She seems like a nice enough lady - to quote country music "I really hate her - I'll think of a reason later"
She's involved in all these other meetings, she's been tasked to market our team, (we're currently understaffed) and frankly I'm more than a bit put out by the entire thing. Especially when she took work I did, rejiggered it and presented it back to me as something new and different.
My office mate and I are certainly able to do all the things this woman is doing, but my ghost of a gov boss decided to hire someone else.
Yes, I'm actively looking for another job. Lots of submissions, three interviews and a whole lotta nothing. I spoke to a former company boss he told me to hang tough, its the old line "its not you its them".
My husband is now on high blood pressure meds - meaning meds to bring down his blood pressure down and he's claiming - with a straight face no less - that they are mellowing him out. He got ticked when I laughed. He used the example Monday night when we had Lake Aunt Ing in the family basement. My husband claimed that he was mellow because he called the contractor, and cleaned up the mess. "And I didn't go off on the guy" I couldn't find the words to make my husband understand that - that was the right and appropriate response, that is what MOST normal people do. You're initial reaction to lose your cool and yell and scream is counter-productive to handling something and getting it cleaned up and over with. See also reaction to when our almost-15 year old dog has a poop mistake in the house. It's usually in the laundry room takes exactly 2.4 minutes to deal with and you're done. When my idiot husband finds it, he drags the dog in the room, smears poop every-freaking-where and now takes 30 minutes to clean up the floor, the rug, the dog and the murderous thoughts running through my brain.
There are reasons we don't tell my husband things. It makes life 1) easier, 2) calmer and 3) run more smoothly. And it keeps me out of jail and signing off the rights to my Lifetime movie under the "snapped" category.
I had a mammogram today. Two shots of lefty, 5 minute wait. Clean bill of health. Done. I brought doughnuts into the office. I've had two. I probably shouldn't have.
I am going shopping tonight after work. Alone. I just found a reason to live. ;-)
I'm baking cookies this weekend. There will be happiness. I'm making egg nog next weekend. There will be drinking.
I have a Ladies group meeting Monday night - initiation. Long night, and I get to do most of the walking. I know about half the part. Can't work up the energy to get the rest of it in my brain. Working on it.
Funny story, got a text from my father-in-law saying that he sent information regarding my darling husband's birthday. I have checked all the email accounts I have, all phones with voice mail, and asked my darling husband if he has received a message from his father. All in the negative category. So it begs the question, where the heck did he send this message? My email is at the bottom of the invite. How freaking hard is that?
I probably shouldn't ask the question.
This is all contributing to my attitude problem. I'm desperately trying to keep it under wraps at work see previous statement to new PM. Heaven only knows what she's tasked with in terms of personnel changes.
I went to a yoga class last night. She kicked my butt, probably should have started with a more gentle class but I managed to do most of it. Twisting was a new thrill. We'll see how we do this weekend. I can also tell you working out in Spankx is NO fun.
I'm down to killing another 45 minutes and we can call this week done. Still haven't figure out all this Ladies Group stock paperwork...
First my job... to say that not much is happening here is a gi-nor-mous under statement. I cleaned out the nastiest work fridge today. Horror movies were made with less muck and crap that I cleaned out of that thing. It killed 30 minutes of my day and gave me a small sense of accomplishment.
How sad is that statement??
My government boss hired a PM to 'oversee' my team plus 3 other teams. She seems like a nice enough lady - to quote country music "I really hate her - I'll think of a reason later"
She's involved in all these other meetings, she's been tasked to market our team, (we're currently understaffed) and frankly I'm more than a bit put out by the entire thing. Especially when she took work I did, rejiggered it and presented it back to me as something new and different.
My office mate and I are certainly able to do all the things this woman is doing, but my ghost of a gov boss decided to hire someone else.
Yes, I'm actively looking for another job. Lots of submissions, three interviews and a whole lotta nothing. I spoke to a former company boss he told me to hang tough, its the old line "its not you its them".
My husband is now on high blood pressure meds - meaning meds to bring down his blood pressure down and he's claiming - with a straight face no less - that they are mellowing him out. He got ticked when I laughed. He used the example Monday night when we had Lake Aunt Ing in the family basement. My husband claimed that he was mellow because he called the contractor, and cleaned up the mess. "And I didn't go off on the guy" I couldn't find the words to make my husband understand that - that was the right and appropriate response, that is what MOST normal people do. You're initial reaction to lose your cool and yell and scream is counter-productive to handling something and getting it cleaned up and over with. See also reaction to when our almost-15 year old dog has a poop mistake in the house. It's usually in the laundry room takes exactly 2.4 minutes to deal with and you're done. When my idiot husband finds it, he drags the dog in the room, smears poop every-freaking-where and now takes 30 minutes to clean up the floor, the rug, the dog and the murderous thoughts running through my brain.
There are reasons we don't tell my husband things. It makes life 1) easier, 2) calmer and 3) run more smoothly. And it keeps me out of jail and signing off the rights to my Lifetime movie under the "snapped" category.
I had a mammogram today. Two shots of lefty, 5 minute wait. Clean bill of health. Done. I brought doughnuts into the office. I've had two. I probably shouldn't have.
I am going shopping tonight after work. Alone. I just found a reason to live. ;-)
I'm baking cookies this weekend. There will be happiness. I'm making egg nog next weekend. There will be drinking.
I have a Ladies group meeting Monday night - initiation. Long night, and I get to do most of the walking. I know about half the part. Can't work up the energy to get the rest of it in my brain. Working on it.
Funny story, got a text from my father-in-law saying that he sent information regarding my darling husband's birthday. I have checked all the email accounts I have, all phones with voice mail, and asked my darling husband if he has received a message from his father. All in the negative category. So it begs the question, where the heck did he send this message? My email is at the bottom of the invite. How freaking hard is that?
I probably shouldn't ask the question.
This is all contributing to my attitude problem. I'm desperately trying to keep it under wraps at work see previous statement to new PM. Heaven only knows what she's tasked with in terms of personnel changes.
I went to a yoga class last night. She kicked my butt, probably should have started with a more gentle class but I managed to do most of it. Twisting was a new thrill. We'll see how we do this weekend. I can also tell you working out in Spankx is NO fun.
I'm down to killing another 45 minutes and we can call this week done. Still haven't figure out all this Ladies Group stock paperwork...
Thursday, December 10, 2015
That great sucking sound....
The giant sucking sound you heard about 7:45 PM last evening was my husband, sucking every ounce of holiday cheer and good will out of my very living soul.
Overly dramatic? Not so much -- Let me 'splain...
Left work 30 minutes earlier than usual because Carpool Buddy is in a band and they had a gig last night. So, great! Home 30 minutes early, went to Kohl's because I needed a new shower curtain liner for the upstairs bath. I didn't want a cheapy Wally World one so off to Kohl's I went, in the parking lot I remembered I had coupon! so - Whoopy yeah me! In, I get my liner, I also see a nice rug for the down stairs bath. I get that too -- when said and done I spent $8.
This was after I spent $80 at the agency store... I got Christmas presents - and stuff...
Anyway -- when to the store, picked up Bubba's meds, and milk, and headed home, walked Shelby and then proceeded to pull out all our Christmas decorations, I had music playing I was dancing and enjoying my time, setting all that holiday goodies out -- happy; I was happy dammit.
Then - he arrived home.... his first statement to me was why is Lodge guy emailing you?!? I am in charge of the luncheon in January. In my defense I don't remember agreeing to do this - but apparently in some drug filled state I did. Oh lucky me. ANY way - per usual he has not so minor meltdown, I tell him basically to piss off then he goes off an Amazon boxes that have arrived at our home... its Christmas and the box that arrived??? HIS requested book! Ass hat.
So, off went the music, I hotted up dinner, we ate, AND while I was making dinner, he says "oh you're not talking to me now?" Seriously. My comment was I was tired of being yelled at - here eat this and don't sniff too hard you'll snort the rat poison. No, no I didn't but a sprinkling of something unpleasant did cross my mind. I was happy dammit.
Cleaned up the last of the boxes, my house is all nice and Christmas-y and my jolly spirit is buried somewhere in the deep recesses of my husband's fickle moods. Ass hat.
Tonight however, I signed up for a yoga class while he's off motorcycle club-ing so I will have a bit of Zen upon his return to our humble abode. I feel bad that I'm leaving Miss Shelby, but I felt a twinge in my back today and I have to get back on the workout wagon. That and when darling Bubba makes my life crabby, I eat - and not good things. Home girl needs to lay off the goodies.
So - silver lining -- yoga tonight, twice this weekend, seeing some old friends Saturday, a fight to the death at the mall either Friday night or Saturday afternoon for final shopping... and cooking making, icing, packing and finally, hopefully, by NEXT weekend I will see my dining room table again. It's currently covered in cookies completed or cookies in still in their 'unassembled' state.
Ho, ho, ho you'll shoot your eye out kid!
Overly dramatic? Not so much -- Let me 'splain...
Left work 30 minutes earlier than usual because Carpool Buddy is in a band and they had a gig last night. So, great! Home 30 minutes early, went to Kohl's because I needed a new shower curtain liner for the upstairs bath. I didn't want a cheapy Wally World one so off to Kohl's I went, in the parking lot I remembered I had coupon! so - Whoopy yeah me! In, I get my liner, I also see a nice rug for the down stairs bath. I get that too -- when said and done I spent $8.
This was after I spent $80 at the agency store... I got Christmas presents - and stuff...
Anyway -- when to the store, picked up Bubba's meds, and milk, and headed home, walked Shelby and then proceeded to pull out all our Christmas decorations, I had music playing I was dancing and enjoying my time, setting all that holiday goodies out -- happy; I was happy dammit.
Then - he arrived home.... his first statement to me was why is Lodge guy emailing you?!? I am in charge of the luncheon in January. In my defense I don't remember agreeing to do this - but apparently in some drug filled state I did. Oh lucky me. ANY way - per usual he has not so minor meltdown, I tell him basically to piss off then he goes off an Amazon boxes that have arrived at our home... its Christmas and the box that arrived??? HIS requested book! Ass hat.
So, off went the music, I hotted up dinner, we ate, AND while I was making dinner, he says "oh you're not talking to me now?" Seriously. My comment was I was tired of being yelled at - here eat this and don't sniff too hard you'll snort the rat poison. No, no I didn't but a sprinkling of something unpleasant did cross my mind. I was happy dammit.
Cleaned up the last of the boxes, my house is all nice and Christmas-y and my jolly spirit is buried somewhere in the deep recesses of my husband's fickle moods. Ass hat.
Tonight however, I signed up for a yoga class while he's off motorcycle club-ing so I will have a bit of Zen upon his return to our humble abode. I feel bad that I'm leaving Miss Shelby, but I felt a twinge in my back today and I have to get back on the workout wagon. That and when darling Bubba makes my life crabby, I eat - and not good things. Home girl needs to lay off the goodies.
So - silver lining -- yoga tonight, twice this weekend, seeing some old friends Saturday, a fight to the death at the mall either Friday night or Saturday afternoon for final shopping... and cooking making, icing, packing and finally, hopefully, by NEXT weekend I will see my dining room table again. It's currently covered in cookies completed or cookies in still in their 'unassembled' state.
Ho, ho, ho you'll shoot your eye out kid!
Monday, December 7, 2015
TWO MONTHS!
Yeesh. Sorry, in my defense, October blew by in a fit of getting ready for bathroom remodel, getting ready for vacation, and getting ready for surgery...
We are now in December the bathrooms are 9/10's done, vacation came and went WAY to quickly, and surgery was over, done and we are still enjoying the fun left overs...
I am currently in full blown panic mode. I have 6000 things to get done, enough time for 5 of them and a whole host of other issues I seriously don't want to deal with.
I need a list of lists, with subcategories and color coded tabs, each with a POC list and a pill to chill out the man I married, an maybe one for me. I am seriously considering starting to drink today and not stopping until some time after January 19th. (year TBD)
My first issue is my Ladies' Group. We gained another organization and their financial stuff is making me crazy! I don't have all the information I need, when I try to get things organized I am losing it. So, I must now take a good 2 hours of my life, sit down, figure out where each piece of this puzzle ended up and try and get this organized enough to enter into accounting software so I can say with some level of certainty that this is where we stand, this is where this is located and here is all the necessary information we need. 2 hours might be optimistic.
Bathrooms -- all glory days our bathrooms are wonderful.
The rest of the house needs work.
We're making plans.
Christmas -- sweet baby lord above the annual Christmas panic. Bob has threatened to go back to Canada for a week - was it wrong I pulled out his suitcase and started to pack for him? I got SO much done when he was gone...
I just begged off the Lodge dinner I said I could do this week, because frankly - I can't! Just not enough band width to get it all done this week.
Husband just called -- his wrist still isn't right from his little boo-boo with LuLu back in August/ July... so finally we see a specialist, who said, yep broken, so now we must schedule CAT scans, MRI's and wait for his royal highness to tell me if/when./where/what and why of any possible surgery dates. Watch him do this right before his birthday. A sore, cranky Bubba -- boy what a party! LOL
Whew - all right I'm going to pretend to work, collate my lists of lists with extra Gingerbread spice for that holiday feeling and wonder if anyone will notice if I just carry the bottle of liquor with me where ever I go...
Later
We are now in December the bathrooms are 9/10's done, vacation came and went WAY to quickly, and surgery was over, done and we are still enjoying the fun left overs...
I am currently in full blown panic mode. I have 6000 things to get done, enough time for 5 of them and a whole host of other issues I seriously don't want to deal with.
I need a list of lists, with subcategories and color coded tabs, each with a POC list and a pill to chill out the man I married, an maybe one for me. I am seriously considering starting to drink today and not stopping until some time after January 19th. (year TBD)
My first issue is my Ladies' Group. We gained another organization and their financial stuff is making me crazy! I don't have all the information I need, when I try to get things organized I am losing it. So, I must now take a good 2 hours of my life, sit down, figure out where each piece of this puzzle ended up and try and get this organized enough to enter into accounting software so I can say with some level of certainty that this is where we stand, this is where this is located and here is all the necessary information we need. 2 hours might be optimistic.
Bathrooms -- all glory days our bathrooms are wonderful.
The rest of the house needs work.
We're making plans.
Christmas -- sweet baby lord above the annual Christmas panic. Bob has threatened to go back to Canada for a week - was it wrong I pulled out his suitcase and started to pack for him? I got SO much done when he was gone...
I just begged off the Lodge dinner I said I could do this week, because frankly - I can't! Just not enough band width to get it all done this week.
Husband just called -- his wrist still isn't right from his little boo-boo with LuLu back in August/ July... so finally we see a specialist, who said, yep broken, so now we must schedule CAT scans, MRI's and wait for his royal highness to tell me if/when./where/what and why of any possible surgery dates. Watch him do this right before his birthday. A sore, cranky Bubba -- boy what a party! LOL
Whew - all right I'm going to pretend to work, collate my lists of lists with extra Gingerbread spice for that holiday feeling and wonder if anyone will notice if I just carry the bottle of liquor with me where ever I go...
Later
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Get ready boys and girls...
The first shot has been fired in what I fear will be a LONG battle in Bubba and Aunt Ing bathroom remodel project.
Sunday - we enjoyed the Steelers game and some good Mexican food; then we went shopping, to Lowes to make some decisions. Now I will say Sunday, yesterday and up to 45 minutes ago today I would say they are the final decisions.... now not so much.
Why???
Because - Bubba and I saw a cool bowl for our big bathroom sink, it was on clearance, he said to me - go ahead and order it as it's on clearance! I swear to the high heavens above me I'm going to start recording EVERY freaking word that man says to me regarding this mess...
So, place isn't open on Sunday, forgot about it yesterday, called today and bought it. Called Bubba to go get it today! -- He called, in a complete SNIT, told me not to do anything else, because he found something like it at Home Depot for $50 less with extras... bla - de bla - blaaaaaaaa...
Long story short, called them back, said that my husband ordered one last night didn't tell me, can we cancel the order -- since it was about literally 45 minutes from order to cancel they were gracious. Aren't I lucky?
This boys and girls was indeed the opening volley in what will be a long and stressful battle. Two reasons, my husband is cheap and he has no taste. The man picks colors like he sings... off key and off center. Lord help me.
He tried to blame me over the phone that the reason we had THIS issue was because "I went to bed" and "I'm never home."
Did he say to me when I got home (at 8:20 after a meeting) that he looked up this bowl elsewhere, and did I want to see it. I want is noted for the digital record that I came home, changed my clothes and came back down stairs to spend "quality time" with my beloved pain in the nether -regions! Did he utter a word??? Did he say, sink, bathroom, Home Depot, kiss my grits or any other word to me??? If you're playing along at home, give yourself an extra 5 point bonus if you immediately said NO. Anything else -- go back and start over.
So --- thankfully no problem returned tended and done. I imagine the 'discussion' that will ensue upon his royal highness's arrival this evening...
I want cake for lunch -- is that wrong? Probably I meet with the trainer this afternoon... I'll be too tired to fight with him...
Stay tuned... this is going to be a long one boys and girls. Popcorn sales just went up.
Sunday - we enjoyed the Steelers game and some good Mexican food; then we went shopping, to Lowes to make some decisions. Now I will say Sunday, yesterday and up to 45 minutes ago today I would say they are the final decisions.... now not so much.
Why???
Because - Bubba and I saw a cool bowl for our big bathroom sink, it was on clearance, he said to me - go ahead and order it as it's on clearance! I swear to the high heavens above me I'm going to start recording EVERY freaking word that man says to me regarding this mess...
So, place isn't open on Sunday, forgot about it yesterday, called today and bought it. Called Bubba to go get it today! -- He called, in a complete SNIT, told me not to do anything else, because he found something like it at Home Depot for $50 less with extras... bla - de bla - blaaaaaaaa...
Long story short, called them back, said that my husband ordered one last night didn't tell me, can we cancel the order -- since it was about literally 45 minutes from order to cancel they were gracious. Aren't I lucky?
This boys and girls was indeed the opening volley in what will be a long and stressful battle. Two reasons, my husband is cheap and he has no taste. The man picks colors like he sings... off key and off center. Lord help me.
He tried to blame me over the phone that the reason we had THIS issue was because "I went to bed" and "I'm never home."
Did he say to me when I got home (at 8:20 after a meeting) that he looked up this bowl elsewhere, and did I want to see it. I want is noted for the digital record that I came home, changed my clothes and came back down stairs to spend "quality time" with my beloved pain in the nether -regions! Did he utter a word??? Did he say, sink, bathroom, Home Depot, kiss my grits or any other word to me??? If you're playing along at home, give yourself an extra 5 point bonus if you immediately said NO. Anything else -- go back and start over.
So --- thankfully no problem returned tended and done. I imagine the 'discussion' that will ensue upon his royal highness's arrival this evening...
I want cake for lunch -- is that wrong? Probably I meet with the trainer this afternoon... I'll be too tired to fight with him...
Stay tuned... this is going to be a long one boys and girls. Popcorn sales just went up.
Friday, September 18, 2015
Not a good week...
And I don't know why...it was a regular week, work is work, had carpool Buddy for 4 of the 5 days, no pressing deadlines, no bosses to worry about...
Is it because I'm bored out of my freaking gourd??
Is it because I had an interview yesterday out of the dozen or so applications I've put in and it's a job that would offer no challenge or growth potential what-so-ever??
Is it because when I get in a room with my company management I suddenly have idiotic poop-spew of the mouth??
Is it because in a fit of - chill - before said interview I took an evening yoga class - only to have my idiot husband complain - because I was gone too long?
Doesn't matter if he had read the email or listened to the phone conversation all the information was presented to him - I swear I'm going to start making flash cards. Maybe if I keep it to under 4 fours per card he might catch a clue. Not counting on it.
Speaking of my darling life-mate -- will someone PLEASE try and explain to me what the heck is the major issue -- let me 'splain. Wednesday, I asked darling husband if he minded if I took an evening yoga class. He comes back with why don't you use the gym your paid for... I did, I do probably a WHOLE lot more than your fancy gym, next to your office, which is a 15-20 minute commute - ANY way... I said I did listed dates and times, and said if there are no objections I want to relax before said interview Thursday morning.
Wednesday afternoon, I am home regular time, I walk the dog, I clean the kitchen, I prep for dinner, I cook and eat my dinner, THEN his royal highness decided to come home. I made his dinner, put it in the oven and said I'll be back about 9 -ish (90 minute class plus travel time). I leave, I go to class, I liked it, I fill my gas tank, I get home at 9:25 - I am greeted at the door with "Where the F have you been?"
I look at Captain Crankypants - realize that class was just wasted and sigh, "Yoga class - remember?"
His pithy come back was "for 2 hours?"
I then methodically gave him the time line, I left at 7 PM it's a 15-20 minute drive to the yoga place, I gave myself a few extra minutes due to ending of rush hour traffic... the class began at 7:30 PM, it lasted 90 minutes, you roll up your yoga mat, you put extra stuff away, you get in your car and drive the same 15 minutes home, I stopped for gas, and came home. Would you like to see the receipt???
Having no comeback for the facts as presented, he went back to what he was doing, watching cars on TV and putzing on his computer. I loved the dog, made my lunch and sat down stairs on the couch wondering how the F he missed me?? Especially considering he didn't acknowledge my presence the entire 20 minutes I sat there...
Where am I missing the major issue in my husband's life?
I want to come home, and have dinner ready for me. I want to put my dirty dishes in the sink, and have them magically appear clean the next time I need them. I want my dirty clothes to magically appear clean and folded in the basket each week.
Well I've had that but I've had to had body parts removed, and chemotherapy for that to occur... no thanks.
I'm off to watch the clock move until I can leave work today...
Is it because I'm bored out of my freaking gourd??
Is it because I had an interview yesterday out of the dozen or so applications I've put in and it's a job that would offer no challenge or growth potential what-so-ever??
Is it because when I get in a room with my company management I suddenly have idiotic poop-spew of the mouth??
Is it because in a fit of - chill - before said interview I took an evening yoga class - only to have my idiot husband complain - because I was gone too long?
Doesn't matter if he had read the email or listened to the phone conversation all the information was presented to him - I swear I'm going to start making flash cards. Maybe if I keep it to under 4 fours per card he might catch a clue. Not counting on it.
Speaking of my darling life-mate -- will someone PLEASE try and explain to me what the heck is the major issue -- let me 'splain. Wednesday, I asked darling husband if he minded if I took an evening yoga class. He comes back with why don't you use the gym your paid for... I did, I do probably a WHOLE lot more than your fancy gym, next to your office, which is a 15-20 minute commute - ANY way... I said I did listed dates and times, and said if there are no objections I want to relax before said interview Thursday morning.
Wednesday afternoon, I am home regular time, I walk the dog, I clean the kitchen, I prep for dinner, I cook and eat my dinner, THEN his royal highness decided to come home. I made his dinner, put it in the oven and said I'll be back about 9 -ish (90 minute class plus travel time). I leave, I go to class, I liked it, I fill my gas tank, I get home at 9:25 - I am greeted at the door with "Where the F have you been?"
I look at Captain Crankypants - realize that class was just wasted and sigh, "Yoga class - remember?"
His pithy come back was "for 2 hours?"
I then methodically gave him the time line, I left at 7 PM it's a 15-20 minute drive to the yoga place, I gave myself a few extra minutes due to ending of rush hour traffic... the class began at 7:30 PM, it lasted 90 minutes, you roll up your yoga mat, you put extra stuff away, you get in your car and drive the same 15 minutes home, I stopped for gas, and came home. Would you like to see the receipt???
Having no comeback for the facts as presented, he went back to what he was doing, watching cars on TV and putzing on his computer. I loved the dog, made my lunch and sat down stairs on the couch wondering how the F he missed me?? Especially considering he didn't acknowledge my presence the entire 20 minutes I sat there...
Where am I missing the major issue in my husband's life?
I want to come home, and have dinner ready for me. I want to put my dirty dishes in the sink, and have them magically appear clean the next time I need them. I want my dirty clothes to magically appear clean and folded in the basket each week.
Well I've had that but I've had to had body parts removed, and chemotherapy for that to occur... no thanks.
I'm off to watch the clock move until I can leave work today...
Thursday, September 3, 2015
I'm not helping?!?!
My darling husband had a major health scare a while back - not the big C but you know wonky numbers on some blood work. You would have thought the world was ending.... ANY way... we're now a couple of months down the road, he's packing his lunch, I'm getting lectured DAILY on good eating habits...
Let that one sink in, his wife who had 6 months of doctor and dietitian visits, went through gastric bypass surgery and then a whole other ball of wax is now being lectured on diet and eating healthy. I won't mention that the person doing the talking is NOT the person doing the shopping, the cooking, the additional prep work -- etc.
Last night is a prime example, we had pasta - his approved pasta with protein and extra whatever. Fine. I made it, with jarred and doctored red sauce - I am not exaggerating when I say he ranted and raved for the better part of 10 minutes (until I opened my book and ignored him) about "not supporting his efforts" and "I needed to shop better" and "pay attention to what I am doing - this is serious".
Now I say again -- this from the man who's only contribution to the evening meal is eating and bitching about it. I swear one more word and home girl is cooking for one - he can figure it out himself. After all he knows it all --- right?
The other funny part is last night he's telling me 1) not to go nuts with the stuff for our get together on Sunday and 2) starts planning the menu. yeah... Ok pumpkin - go sit over there and hush up. Aunt Ing has got this - if we rely on you to deal with life little details we'll be eating 3 lettuce leaves and string cheese. No. I got this.
I am reminding myself he's leaving next week - I will SO enjoy the peace and quiet. I think I'll have steak - every night.
Additional bonus -- I am doing the lodge meal next week - it will go 6000 times easier without Bubba home. I can shop, prep and get stuff done without having to justify, explain or dodge "lodge crap" discussions -- it makes life so much easier.
Work is seriously dead right now -- so I'm searching for other stuff to do -- making work. ;-)
All right enough whining for a Thurday.
Later!!
Let that one sink in, his wife who had 6 months of doctor and dietitian visits, went through gastric bypass surgery and then a whole other ball of wax is now being lectured on diet and eating healthy. I won't mention that the person doing the talking is NOT the person doing the shopping, the cooking, the additional prep work -- etc.
Last night is a prime example, we had pasta - his approved pasta with protein and extra whatever. Fine. I made it, with jarred and doctored red sauce - I am not exaggerating when I say he ranted and raved for the better part of 10 minutes (until I opened my book and ignored him) about "not supporting his efforts" and "I needed to shop better" and "pay attention to what I am doing - this is serious".
Now I say again -- this from the man who's only contribution to the evening meal is eating and bitching about it. I swear one more word and home girl is cooking for one - he can figure it out himself. After all he knows it all --- right?
The other funny part is last night he's telling me 1) not to go nuts with the stuff for our get together on Sunday and 2) starts planning the menu. yeah... Ok pumpkin - go sit over there and hush up. Aunt Ing has got this - if we rely on you to deal with life little details we'll be eating 3 lettuce leaves and string cheese. No. I got this.
I am reminding myself he's leaving next week - I will SO enjoy the peace and quiet. I think I'll have steak - every night.
Additional bonus -- I am doing the lodge meal next week - it will go 6000 times easier without Bubba home. I can shop, prep and get stuff done without having to justify, explain or dodge "lodge crap" discussions -- it makes life so much easier.
Work is seriously dead right now -- so I'm searching for other stuff to do -- making work. ;-)
All right enough whining for a Thurday.
Later!!
Monday, August 31, 2015
Unplanned and perfect...
Sometimes you need that unplanned weekend. This past weekend was just that... oh there were periods of time that had appointments, but they were good ones, mostly. Friday kicked off with Carpool Buddy texting me and saying he was under the weather and I was to go it alone.
Fun thing about missing Carpool Buddy - I am his work back up, so I had a busy Friday. It was all good, make the day go faster. Which it did.
Then I met the trainer - ouch.
Then picked up Bubba at work, his car was getting new breaks. I'm due for new tires this fall - ah the joys of car maintenance.
So, home, loved Shelby, made dinner, cleaned up, and went for a massage... ahhhh glorious. Home dead.
Saturday, Shelby decided we needed to be awake at 6:20 in the A-freaking-M. But she's getting old, so we don't ignore the paw when it appears... crawled downstairs, she was out, in, fed, pill-ed and we were both back in our beds - only one of was snoring. Darn Dog. I read, played a game on my phone, read, got up and made breakfast, went to yoga class - a little stiff for a Saturday morning... came home, quick shower, then met Bubba for breakfast out, he went looking for replacement motorcycle clothes, I went to the store for dinner stuff, and a few extras, home, made a lemon pound cake, with brandy-raspberry sauce, made pizza for dinner (whole wheat crust) we went to the neighbors for a rousing game of Power Grid. I WON! Its been a long time since I have!
So, home dead, up to breakfast Sunday morning made for both me and the Bubba. Made a grocery list, cut coupons, and then headed to yoga class - ahhh for a Sunday morning.
I then went grocery shopping for the week, came home, got things organized, chopped and cut, and realized I was tired of storing beer we don't drink, so pulled everything out of that drawer - saw the mess in the drawer and under it... so I started pulling things out, had to fight with the shelf, got that out and was scrubbing away when darling Bubba returned home from his massage and asked "What did you spill?" when I said nothing - he looked at me "Company?" Me: Nope - it was gross decided to clean it.
There was then a few minutes of Bubba discerning if I was ill, and would it require a hospital stay, and subsequently a call to his in-laws - in PA and Bowie, Md. He then grudging helped be wrestle all that back into the fridge, I reloaded, and didn't realized I didn't turn the fridge back down to "chilly" until I was making lunches and thought my yogurt was just this side of warm. ewwww... turned it up all is well.
I have things chopped and ready for dinners this week, I have carrots and celery ready for lunches - I am prepped and ready! After all that - I went to my bedroom, dug out from the dump and run of last weekend, (and last week), stripped the bed, the bathrooms, and gathered up all the laundry, put other stuff away, then proceeded to get all the laundry done, made a baked chicken for dinner, with potatoes and asparagus... with sauce, but its a good for you sauce - almost. Dijon mustard, white wine vinegar, and a bit of oil; salt, pepper - delish! Even Bubba likes it and he doesn't do "non-yellow mustard".
So cleaned up that mess (mostly) and went to bed... read for another hour, tossed and peed a few hours later, woke again, thought the clock said 3-something apparently it was close to 5 - as my alarm went off approximately 30 seconds later... 15 minutes after that I sprang out of bed, cursing my nature, and the hour --- and now, dress and caffeinated -- here I sit.
My calendar is very - um - unplanned this week. An unusual occurrence at the place of employment... so I will enjoy it today - and wonder how to fill the remainder of my week.
Enjoy the weather - although it looks a bit on the dark and gloomy side here in the wilds of Northern VA.
Fun thing about missing Carpool Buddy - I am his work back up, so I had a busy Friday. It was all good, make the day go faster. Which it did.
Then I met the trainer - ouch.
Then picked up Bubba at work, his car was getting new breaks. I'm due for new tires this fall - ah the joys of car maintenance.
So, home, loved Shelby, made dinner, cleaned up, and went for a massage... ahhhh glorious. Home dead.
Saturday, Shelby decided we needed to be awake at 6:20 in the A-freaking-M. But she's getting old, so we don't ignore the paw when it appears... crawled downstairs, she was out, in, fed, pill-ed and we were both back in our beds - only one of was snoring. Darn Dog. I read, played a game on my phone, read, got up and made breakfast, went to yoga class - a little stiff for a Saturday morning... came home, quick shower, then met Bubba for breakfast out, he went looking for replacement motorcycle clothes, I went to the store for dinner stuff, and a few extras, home, made a lemon pound cake, with brandy-raspberry sauce, made pizza for dinner (whole wheat crust) we went to the neighbors for a rousing game of Power Grid. I WON! Its been a long time since I have!
So, home dead, up to breakfast Sunday morning made for both me and the Bubba. Made a grocery list, cut coupons, and then headed to yoga class - ahhh for a Sunday morning.
I then went grocery shopping for the week, came home, got things organized, chopped and cut, and realized I was tired of storing beer we don't drink, so pulled everything out of that drawer - saw the mess in the drawer and under it... so I started pulling things out, had to fight with the shelf, got that out and was scrubbing away when darling Bubba returned home from his massage and asked "What did you spill?" when I said nothing - he looked at me "Company?" Me: Nope - it was gross decided to clean it.
There was then a few minutes of Bubba discerning if I was ill, and would it require a hospital stay, and subsequently a call to his in-laws - in PA and Bowie, Md. He then grudging helped be wrestle all that back into the fridge, I reloaded, and didn't realized I didn't turn the fridge back down to "chilly" until I was making lunches and thought my yogurt was just this side of warm. ewwww... turned it up all is well.
I have things chopped and ready for dinners this week, I have carrots and celery ready for lunches - I am prepped and ready! After all that - I went to my bedroom, dug out from the dump and run of last weekend, (and last week), stripped the bed, the bathrooms, and gathered up all the laundry, put other stuff away, then proceeded to get all the laundry done, made a baked chicken for dinner, with potatoes and asparagus... with sauce, but its a good for you sauce - almost. Dijon mustard, white wine vinegar, and a bit of oil; salt, pepper - delish! Even Bubba likes it and he doesn't do "non-yellow mustard".
So cleaned up that mess (mostly) and went to bed... read for another hour, tossed and peed a few hours later, woke again, thought the clock said 3-something apparently it was close to 5 - as my alarm went off approximately 30 seconds later... 15 minutes after that I sprang out of bed, cursing my nature, and the hour --- and now, dress and caffeinated -- here I sit.
My calendar is very - um - unplanned this week. An unusual occurrence at the place of employment... so I will enjoy it today - and wonder how to fill the remainder of my week.
Enjoy the weather - although it looks a bit on the dark and gloomy side here in the wilds of Northern VA.
Friday, August 28, 2015
What a week...
Last week 8/16-20 was perfect, left Bubba to his own devices, off to sun, sand, surf with Nana, Sis and niece... the sun was shining the hotel was ready and the beach was super beachy!
I won't get into sand in places... let's say there is happiness in a shower - and aloe lotion.
Sunday evening through Thursday afternoon - couldn't have been better. I was burnt, tanned, rested, well fed, and just happy... That all came to a screeching halt Friday.
Why do you ask? Work? Major problem? Health issue? Bubba?? If you pinged on the last options - you are obviously a regular visitor... of course it was Bubba - and it continues to be Bubba!!!
Friday we both took off work to go and look at tile and fixtures for the bathroom remodels... I'm learning I narrowed the search criteria leaving Bubba to an open door of endless colors - we'd still be at Home Depot. We hit two big home improvement stores, two tile speciality shops and managed to only have one minor blow up in between stores.. that didn't stop the 'I've already gone over budget" comments and all the grumping and complaining that goes along with anytime Aunt Ing spends money - ANY money and what Bubba deems 'necessary'.
Of course based on that he grumped the other day about the grocery bill. Well, pumpkin you can quit eating - knock you're self out. When he says that stupid stuff I just roll my eyes and ignore him.
The weekend - oh there was more wailing and gnashing of teeth about last weekend! I was gone Saturday night - basically 26 hours. I had to pay for a hotel room - in DC. Yes, I know I live right here - this was NOT my doing. But I didn't really have a choice but darling Bubba didn't see that, all he saw was me not home to cater to his needs, and of course spending money on Lodge "stuff" I ended up having a good time with the girls -- and by the time I got home Sunday Bubba was less - grumpy. Of course I was home to tend to needs - including a trip to the grocery store and dinner being made.
I had to call Nana on why way down to DC because he had me so mad and unhappy. Cripes.
I foresee this bathroom(s) remodel turning in a HUGE thing. Stay tuned for updates along the way...
This week saw additional fun, came home Monday to a broken front door window... Bubba completed the job by screwing up the rest of the door. I have said NOTHING while he has been fighting with this door. The door rolls up the screen into the top of the door, so you can have a half screen or full glass - he's managed to pull out both panes of glass, break the roll-y part of the screen, and leave nothing but the frame of the door hanging. Yeah.
THEN - he says to me, if this breaks again we should look into the whole door screen and window thing. Me: "Oh like the one I wanted in the first place?" Bubba: "You did? I don't remember that"
ME: detailed accounting of conversation with Window and door installer -- Bubba: Dumb look
I swear I'm going to start to video tape this stuff... but it might he held against me in a court of law.
Peace should reign this weekend, no plans, things will get done, life ... well Bubba will be happy - ish.
Stay tuned...
I won't get into sand in places... let's say there is happiness in a shower - and aloe lotion.
Sunday evening through Thursday afternoon - couldn't have been better. I was burnt, tanned, rested, well fed, and just happy... That all came to a screeching halt Friday.
Why do you ask? Work? Major problem? Health issue? Bubba?? If you pinged on the last options - you are obviously a regular visitor... of course it was Bubba - and it continues to be Bubba!!!
Friday we both took off work to go and look at tile and fixtures for the bathroom remodels... I'm learning I narrowed the search criteria leaving Bubba to an open door of endless colors - we'd still be at Home Depot. We hit two big home improvement stores, two tile speciality shops and managed to only have one minor blow up in between stores.. that didn't stop the 'I've already gone over budget" comments and all the grumping and complaining that goes along with anytime Aunt Ing spends money - ANY money and what Bubba deems 'necessary'.
Of course based on that he grumped the other day about the grocery bill. Well, pumpkin you can quit eating - knock you're self out. When he says that stupid stuff I just roll my eyes and ignore him.
The weekend - oh there was more wailing and gnashing of teeth about last weekend! I was gone Saturday night - basically 26 hours. I had to pay for a hotel room - in DC. Yes, I know I live right here - this was NOT my doing. But I didn't really have a choice but darling Bubba didn't see that, all he saw was me not home to cater to his needs, and of course spending money on Lodge "stuff" I ended up having a good time with the girls -- and by the time I got home Sunday Bubba was less - grumpy. Of course I was home to tend to needs - including a trip to the grocery store and dinner being made.
I had to call Nana on why way down to DC because he had me so mad and unhappy. Cripes.
I foresee this bathroom(s) remodel turning in a HUGE thing. Stay tuned for updates along the way...
This week saw additional fun, came home Monday to a broken front door window... Bubba completed the job by screwing up the rest of the door. I have said NOTHING while he has been fighting with this door. The door rolls up the screen into the top of the door, so you can have a half screen or full glass - he's managed to pull out both panes of glass, break the roll-y part of the screen, and leave nothing but the frame of the door hanging. Yeah.
THEN - he says to me, if this breaks again we should look into the whole door screen and window thing. Me: "Oh like the one I wanted in the first place?" Bubba: "You did? I don't remember that"
ME: detailed accounting of conversation with Window and door installer -- Bubba: Dumb look
I swear I'm going to start to video tape this stuff... but it might he held against me in a court of law.
Peace should reign this weekend, no plans, things will get done, life ... well Bubba will be happy - ish.
Stay tuned...
Saturday, August 15, 2015
Productive weekends...
That should not be a statement one makes regularly. Friday started with up early, work, home, change, workout with the trainer, argued with husband over said trainer, worked with the Ladies Group, and guys group, got everything labeled, stamped and ready.
Darling Shelby had me up at 6:15 Saturday morning, I told her to go back to sleep - then she had me up at 6:40. Second wake up call you generally don't ignore. I didn't.
So we're up, she's out, in, fed, pilled and tended, I crawl back into bed.. and read - but only after I load up the dishwasher and get it started, and wash was doesn't go or fit in there... yeah I know.
Then up, dressed, breakfast, and race out the door to yoga class - 8:30 AM yoga class. Lots of balancing - apparently I'm off center. yuck, yuck yuck...
So, class done, now off to get gas, post office, bank for beach weekend, then grocery store, stuff for Bubba, and goodies for me and the girls.
Then home, cleaned up the bedroom, cleaned up the dining room table, gathered up the laundry, put clothes away, packed my bag for the beach, did laundry, paid bills and got things ready for Bubba to survive four days without someone to deal with life's little details. Like food, clothing and dishes.
And! And! I got a job application finished for another position. Thus far we haven't been overly successfully with that endeavor... but we're still trying. I have a job.
And now -- we get to enjoy the fruits of our labor.
We're watching movies and soon we'll do dinner... then, then, 8:30 tomorrow a meeting with the man who is going to re-do my bathrooms, yoga class then load up and head to the BEACH!
You'll hear from me when I get home.
Darling Shelby had me up at 6:15 Saturday morning, I told her to go back to sleep - then she had me up at 6:40. Second wake up call you generally don't ignore. I didn't.
So we're up, she's out, in, fed, pilled and tended, I crawl back into bed.. and read - but only after I load up the dishwasher and get it started, and wash was doesn't go or fit in there... yeah I know.
Then up, dressed, breakfast, and race out the door to yoga class - 8:30 AM yoga class. Lots of balancing - apparently I'm off center. yuck, yuck yuck...
So, class done, now off to get gas, post office, bank for beach weekend, then grocery store, stuff for Bubba, and goodies for me and the girls.
Then home, cleaned up the bedroom, cleaned up the dining room table, gathered up the laundry, put clothes away, packed my bag for the beach, did laundry, paid bills and got things ready for Bubba to survive four days without someone to deal with life's little details. Like food, clothing and dishes.
And! And! I got a job application finished for another position. Thus far we haven't been overly successfully with that endeavor... but we're still trying. I have a job.
And now -- we get to enjoy the fruits of our labor.
We're watching movies and soon we'll do dinner... then, then, 8:30 tomorrow a meeting with the man who is going to re-do my bathrooms, yoga class then load up and head to the BEACH!
You'll hear from me when I get home.
Thursday, August 13, 2015
OK now what....
Yesterday was a quiet day, work wise, life wise, no lane closures during rush hour due to 4 people trying to disprove physics of occupying the same space at the same time...
(Major accident Tuesday night it was a FUGLY ride home)
Carpool Buddy and I left at 3 instead of our usual 3:30 - he had an appointment. No worries, got home a bit early, walked the dog, started my work out DVD... Bubba came home.
Bubba took the day off -- he was supposed to go on a motorcycle ride, but with LuLu II in for a great deal of work to be done -- well he apparently slept in, after waking up with me for some reason, walked the dog, went to the courthouse and registered our new wills, called me when there was a small issue, went to the movies and came home early. He got left overs for dinner.
He also told me that he would "most likely" be putting in his 2 week notice next week. Yeah - OK. I'm taking a wait and see approach.
My bigger fear is darling Bubba, home, alone, without his motorized toy, without a job... heaven help me. The honey-do lists will become a frequent and regular thing... oh yeah.
I thought about that as he had the day off and I was still the one unloading, loading the dishwasher, making dinner and tending to 600 other things. You quit - you will have something else to do my darling husband. To quote my father "house bitch".
On a completely different subject but in the area of nits to pick - I mailed two things on Monday, I know one arrived because I got a nice one line electronic message, "Hey Ang thanks for thinking of me! Appreciate the books!" The second thing I mailed, was expected, to people I am related to (by marriage) and is a gift, one of many sent to this address - and I got nothing. Next time I talk to these folks I always ask -- "Did the gift for X arrive?" after all there are 4 little darlings and I send gifts - not always on time, but I do something. Not that I get a thanks - rarely. Its usually when we're back home and I get "oh yeah, thanks Aunt Ing for the gifts. We really appreciate it."
Yeah, ok, Hey, if this is all I have to complain about - life is not bad.
Taken into prospective, I have a good job, a roof over my head, food in my belly and my health is good, I can come and go as I please - life does not suck. Doesn't mean that I am content to sit back and let things ride by - but I have to step back and look at the bigger picture on occasion and say Thanks for all I have. And to remind myself that gluttony is a sin. ;-)
All right signing off for a Thursday, a one hour shortened work day we see the Plastic surgeon today to make some decisions, and away we go!
Take in your big picture today and remember the good stuff.
(Major accident Tuesday night it was a FUGLY ride home)
Carpool Buddy and I left at 3 instead of our usual 3:30 - he had an appointment. No worries, got home a bit early, walked the dog, started my work out DVD... Bubba came home.
Bubba took the day off -- he was supposed to go on a motorcycle ride, but with LuLu II in for a great deal of work to be done -- well he apparently slept in, after waking up with me for some reason, walked the dog, went to the courthouse and registered our new wills, called me when there was a small issue, went to the movies and came home early. He got left overs for dinner.
He also told me that he would "most likely" be putting in his 2 week notice next week. Yeah - OK. I'm taking a wait and see approach.
My bigger fear is darling Bubba, home, alone, without his motorized toy, without a job... heaven help me. The honey-do lists will become a frequent and regular thing... oh yeah.
I thought about that as he had the day off and I was still the one unloading, loading the dishwasher, making dinner and tending to 600 other things. You quit - you will have something else to do my darling husband. To quote my father "house bitch".
On a completely different subject but in the area of nits to pick - I mailed two things on Monday, I know one arrived because I got a nice one line electronic message, "Hey Ang thanks for thinking of me! Appreciate the books!" The second thing I mailed, was expected, to people I am related to (by marriage) and is a gift, one of many sent to this address - and I got nothing. Next time I talk to these folks I always ask -- "Did the gift for X arrive?" after all there are 4 little darlings and I send gifts - not always on time, but I do something. Not that I get a thanks - rarely. Its usually when we're back home and I get "oh yeah, thanks Aunt Ing for the gifts. We really appreciate it."
Yeah, ok, Hey, if this is all I have to complain about - life is not bad.
Taken into prospective, I have a good job, a roof over my head, food in my belly and my health is good, I can come and go as I please - life does not suck. Doesn't mean that I am content to sit back and let things ride by - but I have to step back and look at the bigger picture on occasion and say Thanks for all I have. And to remind myself that gluttony is a sin. ;-)
All right signing off for a Thursday, a one hour shortened work day we see the Plastic surgeon today to make some decisions, and away we go!
Take in your big picture today and remember the good stuff.
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
New good habits...
I enjoyed posting on a blog until my big mouth sister-in-law blabbed to darling Bubba and the rest, as they say is history. It kinda sucked the fun out for a while, but flexing this muscle yesterday was a good feeling.
I will also say the daily drama of my life has been reduced to the job situation. Not arguing on a daily and somewhat hourly basis with ones co-workers and employers tend to lead a more relaxed life. I am not complaining! Having a schedule you can set your watch to is a very useful thing. It always for work out time, dog walking, and an hour or so alone time before Bubba gets home to get other stuff done and not hear about "lodge bullshit".
Today's musings are based upon last night's conundrum; the Girl's Group. We are doing a charity fashion show in a few weeks, teenage girls are not into being goofy in front of older ladies in clothes that aren't theirs. My issue is to balance what another adult is telling these girls with my own advise of "chill to - have some fun - don't let her freak you out." They are going shopping today with Mrs. Freak-out so that should provide some interesting stories.
My next hurdle is finding a good date for my surgery. This is becoming a serious nightmare. My appointment is this Thursday, and I am taking a Scarlet O'Hara approach to this problem. Tomorrow is another day - as in I'll deal with this tomorrow (or more specifically Thursday). I can't control it so why myself nuts? I have 6000 other things to keep me on the crazy train to Nutsville.
Bubba was in a better mood last night, his hand looks less puffy, insurance company has called so things are on it's way there...
In other good news I got a message from Carpenter Guy - I'm trying to schedule a meet and greet this weekend. Then I can drop the bath remodel bomb on Bubba and leave his grump backside home for 4 days ... won't that be fun??
I have had the feeling lately that I ma drifting - I think it's because work isn't challenging and I see with new job listings that my skills are stale. So adding to my schedule issues is making the time to take classes, pass tests and get my skills updated. I need a husband willing to cook or wash a freaking dish - but since it been a while since unicorns have wandered in my back yard I will have to make time. I forced the issue this afternoon by buying a groupon class package. It's a start - and maybe I can get the company to pay back the 35 bucks I just spent. We'll see.
OK - off to eat my lunch, doing somewhat better there been packing my lunch, trying to avoid the really bad stuff - still slipping more than I should but I am trying.
Stay tuned for the old and sleepless - day X.2476
I will also say the daily drama of my life has been reduced to the job situation. Not arguing on a daily and somewhat hourly basis with ones co-workers and employers tend to lead a more relaxed life. I am not complaining! Having a schedule you can set your watch to is a very useful thing. It always for work out time, dog walking, and an hour or so alone time before Bubba gets home to get other stuff done and not hear about "lodge bullshit".
Today's musings are based upon last night's conundrum; the Girl's Group. We are doing a charity fashion show in a few weeks, teenage girls are not into being goofy in front of older ladies in clothes that aren't theirs. My issue is to balance what another adult is telling these girls with my own advise of "chill to - have some fun - don't let her freak you out." They are going shopping today with Mrs. Freak-out so that should provide some interesting stories.
My next hurdle is finding a good date for my surgery. This is becoming a serious nightmare. My appointment is this Thursday, and I am taking a Scarlet O'Hara approach to this problem. Tomorrow is another day - as in I'll deal with this tomorrow (or more specifically Thursday). I can't control it so why myself nuts? I have 6000 other things to keep me on the crazy train to Nutsville.
Bubba was in a better mood last night, his hand looks less puffy, insurance company has called so things are on it's way there...
In other good news I got a message from Carpenter Guy - I'm trying to schedule a meet and greet this weekend. Then I can drop the bath remodel bomb on Bubba and leave his grump backside home for 4 days ... won't that be fun??
I have had the feeling lately that I ma drifting - I think it's because work isn't challenging and I see with new job listings that my skills are stale. So adding to my schedule issues is making the time to take classes, pass tests and get my skills updated. I need a husband willing to cook or wash a freaking dish - but since it been a while since unicorns have wandered in my back yard I will have to make time. I forced the issue this afternoon by buying a groupon class package. It's a start - and maybe I can get the company to pay back the 35 bucks I just spent. We'll see.
OK - off to eat my lunch, doing somewhat better there been packing my lunch, trying to avoid the really bad stuff - still slipping more than I should but I am trying.
Stay tuned for the old and sleepless - day X.2476
Monday, August 10, 2015
Working another weak muscle
The writing muscle. Apparently today is my spend time doing things except work day... at work. :-)
I did deal with the morning work related meetings, have pondered emails, putzed on this project and the other... and now I have the yen to write.
I have a yen to do about 20 different things that don't involve working, and do involve time. I have to work and I have no time... well; see, there is the naggle in my brain. I have time, I can make the time but there are times I find myself just sitting and doing nothing constructive when I could be doing something that I want to do... I think I just sprained something in my frontal cortex.
So --- you know me - I'm making lists.
This week will be interesting - Carpool Buddy has a schedule that rivals Aunt Ing's on a bad week. So we're leaving early a couple of days (like 3 PM instead of 3:30) but that totally works for me. I have an unplanned Rainbow thing tonight; we're doing a charity fashion show in a couple of weeks, and we're practicing walking in girl shoes and showing off clothes. These kids are stiff as boards. But I am sure at that age I would have done the same stupid thing... ah what old age gives you... the wisdom to just have fun.
Big news in our house is the major whoops my darling husband had on LuLu II this past Saturday. He's 9/10's OK, some scrapes and boo-boo's and one majorly swollen right hand. Thankfully he wiped out right in front of a fire station, EMT's saw the whole thing and ran over to check him out. They told him he was smart because he was wearing his safety gear. I was grateful. I have also learned something about myself... when things go to pot, I go inside, I put my head down and plow through. I didn't yell, cry or make a scene, I just got back to Maryland from DC dropped off Rainbow girls and went and got Bubba. I knew he was Ok, he called, but until you don't see broken things everywhere you don't feel 100%. I made sure he had ice for his hand, took care of dinner and lunches, and ensured he pumped some drugs. Its probably the reason I forgot to call the parental units and coordinate our vacation plans for October. I also wanted noted I did not smack him in the back of the head and call him names... I seriously want credit for that one!
Sunday I was freaking wonder woman... up, tended to Shelby dog, made my breakfast, made Bubba's breakfast, cleaned up the kitchen, make a grocery list, cut out coupons, went to yoga class, went shopping at Wally-world and the grocery store, came home, got things organized for the week ahead, made lunches, prepped dinner, ran the dish washer, gathered up and did the laundry, AND ran off labels and started to stuff the 300 lodge related envelopes. I only grumped at Bubba once when I wanted to see the interview with Jerome Bettis during half time of the Steeler game... which they lost. Pre-season but still didn't see much of a spark.
Any who... back to weak muscles... Friday saw me at the doctor's because I had a leg, calf pain for about a week that would not go away.... Doctor sees the words Breast Cancer and the follow up drug I'm on and whammo, Aunt Ing has to get an ultra sound because he thinks "clot"... I am thinking "muscle pull or rip". Guess who was right?? Yep. 2 hours at the urgent care center Friday night because all the regular places are closed -- ultra sound done, all clear - we're good. Ice and rest. Thanks doc... some days I wonder.
And I spent part of Saturday and most of today in heels... yeah I'm a dork. Who wants to wear pretty girl shoes.
My list of stuff I want to do is growing, and there is that list of stuff I have committed myself to do, and there is that list of stuff I have to do, and then there is that husband person, the fur-baby, oh yeah and learning new stuff for work, and looking around for a new job, and wondering when sleep fits into this equation. I got a lot of stuff off my committed to list this morning, as it could be done via email. The mailing for the lodge group, I plan to have that done by Wednesday with deliver to the right people Thursday. I want a pedicure before I got to the beach - I do believe that will be a Wednesday event... shopping for snacks will probably be Friday or Saturday morning... I have to schedule again with the trainer and nag at the guy I want to re-do my bathrooms.
And I have to nag at my hubby - regarding those bathrooms we will need to start to make some decisions. That will probably wait - if he's hurting he won't be in much of a mood to deal with anything.
Oh yeah and did I mention - reconstruction surgery? I have no freaking idea when I'm going to cram that bit of foolishness into my schedule. If Franken' Boobie didn't look so freaking freaky I would just bag the whole thing... but it looks weird and lumpy and I want it fixed. See increased list of wants...
OK exercised that writing muscle... need to do more of that too... off to pretend to be productive today... work wise.
I did deal with the morning work related meetings, have pondered emails, putzed on this project and the other... and now I have the yen to write.
I have a yen to do about 20 different things that don't involve working, and do involve time. I have to work and I have no time... well; see, there is the naggle in my brain. I have time, I can make the time but there are times I find myself just sitting and doing nothing constructive when I could be doing something that I want to do... I think I just sprained something in my frontal cortex.
So --- you know me - I'm making lists.
This week will be interesting - Carpool Buddy has a schedule that rivals Aunt Ing's on a bad week. So we're leaving early a couple of days (like 3 PM instead of 3:30) but that totally works for me. I have an unplanned Rainbow thing tonight; we're doing a charity fashion show in a couple of weeks, and we're practicing walking in girl shoes and showing off clothes. These kids are stiff as boards. But I am sure at that age I would have done the same stupid thing... ah what old age gives you... the wisdom to just have fun.
Big news in our house is the major whoops my darling husband had on LuLu II this past Saturday. He's 9/10's OK, some scrapes and boo-boo's and one majorly swollen right hand. Thankfully he wiped out right in front of a fire station, EMT's saw the whole thing and ran over to check him out. They told him he was smart because he was wearing his safety gear. I was grateful. I have also learned something about myself... when things go to pot, I go inside, I put my head down and plow through. I didn't yell, cry or make a scene, I just got back to Maryland from DC dropped off Rainbow girls and went and got Bubba. I knew he was Ok, he called, but until you don't see broken things everywhere you don't feel 100%. I made sure he had ice for his hand, took care of dinner and lunches, and ensured he pumped some drugs. Its probably the reason I forgot to call the parental units and coordinate our vacation plans for October. I also wanted noted I did not smack him in the back of the head and call him names... I seriously want credit for that one!
Sunday I was freaking wonder woman... up, tended to Shelby dog, made my breakfast, made Bubba's breakfast, cleaned up the kitchen, make a grocery list, cut out coupons, went to yoga class, went shopping at Wally-world and the grocery store, came home, got things organized for the week ahead, made lunches, prepped dinner, ran the dish washer, gathered up and did the laundry, AND ran off labels and started to stuff the 300 lodge related envelopes. I only grumped at Bubba once when I wanted to see the interview with Jerome Bettis during half time of the Steeler game... which they lost. Pre-season but still didn't see much of a spark.
Any who... back to weak muscles... Friday saw me at the doctor's because I had a leg, calf pain for about a week that would not go away.... Doctor sees the words Breast Cancer and the follow up drug I'm on and whammo, Aunt Ing has to get an ultra sound because he thinks "clot"... I am thinking "muscle pull or rip". Guess who was right?? Yep. 2 hours at the urgent care center Friday night because all the regular places are closed -- ultra sound done, all clear - we're good. Ice and rest. Thanks doc... some days I wonder.
And I spent part of Saturday and most of today in heels... yeah I'm a dork. Who wants to wear pretty girl shoes.
My list of stuff I want to do is growing, and there is that list of stuff I have committed myself to do, and there is that list of stuff I have to do, and then there is that husband person, the fur-baby, oh yeah and learning new stuff for work, and looking around for a new job, and wondering when sleep fits into this equation. I got a lot of stuff off my committed to list this morning, as it could be done via email. The mailing for the lodge group, I plan to have that done by Wednesday with deliver to the right people Thursday. I want a pedicure before I got to the beach - I do believe that will be a Wednesday event... shopping for snacks will probably be Friday or Saturday morning... I have to schedule again with the trainer and nag at the guy I want to re-do my bathrooms.
And I have to nag at my hubby - regarding those bathrooms we will need to start to make some decisions. That will probably wait - if he's hurting he won't be in much of a mood to deal with anything.
Oh yeah and did I mention - reconstruction surgery? I have no freaking idea when I'm going to cram that bit of foolishness into my schedule. If Franken' Boobie didn't look so freaking freaky I would just bag the whole thing... but it looks weird and lumpy and I want it fixed. See increased list of wants...
OK exercised that writing muscle... need to do more of that too... off to pretend to be productive today... work wise.
Friday, May 29, 2015
Still trying to figure it all out...
Life, marriage, you know name it, I'm still trying to figure it out...
This was a short week, only worked Wednesday - Friday. Short day Friday, meeting with the trainer this afternoon, worked out Wednesday and Thursday... but as I sit here... pondering.
Everyone has those days where they wonder if, when, why, what, and apparently today is my day... work is so freaking boring right now I wonder if poking a marker in my eye will make the day go quicker - then I think about walking around work with one red eye, and having everyone thing "pink eye" so we dismiss that idea.
This past weekend was a series of car rides, punctuated with periods of fun, camp, family, food, and oh yes - in-laws. Let me narrow down the feelings here on that last bit of my weekend... Monday dinner with the in-laws... everyone who is an adult in that group, no issues, generally. The two parents of the 4 most inconsiderate, ill-mannered children on the planet - we gots ta talk. OMG.
Four -- four televisions - on at full blast - every time I saw one not being watched - I turned it off, brought the noise from jet engine to dull roar. What floored me was my mother-in-law's half sister had the TV on next the kitchen and still tried to hold a conversation.. um no. Turn the darn thing off...
I am not allowed to say anything while we are there I must say something on the drive home - as usual my husband is 9/10's oblivious to the whole thing. I guess it just annoys me to no end!
On a side note, I really think it's funny that the niece with a future has announced to the world she's getting cats... no kids. Yeah well... we'll see. But she is 24, plenty of time to change her mind, get married first - although she's not seriously keen on any of that mess either.
Not really in the mood for anything right now and I've got a to-do list a mile long. Leaving work today at 1:30, running errands, then working out with the trainer. That should prove entertaining as I basically took a very long weekend off...
Catch up later. My plan needs a plan, and the time to complete it. Cripes I'm tired.
This was a short week, only worked Wednesday - Friday. Short day Friday, meeting with the trainer this afternoon, worked out Wednesday and Thursday... but as I sit here... pondering.
Everyone has those days where they wonder if, when, why, what, and apparently today is my day... work is so freaking boring right now I wonder if poking a marker in my eye will make the day go quicker - then I think about walking around work with one red eye, and having everyone thing "pink eye" so we dismiss that idea.
This past weekend was a series of car rides, punctuated with periods of fun, camp, family, food, and oh yes - in-laws. Let me narrow down the feelings here on that last bit of my weekend... Monday dinner with the in-laws... everyone who is an adult in that group, no issues, generally. The two parents of the 4 most inconsiderate, ill-mannered children on the planet - we gots ta talk. OMG.
Four -- four televisions - on at full blast - every time I saw one not being watched - I turned it off, brought the noise from jet engine to dull roar. What floored me was my mother-in-law's half sister had the TV on next the kitchen and still tried to hold a conversation.. um no. Turn the darn thing off...
I am not allowed to say anything while we are there I must say something on the drive home - as usual my husband is 9/10's oblivious to the whole thing. I guess it just annoys me to no end!
On a side note, I really think it's funny that the niece with a future has announced to the world she's getting cats... no kids. Yeah well... we'll see. But she is 24, plenty of time to change her mind, get married first - although she's not seriously keen on any of that mess either.
Not really in the mood for anything right now and I've got a to-do list a mile long. Leaving work today at 1:30, running errands, then working out with the trainer. That should prove entertaining as I basically took a very long weekend off...
Catch up later. My plan needs a plan, and the time to complete it. Cripes I'm tired.
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Irony, hypocrisy, Bubba
After 25 years plus years of marriage one would think that you'd have your "other half " figured out. Nope, not quite yet. I found it interesting last night, as my darling husband comes downstairs to our family room, and begins to tell me what he's calling his motorcycle...
Yeah - I know... ANY way... I reject Scarlet "darling do you really want to be riding a spoiled, temperamental Southern woman??" He made some disparaging remark about living with one already... I let that go. (too tired to come up with something clever) My statement was this bike is LuLu II, it rolls of the tongue and I don't have to remember whatever idiotic thing he's decided to saddle his new ride with... too much energy. Besides it's more fun when you call it something he doesn't like. :-)
Frankly if he wants to stick with red coloring and southern, I'd call it Wheezer (Ousier) from Steel Magnolias, problem with that is I don't want my husband on something that is cranky and temperamental on the highways - that is for when he's home. But she worked and kept going, so maybe that isn't such a bad idea after all... oh yeah warming up to this one. Problem is he won't get the joke. All MY friends will...
Back to the conversation that started this post... we're discussing names, while I'm doing my mindless game playing on Facebook, he asks me about posting his bike's (now named Ousier) on-line and I said yes, I did, and I told him my comment about it. Then he asks me "what is everyone saying? Did so-and-so comment?" I read the comments, then he starts on about me blogging... "You haven't posted anymore crap have you??" Um - huh? You can't have it both ways Bubba darling... you can't think it's cool when people see your new toy and make cool comments, then bubble up against putting stuff on line... I'm not giving away any secrets here and frankly putting something out to bits and bytes has saved your backside from a shallow grave in our backyard... so deal. But I was honestly - nope haven't posted to the blog (that you know about). And frankly hadn't posted much before last night either...
Whatever...
It's Thursday, and frankly I have crammed enough into this week, I should be well into next week already. But I'm not... I did enjoy my massage last night, would have been even better if I could have got home and just went right to bed, but Shelby needed attention, and a walk, Bubba needed attention, and frankly going to bed before the sun went down.. well haven't done that since I was neck deep in chemo treatments - even then I just slept on the couch.
All right venting done, signing off to go do something constructive - or maybe just serf the web for 10 minutes before my next weekend.
**YES! I now realize in the move Shirley MacLaine doesn't have red hair in the movie - but she does in real life... so we'll mash up the two and enjoy!
Yeah - I know... ANY way... I reject Scarlet "darling do you really want to be riding a spoiled, temperamental Southern woman??" He made some disparaging remark about living with one already... I let that go. (too tired to come up with something clever) My statement was this bike is LuLu II, it rolls of the tongue and I don't have to remember whatever idiotic thing he's decided to saddle his new ride with... too much energy. Besides it's more fun when you call it something he doesn't like. :-)
Frankly if he wants to stick with red coloring and southern, I'd call it Wheezer (Ousier) from Steel Magnolias, problem with that is I don't want my husband on something that is cranky and temperamental on the highways - that is for when he's home. But she worked and kept going, so maybe that isn't such a bad idea after all... oh yeah warming up to this one. Problem is he won't get the joke. All MY friends will...
Back to the conversation that started this post... we're discussing names, while I'm doing my mindless game playing on Facebook, he asks me about posting his bike's (now named Ousier) on-line and I said yes, I did, and I told him my comment about it. Then he asks me "what is everyone saying? Did so-and-so comment?" I read the comments, then he starts on about me blogging... "You haven't posted anymore crap have you??" Um - huh? You can't have it both ways Bubba darling... you can't think it's cool when people see your new toy and make cool comments, then bubble up against putting stuff on line... I'm not giving away any secrets here and frankly putting something out to bits and bytes has saved your backside from a shallow grave in our backyard... so deal. But I was honestly - nope haven't posted to the blog (that you know about). And frankly hadn't posted much before last night either...
Whatever...
It's Thursday, and frankly I have crammed enough into this week, I should be well into next week already. But I'm not... I did enjoy my massage last night, would have been even better if I could have got home and just went right to bed, but Shelby needed attention, and a walk, Bubba needed attention, and frankly going to bed before the sun went down.. well haven't done that since I was neck deep in chemo treatments - even then I just slept on the couch.
All right venting done, signing off to go do something constructive - or maybe just serf the web for 10 minutes before my next weekend.
**YES! I now realize in the move Shirley MacLaine doesn't have red hair in the movie - but she does in real life... so we'll mash up the two and enjoy!
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Well, its been a while...
Yes, my last post was February ... when I supposedly gave up sweets... ha, ha, ha... needless to say I didn't make it - frankly I don't think it was a full 2 weeks... but I'm still here...
Life has been life lately, March was March and of course it's a nightmare, but we got through, April regressed weather wise - and now it's May... and it was 90 degrees yesterday.
I am in week 3 into 4 with a trainer, found this guy through the neighbors and to my surprise husband has been somewhat supportive... he's taking the dog out in the morning, so I can have that extra 45 minutes in the evening... of course he complains that she is slow, and doesn't want to go... she's an old woman and we've changed her routine... let's face it Bubba you don't get all that happy when your routine is upset and you're half that dog's age.
Yesterday afternoon my darling husband laid a piece of logic on me that I still can't fathom... we signed our wills a couple of weeks ago... they need to filed at the courthouse in the county in which we live. The courthouse is of course government... they close at 5 PM. I get home at 4:30 WITH carpool and that is near where we live - a good 20 minutes from where the courthouse is...
I am currently without carpool (more later) so things are taking longer to get home... go figure.
My husband asks me why I can't get to the courthouse and deal with this... I can't do Friday afternoons any more because that is when I meet with Mr. Trainer - I made a promise to myself and my darling then supportive husband that I would stick to this... I have been!! But now because something he wants done isn't getting done -- whoa baby.
He started to rant about Lodge bullshit and I stopped him right there -- they close at freaking 5 PM -- even if I had something lodge related -- they CLOSE BEFORE any meeting!! Dorkus! I was SO ticked yesterday I went and had my nails done, did a quick 15 minutes workout, made dinner, unloaded the dishwasher and sat down and died. Then for some reason - when to bed and laid there... and read, and read, and read.. finally fell asleep.
But can someone please explain husband logic to me, he works 15 minutes from home, the courthouse is another 10 minutes from his office... WHY can't he take those in during his lunch hour? Why do I have to do it when I work in another STATE - leave before he does and won't get home until they place is almost closed?? And WHY was it such a flipping big farting deal that you have to do something?? Oh like take an hour out of your day to deal with something that was your darn idea in the first place?? Yes, Yes, it needed to be done, but I just don't understand why he has to have such a meltdown over something so minor!!!
Let me document this past week and this week... last Monday I cancelled my girls' group meeting, tired of having two kids show up... I worked out at home, hard!, walked the dog, cooked dinner, finished laundry, bed, up early as I am every blessed morning, but no carpool, Tuesday and Wednesday I worked out, Wednesday I had Ladies' Group practice, Thursday I had a LONG day at work, then drove into DC - got all turned around because I fat fingered the addressed into my phone wrong! Thankfully that was a quick meeting and I was home about 9:30 - Friday was another kick my butt session, Saturday I went to yoga class in the morning, and did home stuff all day, Sunday I went with the neighbor to yoga class. Also... I was at the grocery store Friday, Saturday because we were out of everything, also we were doing dinner with the neighbors and I agreed to do dessert. So Saturday I baked a cake, Bubba and I went to the movies... saw the new Avengers movie.. meh. Frankly I don't need to see another one... I have seen them all, literally and figuratively. Sunday I made icing, finished the cake, did laundry, checkbook and bills. We enjoyed dinner with the neighbors and I made sure I had breakfasts ready for me this work week, and set my kitchen to rights. Included in all this are the regular things I do, walk the dog every night, dinners, clean up and general pickup. This week, Monday I had a Ladies' group meeting that of course was a long night, we welcomed two new members. I still was up early, doing my job and another guy's job who is out for the next two weeks, home, worked out at the gym for 40 minutes, walked the dog, made dinner, with homemade stuffing!!, showered, changed, and arrived at my meeting on time and ready to go. Go home late, died, and restarted Tuesday the same as Monday, last night topped off with the fight with Bubba, new nails, walked Shelby, made dinner, and died.
Today is just flipping Wednesday. The up side is I have a massage tonight, Bubba has been warned he's on his own for dinner. He has leftovers from the neighbors and all sorts of other stuff.
I'm doing the dinner for the lodge members Thursday night, I already have the chicken cooked, did that last night. All I have to do there Thursday is re-heat and cover in BBQ sauce, make a green salad, make the pasta salad and there is dinner eat this.
Now here is another piece of Bubba logic I just don't get... Thursday, I'm doing the lodge dinner I will be home about 7:30, I will have been home at 4:30, and left about 6. He's going to a motorcycle meeting, he won't be home... and yet, and yet - he's grumping at me for doing this dinner? Um - you wont' be home!! Am I supposed to sit home every night waiting for you to grace me with your charming wit and personality? Because frankly - eh - not so much. Makes my head hurt and when he does stupid things like this is makes me not want to be home that much anyway...
Frankly, the thing I guilty about is leaving the dog so much. She's getting two walks a day now, and I take her everywhere I can, no worries, she loved. I guess it helps she's getting older and sleeps more. Plus every other Tuesday she spends some time outside during the day when the nice cleaning lady comes.
I'm tired, and I'm grumpy, and I'm really not in the mood to deal with life right now. I'm going to bury my head in work, attempt to be productive and plow through the rest of the week. Upside, Bubba is leaving this weekend taking LuLu II with him and Aunt Ing will enjoy the peace and quiet and sole control of the remote... feel the zen...
OH did I mention the yard Sale on Saturday at the lodge, and I'm definitely taking at least one yoga class this weekend.
Still not cooking.
Life has been life lately, March was March and of course it's a nightmare, but we got through, April regressed weather wise - and now it's May... and it was 90 degrees yesterday.
I am in week 3 into 4 with a trainer, found this guy through the neighbors and to my surprise husband has been somewhat supportive... he's taking the dog out in the morning, so I can have that extra 45 minutes in the evening... of course he complains that she is slow, and doesn't want to go... she's an old woman and we've changed her routine... let's face it Bubba you don't get all that happy when your routine is upset and you're half that dog's age.
Yesterday afternoon my darling husband laid a piece of logic on me that I still can't fathom... we signed our wills a couple of weeks ago... they need to filed at the courthouse in the county in which we live. The courthouse is of course government... they close at 5 PM. I get home at 4:30 WITH carpool and that is near where we live - a good 20 minutes from where the courthouse is...
I am currently without carpool (more later) so things are taking longer to get home... go figure.
My husband asks me why I can't get to the courthouse and deal with this... I can't do Friday afternoons any more because that is when I meet with Mr. Trainer - I made a promise to myself and my darling then supportive husband that I would stick to this... I have been!! But now because something he wants done isn't getting done -- whoa baby.
He started to rant about Lodge bullshit and I stopped him right there -- they close at freaking 5 PM -- even if I had something lodge related -- they CLOSE BEFORE any meeting!! Dorkus! I was SO ticked yesterday I went and had my nails done, did a quick 15 minutes workout, made dinner, unloaded the dishwasher and sat down and died. Then for some reason - when to bed and laid there... and read, and read, and read.. finally fell asleep.
But can someone please explain husband logic to me, he works 15 minutes from home, the courthouse is another 10 minutes from his office... WHY can't he take those in during his lunch hour? Why do I have to do it when I work in another STATE - leave before he does and won't get home until they place is almost closed?? And WHY was it such a flipping big farting deal that you have to do something?? Oh like take an hour out of your day to deal with something that was your darn idea in the first place?? Yes, Yes, it needed to be done, but I just don't understand why he has to have such a meltdown over something so minor!!!
Let me document this past week and this week... last Monday I cancelled my girls' group meeting, tired of having two kids show up... I worked out at home, hard!, walked the dog, cooked dinner, finished laundry, bed, up early as I am every blessed morning, but no carpool, Tuesday and Wednesday I worked out, Wednesday I had Ladies' Group practice, Thursday I had a LONG day at work, then drove into DC - got all turned around because I fat fingered the addressed into my phone wrong! Thankfully that was a quick meeting and I was home about 9:30 - Friday was another kick my butt session, Saturday I went to yoga class in the morning, and did home stuff all day, Sunday I went with the neighbor to yoga class. Also... I was at the grocery store Friday, Saturday because we were out of everything, also we were doing dinner with the neighbors and I agreed to do dessert. So Saturday I baked a cake, Bubba and I went to the movies... saw the new Avengers movie.. meh. Frankly I don't need to see another one... I have seen them all, literally and figuratively. Sunday I made icing, finished the cake, did laundry, checkbook and bills. We enjoyed dinner with the neighbors and I made sure I had breakfasts ready for me this work week, and set my kitchen to rights. Included in all this are the regular things I do, walk the dog every night, dinners, clean up and general pickup. This week, Monday I had a Ladies' group meeting that of course was a long night, we welcomed two new members. I still was up early, doing my job and another guy's job who is out for the next two weeks, home, worked out at the gym for 40 minutes, walked the dog, made dinner, with homemade stuffing!!, showered, changed, and arrived at my meeting on time and ready to go. Go home late, died, and restarted Tuesday the same as Monday, last night topped off with the fight with Bubba, new nails, walked Shelby, made dinner, and died.
Today is just flipping Wednesday. The up side is I have a massage tonight, Bubba has been warned he's on his own for dinner. He has leftovers from the neighbors and all sorts of other stuff.
I'm doing the dinner for the lodge members Thursday night, I already have the chicken cooked, did that last night. All I have to do there Thursday is re-heat and cover in BBQ sauce, make a green salad, make the pasta salad and there is dinner eat this.
Now here is another piece of Bubba logic I just don't get... Thursday, I'm doing the lodge dinner I will be home about 7:30, I will have been home at 4:30, and left about 6. He's going to a motorcycle meeting, he won't be home... and yet, and yet - he's grumping at me for doing this dinner? Um - you wont' be home!! Am I supposed to sit home every night waiting for you to grace me with your charming wit and personality? Because frankly - eh - not so much. Makes my head hurt and when he does stupid things like this is makes me not want to be home that much anyway...
Frankly, the thing I guilty about is leaving the dog so much. She's getting two walks a day now, and I take her everywhere I can, no worries, she loved. I guess it helps she's getting older and sleeps more. Plus every other Tuesday she spends some time outside during the day when the nice cleaning lady comes.
I'm tired, and I'm grumpy, and I'm really not in the mood to deal with life right now. I'm going to bury my head in work, attempt to be productive and plow through the rest of the week. Upside, Bubba is leaving this weekend taking LuLu II with him and Aunt Ing will enjoy the peace and quiet and sole control of the remote... feel the zen...
OH did I mention the yard Sale on Saturday at the lodge, and I'm definitely taking at least one yoga class this weekend.
Still not cooking.
Thursday, February 19, 2015
I will probably regret this one...
I made an effort yesterday - I know! I know! It surprised me too -- but I did, I went to church on Ash Wednesday, now considering that I got into MD and then basically went to church because last year if you waited you parked 3 blocks away and had to hoof it in. I pulled in 25 minutes before mass started and the parking lot was empty.
Yes, I double checked the time when I got there -- I have been know to read things wrong.
So, stayed in my warm car for a few minutes, made my way in, enjoyed that 20 minutes of quiet reflection, got my ashes and cut out early. I hadn't been home to let Shelby out and frankly, I needed to get home.
She met me at the door, but all was well.
So, where is the regret? No not in going to church - it was in my decision as to what to "give up" for lent. I decided to give up sweets, cookies, cake... yeah Aunt Ing the third generation sugar-holic is giving up sweets for the next 40 days.
Happy will not be our vocabulary for a while. I have cleaned out my house, all baked goodies have made their way into work - and I will do level headed best to stick to the plan.
I'm hoping there is some good to come out of this ... like maybe I'll drop a pound. Not counting on it but you never know.
Or I will just get sick and tired of no dessert type things break and you'll read about me on the news "Crazy woman breaks into bakery and eats two whole cakes. She blames her faith." Film at 11. I won't blame my faith, I'll blame my genetics, my lack of will power and probably a whole host of other ideas induced in my sugarless state. This could get ugly.
Maybe in this time I will learn some new tricks, that will keep my clothes from getting smaller... Hope springs eternal.
On other fronts, it's cold, I got a snow day Tuesday, which I put to good use, and the rest of this week has been cold, snowy and make a body long for a hint of spring. Supposedly it's coming Sunday, 50 degrees -- and rain. I say again, one does not have to shovel rain.
It is also a relatively unplanned weekend, only one event, a luncheon, with Mimosas and a short drive. In spite of Bubba's grumpy comments on our spending habits I'm giving serious thought to shopping Friday afternoon, we'll see what mood strikes me.
The girls' group paper work is pretty much done, copies are made, so my evenings are a bit more mellow. For now. This kid needs to not come up with excuses and get things done, but we'll see where she stands this weekend.
Off to try and get something productive done today...
Yes, I double checked the time when I got there -- I have been know to read things wrong.
So, stayed in my warm car for a few minutes, made my way in, enjoyed that 20 minutes of quiet reflection, got my ashes and cut out early. I hadn't been home to let Shelby out and frankly, I needed to get home.
She met me at the door, but all was well.
So, where is the regret? No not in going to church - it was in my decision as to what to "give up" for lent. I decided to give up sweets, cookies, cake... yeah Aunt Ing the third generation sugar-holic is giving up sweets for the next 40 days.
Happy will not be our vocabulary for a while. I have cleaned out my house, all baked goodies have made their way into work - and I will do level headed best to stick to the plan.
I'm hoping there is some good to come out of this ... like maybe I'll drop a pound. Not counting on it but you never know.
Or I will just get sick and tired of no dessert type things break and you'll read about me on the news "Crazy woman breaks into bakery and eats two whole cakes. She blames her faith." Film at 11. I won't blame my faith, I'll blame my genetics, my lack of will power and probably a whole host of other ideas induced in my sugarless state. This could get ugly.
Maybe in this time I will learn some new tricks, that will keep my clothes from getting smaller... Hope springs eternal.
On other fronts, it's cold, I got a snow day Tuesday, which I put to good use, and the rest of this week has been cold, snowy and make a body long for a hint of spring. Supposedly it's coming Sunday, 50 degrees -- and rain. I say again, one does not have to shovel rain.
It is also a relatively unplanned weekend, only one event, a luncheon, with Mimosas and a short drive. In spite of Bubba's grumpy comments on our spending habits I'm giving serious thought to shopping Friday afternoon, we'll see what mood strikes me.
The girls' group paper work is pretty much done, copies are made, so my evenings are a bit more mellow. For now. This kid needs to not come up with excuses and get things done, but we'll see where she stands this weekend.
Off to try and get something productive done today...
Monday, February 16, 2015
The week that was...
Here we sit, it is Friday, it is going to be bitterly cold this weekend, it's Friday the 13th and tomorrow is Valentine's Day.
Yeah.
Last weekend Bubba was gone, back to Vegas, and while most of the time I enjoy his weekends away - I wasn't home long enough to enjoy it! Actually I took Monday off (I was sick -- cough - cough) ... more like sick and tired and needed a darn day off. So I took it.
I slept in, loved the dog, got somethings done, ignored other things (think girls group) putzed, did some running around, baked, and then went to my Ladies' group meeting that night, feeling slightly better about my role in life.
The rest of the week has been a slog up hill... my gov boss has spent two days sitting literally next to me while we try and noodle out what HIS boss wants, only to think we have it - and to discover we don't. So 2 days of back and forth and finally at 3:00 PM Thursday we declare victory only to be told we have to come up with something else next week for a briefing for the muck-ity-mucks up stairs. Shoot me now.
I have been trying for a week to pass this on line course -- I can't string together a solid hour to sit and slog through this crap with enough retention to pass the bleeping test... so I'm taking notes... LOTS AND LOTS of notes. It's what I should be doing now - but instead I felt the need to blog. More honestly I felt the need to ignore it for another 20 minutes.
Yesterday I thought I thought I had a major issue with a tooth. It hurt Sunday night, I have flossed, brushed and still things didn't feel right. Got into see the dentist --- its a big old nothing. Whew. I feel like a complete dork. Up side no major dental work.
** And apparently that is when my week fell apart.
Friday saw me home early, then running a bit, baked a cake, and made cookie dough. Bubba came home sick... yeah.... I did dinner in because he said he didn't feel well. Bubba is SO not a happy camper when he doesn't feel well...
Saturday saw Bubba up early, after I rolled his fanny out of bed, to head to the gun show with friends. I was also up early, tended to the pup, got some paper work done, talked to my Girl's Group kid and she's got stuff pretty well in hand. I'm behind schedule with her invites, but I'll bang those out tonight. Along with some address labels for her. I went and got my car serviced, of course he complained because I did something without his prior authorization... I am seriously sick and tired of having everything I do picked to the n'th nit.
I got home, after speaking to Mom in regards to saving my cookie dough. It fixed it, folks were happy, it was good. The cake was good, the icing needs work and less of it... yes I said less icing. Dinner Saturday with friends was great! Bubba was his usual dud but he didn't feel well, he did manage to come across with his usual grocery store roses. He did remember chocolates from Vegas - so we'll let him slide - again. I on the hand, over achieved, order his candy from CA, PLUS got him a CD he wanted because it was on sale at Amazon, and I was ordering other things -- which of course he complained about...
Sunday was spent separately again, Bubba slept in, I enjoyed the peace and quiet early Sunday, he got up, got showered, headed to a massage, threatened to go to a minute clinic. You have a cold, REST, OJ and decongestant you'll be fine. I putzed, finally got dressed and ready to head out to a Ladies' Group luncheon. I usually don't go to these things, but I went last year for the Chickie I liked - so I had to make an effort for the gal I don't really get along with that much... she was the ONLY ONE, in a group of 12 speakers that didn't thank her local group and ask them to stand... yeah. Thankfully it was much shorter than last year - AND it was in a closer location! Made Bubba chicken soup for dinner - I had some for lunch today.
Today - Monday - President's Day - Federal holiday. Aunt Ing went into work. Her carpool buddy called last night - he sounded awful! So managed to get up o-dark-early and got into work -- there are 4 of us here - and about 4 more on the floor.
We were productive, my gov boss has a briefing later in the week, he called because we're supposed to get snow tonight - so he asked if we could get something started. Its basically done. But he'll want to change something, then the managers in pre-brief will want something else ... My life.
All right off to contemplate my beige walls and what time I'm heading home.
Yeah.
Last weekend Bubba was gone, back to Vegas, and while most of the time I enjoy his weekends away - I wasn't home long enough to enjoy it! Actually I took Monday off (I was sick -- cough - cough) ... more like sick and tired and needed a darn day off. So I took it.
I slept in, loved the dog, got somethings done, ignored other things (think girls group) putzed, did some running around, baked, and then went to my Ladies' group meeting that night, feeling slightly better about my role in life.
The rest of the week has been a slog up hill... my gov boss has spent two days sitting literally next to me while we try and noodle out what HIS boss wants, only to think we have it - and to discover we don't. So 2 days of back and forth and finally at 3:00 PM Thursday we declare victory only to be told we have to come up with something else next week for a briefing for the muck-ity-mucks up stairs. Shoot me now.
I have been trying for a week to pass this on line course -- I can't string together a solid hour to sit and slog through this crap with enough retention to pass the bleeping test... so I'm taking notes... LOTS AND LOTS of notes. It's what I should be doing now - but instead I felt the need to blog. More honestly I felt the need to ignore it for another 20 minutes.
Yesterday I thought I thought I had a major issue with a tooth. It hurt Sunday night, I have flossed, brushed and still things didn't feel right. Got into see the dentist --- its a big old nothing. Whew. I feel like a complete dork. Up side no major dental work.
** And apparently that is when my week fell apart.
Friday saw me home early, then running a bit, baked a cake, and made cookie dough. Bubba came home sick... yeah.... I did dinner in because he said he didn't feel well. Bubba is SO not a happy camper when he doesn't feel well...
Saturday saw Bubba up early, after I rolled his fanny out of bed, to head to the gun show with friends. I was also up early, tended to the pup, got some paper work done, talked to my Girl's Group kid and she's got stuff pretty well in hand. I'm behind schedule with her invites, but I'll bang those out tonight. Along with some address labels for her. I went and got my car serviced, of course he complained because I did something without his prior authorization... I am seriously sick and tired of having everything I do picked to the n'th nit.
I got home, after speaking to Mom in regards to saving my cookie dough. It fixed it, folks were happy, it was good. The cake was good, the icing needs work and less of it... yes I said less icing. Dinner Saturday with friends was great! Bubba was his usual dud but he didn't feel well, he did manage to come across with his usual grocery store roses. He did remember chocolates from Vegas - so we'll let him slide - again. I on the hand, over achieved, order his candy from CA, PLUS got him a CD he wanted because it was on sale at Amazon, and I was ordering other things -- which of course he complained about...
Sunday was spent separately again, Bubba slept in, I enjoyed the peace and quiet early Sunday, he got up, got showered, headed to a massage, threatened to go to a minute clinic. You have a cold, REST, OJ and decongestant you'll be fine. I putzed, finally got dressed and ready to head out to a Ladies' Group luncheon. I usually don't go to these things, but I went last year for the Chickie I liked - so I had to make an effort for the gal I don't really get along with that much... she was the ONLY ONE, in a group of 12 speakers that didn't thank her local group and ask them to stand... yeah. Thankfully it was much shorter than last year - AND it was in a closer location! Made Bubba chicken soup for dinner - I had some for lunch today.
Today - Monday - President's Day - Federal holiday. Aunt Ing went into work. Her carpool buddy called last night - he sounded awful! So managed to get up o-dark-early and got into work -- there are 4 of us here - and about 4 more on the floor.
We were productive, my gov boss has a briefing later in the week, he called because we're supposed to get snow tonight - so he asked if we could get something started. Its basically done. But he'll want to change something, then the managers in pre-brief will want something else ... My life.
All right off to contemplate my beige walls and what time I'm heading home.
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Do you want to build a snowman?!???
Go ahead -- sing it! We all did! While I really don't want to build a snow man, I seriously want a snow day.
I want a morning where I roll over, hit the Gov App, its bright red saying everything is closed and I roll over and go back to sleep for another hour or two or even three... then it's sweatpants and hot tea, and a good book and loving the Shelby dog, and mindless day time TV and no doing anything revolving around any of the 12 groups I belong to... I think it's 12 - it could be just three with the work of 12.
I'm starting to lose it.
Every weekend from now until the end of March is booked. Some are a couple of hours of something, some are all day events.
It feels like I'm fighting an up hill battle with the Girl's group, I keep getting things done, and I am not getting a whole lot in return. Oh yes, there is some, but the ones I'm busting my hump for -- not so much.
I know, I KNOW it's this time of year, where there are so many spinning plates of crap I have to keep up with I start to lose it... but the fun part is the powers that be have moved dates around on me, AFTER I have told parents of original dates... this last minute crap makes me crazy.
Breathe....
Had a message last night, it was glorious, but too short. I admit I have become addicted to that extra 30 minutes... an hour is no longer long enough... Yes pampered princess am I.
I SO didn't want to get out of bed this morning, but frankly that is no different than every other blessed morning the alarm goes off at 5 AM.
I am compensating with sugar and that has got to stop! I'm packing my lunch so that is helping with not buying things I shouldn't be eating, but I'm still supplementing with things I shouldn't be. I'm working on that one.
My boss has told me to update my resume. I've looked at it but haven't taken bit to byte yet but I have looked at it. Sighed then went back to surfing the Internet for an hour. Its on the to do list. The ever growing never ending to do list... up side? Bubba is leaving for Vegas this weekend so there is that bit of peace and quiet. And no grumping that I am off doing lodge crap and not tending to his needs. Make your own lunch/dinner and leave me alone for 10 blessed minutes.
All right I have vented, things will get done, and I will find a way to do nothing for short periods of time... like going to bed earlier when Bubba isn't home. :-)
I want a morning where I roll over, hit the Gov App, its bright red saying everything is closed and I roll over and go back to sleep for another hour or two or even three... then it's sweatpants and hot tea, and a good book and loving the Shelby dog, and mindless day time TV and no doing anything revolving around any of the 12 groups I belong to... I think it's 12 - it could be just three with the work of 12.
I'm starting to lose it.
Every weekend from now until the end of March is booked. Some are a couple of hours of something, some are all day events.
It feels like I'm fighting an up hill battle with the Girl's group, I keep getting things done, and I am not getting a whole lot in return. Oh yes, there is some, but the ones I'm busting my hump for -- not so much.
I know, I KNOW it's this time of year, where there are so many spinning plates of crap I have to keep up with I start to lose it... but the fun part is the powers that be have moved dates around on me, AFTER I have told parents of original dates... this last minute crap makes me crazy.
Breathe....
Had a message last night, it was glorious, but too short. I admit I have become addicted to that extra 30 minutes... an hour is no longer long enough... Yes pampered princess am I.
I SO didn't want to get out of bed this morning, but frankly that is no different than every other blessed morning the alarm goes off at 5 AM.
I am compensating with sugar and that has got to stop! I'm packing my lunch so that is helping with not buying things I shouldn't be eating, but I'm still supplementing with things I shouldn't be. I'm working on that one.
My boss has told me to update my resume. I've looked at it but haven't taken bit to byte yet but I have looked at it. Sighed then went back to surfing the Internet for an hour. Its on the to do list. The ever growing never ending to do list... up side? Bubba is leaving for Vegas this weekend so there is that bit of peace and quiet. And no grumping that I am off doing lodge crap and not tending to his needs. Make your own lunch/dinner and leave me alone for 10 blessed minutes.
All right I have vented, things will get done, and I will find a way to do nothing for short periods of time... like going to bed earlier when Bubba isn't home. :-)
Friday, January 30, 2015
Fridays should be good days...
But this one is not starting well... actually it's more of a spill over from Thursday evening. Day started like every other, way too farting early, but twist on Thursday was no carpool buddy... I had a doctor's appointment. With that left work all of 45 minutes early, "enjoyed" 30 minutes (mostly wait time) with Dr. Second Base, she told me to keep massaging both the girls, things were looking good and I'd see her at the end of March.
Yes, Doctor appointments are getting easier... we're working on less frequent.
From there I got a good coffee, because well, that is what you do after doctor appointments (its like RIGHT there), then I headed North, to the Dollar Store for goodie bags and goodies for the Ladies' Group meeting this weekend. Why me do you ask? Because Aunt Ing is a major league dork and can't keep her mouth shut. When our head-who-its in charge wanted to buy nick-knack crap I opened my yap-- and that boys and girls is how one gets volunteered to handle gift bags for friendship meeting. Lesson learned.
Soooo to the Dollar Store, got what I needed, and gave thought to heading to the lodge to drop off stuff, but then cold, chunky rain was falling from the sky and quickly turning paved surfaces into an ice skating rink..so Aunt Ing opted to head home. Home I went, let the dog out, changed clothes, finished my coffee, enjoyed my DVR'd episodes of Downton Abby, after I printed labels for the gift bags, and made them look pretty.... then Bubba called. (insert downer music here)
He's headed to a lodge event (I know!!) but he's stuck in traffic. Now here is the thing with that -- he can look out of windows in his office building and SEE first hand what the traffic situation is on this road... and if you see an issue he as no less than 2-3 other options to get home. Does he do this? Have you read this blog (or the previous one) before???
So he gets home, changes clothes and in the mean time, manages to bark at me to get the mail - because we all know the world will end if the mail sits in the box for more than 12 hours... then he grumps because laundry hasn't been done; there wasn't enough laundry to waste the water or the soap last weekend, I said as much -- guess what I started last night? I did one load just to say I did something. I also loaded the dishwasher and washed dishes got the bags done and enjoyed sole control of the remote. We briefly discussed my trip to the Plastic Surgeon Thursday and he actually said "you and she conspired to make those too small". I have been chewing on this since then... this is a carry over from the bitching and moaning that occurred Tuesday night when we were on our way to an installation together. Does he actually think that I sat in that doctor's office and said, "Ohh let's make my life really fun - because you know breast cancer isn't enough of a good time -- I really want to piss off my husband with small boobs." Never in a ba-zillion years... They are what they are -- if I get rid of some of this belly it probably wouldn't be such an issue. That is an April goal.
But I mean seriously?!?! I frankly I like being a new member of the ity-bitty-tittie club. And in the long run he should be glad too - but he isn't. Bubba is male. Bubba is a dork. And I'm going to enjoy another good coffee today just because -- and so I don't eat crap. Learning new coping ideas... making sure I get the skinny version. :-)
Off to go do something work related before I get fired.
Stay turned it's a busy weekend with people who don't like me.
It's Friday yeah.... it's snowing.... yeah... it is supposed to snow Sunday.... just shoot me now.
Yes, Doctor appointments are getting easier... we're working on less frequent.
From there I got a good coffee, because well, that is what you do after doctor appointments (its like RIGHT there), then I headed North, to the Dollar Store for goodie bags and goodies for the Ladies' Group meeting this weekend. Why me do you ask? Because Aunt Ing is a major league dork and can't keep her mouth shut. When our head-who-its in charge wanted to buy nick-knack crap I opened my yap-- and that boys and girls is how one gets volunteered to handle gift bags for friendship meeting. Lesson learned.
Soooo to the Dollar Store, got what I needed, and gave thought to heading to the lodge to drop off stuff, but then cold, chunky rain was falling from the sky and quickly turning paved surfaces into an ice skating rink..so Aunt Ing opted to head home. Home I went, let the dog out, changed clothes, finished my coffee, enjoyed my DVR'd episodes of Downton Abby, after I printed labels for the gift bags, and made them look pretty.... then Bubba called. (insert downer music here)
He's headed to a lodge event (I know!!) but he's stuck in traffic. Now here is the thing with that -- he can look out of windows in his office building and SEE first hand what the traffic situation is on this road... and if you see an issue he as no less than 2-3 other options to get home. Does he do this? Have you read this blog (or the previous one) before???
So he gets home, changes clothes and in the mean time, manages to bark at me to get the mail - because we all know the world will end if the mail sits in the box for more than 12 hours... then he grumps because laundry hasn't been done; there wasn't enough laundry to waste the water or the soap last weekend, I said as much -- guess what I started last night? I did one load just to say I did something. I also loaded the dishwasher and washed dishes got the bags done and enjoyed sole control of the remote. We briefly discussed my trip to the Plastic Surgeon Thursday and he actually said "you and she conspired to make those too small". I have been chewing on this since then... this is a carry over from the bitching and moaning that occurred Tuesday night when we were on our way to an installation together. Does he actually think that I sat in that doctor's office and said, "Ohh let's make my life really fun - because you know breast cancer isn't enough of a good time -- I really want to piss off my husband with small boobs." Never in a ba-zillion years... They are what they are -- if I get rid of some of this belly it probably wouldn't be such an issue. That is an April goal.
But I mean seriously?!?! I frankly I like being a new member of the ity-bitty-tittie club. And in the long run he should be glad too - but he isn't. Bubba is male. Bubba is a dork. And I'm going to enjoy another good coffee today just because -- and so I don't eat crap. Learning new coping ideas... making sure I get the skinny version. :-)
Off to go do something work related before I get fired.
Stay turned it's a busy weekend with people who don't like me.
It's Friday yeah.... it's snowing.... yeah... it is supposed to snow Sunday.... just shoot me now.
Friday, January 23, 2015
Ever have one of those days?!?
Not really all that bad, but not really all that good, I mean it's freaking Friday... and yet I have a raging case of the blas....
This has been the longest 4 day week on record.
Now granted we haven't see much sun, so I'm sure that is part of the problem, and work is a bit un-challenging at the moment, and the volunteer groups are ramping up to make me crazy and ensure I have NO down time what so ever...
I'm having thoughts that I want a career change, then I think, why rock this boat on calm and steady waters?
Then I think, 8 hours of busy work, and I begin to question my life again...
Then I remember I like the people I work with and for -- for a change...
Then I remember my gov boss told me to keep my resume updated...
Then I remember to be grateful for what I have and quit whining....
I'm going to blame the meeting tomorrow for this mood. Yeah let's go with dealing with the adults who run the youth group... and my inability to offer up any workable suggestion that MIGHT get implemented...
I just keep chanting... "head down, mouth shut" it will keep me out of trouble.
All right I have things to finish, and thankfully a short day at work before I start more running when I get home.. but up side - there is a nail appointment in there somewhere..
Life can't be all bad if you have pretty nails right??
Vanity thy name is Aunt Ing.
This has been the longest 4 day week on record.
Now granted we haven't see much sun, so I'm sure that is part of the problem, and work is a bit un-challenging at the moment, and the volunteer groups are ramping up to make me crazy and ensure I have NO down time what so ever...
I'm having thoughts that I want a career change, then I think, why rock this boat on calm and steady waters?
Then I think, 8 hours of busy work, and I begin to question my life again...
Then I remember I like the people I work with and for -- for a change...
Then I remember my gov boss told me to keep my resume updated...
Then I remember to be grateful for what I have and quit whining....
I'm going to blame the meeting tomorrow for this mood. Yeah let's go with dealing with the adults who run the youth group... and my inability to offer up any workable suggestion that MIGHT get implemented...
I just keep chanting... "head down, mouth shut" it will keep me out of trouble.
All right I have things to finish, and thankfully a short day at work before I start more running when I get home.. but up side - there is a nail appointment in there somewhere..
Life can't be all bad if you have pretty nails right??
Vanity thy name is Aunt Ing.
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Am I wrong here???
For a change this spouting of drivel is not about Bubba... I know!
This spouting fountain of discontentment is about my girls group -- I have several - nay many peeves with which to pop off...
Let's start with the adults - and let's start with the head adult who supposedly is in charge of this group for the entire state. Well apparently that isn't good enough for this woman... the past two years she was head of the entire National organization... yeah for her.
We spent a small or not so small fortune putting on a show last summer for her so she could sit on her fanny and bask in the blood, sweat, and tears of those who made it work (I was not among those chosen few), and that fortune was also in political and personal capital and I personally saw a lot of new bodies with no clue what their job was to entail until the last possible minute.
So -- she finished her two years as National-who-its-in-charge; and returns to Maryland triumphant upon the backs of those who did her bidding.... and we frankly have not see hide nor hair of 9/10's of these people since. And I'm not just talking about all the extra bodies for the national convention, I'm talking about people who have responsibilities for the state functions -- especially and including the illustrious leader herself. She still holds TWO -- yes TWO national titles, and now I am told is going after another National position in the Ladies' Group. WTH???
The girls' group in Maryland is hanging on by it's fingernails, and you're off campaigning for another National title?? Are you nuts?? We're supposed to have our annual adult retreat weekend THIS Saturday -- as of today (Tuesday) there is NO data as to location or start time. I've been making jokes about dressing warmly as we'll be meeting in parking lots... I fear this is not far off from the truth.
My chant from now until Sunday morning for the adult meeting is "keep your head down and your mouth shut... " I may get it temp tattooed on my hand. Because at least once during these meetings I managed to open my yap and endear myself to these people all over again. I really have to stop making suggestions on how to get stuff done in a timely manner, and other wild and crazy ideas like starting meetings on time, and oh my favorite -- planning ahead!!! GASP! SHOCK! HORROR...
Yeah repeat after me... "keep your head down and your mouth shut... "
Ohmmmmm
OK so now on to the "leadership" of this crowd. There are 4 women who have title of Senior-who-its. (Not the official one ... but you get the jest...) The one Senior-who-its from my neck of the woods, attends things on a hit or miss basis because she and her husband are also in the title collecting business but in DC. Her husband is especially proficient at the collection... the next Senior-who-its; who was in charge and who ironically liked me, disappeared right after the National convention and frankly there isn't a soul who can blame her, working in her neck of the words is Senior-who-its #3, who is also in charge of the girls' state wide group for raising monies for the scholarship and operating expenses... haven't seen her since July either... oh and did I mention that for the past um-teen years at least one of my kids has led that group??!? Including this one? And lastly Senior-who-its #4 who it is now rumored has resigned her post, but she's the only one who 1) communicates with the outside world, 2) gets stuff done, and 3) shows up to any of these state wide events.... bonus - she doesn't like me either.
Now I can grant you all of these people will be at the retreat (in the parking lot) this weekend. They will hang on Head Lady's words as if they were dripped in gold. I will be playing solitaire on my computer and chanting... head down... yap shut... head down...
We will not start on time, I say this knowing full well that the woman who goes on and on about bullying and the like will demand we all arrive at 9 AM, and she'll finish setting up about 9:30 ish... Last year I drove up that morning, had breakfast, coffee and an hour drive before the woman could roll her lazy backside out of bed, dress and take an elevator to the meeting room -- as she staying in the same blipping hotel... and still was 35 minutes late -- seriously??
And finally -- the girls... the reason I do all this, and I will say they are good kids, but yeesh!!! It takes dynamite to get them to do ANYTHING and that is after I spoon feed them everything they need, drive them from point A to point B and back again, and then make 3 copies of everything because I am assured that these darling will lose at least one if not two copies of whatever I give them... but then again the parents are just as bad! Don't expect a response from anyone so I usually have to guess as to who is coming where and how the F they are going to get there!!!
I hate January and February --- there is 6000 pounds of paperwork to deal with and even when I was sick I got 10% help...
This too shall pass I just needed to vent away my frustrations to someone who wouldn't tell me that "You volunteered for this crap" (yes Bubba -- who else?)
Off to make copies, and see if I can 'borrow' more office supplies...
thanks for listening.
This spouting fountain of discontentment is about my girls group -- I have several - nay many peeves with which to pop off...
Let's start with the adults - and let's start with the head adult who supposedly is in charge of this group for the entire state. Well apparently that isn't good enough for this woman... the past two years she was head of the entire National organization... yeah for her.
We spent a small or not so small fortune putting on a show last summer for her so she could sit on her fanny and bask in the blood, sweat, and tears of those who made it work (I was not among those chosen few), and that fortune was also in political and personal capital and I personally saw a lot of new bodies with no clue what their job was to entail until the last possible minute.
So -- she finished her two years as National-who-its-in-charge; and returns to Maryland triumphant upon the backs of those who did her bidding.... and we frankly have not see hide nor hair of 9/10's of these people since. And I'm not just talking about all the extra bodies for the national convention, I'm talking about people who have responsibilities for the state functions -- especially and including the illustrious leader herself. She still holds TWO -- yes TWO national titles, and now I am told is going after another National position in the Ladies' Group. WTH???
The girls' group in Maryland is hanging on by it's fingernails, and you're off campaigning for another National title?? Are you nuts?? We're supposed to have our annual adult retreat weekend THIS Saturday -- as of today (Tuesday) there is NO data as to location or start time. I've been making jokes about dressing warmly as we'll be meeting in parking lots... I fear this is not far off from the truth.
My chant from now until Sunday morning for the adult meeting is "keep your head down and your mouth shut... " I may get it temp tattooed on my hand. Because at least once during these meetings I managed to open my yap and endear myself to these people all over again. I really have to stop making suggestions on how to get stuff done in a timely manner, and other wild and crazy ideas like starting meetings on time, and oh my favorite -- planning ahead!!! GASP! SHOCK! HORROR...
Yeah repeat after me... "keep your head down and your mouth shut... "
Ohmmmmm
OK so now on to the "leadership" of this crowd. There are 4 women who have title of Senior-who-its. (Not the official one ... but you get the jest...) The one Senior-who-its from my neck of the woods, attends things on a hit or miss basis because she and her husband are also in the title collecting business but in DC. Her husband is especially proficient at the collection... the next Senior-who-its; who was in charge and who ironically liked me, disappeared right after the National convention and frankly there isn't a soul who can blame her, working in her neck of the words is Senior-who-its #3, who is also in charge of the girls' state wide group for raising monies for the scholarship and operating expenses... haven't seen her since July either... oh and did I mention that for the past um-teen years at least one of my kids has led that group??!? Including this one? And lastly Senior-who-its #4 who it is now rumored has resigned her post, but she's the only one who 1) communicates with the outside world, 2) gets stuff done, and 3) shows up to any of these state wide events.... bonus - she doesn't like me either.
Now I can grant you all of these people will be at the retreat (in the parking lot) this weekend. They will hang on Head Lady's words as if they were dripped in gold. I will be playing solitaire on my computer and chanting... head down... yap shut... head down...
We will not start on time, I say this knowing full well that the woman who goes on and on about bullying and the like will demand we all arrive at 9 AM, and she'll finish setting up about 9:30 ish... Last year I drove up that morning, had breakfast, coffee and an hour drive before the woman could roll her lazy backside out of bed, dress and take an elevator to the meeting room -- as she staying in the same blipping hotel... and still was 35 minutes late -- seriously??
And finally -- the girls... the reason I do all this, and I will say they are good kids, but yeesh!!! It takes dynamite to get them to do ANYTHING and that is after I spoon feed them everything they need, drive them from point A to point B and back again, and then make 3 copies of everything because I am assured that these darling will lose at least one if not two copies of whatever I give them... but then again the parents are just as bad! Don't expect a response from anyone so I usually have to guess as to who is coming where and how the F they are going to get there!!!
I hate January and February --- there is 6000 pounds of paperwork to deal with and even when I was sick I got 10% help...
This too shall pass I just needed to vent away my frustrations to someone who wouldn't tell me that "You volunteered for this crap" (yes Bubba -- who else?)
Off to make copies, and see if I can 'borrow' more office supplies...
thanks for listening.
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
The post Christmas wrap up...
Yes, I know it's already a full week into the new year and I haven't bothered with the usual rantings of Christmas... I've been busy, sick and generally unmodivated... forgive me.
But now - as I'm avoiding my now overdue performance review I find some thoughts... drifting.
I'll start with yesterday, a big day as my medi-port used to deliver that chemotherapy crap is out of my person. Replaced with a bandage and some general soreness... and once again, I was in an OR, and knocked out lightly of course and I was home and eating lunch out by 12 Noon. It was a good day.
Funny story there -- had a lovely nurse named Angela, with her British accent, she was the SAME nurse I had when I had my mastectomy! I offered an apology for my previous meltdown, and I think handled this visit much better -- that and I think I was unconscious sooner...
Now let's talk that glorious family holiday known as Christmas... my first thoughts are cripes what a freaking mess...
We stupidly agreed to do Christmas Eve and Christmas morning with the in-laws that then turned into all freaking day Christmas... which then turned into a HUGE meltdown on my part Christmas morning when my father - who generally says nothing -- said something.
I felt about 1/2 inch tall. Now in the middle of said meltdown here is where my fear of losing my parents kicks into high gear... my father, the trip wire for said meltdown, hugged me, tried to make me feel better even in the middle of the complete irrational sobbing meltdown... my darling husband... yelled at me, told me this was my fault and was a general complete ass. Which is why I ignored him at church.
That was how I ended up at Christmas morning mass, no make up, blood shot eyes, glasses and I hadn't brushed my teeth... yeah, I had better never go back there again. Of course if I do it will be with contacts, make up and clean teeth so no one will regonize me. I hope.
Christmas Day for lack of a better word - sucked. The darling children we spent the day with are seriously undisciplined, I chased the little darlings out of my mother-in-law's closet twice; second time they were climbing the shelving, when I quit being THE responsible adult to these children, they stayed in that closet, broke 3 picture frames, including the glass. I guess we should be thankful that the little darlings weren't cut to ribbons. To hear my darling niece berating her children when they found the destruction I walked away -- it was on the tip of my tongue to say - - this is your fault watch your children! Their father -- oh so helpful while sitting on his ass "you better not be climbing"... yeah that's effective.
Post Christmas I found myself doing some internal soul searching and wondering if indeed a problem lies within myself. My overly emotional meltdown, I cannot tell you where that came from, other than feeling awful my parents thought they were alone, they weren't they went to my sister's house. I hate myself when I watch my sister and bother with their children, that small kernel of green that there is no one in my life that loves me with that unconditional look those girls give them... still fighting that outsider looking in pity party that I hate - with a vengeance. It also seriously pisses me off every time we deal with my in-laws and all that crap that she was blessed with 4 children and takes no interest let alone pride in bringing up responsible adults.... on the other hand I doubt my niece has a clue what the heck a responsible adult is.... saucer of milk -- table 1. Screw that -- do we have any egg nog left??
With all these swimming emotions... and internal belly button gazing... I have come up with... a whole lotta nothin' my brain is swimming in a mess of too much of what ever and I will keep myself busy and forget all this crap happened. Next year.... next year we'll find another way to screw things up.
New Year's Eve was semi-anti-climatic, out to dinner with friends and struggled to stay awake until midnight... we made it and within 45 minutes we were in bed snoring to beat the band.
New Year's Day saw me cook dinner for 8 people, all of whom are still alive, and did not -- let me repeat DID NOT get sick. I even got a good dinner honey-bunny from my darling husband. Along with the perfunctory pat on the head.... the man does not get warm and fuzzy does he?? The other up side was I didn't have a ton of left overs! I know! Bubba and I have enjoyed a few dinners of pork BBQ though...
So, here we are a new year.... what will we do with it? I know there is one more surgery on the horizon... frankly if left-boobie wasn't the dimpled mess that it is I would say screw it but after all this I just want to look 'normal' and if this surgery can get close - we're calling game. Tired of hospitals, doctors, nurses, and all things medical. I have a full calendar for girls' group and ladies group and I'm sure my darling supportive husband will be a supreme pain in the nether regions - so situation normal.
All righty -- off to go write the great work of fiction known as my yearly performance review... filled with things that state I am the greatest thing since sliced bread sitting at my desk, every day, fullfilling the needs of our governmental overlords and making bits and bytes doing all sorts of wonderful things... yadda, yadda, yadda...
Pass the 'nog - I need some inspiration.
But now - as I'm avoiding my now overdue performance review I find some thoughts... drifting.
I'll start with yesterday, a big day as my medi-port used to deliver that chemotherapy crap is out of my person. Replaced with a bandage and some general soreness... and once again, I was in an OR, and knocked out lightly of course and I was home and eating lunch out by 12 Noon. It was a good day.
Funny story there -- had a lovely nurse named Angela, with her British accent, she was the SAME nurse I had when I had my mastectomy! I offered an apology for my previous meltdown, and I think handled this visit much better -- that and I think I was unconscious sooner...
Now let's talk that glorious family holiday known as Christmas... my first thoughts are cripes what a freaking mess...
We stupidly agreed to do Christmas Eve and Christmas morning with the in-laws that then turned into all freaking day Christmas... which then turned into a HUGE meltdown on my part Christmas morning when my father - who generally says nothing -- said something.
I felt about 1/2 inch tall. Now in the middle of said meltdown here is where my fear of losing my parents kicks into high gear... my father, the trip wire for said meltdown, hugged me, tried to make me feel better even in the middle of the complete irrational sobbing meltdown... my darling husband... yelled at me, told me this was my fault and was a general complete ass. Which is why I ignored him at church.
That was how I ended up at Christmas morning mass, no make up, blood shot eyes, glasses and I hadn't brushed my teeth... yeah, I had better never go back there again. Of course if I do it will be with contacts, make up and clean teeth so no one will regonize me. I hope.
Christmas Day for lack of a better word - sucked. The darling children we spent the day with are seriously undisciplined, I chased the little darlings out of my mother-in-law's closet twice; second time they were climbing the shelving, when I quit being THE responsible adult to these children, they stayed in that closet, broke 3 picture frames, including the glass. I guess we should be thankful that the little darlings weren't cut to ribbons. To hear my darling niece berating her children when they found the destruction I walked away -- it was on the tip of my tongue to say - - this is your fault watch your children! Their father -- oh so helpful while sitting on his ass "you better not be climbing"... yeah that's effective.
Post Christmas I found myself doing some internal soul searching and wondering if indeed a problem lies within myself. My overly emotional meltdown, I cannot tell you where that came from, other than feeling awful my parents thought they were alone, they weren't they went to my sister's house. I hate myself when I watch my sister and bother with their children, that small kernel of green that there is no one in my life that loves me with that unconditional look those girls give them... still fighting that outsider looking in pity party that I hate - with a vengeance. It also seriously pisses me off every time we deal with my in-laws and all that crap that she was blessed with 4 children and takes no interest let alone pride in bringing up responsible adults.... on the other hand I doubt my niece has a clue what the heck a responsible adult is.... saucer of milk -- table 1. Screw that -- do we have any egg nog left??
With all these swimming emotions... and internal belly button gazing... I have come up with... a whole lotta nothin' my brain is swimming in a mess of too much of what ever and I will keep myself busy and forget all this crap happened. Next year.... next year we'll find another way to screw things up.
New Year's Eve was semi-anti-climatic, out to dinner with friends and struggled to stay awake until midnight... we made it and within 45 minutes we were in bed snoring to beat the band.
New Year's Day saw me cook dinner for 8 people, all of whom are still alive, and did not -- let me repeat DID NOT get sick. I even got a good dinner honey-bunny from my darling husband. Along with the perfunctory pat on the head.... the man does not get warm and fuzzy does he?? The other up side was I didn't have a ton of left overs! I know! Bubba and I have enjoyed a few dinners of pork BBQ though...
So, here we are a new year.... what will we do with it? I know there is one more surgery on the horizon... frankly if left-boobie wasn't the dimpled mess that it is I would say screw it but after all this I just want to look 'normal' and if this surgery can get close - we're calling game. Tired of hospitals, doctors, nurses, and all things medical. I have a full calendar for girls' group and ladies group and I'm sure my darling supportive husband will be a supreme pain in the nether regions - so situation normal.
All righty -- off to go write the great work of fiction known as my yearly performance review... filled with things that state I am the greatest thing since sliced bread sitting at my desk, every day, fullfilling the needs of our governmental overlords and making bits and bytes doing all sorts of wonderful things... yadda, yadda, yadda...
Pass the 'nog - I need some inspiration.
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