But you may ask - Aunt Ing - when IS Bubba happy?? Oh dear friends there are days - hours - minutes of happiness... they are few and they are far between.... and this is yet another time when we won't see it.
New freezer was delivered today -- oh joy oh bliss...hauled the old one away... however before that happened... the plug behind the freezer (NEW ONE) didn't work! OMG $400 for a busted plug?? No, plugged the old one into another outlet - it no workie. Deliver guy figures when the freezer died, it took the outlet with it. And that boys and girls means we're going to have to tell Bubba that we need to call an electrician... just shoot me now.
I'll tell him when we're in Vegas and he's in a happy place - or I could just let him see the orange cord to the other outlet.
Its been a day. Up moving to work, walked into a big old mess. The boss has been MIA for the better part of August. We have government year deadlines - I've been nagging for a good week plus to address issues with said deadlines -- and they apparently handled it last night after I sent up to the powers what I had. So then I come into 4 pages of documentation, in which my boss and her red pen had had a really really good time.. then the numbers - oh heavens the numbers. I've got one set - she updated the second set and the finance people have another set. So me and the other engineer sat and tried to noodle through what we knew, where stuff was and why there were three bloody sets of numbers!
So - updated, adjusted, squished and moved around - I declared victory and left at noon. Freezer guys arrived at the early end of the delivery window - yeah? See panic with plug - see still dead freezer.
Is 2:15 in the afternoon too early to go to bed? Maybe but I may consider some (as the song goes) Day drinking -- d-day drinking... Can't do that yet - I need to run a couple of errands - then I can come home and drink to the Food Network. I should patent that - every time Guy says winner or Killer you have to drink. And you'll be seriously hammered within the first 10 minutes of every show he's got.
I digress -- and I have a list of things I should be getting done, thus far I have done 1 - freezer delivery. Oh I've done other things - not on my list, clean out the recycle bin - as apparently my mostly empty jar of molasses broke and left a big old mess I didn't notice until I went to put it back where it belonged. So back yard, soap, hose, spray spray 5 minutes in the sun and dry. Then - I look at that tomato plant of darling Bubba's it's everywhere - so I pull weeds, I tie up drooping branches and then I sit down at my computer and ... do nothing on my list.
I tried to call home - but the parental units are busy - I get that. I am not right now.
OK - off to fire off a hand full of emails to get several balls in the air. I will be busy sooner rather than later.... that boys and girls is a good thing - because life here is a bit too quiet and lonely.
Enjoy the sunshine!
Wednesday, August 23, 2017
Monday, August 21, 2017
I did it mmmmyyyyyy wwwwwaaaaayyyyyyyyy.......
With apologies to the Italian icon Frankie S. - I swear I'm going to get that on a loop for my husband.
YOU ARE NOT HERE.... I handled it.
Let me 'splain.
Saturday after a great start to my day it went spiraling down fast... up early, fed, caffeinated, off to kick-my-butt yoga class, home showered, off to go shopping. Went to the nice big, with cheap gas and good parking Costco - got gas - spent $100 on I'm not sure what... then ran to the nice, big, with good parking Wal-Mart, got some groceries, some new work out clothes (tired of wearing the same pants to every class..(plus no sales tax!) then got home, was putting everything away went to my "big" freezer in the garage... and there was a puddle... and my freezer was DEAD! Things were half frozen, and lot of stuff was mush.
Of course being the calm rational individual that I am, I began to melt down, then I got busy, cleaned out the one working freezer, anything that could saved was saved, but two trash bags full of mushy stuff later; things were stuffing in every corner of my freezer, and there are two large shopping bags full of baking supplies that can sit for a few days.
My idiot husband goes off and finds these chest freezers (versus the fridge-like on we currently have) and then tells me to wait 2 weeks for him to come home and deal with it. Um no.
THEN he has a meltdown because I a) went and bought one -smaller than what we had 2) didn't compare shop (I did - the internet is a gas saving marvel) and 3) he's now worried about his girlfriend on two wheels -- yes LuLu the motorcycle.
TWO days of arguing about this... you -- are -- not -- here. There are two large shopping bags of baking type stuff sitting on the kitchen floor. The freezer in the fridge is PACKED within an inch of it's life; it's handled. Delivery on Wednesday. With removal of the old one -- $100 in convenience fees of delivery and haul away because you -- are -- not -- here.
Then he starts - "I know you're not happy with all this; what do you want me to do quit?" No, but you said you'd be home on weekends - no not every one but it has been a month. What-evs. No I didn't handle this like you would - there would have been an argument when I discovered the freezer wasn't working; then a second one when I started throwing away stuff; and a third when I wanted to handle it that weekend and not spend my life going from store to store buying what I didn't want. I cleaned up the mess (without argument); measured the old one; (without argument); found what I wanted, yes in a smaller size (without argument); bought it and it's done. (WITH several arguments)
What I am beginning to realize is that my life is without argument - a lot - and the more he's not home and I am without argument in a daily basis - this is not healthy for the Bubba... I will get used to this. So much so if he becomes a bigger PITA I will tell him to move in with his little buddy and I'll take the house - thankyouverymuch.
OK </Vent over > whew... oh yeah Total eclipse of the sun today! Whoot it will get dark on my drive home... yeah.
YOU ARE NOT HERE.... I handled it.
Let me 'splain.
Saturday after a great start to my day it went spiraling down fast... up early, fed, caffeinated, off to kick-my-butt yoga class, home showered, off to go shopping. Went to the nice big, with cheap gas and good parking Costco - got gas - spent $100 on I'm not sure what... then ran to the nice, big, with good parking Wal-Mart, got some groceries, some new work out clothes (tired of wearing the same pants to every class..(plus no sales tax!) then got home, was putting everything away went to my "big" freezer in the garage... and there was a puddle... and my freezer was DEAD! Things were half frozen, and lot of stuff was mush.
Of course being the calm rational individual that I am, I began to melt down, then I got busy, cleaned out the one working freezer, anything that could saved was saved, but two trash bags full of mushy stuff later; things were stuffing in every corner of my freezer, and there are two large shopping bags full of baking supplies that can sit for a few days.
My idiot husband goes off and finds these chest freezers (versus the fridge-like on we currently have) and then tells me to wait 2 weeks for him to come home and deal with it. Um no.
THEN he has a meltdown because I a) went and bought one -smaller than what we had 2) didn't compare shop (I did - the internet is a gas saving marvel) and 3) he's now worried about his girlfriend on two wheels -- yes LuLu the motorcycle.
TWO days of arguing about this... you -- are -- not -- here. There are two large shopping bags of baking type stuff sitting on the kitchen floor. The freezer in the fridge is PACKED within an inch of it's life; it's handled. Delivery on Wednesday. With removal of the old one -- $100 in convenience fees of delivery and haul away because you -- are -- not -- here.
Then he starts - "I know you're not happy with all this; what do you want me to do quit?" No, but you said you'd be home on weekends - no not every one but it has been a month. What-evs. No I didn't handle this like you would - there would have been an argument when I discovered the freezer wasn't working; then a second one when I started throwing away stuff; and a third when I wanted to handle it that weekend and not spend my life going from store to store buying what I didn't want. I cleaned up the mess (without argument); measured the old one; (without argument); found what I wanted, yes in a smaller size (without argument); bought it and it's done. (WITH several arguments)
What I am beginning to realize is that my life is without argument - a lot - and the more he's not home and I am without argument in a daily basis - this is not healthy for the Bubba... I will get used to this. So much so if he becomes a bigger PITA I will tell him to move in with his little buddy and I'll take the house - thankyouverymuch.
OK </Vent over > whew... oh yeah Total eclipse of the sun today! Whoot it will get dark on my drive home... yeah.
Thursday, August 10, 2017
I apparently need to chat to someone...
This has been a long week for not other reason than its just freakin' Thursday and I think this week should be over and done by now! But alas it's still morning on Thursday and the day is yawning ahead of me without much enthusiasm for the tasks at hand.
I know part of the problem is the other chick on the team has been gone for 2 weeks, and the boys club is hard to break into. They are in the office next door chatting and here I sit. Oh sure I could wander over... but that would take energy I don't have.
I recognize this mood - I hate it - it's bla mixed with I don't wanna mixed with hormones that should be suppressed into submission by now - or maybe it's the lack of said hormones that are causing all of this... I'm going to yoga class tonight. I need something to distract me; plus I always feel better when I do.
*sigh*
I signed up for yoga class, answered an email and made more caffeine. This too shall pass. Last night's excitement was a clean car... and its supposed to rain on Friday. Go figure but the dust bunnies were starting to talk to me in my car and I figured it was time. Plus we usually take my car to the beach so its a good time to get the crap out and get ready for the next layer of dust and sand. I-R-Smart like that.
Found my ice scraper and my small purple umbrella so I got that going for me. Which is nice. (name that 80's golf movie)
I made granola on Tuesday, baked a cake for the interns going away lunch last night, will finish that tonight as it's dump cool-whip on top add crushed oreos and move on with your day. SO glad I remembered that cake while shopping this week. Nice and easy. I bagged up left over cookies and some granola for my carpool buddy. He goes into the hospital for a month! next week, and I figured that would be a nice thing to do.
I had Taco Bell for dinner last night -- I hate to say it seriously hit the spot. After two visits to the chicken place with my sister and all the left overs -- it was time for something else. My fridge is empty - I'm not shopping and I am certainly not cooking. I have not idea what I'm doing tonight. There is a fried chicken place near yoga -- urp. Or maybe not... trust me it will be a mood thing.
I also think I might do a bit of shopping get some fruit and include the granola for a friend who's out of the hospital. Make a nice basket with a card.
Why yes I am trying to to rack up extra karma points -- I figure I'm going to need them - sooner or later. Plus I drive the DC beltway daily - a little extra something-something can't hurt. amIright?
All right enough naval gazing...off to finish another work project then stare at the walls for a while.
later...
I know part of the problem is the other chick on the team has been gone for 2 weeks, and the boys club is hard to break into. They are in the office next door chatting and here I sit. Oh sure I could wander over... but that would take energy I don't have.
I recognize this mood - I hate it - it's bla mixed with I don't wanna mixed with hormones that should be suppressed into submission by now - or maybe it's the lack of said hormones that are causing all of this... I'm going to yoga class tonight. I need something to distract me; plus I always feel better when I do.
*sigh*
I signed up for yoga class, answered an email and made more caffeine. This too shall pass. Last night's excitement was a clean car... and its supposed to rain on Friday. Go figure but the dust bunnies were starting to talk to me in my car and I figured it was time. Plus we usually take my car to the beach so its a good time to get the crap out and get ready for the next layer of dust and sand. I-R-Smart like that.
Found my ice scraper and my small purple umbrella so I got that going for me. Which is nice. (name that 80's golf movie)
I made granola on Tuesday, baked a cake for the interns going away lunch last night, will finish that tonight as it's dump cool-whip on top add crushed oreos and move on with your day. SO glad I remembered that cake while shopping this week. Nice and easy. I bagged up left over cookies and some granola for my carpool buddy. He goes into the hospital for a month! next week, and I figured that would be a nice thing to do.
I had Taco Bell for dinner last night -- I hate to say it seriously hit the spot. After two visits to the chicken place with my sister and all the left overs -- it was time for something else. My fridge is empty - I'm not shopping and I am certainly not cooking. I have not idea what I'm doing tonight. There is a fried chicken place near yoga -- urp. Or maybe not... trust me it will be a mood thing.
I also think I might do a bit of shopping get some fruit and include the granola for a friend who's out of the hospital. Make a nice basket with a card.
Why yes I am trying to to rack up extra karma points -- I figure I'm going to need them - sooner or later. Plus I drive the DC beltway daily - a little extra something-something can't hurt. amIright?
All right enough naval gazing...off to finish another work project then stare at the walls for a while.
later...
Wednesday, August 9, 2017
Shortly is apparently 6 months ....
I wrote a blog in January never posted - so I did... because I thought it was funny that I said I'd be back shortly and that was January 24th.
And here we are August 9th.
I'd like to say that life has been a fabulous world-wind of an adventure and that is why I haven't posted... but it more like life got in the way the whole working for a living thing and when Bubba is home and I'm typing he starts asking questions.
So! What's been happening these past 6 months... well we added another niece to the family in February... Avery. I haven't met her yet. March was March and busy and stuff.
April and May were busy - I went home to see my sister's daughter get her first holy communion. That was interesting only in the fact that we got to church early and sat around, then went to the school and didn't get cake, then went to dinner and enjoy the hockey game on my brother's cell phone. Bubba was in Vegas. Whoops.
June -- June things really hit the fan in a fascinating way. Bubba having been a complete miserable human to live with due to his hate and loathing of his job... finally got a way out. Not that his wife telling him to freaking quit before she murdered him in his sleep... got anywhere...
So! Friend from previous job called - offered 6 month consulting gig --- IN PITTSBURGH, PA. Yep you read that right. So --- hem, haw, hem, haw lots of back and forth for several days - discussion of living arrangements and low and behold - Bubba quits hated job and starts a new one in Western Pa. The fun part is he's living with my parental units since July 3rd. They tell me it's going well as they never see the man. Probably the best of all outcomes.
I brought up the blog because I wanted to start a series called "Living without Bubba" or home alone and those adventures.... I'll get to those. :-)
so June Bubba quits his job - we take a mini-vacation - I go to a planned and paid for Rainbow Event and Bubba got to spend 4 quality days alone with his family. The revelations were AMAZING. The stuff I have known about for YEARS... come as a great surprise to him. No wife-y filter so he had to hear it all where I had this knowledge already. It was fun to watch.
So, I saw where he's working in dawn-tawn Picksburgh - he's right in the food mecca of the Strip District. Yes - he's a happy boy. He started July 5th. He's been home once.
Now granted July 15th was my big birthday blowout - he came home two weeks later -- and that has pretty much been it. I have mixed feelings on this - one weekend I was very productive and things were groovy - subsequent weekends - not so groovy. coupled with the fact he's calling with trips to Heinz Field and going here there and everywhere while I sit home - started to seriously piss me off. I think he got the message he's calling more often and less chat about fun times. August is another busy month, with the beach trip and a trip to Vegas with my in-laws planned - should make for a couple of interesting stories.
We are living separately; in what I am calling the 6 month holding pattern as no formal word on full time employment in PA has been discussed. I have searched the job web sites; a little scary as my skills are very specialized to the current gov industry that employs me. I am talking to my company - maybe just maybe we'll find something there.
I will be honest I am of two camps; would love to head home, would make holidays and events easier and be closer to family without that 4 hour drive and invasion. However, I am the cool Aunt who lives in DC can take you to cool places and is a good stopping place from the beach. I also consider the Rainbow commitments I have made - it will be hard to walk away from the girls who needs me to see her up the chain. But if this comes to pass - we will pack up and make it happen. Bridges to cross when we get there. No sense borrowing trouble.
So! stay tuned I have several stories of "life without Bubba we'll see about getting those posted in a more timely manner than every 6 months.
And here we are August 9th.
I'd like to say that life has been a fabulous world-wind of an adventure and that is why I haven't posted... but it more like life got in the way the whole working for a living thing and when Bubba is home and I'm typing he starts asking questions.
So! What's been happening these past 6 months... well we added another niece to the family in February... Avery. I haven't met her yet. March was March and busy and stuff.
April and May were busy - I went home to see my sister's daughter get her first holy communion. That was interesting only in the fact that we got to church early and sat around, then went to the school and didn't get cake, then went to dinner and enjoy the hockey game on my brother's cell phone. Bubba was in Vegas. Whoops.
June -- June things really hit the fan in a fascinating way. Bubba having been a complete miserable human to live with due to his hate and loathing of his job... finally got a way out. Not that his wife telling him to freaking quit before she murdered him in his sleep... got anywhere...
So! Friend from previous job called - offered 6 month consulting gig --- IN PITTSBURGH, PA. Yep you read that right. So --- hem, haw, hem, haw lots of back and forth for several days - discussion of living arrangements and low and behold - Bubba quits hated job and starts a new one in Western Pa. The fun part is he's living with my parental units since July 3rd. They tell me it's going well as they never see the man. Probably the best of all outcomes.
I brought up the blog because I wanted to start a series called "Living without Bubba" or home alone and those adventures.... I'll get to those. :-)
so June Bubba quits his job - we take a mini-vacation - I go to a planned and paid for Rainbow Event and Bubba got to spend 4 quality days alone with his family. The revelations were AMAZING. The stuff I have known about for YEARS... come as a great surprise to him. No wife-y filter so he had to hear it all where I had this knowledge already. It was fun to watch.
So, I saw where he's working in dawn-tawn Picksburgh - he's right in the food mecca of the Strip District. Yes - he's a happy boy. He started July 5th. He's been home once.
Now granted July 15th was my big birthday blowout - he came home two weeks later -- and that has pretty much been it. I have mixed feelings on this - one weekend I was very productive and things were groovy - subsequent weekends - not so groovy. coupled with the fact he's calling with trips to Heinz Field and going here there and everywhere while I sit home - started to seriously piss me off. I think he got the message he's calling more often and less chat about fun times. August is another busy month, with the beach trip and a trip to Vegas with my in-laws planned - should make for a couple of interesting stories.
We are living separately; in what I am calling the 6 month holding pattern as no formal word on full time employment in PA has been discussed. I have searched the job web sites; a little scary as my skills are very specialized to the current gov industry that employs me. I am talking to my company - maybe just maybe we'll find something there.
I will be honest I am of two camps; would love to head home, would make holidays and events easier and be closer to family without that 4 hour drive and invasion. However, I am the cool Aunt who lives in DC can take you to cool places and is a good stopping place from the beach. I also consider the Rainbow commitments I have made - it will be hard to walk away from the girls who needs me to see her up the chain. But if this comes to pass - we will pack up and make it happen. Bridges to cross when we get there. No sense borrowing trouble.
So! stay tuned I have several stories of "life without Bubba we'll see about getting those posted in a more timely manner than every 6 months.
Poof! there went January... and most of February
Holy smokes and other statements of amazement.... we have certainly kicked of 2017 with a bang, whimper and OMG when will I learn???!?
The first week of the year was super-fab... I went to work one day then took the rest of the week off. I drove home to PA, went to a play with my Dad...
Let me pause in the recounting of my month to talk about this for a minute... Rocky Bleier my father's hero, one of the Steelers of the 70's, has his own play about his pretty remarkable life. Mom got him tickets for Christmas then asked me to come home and go with him. I was thrilled but also had mixed emotions - didn't Mom want to share this experience with him? She apparently did but didn't say anything... (insert noogie here - Ida!)
But OMG did I enjoy that time with my Dad. We share football, we share Steelers and we share that piece of history - yes I'm that old. and now I have this memory that I will share with him forever. Unlike my brother and sister I couldn't give them grandchildren to yell at and fret over, we share football, and Mom and I share gossip. I realized I'm a weirdo in the fact that I am close to my parents, but they are now fun people - and we're friends with that family bond. No growing up we were friends I was their underling in a vast right wing conspiracy to make my life as miserable as possible while attempting to grow into a functioning adult. They mostly succeeded.
Moving on, Thursday saw a trip north to daughter #2 of my brother, returned clothes got caught in a yucky, slippy snow storm got home, and I made dinner for the folks. Made it a bit too spicy. Whoops.
Friday saw me up and out the door early, I surprised my sister's daughter at school. It was interesting to say the least. But I enjoyed it. Not something I will get to do again any time soon. That whole working for a living thing.
Saturday was another busy day in that saw my father officially be appointed to be big-high muckity-muck of his group of drunken old men -- in 8 years. Heaven help us all. It should be an interesting ride.
when the speeches got rolling I took the nieces to the movies, fed them full of popcorn and junk, then let them on this oober jungle gym/zip line/ indoor play park for the better part of an hour...and then some -- then took them back to Nana's where they all declared... "I'm hungry" Did I mention multiple offers of food?? My sister says its the air at Nana's - you're not hungry but then you are. Go figure...
Sunday saw me heading north again, to a baby shower - the one event on heaven's good earth I have vowed never to attend again. But - you do for one you do for another -- and there I was. I got up to the Mother-in-law's early thinking I would help set up to the good aunt thing... they had the decorations done, but they had two LARGE containers of veggies, my niece's children were there -- did she bring toys and things for these kids to occupy themselves and not cause a rukus?? Of course not.
So, the party got rolling - sort of then stalled as she started one game, then we sat around looking at each other while we were waiting for people to show up. I in my way told my niece it would be super great to allow people to eat while we are waiting for people who can't show up on time. I of course took over, while my Mother-in-law says that no one will say anything I KNOW my nieces will have something to say about it out of ear shot.
Back with more details shortly....
The first week of the year was super-fab... I went to work one day then took the rest of the week off. I drove home to PA, went to a play with my Dad...
Let me pause in the recounting of my month to talk about this for a minute... Rocky Bleier my father's hero, one of the Steelers of the 70's, has his own play about his pretty remarkable life. Mom got him tickets for Christmas then asked me to come home and go with him. I was thrilled but also had mixed emotions - didn't Mom want to share this experience with him? She apparently did but didn't say anything... (insert noogie here - Ida!)
But OMG did I enjoy that time with my Dad. We share football, we share Steelers and we share that piece of history - yes I'm that old. and now I have this memory that I will share with him forever. Unlike my brother and sister I couldn't give them grandchildren to yell at and fret over, we share football, and Mom and I share gossip. I realized I'm a weirdo in the fact that I am close to my parents, but they are now fun people - and we're friends with that family bond. No growing up we were friends I was their underling in a vast right wing conspiracy to make my life as miserable as possible while attempting to grow into a functioning adult. They mostly succeeded.
Moving on, Thursday saw a trip north to daughter #2 of my brother, returned clothes got caught in a yucky, slippy snow storm got home, and I made dinner for the folks. Made it a bit too spicy. Whoops.
Friday saw me up and out the door early, I surprised my sister's daughter at school. It was interesting to say the least. But I enjoyed it. Not something I will get to do again any time soon. That whole working for a living thing.
Saturday was another busy day in that saw my father officially be appointed to be big-high muckity-muck of his group of drunken old men -- in 8 years. Heaven help us all. It should be an interesting ride.
when the speeches got rolling I took the nieces to the movies, fed them full of popcorn and junk, then let them on this oober jungle gym/zip line/ indoor play park for the better part of an hour...and then some -- then took them back to Nana's where they all declared... "I'm hungry" Did I mention multiple offers of food?? My sister says its the air at Nana's - you're not hungry but then you are. Go figure...
Sunday saw me heading north again, to a baby shower - the one event on heaven's good earth I have vowed never to attend again. But - you do for one you do for another -- and there I was. I got up to the Mother-in-law's early thinking I would help set up to the good aunt thing... they had the decorations done, but they had two LARGE containers of veggies, my niece's children were there -- did she bring toys and things for these kids to occupy themselves and not cause a rukus?? Of course not.
So, the party got rolling - sort of then stalled as she started one game, then we sat around looking at each other while we were waiting for people to show up. I in my way told my niece it would be super great to allow people to eat while we are waiting for people who can't show up on time. I of course took over, while my Mother-in-law says that no one will say anything I KNOW my nieces will have something to say about it out of ear shot.
Back with more details shortly....
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