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
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