You are not going to start my day this way....

My darling husband just called me - at work.  He's had a light week, he's rested, it was a nice Christmas the man was darn near happy -- then came Friday December 30 at 9 AM.

He called - I'm at work, I have an office mate, who is also working today, the bug that crawled up my beloved's neather regions and laid a stink?  Apparently he couldn't put his gym bag down on my dining room table before he left the house today because there is "crap every where".

Yes, you read that right.  And when I asked why are you putting your gross gym bag on my dining room table was met with more anger and more name calling and just more of the "about to bust a blood vessel" anger than we've seen in a while. I refused to engage in his rant and respond in kind because well  - I'm at work - with an office mate sitting right here and I'm not going to engage in that level of explosive temper that I felt bubbling, in front of witnesses.

Aunt Ing ain't stupid.

So, he ranted, I explained - work - office - not now - you idiot - yes, of course we'll talk later... I think I'll make a list.  What I did in December and what you did in December.  His list is easy - went to work, came home sat on his ass...

Aunt Ing, went to work, came home, baked, wrapped, organized, paid bills, cooked, cleaned made sure everyone was paid, including tips for folks who keep life living, oh yeah, wrote cards, mailed them, tended to other small details.  so now because I didn't take Tuesday off to end to things like I had originally planned there are cookie tins and other crap on the table I haven't dealt with yet.  I too, have taken this easy week to sit back and not do a great deal, you know except cook dinners, do dishes, tend to a girls' group thing, and plan for things to get done this weekend before I leave his happy ass for a week and not think twice about it.

And breathing - in and out - in and out - we're blogging - we enjoying the quiet of the day - we're going to get our nails done, then we will go home and deal with life.

I know what the problem is - he's got a massage tonight and she's coming to the house.  Watch me care.

I will point out when I get home after a week away that the sink is full of dirty dishes and I will assure you when I leave Tuesday morning the dishes will be done, the dishwasher will be empty or mostly so with dirty dishes and ready to be filled.  But somehow the ability to put a dish in said dishwasher is way beyond the computational abilities of one said spousal unit.

And everyone wonders why I'm not that excited that Bubba won't be traveling much any more... life is peaceful when Mount Eruptus-Idiotous isn't home much.  If something gets left for a day or three it gets left and dealt with when I deal with it.  And make no mistake --  it is I who deals with all of life's moments.  My husband goes to work comes home and finds something to complain about.  I ignore it and move on with my day.  And blog - where he and my blabby relatives can't find it.  

He's still bitching to me about the old one - which is mostly deleted.  Oh I have back ups... I need to organize those, get them on a stick.

I know he's suspicions of that gmail account I have - piss off.  I am allowed a piece of my own life. We share a freaking email - deal with it.  And you keep it up more and more will go elsewhere and you won't know jack. 

Not feeling 100% but better - I have things to complete work wise before I bug out early and for another week - Good karma for a new year means I cannot murder my spousal unit.  A new fancy purse only buys so much good will... another pissy rant like today and you'll get beaten with said purse - full of large heavy metal things I will use to bury your whiny behind.  

Not quite 100% yet -- getting there.

Happy New Year Y'all.

....What just happened?!?

Today is December 19th - where did this month go??  Let's see, Thanksgiving, home, work, Bubba gone, Bubba back, and stayed - another successful trip home.. more going to work, more stuff... more, more, more (how'da like it how'da like it?) more, more more....

Sorry - didn't mean to drift into disco.  So, since last we spoke, its been busy to say the least.  Shopping for gifts, wrapping gifts, filling out and mailing cards - apparently I had some kind of brain fart and mailed 2 cards to one person, and pulled out duplicated for several others -- at least I caught those... I'm a dork.

Anyway - I made cookies before I left for PA because I had a ladies group cookie exchange that Monday.  Made it home, and it was a very good weekend; oh a little stress but all went well in the end and that's what counts.

So Monday saw the Ladies' group meeting, then wrapping gifts, and cards, and laundry and life and cooking and working - and then this past weekend... I baked.  Heaven help me I baked.  Friday, Saturday, and most of Sunday.  I did manage to clean up my kitchen almost every night -within limits, and tonight is the final push as the nice lady who cleans my house comes tomorrow and I want this mess done and outta here!  Did I mention the egg nog?  Yep got that done too...

My feet and back ached - I needed to come back to work so I could sit on my lazy be-hind.

I still have a hand full of things to get done tonight, and I'm already re-arranging things to do Thursday morning before we head off to PA.

Up side, short week this week, next week and the week after that -- now lets toss in another trip home to PA (baby shower - more later) and now a request to cook a meal for 60 the Thursday after that last trip home.  Cripes I'm tired already.   Another up side is boss is gone this week, so life will be quiet, and next week folks will be gone, a quiet week, so I will bask in the slow... post Christmas until then its GO GO GO GO BABY!!!

I need a nap.

Oh yeah did I mention the girls' group stuff due at the end of the year???  I'll deal with that post 12/25.  And post nap.  Or as I usually say - I'll sleep when I'm dead. 

Welcome to December...

Thanksgiving - was Thanksgiving... family, family and more family and I still can't get it right.

I hate the fact that it is catch as catch can with my sister in law - no tables, no sharing and she sent her own husband out of the house to go shopping without getting dinner!!  Who does that??

My idiot husband HAD to go to Toy R Us Thursday night for no good reason - we had all darn weekend to shop -it's a holiday!!  Frankly I think he wanted out of the house.

I wasn't overly thrilled with my family either -- the girls had less than no interest in gingerbread houses - the boyfriend of my eldest niece was -- unique.

My husband spent half the weekend in perpetual pissed of and what a joy that was. I for the most part ignored him.  What what is his issue to get shopping done the Friday after Thanksgiving.  There was nothing that was on sale that we needed.  I hadn't exchanged names with my family - we wont' see his family as heaven forbid they change anything... so we aren't there Christmas Eve - you both last year and my Christmas sucked.

Last night I had my once a month meeting in  DC - as usual is was an awful commute, it was a long meeting - but the leak in my sundae glass was my darling husband calling before the meeting to ball me out about me spending money...  Oh - whoa unto - me... I bought the bracelet my eldest niece asked for - that I discussed with him on the way home from Thanksgiving.  And then I bought tickets for an event my mother, my sister and I wanted to attend... they are paying for their tickets.  I which I had remembered that more money went to Vegas then came home... I always think of those things later.  But every time I mention that it's "no it doesn't".

Makes me nuts.. and apparently my face shows it so when I returned from my phone call I was asked if everything was all right.

I firmly believe that my schedule of me leaving at 0-dark-early is he can't start my day with whatever bitchy whiny thing that crawled up his butt in the night.  And with him traveling so much I can put the phone on speaker and listen with half an eye to whatever blatherings he's grumping about then...

I am sure when I pick him up tonight I will get another blast of "you spend all our money".  Considering my mood - I may just leave him there.

All right I'm off to enjoy some girl time to counter act Bubba time later...

Stay warm - fight for that bargain and "ho -- ho --- ho  You'll shoot you're eye out kid!"