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.
Friday, May 29, 2015
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.
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