What weekend??

We have firmly established here that I am a big dork with an inability to say the word No.  This weekend was a shining example.

Saturday was fine, had a nice lunch with nice people honored one lady show served her year well, and she spoke for about 2 minutes, opened her gift and we're done.  I went running all day Saturday afterwards - spent longer with one errand because she wanted to chat... also discovered that Burger King's version of iced coffee mocha was chocolate milk with ice.  yuck.

Every where I went Saturday there were lines, and waits and people and people... Trader Joe's the grocery store - heck my pop in to Good will was forever to check out.  So, I got home from "lunch" at 5 PM.  upside was I had the week's grocery shopping done, I got lunch stuff prepped and I made dinner. Home made pizza... life was good.

Sunday - we did breakfast together, he went off to get a massage I went  home, walked the dog and then got ready to lunch again - after an hour plus drive north.  Thankfully someone else drove, it was nice to have company and fellow suffer... this "lunch" started at 1 with a miss-aligned greeting line, in a hallway, were you could go either direction and apparently folks were... fun!

Then lunch started at 2 - yes 2 PM... the "entertainment" was some old lady with a Prince Valiant hair cut a guitar and singing songs written in the 1900's... thank goodness there were only 3.  Then the speeches started, but it's not just "thank yous" it's the introductions, its unwrapping gifts, its no one paying attention to 1 gift rule, it's no one paying attention to 3 minutes to thank everyone you know and that is how you end up with lunch going to 6 PM.  I got home at 7.  By the time they were done I swear it was 2 minutes I had my stuff, my coat and was standing at the door waiting for my ride to get out of the bathroom... LET'S GO!

Fun part of this story - I was asked to serve on the committee, there 2 others from my Ladies' group (local) also on this committee.  I got a message, first one all year, the day before the event, tell me to show up early.  I already had coordinated a ride and that wasn't happening.  I sent a message stating that fact.  Haven't heard a word - don't expect to.  The fun part, I was on the program but when the Chairperson read out the names of the committee she left mine off... I laughed.  But it did niggle at me because through no fault of mine I wasn't included to do anything.  The lady on the committee said "she didn't have your correct email"  for months?  My phone numbers haven't changed, and don't you think when you didn't get a reply you would 1) reach out to the committee members who are in the same local group, 2) try another method of communications? i.e. phone, letter, whatever...

I really don't care, but it also goes to a reputation thing that I was put on a committee then didn't bother to do anything.  That isn't the case but it could become the story told.  I need to find something else to do with my time... I can promise you that is the LAST state office luncheon I go to... regardless of who is holding a state office. 

Back to work, nice to be busy.

So much for Valentine's....

I wrote Sunday Valentine's Day was a good day.  Fast forward to Wednesday evening, Thursday morning and I would very much like to return said gift and words...

Major tightwad is living at our house again.  This week's trigger?  My new eyeglasses.  Now I mentioned, more than once, without darling Bubba in front of the television or on his phone, that I was getting new eye glasses - I was getting them from the eye doc.  Did he say a word??  I knew his glasses were pricey but I figured  - as I had mentioned it MORE THAN ONCE... that I was OK to move forward.

I did - they were expensive but about the same price Bubba paid.

Does it matter that I mention that fact when he's ranting and raving about the price tag?  Does it matter than I state over and over again that I said I was getting glasses and he said nothing about the doctor being pricey? 

Instead I get two ranting lectures on me not caring about the money I spent and - on and on and on. 

I like leaving before he gets up, I don't have to start my days this way... but then he calls.  And my day starts this way.

It sucks.

Again - I point out - same price as Bubba's glasses, I also mention its been a DECADE since I last bought glasses and it will probably be another 10 years before I buy them again.  But still I have to listen to yelling and screaming over my lack of concern over the money I spend.

Have I mentioned I hate starting my day this way???  and now it's lunch time and I'm still pissed off.  I know! I know! I have that other account and I will make it a point every blessed Friday to make a deposit into that account.  It won't change the glasses conversation but it will change all the other charges.  I just don't understand -- he acts like I got to Yuppy store every weekend and buy it out.  I shop at Wal-Mart and Big Lots.  Cash is king... I will no longer charge anything so he can't see it - unless it's for his happy ass.

I swear.

/ end rant.

cheap ass
apparently not quite yet.

*sigh

Back to work - been busy today.  And that's a good thing.  Still not 100% sure what the heck is going on and who I'm talking to regularly.. but its coming along and my brain is engaged again.

It's engaged, and it hurts but its working.. later.

Sunday, Sunday... into Monday

Its Valentine's Day... frankly its been a good day.  Bubba got his Cajun brunch I got my bottomless mimosa... life was good.

He got his present Saturday - I was efficient and bought his stuff a week ago.

Bubba shopped Saturday. In his defense, he was traveling and working all last week.  The fact he put forth an effort and did such a great job is still pretty amazing.

I was completely lazy Sunday, and now have similar plans for Monday.  It's a federal holiday and I was planning to go into work, but the weather took an ugly turn and I said screw it.  Probably shouldn't have but wasn't really in the mood to get out of bed.  Shame on me.

I'm cancelling the Girls' group tonight, they are predicting ice later today and home girl don't due ice.  Snow - not a crisis.  But also hearing the traffic reports this morning probably a good decision to stay my butt home.

All right off to kill an hour and then think about being productive. 

Later!

Sing it with me now...

"Its the final countdown...."  (see insurance commercial for that song!)

What final countdown -- my new job.  I am down to hours on the old job, moved my box of stuff and crap down three flights of stairs.  Good news! My name is on the door -- Bad News they spelled my last name wrong.  There is an added H.  Ah well.

Met a few folks some knew I was coming, some didn't.  Monday morning should be fun.

I figure when I get in Monday morning, I will spend that first hour just getting my desk the way I want it.  My office has been the storage unit apparently.  :-)

I am a bit worried, new challenge, new people, new tools, no time to screw off and do other other things.  I'll make do

I am now sitting here cleaning up my email.  Might as well start with a cleaner slate.

Hubby keeps calling me, early in the AM, on the way to work, on the way home, at work... I don't need to talk to him this much. Every day for a week he's called to confirm the need to medicate the dog.  YES dear!  Every 12 hours, I do it before bed, you do it in the AM.  I kept asking do you want me to do mornings and evenings... but he said no.  So why the calling???

The good news is he's headed off next week  -- so peace, no cooking and early bed times.  Bonus.

The weekend is thankfully on semi-planned.  Bubba is taking my car in for regular maintenance so there will be no discussion on whether or not I should have something done to it. 

I must say I had a nice turn out for my going away luncheon, and with people I didn't expect to see! I got a nice card from folks and it's nice to leave on that high note.  And my clean desk. 

Final hour.... and 6 years... poof.

Deep breath, new challenge, new people.  It will be good.  Feeling a little queasy. Or maybe that was the salad I had for lunch. 

I'm going to the mall after work today.  The candy Bubba likes has a kiosk there plus I can do some other running, and maybe a new job gift for ME!  :-)

Short and sweet today.  We'll see what we can come up with Monday.  Deep breaths.

I really meant to update this...

Bubba's birthday weekend was a hit.  I was floored, and then I was bedded... as in - bed - sick as a dog - dead to the world.  It took me a week plus being snowed in for 4 days to recover.

In complete amazement to myself things went off without Bubba losing his cool during his birthday weekend.  It took a week for him to remember the bill, and yell at me about it.  Only because I couldn't remember exact numbers for X, Y and Z.  Frankly I didn't care it looked close enough, here done.

Monday was a holiday, I was in my pj's until 4 PM, Tuesday I woke with something that died in my sinuses so I called out of work.  I went to work Wednesday feeling better, cold meds are your friend. Thursday I should  have stayed home, but didn't... I was Zombie Aunt Ing all day.  Came home, let the dog out, crawled into bed and didn't get out of it until Friday morning about 8:30.  Then I proceeded to lay around all weekend, which was available because 3 feet of snow feel upon our house, yard, street and neighborhood.  I also enjoyed two days off of work because there was a lot of snow to push around.

After that, and a three-day work week we are 98% back to normal.  98% because you know as well I do there ain't nuthin' 100% normal about me.

Now I am in the final countdown of the old job, and start the new one Monday... my desk is mostly packed.  I haven't thought much about it yet.  I'll tag up with the new boss tomorrow, and move Friday.  I am working on a complete lack of care... The girl's group is making me nuts, and as usual the parents are a bigger issue than the kids, but the kids aren't much fun either right now.

I must push through, and I will but right now it's just not fun.

I want to fix things, but I can't.

I got snippy with a kid - but again if you listen to me in DECEMBER we'd be done with this and you wouldn't be whining that it isn't what you want.  Suck it up buttercup.  (see?!?  No fun)

Today it's raining, a week ago, we could barely get around on major highways, due to 6000 pounds of snow.  Mother Nature's internal temperature control is as screwed up as mine.

My desk is 8/10's clean.  I am down to one box of crap and some stuff that make working life homey.

I think there is something wrong with a person who finds making lists soothing and ads an element of control in my continually chaotic life.  Is is wrong to hope that your husband leaves town for a week?  He's threatening to go to Canada next week and it's all I can do not to help him pack.  Get out - go!  I need a break!  We've spent too much time together and he's not much fun a lot of time.  Captain Crankypants has been visiting our house WAY too much lately.

My team is taking me out to lunch today --- I ordering a slice of cake to take with me.  Because I can.  And I'm not sharing.  Aunt Ing wants cake. 

All right.  Off to pretend to do something constructive today, have lunch and enjoy cake.  I have high goals today.

Later....