Family and things you do for them...

It's almost 10 AM Saturday morning, I am operating on barely 5 hours sleep - 2:30 AM until 7 AM ... now you may ask - "Why Aunt Ing if you went to bed at 2:30 in the AM did you arise from your bed at 7 AM??

Well since you asked I will tell you - I had an appointment 16 miles up the road to get my car's oil changed and the battery checked at 8 AM... but that isn't the whole story - of course it isn't.

Friday started like every other Friday, up early, work all day, home, grocery store, I had a dinner idea, and I had to get stuff to make gingerbread, bought some more baking stuff that was on sale, got stuff for my mama and my mama-in-law... came home.  Made Gingerbread dough, and make a recipe for a bourbon cocktail - then Bubba called and said "let's go get a margarita"  So cleaned up the kitchen, got myself put together, we went to our fav Mexican place, enjoyed a very potent happy hour margarita some snacks, and then my sister from another mother called - actually her husband called... they were hit on Rt 70, they needed some help.  And boom, grab the waitress, check out race home to get my car (truck contents vs. Bubba's mobile) race as fast as we can through Friday night traffic, and the 5 mile backup caused by the accident, we get to them, and the lack of blood on anyone was a glorious day in Aunt Ing's world.

As I said about 1000 times last night - metal and cars and things can be replaced, people you love in your life cannot.  I am sure when Sis and Brother-in-law arise this morning they will feel as if they went 10 rounds with Mike Tyson and Mohammad Ali..

We finally got to them, at the Sheetz, we got things all loaded up, got everyone loaded up and headed to their home... 45 minutes from our home.  We stopped and grabbed some fast food, as they hadn't had dinner, and by this time - I was ready to eat again.  Adrenaline will do that to you.

So as we sat there, I was worried, we were all wavering so the decision was made to go to the emergency medical type facility near their home... we arrive at 10:30 ish - Bubba and I left about 1 something, Sis by this time had a general clean bill of health - her husband was being wheeled into a medical device as we started to make our way home... we got home, texts, things were progressing and then my alarm went off...

Here I sit, oil changed, laundry started, coffee being sipped and wondering where the energy is coming from to bake gingerbread houses... I will get there.

Send a prayer heaven ward, for family members held in his hand and tended, a high school friend who lost her husband yesterday, and for all your blessings... and maybe a nap.

Where is my espresso machine????

I'm annoyed...

I'm not sure where this attitude came from but it is here. Bubba popped in for a nap last Friday, then left again, I meanwhile tended to things, mostly stuff I stupidly volunteer for  - nonetheless - I made 20 pounds of mashed potatoes Saturday night, and my hands are still paying the price.

I shutter to think what was on those peels to cause this reaction...

I got grumpy Saturday afternoon when the person who supposed to be in charge oft his dinner kept saying "not me" and "I don't know" and the "president put this stuff somewhere" - of course the president couldn't be bothered to show up to help set up - so my opinion is if it ain't how you want it then come here and do it yourself.

Of course whiny #2 in charge isn't a good method to take either.. just get the job done and move on...

So - Saturday night, potatoes and more potatoes - then turkey carving, clean kitchen, then bed and dead.

Sunday arise, clean up leaves left in the street, warm up potatoes and turkey, iron table cover for volunteer organization, clean me up, get warmed up stuff to lodge, help set up, talk whiny down because stuff is showing up that wasn't on her list -- who cares??   We might have too many potatoes - so what?  We always run out - this year we had leftover - BFT it's potatoes. 

I cut off the brown bag auction - 2 hours was WAY to freaking long, people were leaving, and I had had enough of me!

Clean up, done, outta there, home and DEAD - before during and after the freaking Steeler's game.

(insert long, loud, string of foul football words here....) 

Monday - the alarm went off about 15 minutes after I went to bed.  Up, morning routine, work all day, home, unload dishwasher, make dinner (warm leftovers) eat, watched my taped afternoon show, make a list, and gather my stuff and go shopping, cheap store doesn't have everything, so go to store 2, get final stuff, get to lodge, unload, get organized, things are looking good, then get practice started... now I was doing good, tired, ready to get practiced and go home... I made the crack as I opened my book to re-learn my 3 lines that I needed to "learn my part"  Head lady making sure we knew our three lines, said very snottily - "You mean you don't know your work?"

I as snarky replied "its 3 lines I'll know it before you call on me"  And I did.  Suck it lady.  So back came that annoyed attitude... and I said it again this morning, and I will on the way home, and again tomorrow.  It's three blessed lines... I got it and if I don't the world will not end.

so, yes, I will admit to being a bit bitchy during practice.  I paid attention to what I needed to know, I will do my job tomorrow night and I will do my best not to let Miss Annoyed come roaring back out.... I'm not making promises - but I'm doing my best. 

Off to email a time line to get stuff done... what joy!  

I really have to learn how to say NO! 

Election Day...

Its Tuesday in America... heaven only knows what the heck is going to happen.  Bubba is in Canada - again.

We got through his "procedure" - we were doing pretty good, until Bubba forgot what doctor he was going to - I was driving - and "we" got all turned around; there were words; we got to the doctor --finally.

It wasn't that big of a deal he was very mellow when he came out of it.  Home boy needs to be knocked out more often...

We went to lunch because for some reason Bubba was hungry.  He didn't listen to the doctor when he said eat small meals.  The rest of the day he was on the computer, I went and got my nails done.

We celebrated our anniversary Friday night with our neighbors it was an OK dinner.  Plenty wine.  Saturday saw us out for steak, it was a good night.  That was after we raked leaves and I did more filing. I know excitement are us -- are we not??

Sunday - well we are not going to discuss what happened on Sunday.  I hate purple - I'm starting to hate white jerseys with black and gold stuff...

All right, I've got some stuff to get done, so away I go to do something -- else.

Stay safe, stay calm, the sun will rise tomorrow and we'll deal with whomever we are stuck with. 

Be bery bery quiet...

We have managed to keep the hangry at bay - he's been quiet, buried in his phone and laptop.  Captain Crankypants has only poked out briefly yesterday... shhhh

We don't want to poke the bear or wake that witch Karma... so Aunt Ing is quietly sitting down stairs, and not engaging in a great deal of conversation outside of - "do you want something to drink?"

We have time to kill as his appointment isn't until 12:30 - I gave serious thought to putting in a half day at work - then said screw it and slept in.  Laze R I

Very quick hit -- staying quiet waiting for it all to begin...

Stay tuned of tailed from the waiting room -- a new prospective in my world. 

Doing something nice...

Is never appreciated by the person I married.  Bubba is having a procedure Thursday - a procedure of a delicate nature - he must fast for 24 hours and clean out his system.

Bubba - no food for 24 hours.  Life in Casa-de-Aunt-Ing will not be happy one this time tomorrow.  Stay tuned.

ANY way -- I went to the store and got darling Bubba fluids to get him through tomorrow... all he did was complain about what I bought - and the quantity. 

Kiss my grits -- see if I do something nice for you again.  My plans are to keep my nose in a book, and away from Admiral Crankypants because that is what he will be by then. Its already started, he's a lousy patient - and add hungry, angry and all the rest... oh what joy the next 24 - 36 hours will be...

Pray for us.

Short and sweet I'm off to bed... long day and longer one tomorrow.