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...

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. 

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.  :-)