For a Monday, the little darlings are back to school today, traffic wasn't horrible, and things just kinda flowed... I hate to type that for fear of poking the eye of fate that likes to tap dance on the 'let's poop on Aunt Ing' button.
Of course we haven't had the dreaded (insert minor chords here) Monday morning staff meeting. No good comes from Staff Meetings.... unless there is doughnuts but rarely are there doughnuts.
On the upside - thank you NFL Network for replying preseason games, got to see my Steelers play a good game against the Bills. Looking better than the did here in Washington - you boys better learn to play in the rain - after all you do play in Pittsburgh PA - and mostly in winter. The words "good" and "weather" are not used often, together in winter - in Pittsburgh. Unless of course the Steelers are playing a "dome" team and we are all praying for snow, wind and muck just to screw with those pampered pups. ;-) Yeah it's terminal I'm a yinzer. It also helps with the mood - Steelers won. Makes Aunt Ing very happy.
The Aunt "ing" my elder two nieces started that, my theory is that the adult in-laws said a shortened version of my name and they 'kid-ized' it and it has become Aunt Ing. It's stuck. Now the younger ones are started to use it - it's Ok makes me special - and I am special! Just a bit of ego there...
Short one today... don't startle Murphy he might wake up and decide to mess with my day... of course he does live for staff meetings...
Just noticed no bus drop off drama - he wanted to chat - we've talked about this-- basic information only - time home, important issues like I want X for dinner and whether or not I have to pick up your lily white fanny. Anything else including the asinine suggestion I "run" at lunch is not welcome nor wanted. You want to run - run to the bus stop big boy because the duct tape is in my car; don't tempt me.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Thanks Mom...
I have to be the only married woman in America who gets, "Your mom didn't make it like this - it has something else in it." Yes darling Bubba did comment that I didn't make something like MY mother did... yeesh. My mother is a wonderful cook - I am not. I will readily admit Bubba was sucked in and just a bit tricked when we were dating...
He sampled my mother's mother's cooking and my mother's cooking - he looked at me and thought - HEY! Sucker. I don't cook as well as they do I probably never will. I wasn't the girl in the kitchen with Mama and Grandmama... no I was reading a book or watching football with dad. Bubba had hopes for some genetic memory cooking gene... nope sorry the sister got that one. Along with the height and the dark brown hair, you got short, straight and mousy brown - but I can fix your computer and hide things within it that you will never find... ha ha ha ...
This morning he decides that with the leftover steak from earlier in the week he wants steak hash and eggs like my mom makes. No problem, easy enough cut steak add the onions... wha la. Only not 1) didn't chop it up small enough (seriously?) 2) didn't add the mystery 'Nana' spice to it and 3) didn't stir in the cheese in the eggs - I just dumped it on top.
Husband - dear heart 1) chew and swallow you've been doing that for a while now... 2) salt and pepper are spices it's breakfast deal with it; plus you drown it all in hot sauce anyway and 3) you cook it next time. (and we'll all be ice skating in hell when that happens)
Vent over.
Now off to meet with the ladies for ideas for raising money for good deeds and operating expenses. Good thing someone called for a ride because I had forgotten all about it... whoops.
Oh and house 9/10's back together, now to hear from the decorator and it all done... along with a few new touches... shhhh we just bring them into the house no need to discuss additional expenses... We'll keep Bubba busy and he won't notice - until they are on the walls. ;-)
Enjoy your Sunday because too soon we will have to face Monday.
He sampled my mother's mother's cooking and my mother's cooking - he looked at me and thought - HEY! Sucker. I don't cook as well as they do I probably never will. I wasn't the girl in the kitchen with Mama and Grandmama... no I was reading a book or watching football with dad. Bubba had hopes for some genetic memory cooking gene... nope sorry the sister got that one. Along with the height and the dark brown hair, you got short, straight and mousy brown - but I can fix your computer and hide things within it that you will never find... ha ha ha ...
This morning he decides that with the leftover steak from earlier in the week he wants steak hash and eggs like my mom makes. No problem, easy enough cut steak add the onions... wha la. Only not 1) didn't chop it up small enough (seriously?) 2) didn't add the mystery 'Nana' spice to it and 3) didn't stir in the cheese in the eggs - I just dumped it on top.
Husband - dear heart 1) chew and swallow you've been doing that for a while now... 2) salt and pepper are spices it's breakfast deal with it; plus you drown it all in hot sauce anyway and 3) you cook it next time. (and we'll all be ice skating in hell when that happens)
Vent over.
Now off to meet with the ladies for ideas for raising money for good deeds and operating expenses. Good thing someone called for a ride because I had forgotten all about it... whoops.
Oh and house 9/10's back together, now to hear from the decorator and it all done... along with a few new touches... shhhh we just bring them into the house no need to discuss additional expenses... We'll keep Bubba busy and he won't notice - until they are on the walls. ;-)
Enjoy your Sunday because too soon we will have to face Monday.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
OMG I married Sally....
No, Bubba is still a guy but to anyone who remembers the movie "When Harry Met Sally" will remember how long it took the Sally character to order anything - welcome to my world. It came to me this morning when Bubba I were at a local deli; place is busy waitress is running... I order, 2 eggs, sausage patty, plain bagel... all the information she needed no fuss no muss... now we get to Sally aka Bubba... which is better this or this? Both hummm, Is the soup good? Don't like mushroom... ah OK I'll have this sandwich.. waitress then asks which kind of bread.. white, wheat or rye - Bubba says Sourdough. She smiles at him - I know that smile she's mentally slapping the smirk off of him - "no sweetie white, wheat or rye" (insert jeopardy music here) finally "white"
Then she mistakenly asks for a drink order... 30 seconds later he comes up with "water". Yes boys and girls and creatures of all manner I did marry the whitest man in America. Thank you contest over (you should see him dance-- and we're done).
They were busy - make up your freaking mind and move on... it's fine to ask questions when you go to the nicer restaurants but the local Jewish deli with the Koren manager and a mostly Hispanic staff... read the menu and order something... yeesh. I have sat across from the table while some poor waitress has had to rattle off soft drink options, salad dressing options and the daily specials twice... I always over tip those poor people they should have some kind of medal for folks who must wait on my husband. Life some days is hard enough why would you complicate something as simple as ordering lunch? Its a wonder I don't drink more than I do...
On another note, we have the bedrooms pretty much put back together after the painting... the living room is 1/2 done as it won't be complete until the decorator comes in to finish the job. The kitchen is my last challenge for today and I'll get to it... sooner or later. ;-)
Today's controversy is the living room paint job... the darker color looks great I am very happy - Bubba as you can imagine has an issue... the man was born with an issue... I digress... The painters painted my trim bright white - it looked awful. I had told the man who did the estimate the trim should match the walls... they made it match the walls. One problem I will fix Monday they also painted the windows... no they should have remained white... didn't catch that fast enough. Will call Monday - I will deal with it...
Any whoooo we are well into today and he's still bitching about the color so finally I said "I DIDN'T LIKE IT - I LIKE THIS DEAL WITH IT" in only the most calm and soothing tones one can use while yelling like a fish monger's wife. He had his opportunity to provide input during the 'design' phase of our project now that we are into 'implement' sit down shut up and deal with it... white trim looked awful they fixed it - I am happy that is what counts. And I wonder why it took over a decade to change something in this house... the stress just isn't worth it.
Well he called and is off to the Home Depot in search of wall paper glue to fix a few peeling edges... he should be home some time Sunday afternoon. Maybe later on a slow day I will detail Bubba shopping-- you'll enjoy that one.
Then she mistakenly asks for a drink order... 30 seconds later he comes up with "water". Yes boys and girls and creatures of all manner I did marry the whitest man in America. Thank you contest over (you should see him dance-- and we're done).
They were busy - make up your freaking mind and move on... it's fine to ask questions when you go to the nicer restaurants but the local Jewish deli with the Koren manager and a mostly Hispanic staff... read the menu and order something... yeesh. I have sat across from the table while some poor waitress has had to rattle off soft drink options, salad dressing options and the daily specials twice... I always over tip those poor people they should have some kind of medal for folks who must wait on my husband. Life some days is hard enough why would you complicate something as simple as ordering lunch? Its a wonder I don't drink more than I do...
On another note, we have the bedrooms pretty much put back together after the painting... the living room is 1/2 done as it won't be complete until the decorator comes in to finish the job. The kitchen is my last challenge for today and I'll get to it... sooner or later. ;-)
Today's controversy is the living room paint job... the darker color looks great I am very happy - Bubba as you can imagine has an issue... the man was born with an issue... I digress... The painters painted my trim bright white - it looked awful. I had told the man who did the estimate the trim should match the walls... they made it match the walls. One problem I will fix Monday they also painted the windows... no they should have remained white... didn't catch that fast enough. Will call Monday - I will deal with it...
Any whoooo we are well into today and he's still bitching about the color so finally I said "I DIDN'T LIKE IT - I LIKE THIS DEAL WITH IT" in only the most calm and soothing tones one can use while yelling like a fish monger's wife. He had his opportunity to provide input during the 'design' phase of our project now that we are into 'implement' sit down shut up and deal with it... white trim looked awful they fixed it - I am happy that is what counts. And I wonder why it took over a decade to change something in this house... the stress just isn't worth it.
Well he called and is off to the Home Depot in search of wall paper glue to fix a few peeling edges... he should be home some time Sunday afternoon. Maybe later on a slow day I will detail Bubba shopping-- you'll enjoy that one.
Friday, August 28, 2009
And its Friday....
Thank the stars, the gods and what ever other force is working to muck up my life on a continuing and regular basis. Now usually weekends are a good thing, no commute, no staring at a computer screen... but this weekend I have to find my house again. With any luck Bubba will have to work and I can do it alone. Oh he will still have to move the big heavy furniture but the small stuff is all mine.
I realized last night I've got a bug - I want new things in the kitchen I saw a picture frame thing I want and know where to hang it - I want to do something with my third bedroom now that it will never be a nursery.... I actually said that out loud. Whew. On a chuckle note if I mention any of this to my darling Bubba we could all watch the steam come out of his ears and his head spin around a few times - won't that be fun? LOL That's OK I'll do a few things at a time, new containers for the kitchen, Mom said she'd make me new curtains...I need to clean up the downstairs as well, then hang that new picture frame... fun fun fun
Bubba managed to get home at 8:30 last night, and when he did his reaction to the new paint job... um yeah, that's dark (living room) -- did they paint in here? (kitchen) At least he managed to say "I like this" to the small color change in the bedroom. I guess I'll take what I can get. ;-) Me? Like I said I've got the bug now - I can't wait for the new window treatments to show up and things to be tended to and I'm telling you all I've got an itch... he he he... Mama needs a bonus - oh I'll go play the Mega Millions darn thing is up to 300 plus million. (Yeah yeah another $5 bucks to the MD whatever thing the lottery pays for) I don't know in Maryland... too funny. In PA its for old people- my own state... I have no clue. Does it matter? No.
No bus stop drama this AM as when we pulled out - there were the painters, so Bubba took his own car to work -- or the bus stop-- where ever I didn't have to take him. We should try this more often... (evil giggle).
So I had the fleeting thought to cook something in my 'new' kitchen tonight then bagged that idea. We'll order in and I'll think about it this weekend... maybe. Only if I get my new containers and make a curtains decisions. :-D
Totally boring work day which are frankly worse when you're home because you can't just wander to the next office and kill 45 minutes chatting to your co workers... the dogs aren't really great conversationalists; Hound dog tends to nod off and Daddy's mutt dominates the conversation.. chatty bitch. ;-)
So I have a feeling I may check in later today but right now it's looking hazy, hot humid with a flood watch and not a great deal else....
OH - figured out the glass in the sink thing of the morning - he takes his vitamins in the AM - he used to swallow them dry, gag like a dog who's eaten too fast then swallow. So now he uses water like a normal person and puts the glass in the sink... two swallows of water and I have to wash the glass... not a murdering offense but he will have to flogged just because. True love that is what that is boys and girls - true love.
But the dirty glass ghost was more fun wasn't it? And I'm still not convinced he doesn't have a dirty glass stash for other occasions....
I realized last night I've got a bug - I want new things in the kitchen I saw a picture frame thing I want and know where to hang it - I want to do something with my third bedroom now that it will never be a nursery.... I actually said that out loud. Whew. On a chuckle note if I mention any of this to my darling Bubba we could all watch the steam come out of his ears and his head spin around a few times - won't that be fun? LOL That's OK I'll do a few things at a time, new containers for the kitchen, Mom said she'd make me new curtains...I need to clean up the downstairs as well, then hang that new picture frame... fun fun fun
Bubba managed to get home at 8:30 last night, and when he did his reaction to the new paint job... um yeah, that's dark (living room) -- did they paint in here? (kitchen) At least he managed to say "I like this" to the small color change in the bedroom. I guess I'll take what I can get. ;-) Me? Like I said I've got the bug now - I can't wait for the new window treatments to show up and things to be tended to and I'm telling you all I've got an itch... he he he... Mama needs a bonus - oh I'll go play the Mega Millions darn thing is up to 300 plus million. (Yeah yeah another $5 bucks to the MD whatever thing the lottery pays for) I don't know in Maryland... too funny. In PA its for old people- my own state... I have no clue. Does it matter? No.
No bus stop drama this AM as when we pulled out - there were the painters, so Bubba took his own car to work -- or the bus stop-- where ever I didn't have to take him. We should try this more often... (evil giggle).
So I had the fleeting thought to cook something in my 'new' kitchen tonight then bagged that idea. We'll order in and I'll think about it this weekend... maybe. Only if I get my new containers and make a curtains decisions. :-D
Totally boring work day which are frankly worse when you're home because you can't just wander to the next office and kill 45 minutes chatting to your co workers... the dogs aren't really great conversationalists; Hound dog tends to nod off and Daddy's mutt dominates the conversation.. chatty bitch. ;-)
So I have a feeling I may check in later today but right now it's looking hazy, hot humid with a flood watch and not a great deal else....
OH - figured out the glass in the sink thing of the morning - he takes his vitamins in the AM - he used to swallow them dry, gag like a dog who's eaten too fast then swallow. So now he uses water like a normal person and puts the glass in the sink... two swallows of water and I have to wash the glass... not a murdering offense but he will have to flogged just because. True love that is what that is boys and girls - true love.
But the dirty glass ghost was more fun wasn't it? And I'm still not convinced he doesn't have a dirty glass stash for other occasions....
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Budget? HA HA HA...
I started this home re-do in June Bubba in his way stated, "the budget is X" I was going well until the decorator went insane and spent it all - and said the painters would cost only 1/8th of what it really is costing me to have these people here... she might want to check up on that a bit more often. And I won't mention the guy she recommended came back with the most expensive estimate...
Now we have the email estimate back for the Lladro hospital... $400 including shipping. I made the mistake of forwarding the email to Bubba... sorry co-workers he's going to be in a prissy snit for the rest of the day. Better you than me. They documented a whoops I didn't see on the statue so that was $80 for something unexpected. when this things returns to us you can bet your sweet bippy I WON'T be touching the darn thing. Frankly I'm beginning to think it cursed. Maybe its the dirty glass ghost - he's making Bubba nuts with this statue and me with the drinking glasses... they will write horror stories about the crazy couple in Germantown who killed each other with plastic drinking glasses and broken lladro's statues.
So with the repair, the painters and all the rest that budget line has gone whizzing by... did you hear the whoosh? I did -- it sounds like peanut butter and jelly long into the distant future. Hey we're still working and I could stand to live off the fat of the land for a good month. ;-)
On an up note... the paint job looks FABULOUS! At least the living room does I can't wait to get it all finished... and get the carpets cleaned - yikes the difference between white and dirty white... thanks girls.
Now we have the email estimate back for the Lladro hospital... $400 including shipping. I made the mistake of forwarding the email to Bubba... sorry co-workers he's going to be in a prissy snit for the rest of the day. Better you than me. They documented a whoops I didn't see on the statue so that was $80 for something unexpected. when this things returns to us you can bet your sweet bippy I WON'T be touching the darn thing. Frankly I'm beginning to think it cursed. Maybe its the dirty glass ghost - he's making Bubba nuts with this statue and me with the drinking glasses... they will write horror stories about the crazy couple in Germantown who killed each other with plastic drinking glasses and broken lladro's statues.
So with the repair, the painters and all the rest that budget line has gone whizzing by... did you hear the whoosh? I did -- it sounds like peanut butter and jelly long into the distant future. Hey we're still working and I could stand to live off the fat of the land for a good month. ;-)
On an up note... the paint job looks FABULOUS! At least the living room does I can't wait to get it all finished... and get the carpets cleaned - yikes the difference between white and dirty white... thanks girls.
I have driven 60 miles and didn't leave town...
I have to remember if I ever complained while Bubba was traveling every week during the winter... maybe I missed someone to talk to.... but then again... didn't miss cooking, or having the entire bed to myself... or sole control of the remote control.... what was the down side again??
Then there is this new bus stop drop off routine.... yes boys and girls he's at it again. This morning we were running behind a bit as the bedroom furniture had to be moved as the painters are finally getting here today. (more on that mess later)
And we get out the door for a quick drop off, my plan was to get doughnuts for the painters - a little bribe never hurt right? Then home and ready for the men to show up. This is my plan. Turn the corner to the bus stop, and he says - go the other stop.... No he's not bleeding - yet and of course you know I happily stepped on the gas and made my way to bus stop number 2. Turning the corner to drop him off - the bus pulls away from the stop.... No I am not kidding.
Do I need to continue? I will... "go get ahead of the bus" I think I cracked a tooth in my desperate attempt not to spew forth all the foul language that was happily dancing across my internal filter. Oh I did let a few choice comment through as I was doing 80 mph down back roads to "get ahead" of said bus. Now during the polite conversation that ensued I hit the breaks at the bus stop and managed not to bean him in the back of the head as he made his way out of my truck... I sped away and headed to the doughnut shop.
I happily made my way home thinking I had another 30 minutes to get my act together did I get them - of course not. My life does not work this way - the painters were there without my chosen paint colors. I sent them to the head guy - who apparently doesn't see his 'other' team often... ok fine - so they have to follow me to Home Depot then to Ben Moore so I can remember the cutie name of the colors I picked, 30 minutes later paint chips in hand, off they go to buy paint, and now they are painting away and I'm down here wondering how to get out of the taxi service business.
On another note - it might not be Bubba putting the dirty glass in my clean sink each morning it might be the sink. I didn't see him USE a glass last night and still there it was - a glass in my clean sink. Where is he hiding these things? Every corner on the top of half of this house has been exposed and cleaned out! It must be the basement - and maybe they are in his lazy boy - that's what the flap on the back of the chair is for!!! I will have to go check that out. Or this just could a giant plot to slowly make me crazy.
Of course the bus stop morning routine will do the job much quicker.
I can hear news headline now... "Women ties husband naked to bus stop with duck tape. Police are quoted as saying she left a note saying leave him here he has to catch the ^&%^&$^*# bus" back to you in the studio.
Then there is this new bus stop drop off routine.... yes boys and girls he's at it again. This morning we were running behind a bit as the bedroom furniture had to be moved as the painters are finally getting here today. (more on that mess later)
And we get out the door for a quick drop off, my plan was to get doughnuts for the painters - a little bribe never hurt right? Then home and ready for the men to show up. This is my plan. Turn the corner to the bus stop, and he says - go the other stop.... No he's not bleeding - yet and of course you know I happily stepped on the gas and made my way to bus stop number 2. Turning the corner to drop him off - the bus pulls away from the stop.... No I am not kidding.
Do I need to continue? I will... "go get ahead of the bus" I think I cracked a tooth in my desperate attempt not to spew forth all the foul language that was happily dancing across my internal filter. Oh I did let a few choice comment through as I was doing 80 mph down back roads to "get ahead" of said bus. Now during the polite conversation that ensued I hit the breaks at the bus stop and managed not to bean him in the back of the head as he made his way out of my truck... I sped away and headed to the doughnut shop.
I happily made my way home thinking I had another 30 minutes to get my act together did I get them - of course not. My life does not work this way - the painters were there without my chosen paint colors. I sent them to the head guy - who apparently doesn't see his 'other' team often... ok fine - so they have to follow me to Home Depot then to Ben Moore so I can remember the cutie name of the colors I picked, 30 minutes later paint chips in hand, off they go to buy paint, and now they are painting away and I'm down here wondering how to get out of the taxi service business.
On another note - it might not be Bubba putting the dirty glass in my clean sink each morning it might be the sink. I didn't see him USE a glass last night and still there it was - a glass in my clean sink. Where is he hiding these things? Every corner on the top of half of this house has been exposed and cleaned out! It must be the basement - and maybe they are in his lazy boy - that's what the flap on the back of the chair is for!!! I will have to go check that out. Or this just could a giant plot to slowly make me crazy.
Of course the bus stop morning routine will do the job much quicker.
I can hear news headline now... "Women ties husband naked to bus stop with duck tape. Police are quoted as saying she left a note saying leave him here he has to catch the ^&%^&$^*# bus" back to you in the studio.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
I cracked myself up...
I have written previously of the mysterious dirty glass in a clean sink syndrome that occurs in my house... now with painters coming tomorrow the kitchen is very clean, dishes done etc. I got up this morning and found a glass in the sink and started to laugh - Bubba wanted in on the joke. What could I say? I just shook my head and said, "thought of something funny."
Now the other part of that story is with said painters coming and the house completely torn apart - you'd think I would have found his stash at least one or two glasses he had tucked away right? Nope - not a one, the boy is good.
Helpful he is not. Last night was the final push to get things ready for the painters - this was the last 5% that needed to be done and frankly it was the most difficult and the most stressful. Why do you ask? One hint - his name - Bubba. Just move it dear I don't need all this bitching and whining... you have to move your furniture because if Mr. Painter Man does and something happens it's his backside - so they don't move other people's stuff. I get it - why don't you.... Mr. Helpful. And now that the rooms are empty he quips - "Why am I paying these people again?" BECAUSE - they can get 6 rooms done in two days - we couldn't get two rooms done in 6 days-- Mr. Handy-Helpful-I-am-working-this-weekend.
I know that there wouldn't have been quite as much whining if his statue was not in PA - but it is and I'm the one who put it there... frankly I don't think he was this grumpy when I was laid up for a month. Mom was there he was in a food coma - thanks again Ma!
No traffic mishaps today, but August is quickly coming to an end - soon those darling rugrats will be back at school and with them 60,000 more cars. I hate the first week of September.
Oh I came up with a working book title - see what you think... "Hey Honey do I have any clear underwear? And other daily musings." LOL sorry I thought it was funny - and yet some how the clear picture of a typical day in the life of me! ;-)
Quick one today, I'm off to be indoctrinated - I mean trained in the corporate methods of... something I forget what. The coffee will kick in soon and I will be bright-eyed and bushy tailed... or at least caffeinated.
LATER!
Now the other part of that story is with said painters coming and the house completely torn apart - you'd think I would have found his stash at least one or two glasses he had tucked away right? Nope - not a one, the boy is good.
Helpful he is not. Last night was the final push to get things ready for the painters - this was the last 5% that needed to be done and frankly it was the most difficult and the most stressful. Why do you ask? One hint - his name - Bubba. Just move it dear I don't need all this bitching and whining... you have to move your furniture because if Mr. Painter Man does and something happens it's his backside - so they don't move other people's stuff. I get it - why don't you.... Mr. Helpful. And now that the rooms are empty he quips - "Why am I paying these people again?" BECAUSE - they can get 6 rooms done in two days - we couldn't get two rooms done in 6 days-- Mr. Handy-Helpful-I-am-working-this-weekend.
I know that there wouldn't have been quite as much whining if his statue was not in PA - but it is and I'm the one who put it there... frankly I don't think he was this grumpy when I was laid up for a month. Mom was there he was in a food coma - thanks again Ma!
No traffic mishaps today, but August is quickly coming to an end - soon those darling rugrats will be back at school and with them 60,000 more cars. I hate the first week of September.
Oh I came up with a working book title - see what you think... "Hey Honey do I have any clear underwear? And other daily musings." LOL sorry I thought it was funny - and yet some how the clear picture of a typical day in the life of me! ;-)
Quick one today, I'm off to be indoctrinated - I mean trained in the corporate methods of... something I forget what. The coffee will kick in soon and I will be bright-eyed and bushy tailed... or at least caffeinated.
LATER!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
The winds are still blowing...
But Hurricane Bubba has definitely blown off shore; oh there is still the potential for damaging winds and rain but the big threats are slowing easing off... As I stated yesterday the questions began and were answered peppered with muttered comments of 'should have done it myself' and 'if you were being careful it wouldn't have broken' which were of course responded with equally muttered pithy comments from his spouse.
Now this all occurred after the "are you sure murdering your husband is illegal?" moment of the day....
With the loud and cranky start to our day I failed to note that I had a meeting after work this particular Monday - soon it will be every Monday... I digress... any how... with said argument; the dump and go; and a day full of meetings - I, the good wife, - forgot to mention to 'the husband' of said meeting and to adjust his trip home via the TRAIN (note not the bus) accordingly. SOOOO when he called just as said meeting was starting I said why don't you go back to work for 30 minutes, then get on the train, I will meet you in one hour. (When the meeting would be over)... there was grumping but I thought agreement..
As I rushed to said Metro station I called, "where are you?" to which he replied "work" not a good idea to step on breaks while flying down interstate highway pushing 70 mph. "Um what?"
"You said go back to work so I' m working now I'm in the middle of something I'll call you when I get on the train."
To say there was steam coming out of my ears would be a mild description of the actions that took place immediately following that statement. To sum up - I used all legal methods, proceeded to turn around and head home. Thank you to the pressure release valve that is in Western PA - Thanks Mom! Thanks Dad! Should I be concerned the laughter that goes along with my tales? Nah ... someone should be entertained by Bubba's taxi service. Now he did call, a bit later, and I proceeded with the doggies at a legal sedate pace to said Metro station. I did have to get gas, roll the lint brush over the dog beds, just to see if I could gather enough stray hair to make another dog (results currently inconclusive), scrub the small spot of scrung that was beginning to make faces at me in the fridge, and several other equally, vitally important things I had to finish before proceeding at the legal limit mph down said highway... why yes he was waiting for my arrival why do you ask?
I think we have come to an understanding, Bubba has agreed on work late nights he will drive into work and I agreed not to give him a body scrub with the cheese grater. See boys and girls the secret to a happy and long marriage is give and take and everybody wins.
On another related note I began to worry today about my driving skills, here is what happened: I dropped Bubba off at the bus stop, went to the stop light, it was red for my direction, I pulled forward so I could see on coming traffic, its rush hour there was on coming traffic, so I waited... now while I was waiting a woman on a bicycle came riding up on the sidewalk. Now there is still on coming traffic she stops by my truck starts yelling at me - are you going to go? Get out of the cross walk... um... I look at her like she nuts, finally I pull out. (traffic was clear I could proceed safely) She's still yelling at me! Needless to say she received only the utmost polite replies to her comments - at full volume. So as I motored down the road, sat in traffic, made 3 phone calls and generally kept the plates of my life spinning I began to think... and when I think well first, its a bit painful and second I wanted an answer. So I Googled the Maryland MVA drivers handbook... EAT POO BIKE CHICK -- bicycles are not to be ridden on the sidewalks and are to be WALKED across intersections with traffic signals. KISS MY GRITS. If she had walked her bike across the intersection per the law - she could have easily went around the back end of my vehicle and been on her way... AND if she was riding on the road as she should have been she had the green light and I would have waited for her and she could have proceeded in front of my truck without incident.
I feel powerful and vindicated. I may go buy a cape today.
Now this all occurred after the "are you sure murdering your husband is illegal?" moment of the day....
With the loud and cranky start to our day I failed to note that I had a meeting after work this particular Monday - soon it will be every Monday... I digress... any how... with said argument; the dump and go; and a day full of meetings - I, the good wife, - forgot to mention to 'the husband' of said meeting and to adjust his trip home via the TRAIN (note not the bus) accordingly. SOOOO when he called just as said meeting was starting I said why don't you go back to work for 30 minutes, then get on the train, I will meet you in one hour. (When the meeting would be over)... there was grumping but I thought agreement..
As I rushed to said Metro station I called, "where are you?" to which he replied "work" not a good idea to step on breaks while flying down interstate highway pushing 70 mph. "Um what?"
"You said go back to work so I' m working now I'm in the middle of something I'll call you when I get on the train."
To say there was steam coming out of my ears would be a mild description of the actions that took place immediately following that statement. To sum up - I used all legal methods, proceeded to turn around and head home. Thank you to the pressure release valve that is in Western PA - Thanks Mom! Thanks Dad! Should I be concerned the laughter that goes along with my tales? Nah ... someone should be entertained by Bubba's taxi service. Now he did call, a bit later, and I proceeded with the doggies at a legal sedate pace to said Metro station. I did have to get gas, roll the lint brush over the dog beds, just to see if I could gather enough stray hair to make another dog (results currently inconclusive), scrub the small spot of scrung that was beginning to make faces at me in the fridge, and several other equally, vitally important things I had to finish before proceeding at the legal limit mph down said highway... why yes he was waiting for my arrival why do you ask?
I think we have come to an understanding, Bubba has agreed on work late nights he will drive into work and I agreed not to give him a body scrub with the cheese grater. See boys and girls the secret to a happy and long marriage is give and take and everybody wins.
On another related note I began to worry today about my driving skills, here is what happened: I dropped Bubba off at the bus stop, went to the stop light, it was red for my direction, I pulled forward so I could see on coming traffic, its rush hour there was on coming traffic, so I waited... now while I was waiting a woman on a bicycle came riding up on the sidewalk. Now there is still on coming traffic she stops by my truck starts yelling at me - are you going to go? Get out of the cross walk... um... I look at her like she nuts, finally I pull out. (traffic was clear I could proceed safely) She's still yelling at me! Needless to say she received only the utmost polite replies to her comments - at full volume. So as I motored down the road, sat in traffic, made 3 phone calls and generally kept the plates of my life spinning I began to think... and when I think well first, its a bit painful and second I wanted an answer. So I Googled the Maryland MVA drivers handbook... EAT POO BIKE CHICK -- bicycles are not to be ridden on the sidewalks and are to be WALKED across intersections with traffic signals. KISS MY GRITS. If she had walked her bike across the intersection per the law - she could have easily went around the back end of my vehicle and been on her way... AND if she was riding on the road as she should have been she had the green light and I would have waited for her and she could have proceeded in front of my truck without incident.
I feel powerful and vindicated. I may go buy a cape today.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Sing along with me now...
Bubba's back and I'm in trouble... hey la hey la My Bubba's back... (tune of my boyfriend is back) Now that I have embedded that ditty into your brain for the better part of today and possibly into tomorrow we can explain...
Lets us begin yesterday, where I moved, packed away, shifted, vacuumed, scrubbed walls, baseboards, ceilings, corners and sucked up more spiders living the high life than I care to think about. The ONLY thing left to do is move 5 pieces of furniture that were too heavy for me to do alone... needless to say I was hot, sweaty, and tired. And that was just after cleaning out the kitchen. ;-) So at 6:00 PM and still no Bubba I showered and debated what to do for dinner, frankly it was shear laziness that prevented me from getting in the car and going to the store... and the girls deserved a completely cage-free day. So at 7:00 PM no call no notice and no clue when his royal highness was about to grace us with his presence I made dinner - it wasn't fancy but it was quick and filled the hole. And of course just as I finished eating - who should call the world traveler himself; and he had the nerve to 1) ask what was for dinner (at 8:00 PM) and 2) get ticked off because I told him "whatever you pick up". Sorry buddy if you would have picked up the phone at 5 or 6 PM and given me an ETA (estimated time of arrival) I might have considered an effort - discarded it and had something bought and ready when you got home.
So as I finally was able to sit and relax, clean and content with my belly tended, in stomps Mr. Happy frowning, cranky, and glaring - me? I sat and waiting for the explosion. No pop just that low simmer... he ate his sandwich answered questions with grunts, and offered no conversation - so back to my book. Its a life isn't it? :-)
So... let us fast forward to this morning... up showered, dressed and heading out the door, he asks the fateful question (you know the one) "Where is my statue?" (insert ominous music here) I smile, hesitate and state "On it's way to Philadelphia." Which brings us to part of two of why I'm in trouble. The expected fit was then pitched, to which I responded rationally and calmly by yelling back at full volume as well stating I wasn't doing cartwheels I was being careful and still the little witch's hand jumped up and smacked it against the door and snapped off! To sum up - words exchanged, house was left, he was dropped off and I drove away. Frankly I expected it - just not first thing Monday morning...
But sooner or later he will realize that it's on it's way - the questions will begin, where is this place, how was it shipped, how long, how much.... bla bla bla... some I will have answers for and some I don't have answers for yet... So much for witness protection but then again I'm too attached to my family and friends to disappear - that and who would cook for Bubba? ;-)
So now at work, facing meetings all freaking afternoon, and a meeting tonight - my kitchen is clean - I mean spotless and I really don't want to cook - and once they start painting I'm not cooking.... I guess I can compromise tonight make something - then we have grill or have take out the rest of the week. Hey it's 4 days he will survive.
And finally on a lighter note - when Bubba learned of the new offer and mail he was receiving at Mom's he actually smiled last night - and joked - tell her I'm moving in when I lose my job. Har dee har har ... my mother will kill him in short order - and that would be just over the dirty glass in a clean sink... No judge will convict her.
Therapy Session for Monday has ended... Tuesday will be better - unless I break something else... LOL
Lets us begin yesterday, where I moved, packed away, shifted, vacuumed, scrubbed walls, baseboards, ceilings, corners and sucked up more spiders living the high life than I care to think about. The ONLY thing left to do is move 5 pieces of furniture that were too heavy for me to do alone... needless to say I was hot, sweaty, and tired. And that was just after cleaning out the kitchen. ;-) So at 6:00 PM and still no Bubba I showered and debated what to do for dinner, frankly it was shear laziness that prevented me from getting in the car and going to the store... and the girls deserved a completely cage-free day. So at 7:00 PM no call no notice and no clue when his royal highness was about to grace us with his presence I made dinner - it wasn't fancy but it was quick and filled the hole. And of course just as I finished eating - who should call the world traveler himself; and he had the nerve to 1) ask what was for dinner (at 8:00 PM) and 2) get ticked off because I told him "whatever you pick up". Sorry buddy if you would have picked up the phone at 5 or 6 PM and given me an ETA (estimated time of arrival) I might have considered an effort - discarded it and had something bought and ready when you got home.
So as I finally was able to sit and relax, clean and content with my belly tended, in stomps Mr. Happy frowning, cranky, and glaring - me? I sat and waiting for the explosion. No pop just that low simmer... he ate his sandwich answered questions with grunts, and offered no conversation - so back to my book. Its a life isn't it? :-)
So... let us fast forward to this morning... up showered, dressed and heading out the door, he asks the fateful question (you know the one) "Where is my statue?" (insert ominous music here) I smile, hesitate and state "On it's way to Philadelphia." Which brings us to part of two of why I'm in trouble. The expected fit was then pitched, to which I responded rationally and calmly by yelling back at full volume as well stating I wasn't doing cartwheels I was being careful and still the little witch's hand jumped up and smacked it against the door and snapped off! To sum up - words exchanged, house was left, he was dropped off and I drove away. Frankly I expected it - just not first thing Monday morning...
But sooner or later he will realize that it's on it's way - the questions will begin, where is this place, how was it shipped, how long, how much.... bla bla bla... some I will have answers for and some I don't have answers for yet... So much for witness protection but then again I'm too attached to my family and friends to disappear - that and who would cook for Bubba? ;-)
So now at work, facing meetings all freaking afternoon, and a meeting tonight - my kitchen is clean - I mean spotless and I really don't want to cook - and once they start painting I'm not cooking.... I guess I can compromise tonight make something - then we have grill or have take out the rest of the week. Hey it's 4 days he will survive.
And finally on a lighter note - when Bubba learned of the new offer and mail he was receiving at Mom's he actually smiled last night - and joked - tell her I'm moving in when I lose my job. Har dee har har ... my mother will kill him in short order - and that would be just over the dirty glass in a clean sink... No judge will convict her.
Therapy Session for Monday has ended... Tuesday will be better - unless I break something else... LOL
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Its a Sunday mood...
And Mama ain't happy; and I'm about to take it out on the keyboard. First the Steelers lost last night - that does not make for a good mood, even worse they did it to the Washington Redskins so I get to hear "we beat the Super Bowl champs" across radio and TV today. Yeah well you were losing until the young man who's job will now include a paper hat and working knowledge of the fry machine coughed up the ball.... way to go skippy.
Second Bubba called last night and informed me that Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday were going to be very long days and I would have to pick him up at the Metro. Ah ha. Now I must balance this reaction with the broken piece currently (and gently please) making its way to Philadelphia... and my need to move large pieces of furniture out of the way so I can a) clean behind them and b) so the painters can paint the freaking walls!!! Then I am reminded my by own nagging witch of a conscience that he did not have a say in said date selection and I am selfishly trying to get things done before scheduled company arrives. That being said I also know that when I presented his royal highness the 3 estimates he wanted a 4th. No boys and girls I kid you not - I did it they were $350 more than the guy Bubba talked to (he just happened to home that time)... I made a decision and got things moving. Case in point, had I not made this decision I would still be waiting.... he has not been home to discuss this and I have learned very valuable and painful lessons that you do not discuss important things with said Bubba while he is on travel - there is a part of his brain that simply does not retain home matters when he is not at home.
So, I've made my bed now I just have to figure out how to move the freaking mattress. Do they have rent-a-muscle? (and my mind wandered to a very naughty place so I must be feeling better) ;-)
Sooo.... my Sunday will consist of moving things, cleaning things, and plotting how to get the big things moved about... maybe I can bribe the kid next door he's 19 if he injures something he'll heal quick.
ON THE UP SIDE...
I must tell you of my Saturday night with my BFF Gigs - now I was a bit concerned about the evening as I started to pack the truck for an evening of football and friendship I noticed this substance falling from the sky. RAIN! Gobs of it. And the more I packed the harder it rained, and the closer I got to picking her up the harder it rained. But armed with a jacket, and BRIGHT ORANGE poncho (last one at CVS) and great seats we enjoyed the trip and the game. And I can't thank Cindy's Mom and Cindy enough for the arrangement to meet and the tickets. We were wet, hot (plastic does NOT breathe) and fighting indigestion thanks to quickly eaten and made-last-week hamburgers. Lesson learned stick to hot dogs - cured meat holds the test of time better and ketchup and mustard cover all other sins.
It was great and it finally did quit raining and with a small breeze we could pretend to be drying out... socks went from feet to laundry room, soaked and then some. But still totally worth it.
Ok so the keyboard is a little worse for wear but I am feeling a bit better, I still have a ton of crap to get done today but it's just me the girls and I'm sure we'll do just fine. Check back Monday for my strained back and hernia fixes. ha ha ha...
Second Bubba called last night and informed me that Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday were going to be very long days and I would have to pick him up at the Metro. Ah ha. Now I must balance this reaction with the broken piece currently (and gently please) making its way to Philadelphia... and my need to move large pieces of furniture out of the way so I can a) clean behind them and b) so the painters can paint the freaking walls!!! Then I am reminded my by own nagging witch of a conscience that he did not have a say in said date selection and I am selfishly trying to get things done before scheduled company arrives. That being said I also know that when I presented his royal highness the 3 estimates he wanted a 4th. No boys and girls I kid you not - I did it they were $350 more than the guy Bubba talked to (he just happened to home that time)... I made a decision and got things moving. Case in point, had I not made this decision I would still be waiting.... he has not been home to discuss this and I have learned very valuable and painful lessons that you do not discuss important things with said Bubba while he is on travel - there is a part of his brain that simply does not retain home matters when he is not at home.
So, I've made my bed now I just have to figure out how to move the freaking mattress. Do they have rent-a-muscle? (and my mind wandered to a very naughty place so I must be feeling better) ;-)
Sooo.... my Sunday will consist of moving things, cleaning things, and plotting how to get the big things moved about... maybe I can bribe the kid next door he's 19 if he injures something he'll heal quick.
ON THE UP SIDE...
I must tell you of my Saturday night with my BFF Gigs - now I was a bit concerned about the evening as I started to pack the truck for an evening of football and friendship I noticed this substance falling from the sky. RAIN! Gobs of it. And the more I packed the harder it rained, and the closer I got to picking her up the harder it rained. But armed with a jacket, and BRIGHT ORANGE poncho (last one at CVS) and great seats we enjoyed the trip and the game. And I can't thank Cindy's Mom and Cindy enough for the arrangement to meet and the tickets. We were wet, hot (plastic does NOT breathe) and fighting indigestion thanks to quickly eaten and made-last-week hamburgers. Lesson learned stick to hot dogs - cured meat holds the test of time better and ketchup and mustard cover all other sins.
It was great and it finally did quit raining and with a small breeze we could pretend to be drying out... socks went from feet to laundry room, soaked and then some. But still totally worth it.
Ok so the keyboard is a little worse for wear but I am feeling a bit better, I still have a ton of crap to get done today but it's just me the girls and I'm sure we'll do just fine. Check back Monday for my strained back and hernia fixes. ha ha ha...
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Busy day...
As I didn't get anything done last night on my way home; thanks to mother nature's little thunder storm fit just as I pulled out the parking garage... I've got a busy day ahead of me.
First, Bubba has come and gone again. He lingered as Shelby gave him full force puppy eyes... she got extra love. Relax dog he'll be home tomorrow. And no I haven't told him about the piece yet... he did ask where the stuff in the curio was -- in the basement. IT IS!! (Why ruin his weekend?) That broken piece will be on it's way to Philadelphia in about an hour. Say a prayer it arrives in-- well the 3 pieces I'm sending up there-- and no more! Please god.
That is the first stop, then to the paint store to find the right color for my living room and ship it off to the painter... then Violet needs food - this is the week she eats regular and if she wants dinner Mommy better get her fanny to the pet store. Then I tackle the kitchen move the stuff I can get it out of the way. After another shower I'm sure - I am meeting my friend Gigs so we can enjoy a spirited contest between two sets of large men trying to beat the living devil out of each other... What contest you ask? Football skippy - pay attention. ;-)
My dear friend would rather go to the beach with Hurricane Bill than a pre-season football game (she has season tickets - she goes to ALL the others). So for the price of arranging a meet with her Mom to get the tickets, me and Gigs are off on another adventure to Fed Ex Field, for some good natured yelling and screaming. I love football - hockey is better for stress relief fewer committee meetings more action. But I do love my football.
OK so I'm done with our on-line portion of my day... now to chant prayers as I box up that piece, drive to the UPS store and watch them gently pack that piece into at least 3 inches of ghost-poopie (aka packing peanuts) ... and I wait... and wait... and confess my sins Monday - maybe Sunday depends upon how peppy Bubba is when he gets home. Pray for me.
First, Bubba has come and gone again. He lingered as Shelby gave him full force puppy eyes... she got extra love. Relax dog he'll be home tomorrow. And no I haven't told him about the piece yet... he did ask where the stuff in the curio was -- in the basement. IT IS!! (Why ruin his weekend?) That broken piece will be on it's way to Philadelphia in about an hour. Say a prayer it arrives in-- well the 3 pieces I'm sending up there-- and no more! Please god.
That is the first stop, then to the paint store to find the right color for my living room and ship it off to the painter... then Violet needs food - this is the week she eats regular and if she wants dinner Mommy better get her fanny to the pet store. Then I tackle the kitchen move the stuff I can get it out of the way. After another shower I'm sure - I am meeting my friend Gigs so we can enjoy a spirited contest between two sets of large men trying to beat the living devil out of each other... What contest you ask? Football skippy - pay attention. ;-)
My dear friend would rather go to the beach with Hurricane Bill than a pre-season football game (she has season tickets - she goes to ALL the others). So for the price of arranging a meet with her Mom to get the tickets, me and Gigs are off on another adventure to Fed Ex Field, for some good natured yelling and screaming. I love football - hockey is better for stress relief fewer committee meetings more action. But I do love my football.
OK so I'm done with our on-line portion of my day... now to chant prayers as I box up that piece, drive to the UPS store and watch them gently pack that piece into at least 3 inches of ghost-poopie (aka packing peanuts) ... and I wait... and wait... and confess my sins Monday - maybe Sunday depends upon how peppy Bubba is when he gets home. Pray for me.
Friday, August 21, 2009
AHHHHH... smell the Friday
And it smells so sweet... I got up REALLY early today so I could leave early today; ah flex time. So I was so organized, made a list of things to do this afternoon, this weekend, and specifically things I had to pick up on my way home today... which of course means I flipping left said organized and categorized list AT HOME. Adult on-set idiot-syndrome.
Ok so rush rush rush middle of the week, hurry hurry hurry get this done... now get to Friday... listen closely you can hear the crickets chirping up and down the hallway....
As such I picked up the Washington Post Express and on the front page a picture of the Washington Redskins QB and the title (quote) "Redskins try to ditch 'soft' label vs. Steelers... BWAAA HA HA HA right... sorry my yinzer moment of the day...
So the weekend is looking up - Bubba is going to a nap-through; meaning he's home for all of 5 hours then on his way to NY with the work buddies. I get to finish another room-empty out for the painters, and I get to go to the Steeler v. Redskins!! Yeah! Only one problem it will be hotter than three hells... let's hope they keep the beer cold. ;-)
I'll be the chick near the end zone in black and gold... giving serious thought about wearing the hubby's jersey then there is the sweat factor... we'll see.
Then on Sunday... back to clean up the rooms and clean the walls in the kitchen... fun fun fun. What Bubba doesn't know yet is he better be ready to move furniture and take down the big pictures... deal with it honey I've done the rest!! And now I still haven't told me about the lladro piece, I have the box ready and will probably get it shipped out Saturday... before notices it's broken and gone... (see me smiling like the kid caught with chocolate smeared on his face who swears he didn't the cookie).
On the up side looking ahead; I'm working at home Wednesday through Friday to be with the men painting my rooms. Yeah!
This project just went way over budget with the unexpected repair... I'll live on baloney for a while... That's it no words of wisdom and just noting that Bubba hasn't called home all week... hummmm I can use that....
Ok so rush rush rush middle of the week, hurry hurry hurry get this done... now get to Friday... listen closely you can hear the crickets chirping up and down the hallway....
As such I picked up the Washington Post Express and on the front page a picture of the Washington Redskins QB and the title (quote) "Redskins try to ditch 'soft' label vs. Steelers... BWAAA HA HA HA right... sorry my yinzer moment of the day...
So the weekend is looking up - Bubba is going to a nap-through; meaning he's home for all of 5 hours then on his way to NY with the work buddies. I get to finish another room-empty out for the painters, and I get to go to the Steeler v. Redskins!! Yeah! Only one problem it will be hotter than three hells... let's hope they keep the beer cold. ;-)
I'll be the chick near the end zone in black and gold... giving serious thought about wearing the hubby's jersey then there is the sweat factor... we'll see.
Then on Sunday... back to clean up the rooms and clean the walls in the kitchen... fun fun fun. What Bubba doesn't know yet is he better be ready to move furniture and take down the big pictures... deal with it honey I've done the rest!! And now I still haven't told me about the lladro piece, I have the box ready and will probably get it shipped out Saturday... before notices it's broken and gone... (see me smiling like the kid caught with chocolate smeared on his face who swears he didn't the cookie).
On the up side looking ahead; I'm working at home Wednesday through Friday to be with the men painting my rooms. Yeah!
This project just went way over budget with the unexpected repair... I'll live on baloney for a while... That's it no words of wisdom and just noting that Bubba hasn't called home all week... hummmm I can use that....
Thursday, August 20, 2009
2 hours.... 2 flipping hours
That is how long it took me to get into work today.... TWO HOURS. It might have been longer but I jumped off one road and went on the one with the lights but hey - it was moving!! Until I got back on the only road to the only bridge that will get me where I need to go... Now some one 'splain this to me, it's not raining, it's not snowing, there are a few clouds in the sky, so there isn't blinding searing sunshine so... WHAT THE HECK IS THE PROBLEM?? Drive - maintain your space, don't do something stupid so you muck it up for the rest of us! But noooo we have to play let's tap bumpers and see how quickly we can screw up everyone else's day... THEN there is the "person" who is driving a truck and his load spills across 2 lanes of the beltway. Traffic is backed up from there until the PA border... check the traffic cameras its now probably just backed up to mid-MD.
I hate those commutes with such a passion I can't adequately express it. All the driving is is lift foot off of break, put foot back on break, repeat until your are convinced one calf muscle will look really good and the other will be flabby and unused. And please don't go there about a manual transmission - 1st, then 2nd if you're lucky, back to first, clutch in clutch out... I'd look like a speed skater with thighs thicker than my body - it's not a great look.
Feeling better we have vented, now we can move on to the "co-worker" who has managed to flambe his lunch in the toaster oven... ah the stink of burnt leftovers... I'm off to lunch and possibly ignore the boss's email for another 10 minutes... nah - I'll email him and tell him I'm "working on it" yeah yeah that's the ticket.
I hate those commutes with such a passion I can't adequately express it. All the driving is is lift foot off of break, put foot back on break, repeat until your are convinced one calf muscle will look really good and the other will be flabby and unused. And please don't go there about a manual transmission - 1st, then 2nd if you're lucky, back to first, clutch in clutch out... I'd look like a speed skater with thighs thicker than my body - it's not a great look.
Feeling better we have vented, now we can move on to the "co-worker" who has managed to flambe his lunch in the toaster oven... ah the stink of burnt leftovers... I'm off to lunch and possibly ignore the boss's email for another 10 minutes... nah - I'll email him and tell him I'm "working on it" yeah yeah that's the ticket.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Just have to share...
I now work in a Dilbert cartoon... another group that I share working space with actually WON work! Hey way to go! The Manager wanted to celebrate with a nice Mexican lunch in for his people, isn't that nice??
It is until the idea goes to the big boss and he tells the nice lady who handles the details, that "she can go to TACO BELL and pick up lunch on her company card" TACO BELL!! Hey way to go team here is the cheapest crap of fast food I'm willing to spring for!!
Yeah team, here is your .89 taco, no supreme can't afford the extra 29 cents for tomatoes and sour cream, now take one, and go get your own can of pop from the machine. Get back to work we've got to keep the customer happy.
It would be really funny if it wasn't so tragically true.
It is until the idea goes to the big boss and he tells the nice lady who handles the details, that "she can go to TACO BELL and pick up lunch on her company card" TACO BELL!! Hey way to go team here is the cheapest crap of fast food I'm willing to spring for!!
Yeah team, here is your .89 taco, no supreme can't afford the extra 29 cents for tomatoes and sour cream, now take one, and go get your own can of pop from the machine. Get back to work we've got to keep the customer happy.
It would be really funny if it wasn't so tragically true.
My final post...
I will now be going into the Witness Protection Program as soon as Bubba gets home. Why? In my attempt at getting things done, I was moving the nick-nacks out of the cabinet in preparation of painters next week. THE most expensive thing in there, I break.
Now this is the second Lladro we've bought - SAME statue but bought twice as the cleaning woman broke it the first time. As I gently pulled the statue out I thought I was clear... I wasn't and the little delicate's (insert bad word here) hand popped off along with 2 fingers. Just shoot me now. I am anxiously scouring the web for someone who can fix this right. You will feel the disturbance in the force I think about Tuesday. Sunday he'll be too tired to notice, Monday will be a work day and he won't notice... Tuesday... I am a dead woman Tuesday. Did I mention it's the same freaking hand as the previous one? I mean really! Cripes and double. I've got code to distract me right now but I will have all afternoon to hunt down ANYONE who could fix this... And before you suggest super glue - no no can't do that it ruins the shiny finish of the piece the cleaning lady tried that too.
Maybe I can distract him with - um 'private time' -- yeah that isn't a long term idea either.
And now under the category of "are you kidding me?" I was behind a car today that had a ribbon magnet that just made wonder. It said (and I quote) "I break for squirrels." Seriously? You spent money on this? And put it on your car? In public? Did they suddenly become a threaten species of animal? Because those things live in Washington DC where I think they could walk across parts of the river for the 'stuff' in there... and what is this person going to do when she zigs to miss said squirrel and it zags and well the breaks aren't just fast enough? There is probably some therapy for that it involves holding a furry tail and chanting with nut-scented incense. I send the great squirrel spirit my saddened heart and the spirit of the small creature that couldn't pick a freaking direction....
Now this is the second Lladro we've bought - SAME statue but bought twice as the cleaning woman broke it the first time. As I gently pulled the statue out I thought I was clear... I wasn't and the little delicate's (insert bad word here) hand popped off along with 2 fingers. Just shoot me now. I am anxiously scouring the web for someone who can fix this right. You will feel the disturbance in the force I think about Tuesday. Sunday he'll be too tired to notice, Monday will be a work day and he won't notice... Tuesday... I am a dead woman Tuesday. Did I mention it's the same freaking hand as the previous one? I mean really! Cripes and double. I've got code to distract me right now but I will have all afternoon to hunt down ANYONE who could fix this... And before you suggest super glue - no no can't do that it ruins the shiny finish of the piece the cleaning lady tried that too.
Maybe I can distract him with - um 'private time' -- yeah that isn't a long term idea either.
And now under the category of "are you kidding me?" I was behind a car today that had a ribbon magnet that just made wonder. It said (and I quote) "I break for squirrels." Seriously? You spent money on this? And put it on your car? In public? Did they suddenly become a threaten species of animal? Because those things live in Washington DC where I think they could walk across parts of the river for the 'stuff' in there... and what is this person going to do when she zigs to miss said squirrel and it zags and well the breaks aren't just fast enough? There is probably some therapy for that it involves holding a furry tail and chanting with nut-scented incense. I send the great squirrel spirit my saddened heart and the spirit of the small creature that couldn't pick a freaking direction....
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
A TMI moment...
Will someone please explain to me why doctor's offices are very efficient until they get you in those scratchy paper-paper towel sized coverings? I mean you sit there desperately trying to figure out how to make those paper towels bigger so your fanny and other body parts are not hanging out when said Doctor comes walking in... I mean really. Get in, sign in, update paperwork, get you into a room, blood pressure height, weight (gulp) then the dreaded, "undress the doctor will be in shortly"
That is code to the doctor to take lunch(breakfast, read a chapter in their novel...) - I swear to God! The first part until the statement - 15 minutes... waiting for the doctor in paper towels 20 minutes. Oh they will give you the line (on a sheet of paper posted on the back of the door) that they are taking time with every patient and they will take plenty of time with you... bla bla bla. Time this better so you don't begin to contemplate just how you can lay on the table and roll around enough so that you are covered like a paper burrito (or for my Italian family-- a cannoli). Hey - she's got scissors she can cut me out when she manages to get into the room. On the up side this summer has been 10,000 percent less dramatic than the previous 3 so sitting in paper towels without the armor of undergarments aint' so bad... it ain't that great either but I'll pick my battles. Next on the battle plan... my first mammogram another device invented by a man whose mother was a real pain in the -neck.
Keep cool and we'll talk tomorrow.
That is code to the doctor to take lunch(breakfast, read a chapter in their novel...) - I swear to God! The first part until the statement - 15 minutes... waiting for the doctor in paper towels 20 minutes. Oh they will give you the line (on a sheet of paper posted on the back of the door) that they are taking time with every patient and they will take plenty of time with you... bla bla bla. Time this better so you don't begin to contemplate just how you can lay on the table and roll around enough so that you are covered like a paper burrito (or for my Italian family-- a cannoli). Hey - she's got scissors she can cut me out when she manages to get into the room. On the up side this summer has been 10,000 percent less dramatic than the previous 3 so sitting in paper towels without the armor of undergarments aint' so bad... it ain't that great either but I'll pick my battles. Next on the battle plan... my first mammogram another device invented by a man whose mother was a real pain in the -neck.
Keep cool and we'll talk tomorrow.
Back to work... oh man...
Let me just state for the record I am not terribly fond of working for a living; however, I do enjoy indoor plumbing, air conditioning and meals of my own choosing so I get up and go to work. Now after last week I was looking forward to a more quiet, mellow week and now it appears that will not be occurring. It never does - I guess if this was fun they wouldn't pay us to be here now would they?
On the up side there is Steeler football this weekend - yeah yeah preseason but its football and I enjoy it. On the down side I will be spending my entire weekend getting ready for the painters, which means moving everything into the middle of the rooms, boxing, bagging hiding moving all that stuff we've got around. Fun! Oh and did I mention that darling Bubba would not be home for said moving and boxing and the like? He'll be in NY (more on this later)
On a completely unrelated note I have to share this tidbit... several co-workers and I put in $5 each for the Maryland 200 million jackpot that was drawn Friday. It was fun to think about leaving en mass with that kind of change in our pockets - but alas we managed to pull one darn number per ticket (5 lines of numbers per ticket) ... as such see title (BACK TO WORK). It was a fun exercise for 15 minutes on a Friday afternoon. Next time I'll just stand outside with a long metal pole during a thunderstorm - that will work... Stats nerds state it is more likely to get hit by lightening than to hit the lottery... only 1 of those is a good thing.
On the the head scratch-er of my day... Bubba and several co-workers are traveling to NY to attend an engagement party this weekend. Now said engaged co-worker has rented a house and said attendees are bringing air-mattresses and sleeping bags. Now here is the wrinkle, Bubba (and other guests) had to pony up an additional $30 for food and beverage contributions... um last time I checked when you invite someone as a guest you don't expect them to PAY for said privilege. Not to mention the cost of getting up there and home... Who does this? If you can't afford a big party - don't throw one. Am I wrong? Maybe it's just me.
Had a GREAT weekend with Mom, we enjoyed our girl time and our girl chats and were lazy all yesterday afternoon. A body needs those days every now and again just to give the brain and the body a break. We bought $25 bathing suits originally priced... $100!! First who in their right mind would spend 100 bucks on flipping bathing suit, and two wasn't it a good thing they still had short and chubby sized for moi? So the gals are all ready for our girls-only weekend at the beach in September.
Oh and to the brain trust currently trying to coordinate my working life... making up your freaking mind BEFORE one calls a meeting so the rest of us don't sit here wondering why and how these people came into positions of power - would be my advice. It hurts my head and makes me wonder if the phrase "you want fries with that?" would cause this must stress... they still have pictures on the register I wouldn't even have to think about knowing what a number 4 combo was...right? Of course there is that whole dealing with the public thing... ;-)
Stay cool, enjoy the breathless reporting of Hurricane Bill especially if he makes his way toward the US - of course now that I've poked fun it will hit the Maryland shore and I'll have to drag my dogs outside in the blinding rain so they will go potty outside. Enjoy your Tuesday and be glad it isn't Monday.
On the up side there is Steeler football this weekend - yeah yeah preseason but its football and I enjoy it. On the down side I will be spending my entire weekend getting ready for the painters, which means moving everything into the middle of the rooms, boxing, bagging hiding moving all that stuff we've got around. Fun! Oh and did I mention that darling Bubba would not be home for said moving and boxing and the like? He'll be in NY (more on this later)
On a completely unrelated note I have to share this tidbit... several co-workers and I put in $5 each for the Maryland 200 million jackpot that was drawn Friday. It was fun to think about leaving en mass with that kind of change in our pockets - but alas we managed to pull one darn number per ticket (5 lines of numbers per ticket) ... as such see title (BACK TO WORK). It was a fun exercise for 15 minutes on a Friday afternoon. Next time I'll just stand outside with a long metal pole during a thunderstorm - that will work... Stats nerds state it is more likely to get hit by lightening than to hit the lottery... only 1 of those is a good thing.
On the the head scratch-er of my day... Bubba and several co-workers are traveling to NY to attend an engagement party this weekend. Now said engaged co-worker has rented a house and said attendees are bringing air-mattresses and sleeping bags. Now here is the wrinkle, Bubba (and other guests) had to pony up an additional $30 for food and beverage contributions... um last time I checked when you invite someone as a guest you don't expect them to PAY for said privilege. Not to mention the cost of getting up there and home... Who does this? If you can't afford a big party - don't throw one. Am I wrong? Maybe it's just me.
Had a GREAT weekend with Mom, we enjoyed our girl time and our girl chats and were lazy all yesterday afternoon. A body needs those days every now and again just to give the brain and the body a break. We bought $25 bathing suits originally priced... $100!! First who in their right mind would spend 100 bucks on flipping bathing suit, and two wasn't it a good thing they still had short and chubby sized for moi? So the gals are all ready for our girls-only weekend at the beach in September.
Oh and to the brain trust currently trying to coordinate my working life... making up your freaking mind BEFORE one calls a meeting so the rest of us don't sit here wondering why and how these people came into positions of power - would be my advice. It hurts my head and makes me wonder if the phrase "you want fries with that?" would cause this must stress... they still have pictures on the register I wouldn't even have to think about knowing what a number 4 combo was...right? Of course there is that whole dealing with the public thing... ;-)
Stay cool, enjoy the breathless reporting of Hurricane Bill especially if he makes his way toward the US - of course now that I've poked fun it will hit the Maryland shore and I'll have to drag my dogs outside in the blinding rain so they will go potty outside. Enjoy your Tuesday and be glad it isn't Monday.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Monday's off are fab-u-lous!
Yes Virginia you can take a Monday off - and ain't it nice? Almost slept in-- Shelby alarm definitely does not have a snooze button. More like a cold nose to an expose body part...
Mom and I are enjoying some girl time... more later
Mom and I are enjoying some girl time... more later
Sunday, August 16, 2009
A tale of two husbands...
No this isn't an episode of Big Love... it's my darling Bubba who after nearly 20 nears of wedded bliss still manages to dumbfound me... Take yesterday for example; he comes home after 1.5 days in guy-ville, shooting, golf, chicken wings ... you get the idea. Needless to say he comes home a happy camper, I tell him Mom and I are off to do all those girl things, movie, pedicure etc.
So even better right - he's home alone with the pups - life ain't so bad. Yeah he's got to mow the lawn but that can wait as it was 100 degrees outside. Mom and I do all those things - enjoyed the heck out of our movie (Julie & Julia) and make it home with freshly painted toe nails and happily loved feet. THEN - darling hubby tells me he's made dinner reservations!! I know - unreal right? And to a nice place! Granted it was a bit late but hey Mom and I were full of popcorn anyway. Nice dinner, good conversation, a bottle of wine very nice evening. Thanks honey that was really super fab!!!
Fast forward 12 hours - most of which we were sleeping... and apparently someone hit Bubba's cranky button. He's packing to head out of town, he's got to plan ahead for next weekend as he's home for exactly 5 hours then headed back out the door again so he's got to be ready... Now he asked me, if I had the time, to get him an air mattress... Friday was mellow I did the deed no big deal; until we get to Sunday morning and the ticked off fairy is dancing on Bubba's cranky button - oh lucky me. It's the wrong size - things are going to be tight - didn't you listen.. bla bla bla... .
Bubba - you can 1) take it back 2) get a freaking hotel room you cheap (never mind) or 3) live with it and have something we can actually use again in the future... thanks to time tables and a Mother-in-law in the house there was mumbling, grumbling and packing for said business trip. He is now out the door, sitting at the airport and I'm getting dressed up in 90 plus degree heat so I can support Mom in her Queen-dom next year. Not that big of a sacrifice as she's done more than that for me. Still these women have got to find another time of the year to do this stuff mid-August in DC was not designed for foundation garments and pantyhose... I may just strip and hose off in the back yard when I'm done.
Probably not I like my neighbors. ;-)
That is all for a Sunday.. stay cool everyone. Lemonade is on the house.
So even better right - he's home alone with the pups - life ain't so bad. Yeah he's got to mow the lawn but that can wait as it was 100 degrees outside. Mom and I do all those things - enjoyed the heck out of our movie (Julie & Julia) and make it home with freshly painted toe nails and happily loved feet. THEN - darling hubby tells me he's made dinner reservations!! I know - unreal right? And to a nice place! Granted it was a bit late but hey Mom and I were full of popcorn anyway. Nice dinner, good conversation, a bottle of wine very nice evening. Thanks honey that was really super fab!!!
Fast forward 12 hours - most of which we were sleeping... and apparently someone hit Bubba's cranky button. He's packing to head out of town, he's got to plan ahead for next weekend as he's home for exactly 5 hours then headed back out the door again so he's got to be ready... Now he asked me, if I had the time, to get him an air mattress... Friday was mellow I did the deed no big deal; until we get to Sunday morning and the ticked off fairy is dancing on Bubba's cranky button - oh lucky me. It's the wrong size - things are going to be tight - didn't you listen.. bla bla bla... .
Bubba - you can 1) take it back 2) get a freaking hotel room you cheap (never mind) or 3) live with it and have something we can actually use again in the future... thanks to time tables and a Mother-in-law in the house there was mumbling, grumbling and packing for said business trip. He is now out the door, sitting at the airport and I'm getting dressed up in 90 plus degree heat so I can support Mom in her Queen-dom next year. Not that big of a sacrifice as she's done more than that for me. Still these women have got to find another time of the year to do this stuff mid-August in DC was not designed for foundation garments and pantyhose... I may just strip and hose off in the back yard when I'm done.
Probably not I like my neighbors. ;-)
That is all for a Sunday.. stay cool everyone. Lemonade is on the house.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Sing with me now.... hot child in the city....
Or in my case - Hot Dogs in the suburbs... another hazy hot and humid weekend. Ain't life grand?
So, Mom is in town, we've had a great morning - fun with family gossip would be the theme but hey if you can't be catty with Mom who can you be? AND you know it stays between us girls...
Speaking of girls... we're off to do chick things, book store, pedicures, and a total chick flick.
Oh yeah then Bubba will be home. ;-) Love ya madly sweetie!
Anywho... it's nice just to kick back enjoy talk about everything and nothing, and still be in your pj's at 10:00 AM. Lazy is as lazy does.. and isn't it nice? Although Mom did comment on my reading material.. there has been an influx of bodice-rippers lately... hey it's my brain's version of junk food... heaven knows by backside certainly enjoys it. I sprinkle the history, mystery and other smart books in there but some days a gal just needs a fictional man to take her away. Because in my world if a gal needs romance she picks up a book, and buys her own flowers...
Speaking of flowers I do have to relate this one story...I did buy myself a 6.00 bouquet at the local grocery story - hey they were 6 bucks, sunny and pretty. (and darn it people like me!) ;-)
I digress - and they were lovely, I did manage to change the water and they stayed nice for a week, then this week caught up with me... I didn't change the water, they were on my dining room table, wilted, dried and well dead. (see previous post on me with living things) SOOO... Mom and I are sitting at the table, coffee, chat, and she keeps eyes my bouquet of the living dead... it was distracting... so I got up and gave them a proper burial - right into the trash can. Oh and before said repeated eye contact she did say something to the effort of "Oh honey those poor flowers - you need to deal with those"
No really Ma? I thought I'd leave them there as some sort of post-modern impressionist art of life is dried and wilt-y. And then I would say it with a French accent because well - they're French.
Off to enjoy my day - enjoy yours - or at least eat ice cream to make it better.
So, Mom is in town, we've had a great morning - fun with family gossip would be the theme but hey if you can't be catty with Mom who can you be? AND you know it stays between us girls...
Speaking of girls... we're off to do chick things, book store, pedicures, and a total chick flick.
Oh yeah then Bubba will be home. ;-) Love ya madly sweetie!
Anywho... it's nice just to kick back enjoy talk about everything and nothing, and still be in your pj's at 10:00 AM. Lazy is as lazy does.. and isn't it nice? Although Mom did comment on my reading material.. there has been an influx of bodice-rippers lately... hey it's my brain's version of junk food... heaven knows by backside certainly enjoys it. I sprinkle the history, mystery and other smart books in there but some days a gal just needs a fictional man to take her away. Because in my world if a gal needs romance she picks up a book, and buys her own flowers...
Speaking of flowers I do have to relate this one story...I did buy myself a 6.00 bouquet at the local grocery story - hey they were 6 bucks, sunny and pretty. (and darn it people like me!) ;-)
I digress - and they were lovely, I did manage to change the water and they stayed nice for a week, then this week caught up with me... I didn't change the water, they were on my dining room table, wilted, dried and well dead. (see previous post on me with living things) SOOO... Mom and I are sitting at the table, coffee, chat, and she keeps eyes my bouquet of the living dead... it was distracting... so I got up and gave them a proper burial - right into the trash can. Oh and before said repeated eye contact she did say something to the effort of "Oh honey those poor flowers - you need to deal with those"
No really Ma? I thought I'd leave them there as some sort of post-modern impressionist art of life is dried and wilt-y. And then I would say it with a French accent because well - they're French.
Off to enjoy my day - enjoy yours - or at least eat ice cream to make it better.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Everybody.... DANCE!!!
It's FRIDAY... we made it. I think.
First - ESPN thank you for screwing with my head all freaking night. It's been a week and then some-- I get home, relax, hubby is out the door, I sit down to enjoy STEELER FOOTBALL. They keep saying ESPN Monday Night football -- my brain stopped literally. I had to stop and think - no boys - it's THURSDAY you are not going to make me start this week again - not even for my Steelers. Every graphic, said Monday Night Football - they said Monday night football - I had to change the channel it was giving me a headache. Of course I flipped back... duh
Now I will warn everyone right now - Monday morning moods (MMM) will be a direct result to the quality of play and whether or not the Steelers won the Sunday previous. Deal with it. Co-workers have learned, you will too. ;-) As such, Steelers won, Pam my fellow code reviewer is back today, hubby is gone until Saturday and Mom is due in tonight. Things are looking up.
Of course I'm still at work, but reviews are done, software is out the door and done right... life boys and girls is good!! Hang tight something will blow up shortly. (it's my sunny disposition deal with it)
Am I the only one who noticed that Ben Roethlisberger is going blond? Ben, sweetie, I've heard you speak, adding chemicals to that noggin of yours is not a good thing. Blonds may have more fun - but stick to your natural hair color your head can't take much more. Ziggy Hood, nice play young man but you need a lot more seasoning before you can dance. Learn from those who surround you and do those colors proud - you've impressed me so far don't screw up this early.
Ok now that chick football talk is over I have one last thought on a big topic of the day... Michael Vick... I love my dogs - they are my babies. Michael; you were an idiot, you've paid for it dearly including paying to save some of the dogs you so mistreated. I sincerely hope you take this opportunity to play again in the NFL and use your position to speak out YOU can make a difference - listen to Tony Dungy.
(remember the title Random thoughts - they certainly were today) :-)
First - ESPN thank you for screwing with my head all freaking night. It's been a week and then some-- I get home, relax, hubby is out the door, I sit down to enjoy STEELER FOOTBALL. They keep saying ESPN Monday Night football -- my brain stopped literally. I had to stop and think - no boys - it's THURSDAY you are not going to make me start this week again - not even for my Steelers. Every graphic, said Monday Night Football - they said Monday night football - I had to change the channel it was giving me a headache. Of course I flipped back... duh
Now I will warn everyone right now - Monday morning moods (MMM) will be a direct result to the quality of play and whether or not the Steelers won the Sunday previous. Deal with it. Co-workers have learned, you will too. ;-) As such, Steelers won, Pam my fellow code reviewer is back today, hubby is gone until Saturday and Mom is due in tonight. Things are looking up.
Of course I'm still at work, but reviews are done, software is out the door and done right... life boys and girls is good!! Hang tight something will blow up shortly. (it's my sunny disposition deal with it)
Am I the only one who noticed that Ben Roethlisberger is going blond? Ben, sweetie, I've heard you speak, adding chemicals to that noggin of yours is not a good thing. Blonds may have more fun - but stick to your natural hair color your head can't take much more. Ziggy Hood, nice play young man but you need a lot more seasoning before you can dance. Learn from those who surround you and do those colors proud - you've impressed me so far don't screw up this early.
Ok now that chick football talk is over I have one last thought on a big topic of the day... Michael Vick... I love my dogs - they are my babies. Michael; you were an idiot, you've paid for it dearly including paying to save some of the dogs you so mistreated. I sincerely hope you take this opportunity to play again in the NFL and use your position to speak out YOU can make a difference - listen to Tony Dungy.
(remember the title Random thoughts - they certainly were today) :-)
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Up for air...
It is now completely official (as if there was a doubt) I am a nerd... and I have been one for a long time and just never you mind how long is long-- nebby. My sister sent me a joke involving computer and Abbot and Costello it was cute, it was funny, and I enjoyed it very much...
In my nerdy ways I replied to her that I didn't get it-- why? Because the first paragraph said if you get computers you will not enjoy this joke. My job is to 'get' computers. Therefore a nerd would not find this funny (remember I did... so move on). Think the guys on Big Bang Theory.
So my little nerdy joke spiraled into copied email to parents, child like name calling across the electronic miles and metaphorical tongue-sticking-outness. Ah siblings. We have since kissed and made up, and I've cleaned my computer screen - nothing screws up your view like chap stick on your monitor.. I mean really. No I don't have a web cam why do you ask?
Think about it gang...
All right now as we didn't have the daily drama that is the bus-drop-off, the morning was pretty zippo-do-dah and boy am I glad the truck knows the way to work. I mean who really is driving with their eyes open at o-dark-30? Also know as 5:45AM which is the time I pulled out of my drive way this morning. And to you sicko morning type people I say --- that time of day should come only once per day and involve a cocktail hour. That includes every former military man I've worked with who smiles and says "by that time of day I've completed more than you do all day" Well good for you zippy but I'm still awake at 9:00 PM like all the other grown ups.
Bubba did contemplate getting up with me this morning for an early AM drop off but when I woke his sleeping beauty and he asked the time I got a mumbled, I'll drive myself I want to sleep another hour. Of course you do. I resisted all temptation to wake him again just to say 'have a good day sweetheart' at full volume of course. And it really was an accident I hit the doorbell on my way out which caused both dogs to bark - in the bed room...
That should make up for the speaker phone calls at 3AM to the airlines all freaking winter to see if your flights were delayed. Remember boys; women are like elephants - we never forget. (and not the other picture you have in your mind...)
Should be a quiet weekend, Mom is in town so hopefully we'll have some grand family gossip to share, and Bubba is off on a guy's guys weekend. Shooting, golf, and other gentlemanly pursuits I want nothing to do with... enjoy sweetie. Mom will still be here when you get back... bwaa ha ha ha.
In my nerdy ways I replied to her that I didn't get it-- why? Because the first paragraph said if you get computers you will not enjoy this joke. My job is to 'get' computers. Therefore a nerd would not find this funny (remember I did... so move on). Think the guys on Big Bang Theory.
So my little nerdy joke spiraled into copied email to parents, child like name calling across the electronic miles and metaphorical tongue-sticking-outness. Ah siblings. We have since kissed and made up, and I've cleaned my computer screen - nothing screws up your view like chap stick on your monitor.. I mean really. No I don't have a web cam why do you ask?
Think about it gang...
All right now as we didn't have the daily drama that is the bus-drop-off, the morning was pretty zippo-do-dah and boy am I glad the truck knows the way to work. I mean who really is driving with their eyes open at o-dark-30? Also know as 5:45AM which is the time I pulled out of my drive way this morning. And to you sicko morning type people I say --- that time of day should come only once per day and involve a cocktail hour. That includes every former military man I've worked with who smiles and says "by that time of day I've completed more than you do all day" Well good for you zippy but I'm still awake at 9:00 PM like all the other grown ups.
Bubba did contemplate getting up with me this morning for an early AM drop off but when I woke his sleeping beauty and he asked the time I got a mumbled, I'll drive myself I want to sleep another hour. Of course you do. I resisted all temptation to wake him again just to say 'have a good day sweetheart' at full volume of course. And it really was an accident I hit the doorbell on my way out which caused both dogs to bark - in the bed room...
That should make up for the speaker phone calls at 3AM to the airlines all freaking winter to see if your flights were delayed. Remember boys; women are like elephants - we never forget. (and not the other picture you have in your mind...)
Should be a quiet weekend, Mom is in town so hopefully we'll have some grand family gossip to share, and Bubba is off on a guy's guys weekend. Shooting, golf, and other gentlemanly pursuits I want nothing to do with... enjoy sweetie. Mom will still be here when you get back... bwaa ha ha ha.
OMG
Up and out the door before the sun... in summer...drowning in code... must find coffee in an intravenous drip... left Bubba sleeping more later.. maybe... OMG its early.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
That hump is getting bigger every week...
First, thanks to my sister from another mother for the morning oh ick. ;-) she sent me an article about a motorcyclist who apparently had had enough of being stuck behind a motor home and passed him only to then hit the breaks (again study hard in school kids) the law of physics aren't really there to be screwed with... said larger object takes more force with which to stop - and hit said motorcycle and - well Oh ick. thanks Gigs for the reminder to be better to my fellow man while I am behind the wheel. That and to never stop short in front of a motor home.
http://www.fox5sandiego.com/news/kswb-biker-rage,0,6272692.story the link in case you're nosey (I would be).
Now most days are very good days - in spite of what you might read here. I have a job and we've got funding! While the search for a new one continues we don't have the racing panic of a few days ago; and as Martha would say that's a good thing. Bubba went out with the boys last night - another good thing as 1) No cooking and 2) sole control of the remote and 3) sole control of the remote; with no cooking. Of course without Bubba at home Shelby finds it necessary to sit in the front window and bark at every leaf, small creature and person walking by the house - at full volume then getting Violet all excited and - well she's a coon hound and baying inside the house has cracked a glass or two. Luckily Violet you can love and she'll hush, Shelby just looks at me, much like the husband (cocked head and blank expression) and then she goes back to sentry duty. But again it's all good.
I have also discovered there is a window of time for the bus drop off, if we hit 7:30 we watch that bus pull away and we do the "go get it" again, only this time there was no stopping as there was no one at that stop. So we do the giant loop around and I drop him off at the main bus stop. And then 5 minutes later arrive back where I started, and on my way to work. Note to self, do not leave house before 7:30, 7:35 is best, as that gives you 10 minutes to make a 5 minute drive and he can catch the 7:45 bus without chasing, cursing or grumping. (or blogging about it an hour later) ;-)
Now my question is when a person is dropping you off, chasing buses and then taking to a third location why would you grump at them? I'll chock it up to a morning thing and leave it at that. Really - no seriously. Otherwise that would be rude and ungrateful and that certainly isn't my pamper prince - I mean husband.
OH and a quick weather update, we've gone from boil lobster hot to simply summer in DC; again life ain't so bad and it ain't winter. Now back to code and more code and an update from Camp Cush-y also known as Steelers Training Camp 2009. And Coach Mike Tomlin-- I fully expect you to beat Arizona again on Thursday I don't care if its preseason or not-- deal with it. signed Every yinzer from PA to tim-buck-two*; including the one sitting in the 'burbs of DC.
*I know that isn't how you spell it but it reads better that way....
http://www.fox5sandiego.com/news/kswb-biker-rage,0,6272692.story the link in case you're nosey (I would be).
Now most days are very good days - in spite of what you might read here. I have a job and we've got funding! While the search for a new one continues we don't have the racing panic of a few days ago; and as Martha would say that's a good thing. Bubba went out with the boys last night - another good thing as 1) No cooking and 2) sole control of the remote and 3) sole control of the remote; with no cooking. Of course without Bubba at home Shelby finds it necessary to sit in the front window and bark at every leaf, small creature and person walking by the house - at full volume then getting Violet all excited and - well she's a coon hound and baying inside the house has cracked a glass or two. Luckily Violet you can love and she'll hush, Shelby just looks at me, much like the husband (cocked head and blank expression) and then she goes back to sentry duty. But again it's all good.
I have also discovered there is a window of time for the bus drop off, if we hit 7:30 we watch that bus pull away and we do the "go get it" again, only this time there was no stopping as there was no one at that stop. So we do the giant loop around and I drop him off at the main bus stop. And then 5 minutes later arrive back where I started, and on my way to work. Note to self, do not leave house before 7:30, 7:35 is best, as that gives you 10 minutes to make a 5 minute drive and he can catch the 7:45 bus without chasing, cursing or grumping. (or blogging about it an hour later) ;-)
Now my question is when a person is dropping you off, chasing buses and then taking to a third location why would you grump at them? I'll chock it up to a morning thing and leave it at that. Really - no seriously. Otherwise that would be rude and ungrateful and that certainly isn't my pamper prince - I mean husband.
OH and a quick weather update, we've gone from boil lobster hot to simply summer in DC; again life ain't so bad and it ain't winter. Now back to code and more code and an update from Camp Cush-y also known as Steelers Training Camp 2009. And Coach Mike Tomlin-- I fully expect you to beat Arizona again on Thursday I don't care if its preseason or not-- deal with it. signed Every yinzer from PA to tim-buck-two*; including the one sitting in the 'burbs of DC.
*I know that isn't how you spell it but it reads better that way....
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
You must talk to your signficant other dear...
My telepathic abilities have been lacking since (and before) that wondrous day almost 20 years ago when I married, and yet my darling Bubba has again looked at me as if I didn't get the mind-meld message. Apparently he's made plans with a co-worker to go out tonight, I don't know if this is one of the laid-off co-workers or not but plans were made... unknown to me.
I was up early this morning, don't ask me why for some reason my baby blues popped open and in spite of my best efforts to have them close again they remained stubbornly open. As such I was up, went through the usual puppy morning routine, then stayed downstairs with the news and a book... it was really early. To prevent the usual morning shout of "have you showered yet" I indeed was showering, dressed and ready. It was a smooth morning... until.
Until --my darling husband looked at me and said - "I guess I should drive since I have plans with (person) tonight." I didn't catch a name because I didn't hear anything after I should drive...
Um - dear what plans?
Picture him with the dog with his head cocked and that didn't you get the mind-meld message? look on his face...
Oh yeah plans with (insert name here)-- well you could pick me up at the metro.... or should I drive... it would be easier if I drove... yeah I'll drive....
Now while Bubba was going through this internal/external debate I'm standing there thinking if I hit him with my frying pan how long would I be in jail? And would Mom take care of the dogs? Instead he grabs his keys and decides to drive his newly repaired car into work....
I just smiled, and mumbled if you would have said something last night I would have been gone 45 minutes ago... (and I quote) "Oh? I thought I told you - I know I did yeah I told you."
No dear you didn't tell me this (at least out loud---see previous comment on mind melding) and haven't I loving said over and over again (read nag until I can't stand it) to put this stuff on the calendar in the kitchen? That is why it's there... MY stuff is on there...
Oh and on a side note I should probably apologize to the man in the small blue car who found it necessary to pull around the bus and in front of me... it was a mood, and I'm sure your retinas will heal in a week or so. (I flashed my ultra powerful high beam head lights into his rear view mirror as I was seriously contemplating a bumper to bumper meeting...) And here's another thought, don't cut off an SUV when you drive one of those small-no-power-tree-hugging cars... Read up son, the laws of physics are universal and you're lucky I can stand up and apply that much pressure to my breaks.
Before anyone gets grumpy about the tree-hugger comment I am totally for hugging trees, if that's you're thing, it just those roller skates on wheels have NO power and when you preform a pull around and in front of someone you might want to have a little get up and go so you don't end up a grease stain on my new tires...
and on a lighter note - today I love my boss... he must have felt my unhappiness 3 doors down, when the customer asked for delivered software in two (count them two) days and the idiot developer (read Code Jockey) says sure! I wanted to crawl through the phone and commit random acts of murder on his person. But the boss man spoke up and said things must be done right... you'll get it Friday. Yeah. Thanks for the back up boss... now about my long term employment opportunities...
I was up early this morning, don't ask me why for some reason my baby blues popped open and in spite of my best efforts to have them close again they remained stubbornly open. As such I was up, went through the usual puppy morning routine, then stayed downstairs with the news and a book... it was really early. To prevent the usual morning shout of "have you showered yet" I indeed was showering, dressed and ready. It was a smooth morning... until.
Until --my darling husband looked at me and said - "I guess I should drive since I have plans with (person) tonight." I didn't catch a name because I didn't hear anything after I should drive...
Um - dear what plans?
Picture him with the dog with his head cocked and that didn't you get the mind-meld message? look on his face...
Oh yeah plans with (insert name here)-- well you could pick me up at the metro.... or should I drive... it would be easier if I drove... yeah I'll drive....
Now while Bubba was going through this internal/external debate I'm standing there thinking if I hit him with my frying pan how long would I be in jail? And would Mom take care of the dogs? Instead he grabs his keys and decides to drive his newly repaired car into work....
I just smiled, and mumbled if you would have said something last night I would have been gone 45 minutes ago... (and I quote) "Oh? I thought I told you - I know I did yeah I told you."
No dear you didn't tell me this (at least out loud---see previous comment on mind melding) and haven't I loving said over and over again (read nag until I can't stand it) to put this stuff on the calendar in the kitchen? That is why it's there... MY stuff is on there...
Oh and on a side note I should probably apologize to the man in the small blue car who found it necessary to pull around the bus and in front of me... it was a mood, and I'm sure your retinas will heal in a week or so. (I flashed my ultra powerful high beam head lights into his rear view mirror as I was seriously contemplating a bumper to bumper meeting...) And here's another thought, don't cut off an SUV when you drive one of those small-no-power-tree-hugging cars... Read up son, the laws of physics are universal and you're lucky I can stand up and apply that much pressure to my breaks.
Before anyone gets grumpy about the tree-hugger comment I am totally for hugging trees, if that's you're thing, it just those roller skates on wheels have NO power and when you preform a pull around and in front of someone you might want to have a little get up and go so you don't end up a grease stain on my new tires...
and on a lighter note - today I love my boss... he must have felt my unhappiness 3 doors down, when the customer asked for delivered software in two (count them two) days and the idiot developer (read Code Jockey) says sure! I wanted to crawl through the phone and commit random acts of murder on his person. But the boss man spoke up and said things must be done right... you'll get it Friday. Yeah. Thanks for the back up boss... now about my long term employment opportunities...
Monday, August 10, 2009
And the other shoe brought friends...
Now I remember why I hate Mondays... the Staff Meeting (insert evil music here)
Three count them three software releases due FRIDAY. And reviews haven't started yet... NOT A ONE FOR THREE FREAKING RELEASES... Ahem, sorry didn't mean to shout. I mean really it's not that big of a deal, I'm the only reviewer for the code, and documentation has to be done too... I know I'll see that some time Friday. AND to make it more fun? Boss man says he really wants these releases done very well and very cleanly as they might be the "final" software releases for these particular programs. Oh just shoot me now.
I can see it coming: (picture it Northern VA this week)
me: "It doesn't match the standard, you have to fix this"
Code Jockey: "Ah works for me"
ME: "It doesn't matter if it works, you must do it like this..." (with sent detailed description)
Code Jockey: "Still works for me."
ME: (screaming on the inside) then me carefully speaking to said Code jockey like he's had a head injury... or soon about to have one.
Code Jockey: "So I have to change that?"
ME: Yes (you freaking moron!)
Code Jockey: "You'll have it Friday."
ME: banging my head on my desk in the hopes it just might make sense...
Oh and did I mention my usual Wednesday work at home is now ka-pout? (can't VPN code) I hate Mondays.
On the upside - the other code reviewer is back Friday... I'm clinging to that like the last life vest on the Titanic... I'll write again Saturday when I come up from under all that code.
Three count them three software releases due FRIDAY. And reviews haven't started yet... NOT A ONE FOR THREE FREAKING RELEASES... Ahem, sorry didn't mean to shout. I mean really it's not that big of a deal, I'm the only reviewer for the code, and documentation has to be done too... I know I'll see that some time Friday. AND to make it more fun? Boss man says he really wants these releases done very well and very cleanly as they might be the "final" software releases for these particular programs. Oh just shoot me now.
I can see it coming: (picture it Northern VA this week)
me: "It doesn't match the standard, you have to fix this"
Code Jockey: "Ah works for me"
ME: "It doesn't matter if it works, you must do it like this..." (with sent detailed description)
Code Jockey: "Still works for me."
ME: (screaming on the inside) then me carefully speaking to said Code jockey like he's had a head injury... or soon about to have one.
Code Jockey: "So I have to change that?"
ME: Yes (you freaking moron!)
Code Jockey: "You'll have it Friday."
ME: banging my head on my desk in the hopes it just might make sense...
Oh and did I mention my usual Wednesday work at home is now ka-pout? (can't VPN code) I hate Mondays.
On the upside - the other code reviewer is back Friday... I'm clinging to that like the last life vest on the Titanic... I'll write again Saturday when I come up from under all that code.
Shhhh be very very quiet...
Monday has started quietly, don't disturb it! SHHHH!!!! Bubba was dropped at the bus stop without incident, traffic (bless August) was wonderful, parking on G2 was just fine, boss is here (not great but Ok) and there isn't a whole lot of looming deadlines... so why am I worried? Because it's Monday silly rabbit and something is bound to happen but for right now... enjoy the peace... chant with me now....ooohhhwwhhhaatttaaaggggoooosseeeeiiiiiaaaammmmmmmmm. :-)
Of course the big news here today is the heat, hazy hot and humid the three H's of summer in DC, and you'd think the Devil himself was moving in from the breathless news reporting this morning. Don't step outside today! Your face will melt off! But if you have to go outside, wear clothing - ah light clothing that is... drink water and don't exercise in the sun after noon. (insert DUH here)
My pampered fanny will go from AC house to AC car, to AC office, back to AC car and back into AC home... and we will be picking dinner up as I'm not turning on that stove tonight either... Spoiled - you bet. Hey, we've still got lemon cake and berries so I'm not a complete pampered princess... its not that I'm trying to reach that status... I just haven't gotten there yet.
I'll update if the other flip flop falls... for now shhhhhhh
Of course the big news here today is the heat, hazy hot and humid the three H's of summer in DC, and you'd think the Devil himself was moving in from the breathless news reporting this morning. Don't step outside today! Your face will melt off! But if you have to go outside, wear clothing - ah light clothing that is... drink water and don't exercise in the sun after noon. (insert DUH here)
My pampered fanny will go from AC house to AC car, to AC office, back to AC car and back into AC home... and we will be picking dinner up as I'm not turning on that stove tonight either... Spoiled - you bet. Hey, we've still got lemon cake and berries so I'm not a complete pampered princess... its not that I'm trying to reach that status... I just haven't gotten there yet.
I'll update if the other flip flop falls... for now shhhhhhh
Sunday, August 9, 2009
A Sunday update...
Because I had to... So post lunch Bubba is off to run errands; which encompass a hair cut, a car wash, buying light bulbs, buying a special light bulb for over the stove, and a package of hot dogs for tonight's gourmet dinner. Don't expect spicy lettuce wraps with Chinese 5-spice chicken every freaking night of the week - there is a limit - and it's 95 degrees today.. too hot to think about cooking.
So knowing Bubba like I know Bubba he will be gone for hours - yes hours. Please do not ask what in that list will take him 2 plus hours because I have no idea. Me, I would be done and home in 45 minutes with lights - now with hair it would be two hours as me and Miss Carol have a very close relationship... I digress.
Into hour one I receive a phone call that he has managed to secure a massage appointment, for the third weekend in a row. Fine, go get rubbed and come home happy I am enjoying the peace and quiet. An estimated time of arrival home is given and we go back to enjoying said peace... fast forward another hour or so and here comes phone call number two. A hose has broken on his car and it's overheating, he can only drive a few blocks and then must pull over... he'll be home some time Tuesday. I offer to come get him, make the suggestion of a tow truck, instead he drops the car off at a local mechanic close to where he is and says pick me up at the metro - oh yeah and get the hot dogs because I haven't done that yet... don't ask.
Now did I mention that just today I paid a credit card bill containing a charge for $3700 for a previous car repair? AND he doesn't drive to work anymore? (see previous posts for bus stop fun) and now we are back in the shop - and wasn't it just last Sunday he was complaining about the price of my tires.... Can you feel the steam rising? And it's too hot for steam too so I'll just grump. Now he swears this repair will be reasonable, as it's a connector and not the hose itself, and, well, the coolant has to be replaced; which has to be flown in from Germany, on a private jet with precise temperature controls and then crated in a gold lined box to the Audi dealership then marked up again for the ride from there to the mechanic it will be at least $50 per quart and will take I'm sure somewhere in the neighborhood of 4 gallons. And he will still complain about the price I paid for four tires...
So much for Sunday serenity... it was fun while it lasted. Now I'm going to fold laundry and wonder what to wear to work tomorrow. Its supposed to be 100 degrees with humidity somewhere in boil-lobster-range (meaning you could take your lobster outside hold it for about 2 minutes and enjoy with drawn butter). Should be fun, I'll either need socks on my feet at work or wonder if I can strip down to undies to cool off if anyone would notice. Yeah they might...
Heaven help us as to what Monday could bring.
So knowing Bubba like I know Bubba he will be gone for hours - yes hours. Please do not ask what in that list will take him 2 plus hours because I have no idea. Me, I would be done and home in 45 minutes with lights - now with hair it would be two hours as me and Miss Carol have a very close relationship... I digress.
Into hour one I receive a phone call that he has managed to secure a massage appointment, for the third weekend in a row. Fine, go get rubbed and come home happy I am enjoying the peace and quiet. An estimated time of arrival home is given and we go back to enjoying said peace... fast forward another hour or so and here comes phone call number two. A hose has broken on his car and it's overheating, he can only drive a few blocks and then must pull over... he'll be home some time Tuesday. I offer to come get him, make the suggestion of a tow truck, instead he drops the car off at a local mechanic close to where he is and says pick me up at the metro - oh yeah and get the hot dogs because I haven't done that yet... don't ask.
Now did I mention that just today I paid a credit card bill containing a charge for $3700 for a previous car repair? AND he doesn't drive to work anymore? (see previous posts for bus stop fun) and now we are back in the shop - and wasn't it just last Sunday he was complaining about the price of my tires.... Can you feel the steam rising? And it's too hot for steam too so I'll just grump. Now he swears this repair will be reasonable, as it's a connector and not the hose itself, and, well, the coolant has to be replaced; which has to be flown in from Germany, on a private jet with precise temperature controls and then crated in a gold lined box to the Audi dealership then marked up again for the ride from there to the mechanic it will be at least $50 per quart and will take I'm sure somewhere in the neighborhood of 4 gallons. And he will still complain about the price I paid for four tires...
So much for Sunday serenity... it was fun while it lasted. Now I'm going to fold laundry and wonder what to wear to work tomorrow. Its supposed to be 100 degrees with humidity somewhere in boil-lobster-range (meaning you could take your lobster outside hold it for about 2 minutes and enjoy with drawn butter). Should be fun, I'll either need socks on my feet at work or wonder if I can strip down to undies to cool off if anyone would notice. Yeah they might...
Heaven help us as to what Monday could bring.
Hot enough for ya?
You betcha! ;-) I love hazy hot and humid it's like a rainy cold day in the winter, stay in, love the pups and get inside stuff done... but I hate to waste sunshine-- but after 45 seconds of enjoying said sunshine I'm hot, sticky, and looking for AC and a tall glass of water. Hard to believe 3 nights ago I was sleeping with the windows open and under a sheet... Mother Nature is apparently in a mood.
So... dinner last night was a great if messy success... Bubba liked the spicy chicken lettuce wraps, and the cake with the berries were a big hit. Nice to know I can still read and follow directions without fire or other type mishaps... although I did nearly miss an egg in the cake mixture but found it in plenty of time and did not upset the flour-lemon juice - repeat and repeat symbiotic input to cake making. Now here is the question why do recipes do that? Put in one egg at the time, then alternate flour and juice then spin around three times before you put it in the oven, make the sign of the cross as you slide it in and maybe you'll be able to eat this without gagging.
Or maybe that's just my method to ensure the last 30 minutes of my life weren't wasted.
I have also come to realize that I am a very messy cook, I made this brilliant deduction this morning as I faced this mound of dishes and discovered flour, sugar and general mess everywhere... but it is clean now and since Bubba isn't home it will stay that way until exactly .5 seconds after his return. I think he hides dirty glasses around the house and when he sees that the sink is empty he finds one and places it in my newly cleaned sink. He must think an empty sink is a lonely sink. Someday I may just kill him for that, but the doctor said these new meds will ease those moods. ;-)
Although it was a great deal of fun to watch my mother nearly choke the living life out of said husband when he pulled the great-dirty-glass-in-a-clean-sink routine while she was here and I was laid up. My 5'2" mother got all up in his face and proceeded to show said husband how one can, without risk to fingers or limbs, put a glass in a dishwasher. Too bad the lesson didn't stick but it was still fun to watch.
So, I'm off to pay bills while we still have paychecks coming in and do laundry and enjoy NATIONAL BOOK LOVERS DAY... Read a book, expand your mind or just forget the world around you with a broad chested Highlander :-)
Monday!
So... dinner last night was a great if messy success... Bubba liked the spicy chicken lettuce wraps, and the cake with the berries were a big hit. Nice to know I can still read and follow directions without fire or other type mishaps... although I did nearly miss an egg in the cake mixture but found it in plenty of time and did not upset the flour-lemon juice - repeat and repeat symbiotic input to cake making. Now here is the question why do recipes do that? Put in one egg at the time, then alternate flour and juice then spin around three times before you put it in the oven, make the sign of the cross as you slide it in and maybe you'll be able to eat this without gagging.
Or maybe that's just my method to ensure the last 30 minutes of my life weren't wasted.
I have also come to realize that I am a very messy cook, I made this brilliant deduction this morning as I faced this mound of dishes and discovered flour, sugar and general mess everywhere... but it is clean now and since Bubba isn't home it will stay that way until exactly .5 seconds after his return. I think he hides dirty glasses around the house and when he sees that the sink is empty he finds one and places it in my newly cleaned sink. He must think an empty sink is a lonely sink. Someday I may just kill him for that, but the doctor said these new meds will ease those moods. ;-)
Although it was a great deal of fun to watch my mother nearly choke the living life out of said husband when he pulled the great-dirty-glass-in-a-clean-sink routine while she was here and I was laid up. My 5'2" mother got all up in his face and proceeded to show said husband how one can, without risk to fingers or limbs, put a glass in a dishwasher. Too bad the lesson didn't stick but it was still fun to watch.
So, I'm off to pay bills while we still have paychecks coming in and do laundry and enjoy NATIONAL BOOK LOVERS DAY... Read a book, expand your mind or just forget the world around you with a broad chested Highlander :-)
Monday!
Saturday, August 8, 2009
A rare update
OK so I found two recipes that look good, we'll see how they go. I managed to write 9 pages today, my brain is a bit dead but it was fun to sit and let the story out.
I'll let you all know how well spicy chicken lettuce wraps and lemon pound cake with blueberries turned out... off to shop.
I'll let you all know how well spicy chicken lettuce wraps and lemon pound cake with blueberries turned out... off to shop.
Ah Saturday...
Weekends are just fab aren't' they? You get to sleep in -- to a point Shelby's bladder has a definite time limit. And once I'm up I'm generally up now that doesn't mean I'm productive I have crawled back into bed and read a half a book some dreary Sunday morning post puppy breakfast routine.
This morning we were up and moving, Bob is off to work for part of the day, after he goes to the post office to get his passport updated. I would really hate to leave him behind on our anniversary cruise... really seriously. I hear snickering (crap I think it's me). So I get to enjoy peace and quiet... so I decided to weed out my new plants, that have managed not only to survive in my presence but actually grow. I say this as I not only have a black thumb (as opposed to green) but 9 times out of 10 when I bring a living thing into the house it tends to wilt and turn brown before I realize it needed water or dirt. Any who... I have 6 count them 6 thriving plants outside my house it replaced the dying bush next to the air conditioner unit. So I'm tending to them now. We will see if they survive the winter... which thankfully is many many months off... please god.
So now with breakfast in me and caffeine happily beginning it's morning dance the day is looking good. I do have to clean out the fridge... ick but it does need to be done and if I'm saying that you know there are things that are starting to plot a breakout. Then I think I'll try a new recipe for dinner tonight, unless I read it and decide for all that mess he can take my fanny out. We'll see how that works out. Generally that tends to run into mood things.... I'm debating between pasta and fish... hum... can you combo those? Search later.
So 'let me sum up'* fridge, dishes, and my first hour facing a blank screen to see if I can actually write down the stories in my head. According to Nora Roberts that's how she got started - well that and as a method in which to avoid killing her children while snowed in... I don't have that push but I have a restlessness that I need to finally step up and try-- and not get all wrapped up in the rules on the freaking website about how to do it and how to send it in. I'll just put pen to paper (electronically) and see what I can do.
* oh and to get me the following movies and such are required viewing (in no particular order) The Princess Bride, Steel Magnolias, anything with Russell Crowe in it, Eddie Izzard, John Pinnette, Jeff Dunham, and it just might help to know my crazy family but I won't hold it against you... ;-)
Enjoy your Saturday and remember even the worst day of your life is a gift - that you will remember as a learning opportunity many many days from now. :-)
This morning we were up and moving, Bob is off to work for part of the day, after he goes to the post office to get his passport updated. I would really hate to leave him behind on our anniversary cruise... really seriously. I hear snickering (crap I think it's me). So I get to enjoy peace and quiet... so I decided to weed out my new plants, that have managed not only to survive in my presence but actually grow. I say this as I not only have a black thumb (as opposed to green) but 9 times out of 10 when I bring a living thing into the house it tends to wilt and turn brown before I realize it needed water or dirt. Any who... I have 6 count them 6 thriving plants outside my house it replaced the dying bush next to the air conditioner unit. So I'm tending to them now. We will see if they survive the winter... which thankfully is many many months off... please god.
So now with breakfast in me and caffeine happily beginning it's morning dance the day is looking good. I do have to clean out the fridge... ick but it does need to be done and if I'm saying that you know there are things that are starting to plot a breakout. Then I think I'll try a new recipe for dinner tonight, unless I read it and decide for all that mess he can take my fanny out. We'll see how that works out. Generally that tends to run into mood things.... I'm debating between pasta and fish... hum... can you combo those? Search later.
So 'let me sum up'* fridge, dishes, and my first hour facing a blank screen to see if I can actually write down the stories in my head. According to Nora Roberts that's how she got started - well that and as a method in which to avoid killing her children while snowed in... I don't have that push but I have a restlessness that I need to finally step up and try-- and not get all wrapped up in the rules on the freaking website about how to do it and how to send it in. I'll just put pen to paper (electronically) and see what I can do.
* oh and to get me the following movies and such are required viewing (in no particular order) The Princess Bride, Steel Magnolias, anything with Russell Crowe in it, Eddie Izzard, John Pinnette, Jeff Dunham, and it just might help to know my crazy family but I won't hold it against you... ;-)
Enjoy your Saturday and remember even the worst day of your life is a gift - that you will remember as a learning opportunity many many days from now. :-)
Friday, August 7, 2009
Another piece of my youth is gone...
John Hughes died yesterday at age 59, he was the director of every teenage movie of my youth, The Breakfast Club, Sixteen Candles, Mr. Mom, Uncle Buck-- basically anything staring Molly Ringwald... another piece of my youth is just gone... first Farrah Fawcett (my hair style... she's all through my year books) my music... Micheal Jackson (face it - the man could dance and you remembered the music) and now my movies... Cripes I'm old.
One thing I have to say is those movies had a basic message, be who you are in the end it all worked out... I never did reach the princess status but I was firmly entrenched in the nerd/ semi-jock role. I didn't like High School a whole lot - oh there were moments you look back on and smile but I enjoyed College a whole lot more...
Ok trip down old people lane is over. Couple of other thoughts for a Friday...
In my never ending search for the magic figure-your-husband-out key I pose this... the usual morning routine is this; alarm goes off, Shelby is up and in my face, I get up, me and pups go downstairs, they go outside, we all potty (me inside thank you very much) then doggie breakfast, Shelby is done in approximately .9 seconds, Violet 20 minutes later if she's in the mood to eat, then upstairs, shower and on we go...
The wrinkle comes with the husband's alarm - I hear it, he turns it off then shouts --literally --shouts at me to ask me if I've showered yet... um dear... (think dumbass) if I'm not upstairs yet then I haven't showered yet - you know this routine as well as I do....WHY do you find it necessary every freaking morning to shout at me to ask the SAME STUPID QUESTION? Only to roll over and go back to sleep... it would be wrong to toss cold water on his sleeping backside right? Yeah that would be wrong... and he'd be cranky while it would be fun for a minute, cranky Bubba in the morning is not much fun. Maybe I'll just put peanut butter on his toes one Sunday morning and let the puppies have at it. (insert evil grin here)
And finally... Bubba's frat buddies aka his co-workers. There aren't many women in the new place so the guy jokes are coming fast and furious... yeah... and now he's sharing. I'm putting dinner together last night and he's laughing and telling me all about a slip of the email that only men could find funny... I'm glad your happy honey but it just confirms that boys reach age 12 in humor and that's it. Oh the jokes might get dirtier as the years go on, but the context is the same... why else would American Pie have 12 zillion sequels and still make money...
Anything to beat back the stress of laying people off and wondering when the pink slip is coming your direction... Ah Friday... let the quiet dead of the office begin... continue... back to resume polishing...
Later!
One thing I have to say is those movies had a basic message, be who you are in the end it all worked out... I never did reach the princess status but I was firmly entrenched in the nerd/ semi-jock role. I didn't like High School a whole lot - oh there were moments you look back on and smile but I enjoyed College a whole lot more...
Ok trip down old people lane is over. Couple of other thoughts for a Friday...
In my never ending search for the magic figure-your-husband-out key I pose this... the usual morning routine is this; alarm goes off, Shelby is up and in my face, I get up, me and pups go downstairs, they go outside, we all potty (me inside thank you very much) then doggie breakfast, Shelby is done in approximately .9 seconds, Violet 20 minutes later if she's in the mood to eat, then upstairs, shower and on we go...
The wrinkle comes with the husband's alarm - I hear it, he turns it off then shouts --literally --shouts at me to ask me if I've showered yet... um dear... (think dumbass) if I'm not upstairs yet then I haven't showered yet - you know this routine as well as I do....WHY do you find it necessary every freaking morning to shout at me to ask the SAME STUPID QUESTION? Only to roll over and go back to sleep... it would be wrong to toss cold water on his sleeping backside right? Yeah that would be wrong... and he'd be cranky while it would be fun for a minute, cranky Bubba in the morning is not much fun. Maybe I'll just put peanut butter on his toes one Sunday morning and let the puppies have at it. (insert evil grin here)
And finally... Bubba's frat buddies aka his co-workers. There aren't many women in the new place so the guy jokes are coming fast and furious... yeah... and now he's sharing. I'm putting dinner together last night and he's laughing and telling me all about a slip of the email that only men could find funny... I'm glad your happy honey but it just confirms that boys reach age 12 in humor and that's it. Oh the jokes might get dirtier as the years go on, but the context is the same... why else would American Pie have 12 zillion sequels and still make money...
Anything to beat back the stress of laying people off and wondering when the pink slip is coming your direction... Ah Friday... let the quiet dead of the office begin... continue... back to resume polishing...
Later!
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Daily Drama?
I have worked at Large Nameless Company for almost 15 years and in the past 30 days I have called the help desk more than the last 14.75 years combined. Granted I have a new toy which had to be configured, locked down, and registered with big brother @ Large Nameless Company. Which ironically is the IT help email address with the additional .com of course.
So today being Thursday I know my laptop of indeterminate age is going to puke electrons because it ate VPN yesterday (i.e. we worked from home) generally one to two reboots later it happily sucks Large Nameless Company's electrons again. This Thursday after 3 reboots unplugging the network cable, checking with the guy down the hall my laptop is still not talking to the network. So... for the upteemth time this month I call the help desk, walk through some config this and renew that and still zippo my call has been sent to the local guys who have to go flip a switch. Now as I'm in early this morning I wonder how long I'm going to have to wait for said switch flipping.
I've read the Express I picked up at breakfast and here I sit (then) handwriting my daily thoughts. Target is dangerously close and in another 10 minutes I'm going to buy reading material. Staring at beige walls even those covered with Russell Crowe movie posters is only good for 30-60 minutes tops, plus there is that whole napping at work thing....
So 2 more phone calls, config this IP address that, and wha-la I'm back in the land of on line. Thank goodness, it's so hard to look busy without an Internet to surf... plus I've got to get back on the job hunting.
Oh and I have to call the help desk again today my new toy is on the fritz again... I sure hope I don't hit the Large Nameless Corporation's help desk call limit. Then again that might be fun so when my computer barfs again I can sit and read the paper until my help center number is reset.. yeah yeah just wishful thinking.
More later or not ;-)
So today being Thursday I know my laptop of indeterminate age is going to puke electrons because it ate VPN yesterday (i.e. we worked from home) generally one to two reboots later it happily sucks Large Nameless Company's electrons again. This Thursday after 3 reboots unplugging the network cable, checking with the guy down the hall my laptop is still not talking to the network. So... for the upteemth time this month I call the help desk, walk through some config this and renew that and still zippo my call has been sent to the local guys who have to go flip a switch. Now as I'm in early this morning I wonder how long I'm going to have to wait for said switch flipping.
I've read the Express I picked up at breakfast and here I sit (then) handwriting my daily thoughts. Target is dangerously close and in another 10 minutes I'm going to buy reading material. Staring at beige walls even those covered with Russell Crowe movie posters is only good for 30-60 minutes tops, plus there is that whole napping at work thing....
So 2 more phone calls, config this IP address that, and wha-la I'm back in the land of on line. Thank goodness, it's so hard to look busy without an Internet to surf... plus I've got to get back on the job hunting.
Oh and I have to call the help desk again today my new toy is on the fritz again... I sure hope I don't hit the
More later or not ;-)
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Over the hump day.... totally groovy
I love Wednesdays. I work from home on Wednesdays, drop off Bubba, on time no rushing no chasing a what a difference 10 minutes make....
Came back home, cleaned my kitchen, just remembered I didn't start the dishwasher, made breakfast and put in a very productive first hour of the day. The hour I would usually spend behind the wheel of my car... and inventing new words for idiots on the beltway and the incredible color blindness that occurs when lights turn yellow or red. Or the man in the snazzy car yesterday who nearly became my new bumper because I don't run yellow lights. As a rule - I'm not perfect but too many cameras and it would be my just my luck to hit the $100 jackpot in the red light camera lottery.
It was a nice change of pace to be so busy yesterday but sheesh couldn't we spread that out a bit? Things today promise to be quieter. Good and bad, when working from home I really work hard to make sure things are caught up and try to do the project I've tucked into a corner... don't want to abuse this benefit...
Shelby is funny when she's sleeping, her one ear is up like the silent radar in case she might miss something. Violet on the other hand her one ear will flop over her eyes like a doggie sleeping mask as if to say "I'm sleeping please don't bother me..." my pampered princess pup.
Some days it's nice not to have too much drama... but it doesn't make for very entertaining writing. Maybe after a nap and some updates from Steeler Training camp.
Came back home, cleaned my kitchen, just remembered I didn't start the dishwasher, made breakfast and put in a very productive first hour of the day. The hour I would usually spend behind the wheel of my car... and inventing new words for idiots on the beltway and the incredible color blindness that occurs when lights turn yellow or red. Or the man in the snazzy car yesterday who nearly became my new bumper because I don't run yellow lights. As a rule - I'm not perfect but too many cameras and it would be my just my luck to hit the $100 jackpot in the red light camera lottery.
It was a nice change of pace to be so busy yesterday but sheesh couldn't we spread that out a bit? Things today promise to be quieter. Good and bad, when working from home I really work hard to make sure things are caught up and try to do the project I've tucked into a corner... don't want to abuse this benefit...
Shelby is funny when she's sleeping, her one ear is up like the silent radar in case she might miss something. Violet on the other hand her one ear will flop over her eyes like a doggie sleeping mask as if to say "I'm sleeping please don't bother me..." my pampered princess pup.
Some days it's nice not to have too much drama... but it doesn't make for very entertaining writing. Maybe after a nap and some updates from Steeler Training camp.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
My Monday moved to Tuesday
Still on time for the bus, now he thinks he has time to sit in my car and chat... GET OUT. Not that I don't love Bubba -- but mornings are not time for conversation, get out of my car and keep that morning banter to yourself. I would be the lead anchor for the anti-Today show. Funny idea now that I think about it... 2 grumpy people slurping coffee, yeah morning another day, look get a shower and do something with that hair, the coffee is cooking... traffic sucks, it's hot, more later... cripes it's early. Ok maybe just me.
Traffic was no fun this morning it's freaking August - August in DC is lovely, its 100 degrees with 1000 percent humidity and folks leave town... traffic is a freaking breeze. Except for today, because apparently there was too much sunshine so people had to hit each other just to make sure we really appreciate the rainy days.
So... finally get to work, plenty of time for my 9AM conference call things are going well.... until I tried to get into the parking garage... pass card didn't work... pull up pull back, take it off the windshield and wave it around (I'm sure I looked like freaking idiot) still no success - push the magic button to parking garage gods (played by Abu from the Simpsons) but he wasn't there it was just a lonely ringing sound... and the clock ticked closer and closer to that 9:00 AM deadline... so backed out swung around to Target parked there ran to the office, barked at the lovely woman who handles all this then ran to my office.... for a 5 minute call that was "we just got new marching orders we'll call y'all tomorrow and let you know." I chewed the phone cord, grabbed my purse to move my car... as my parking pass was part of the great parking lot meltdown of 8:45 AM. I trotted off to Target and proceeded to nab the next to last spot on the G2 level; thank goodness because I hate G3, it's dark, its creepy... ewwww.
As I return to my place of employment (for now) and humbly apologize for any cranky words spoken to the very nice woman who handles the details I started my day again. The usual, reviews and the like, my second conference call of the day was all of 10 minutes where the company "running" this mess starts arguing within themselves then puts the conference on hold, then the conference call woman says "this call has ended at the request of the host, please hang up." I had to laugh there was nothing else to do... and the look of dis-belief on my co-workers faces were fun too... because I probably had the same one.
So the question for the day is... why did I get out of bed?
Traffic was no fun this morning it's freaking August - August in DC is lovely, its 100 degrees with 1000 percent humidity and folks leave town... traffic is a freaking breeze. Except for today, because apparently there was too much sunshine so people had to hit each other just to make sure we really appreciate the rainy days.
So... finally get to work, plenty of time for my 9AM conference call things are going well.... until I tried to get into the parking garage... pass card didn't work... pull up pull back, take it off the windshield and wave it around (I'm sure I looked like freaking idiot) still no success - push the magic button to parking garage gods (played by Abu from the Simpsons) but he wasn't there it was just a lonely ringing sound... and the clock ticked closer and closer to that 9:00 AM deadline... so backed out swung around to Target parked there ran to the office, barked at the lovely woman who handles all this then ran to my office.... for a 5 minute call that was "we just got new marching orders we'll call y'all tomorrow and let you know." I chewed the phone cord, grabbed my purse to move my car... as my parking pass was part of the great parking lot meltdown of 8:45 AM. I trotted off to Target and proceeded to nab the next to last spot on the G2 level; thank goodness because I hate G3, it's dark, its creepy... ewwww.
As I return to my place of employment (for now) and humbly apologize for any cranky words spoken to the very nice woman who handles the details I started my day again. The usual, reviews and the like, my second conference call of the day was all of 10 minutes where the company "running" this mess starts arguing within themselves then puts the conference on hold, then the conference call woman says "this call has ended at the request of the host, please hang up." I had to laugh there was nothing else to do... and the look of dis-belief on my co-workers faces were fun too... because I probably had the same one.
So the question for the day is... why did I get out of bed?
Monday, August 3, 2009
Movie Review
Got the hubby to see 'The Ugly Truth' good romantic comedy with enough guy humor to keep the hubby happy. Good way to kill a hazy, hot and humid Sunday afternoon and a bag of popcorn.
He liked that one better than 'The Proposal' but I like Sandra Bullock.
He didn't care for the new Adam Sandler movie- he went with this buddies and complained it wasn't funny enough... um did you see the preview? Total chick flick... go see GI Joe with the boys.
And should I worry that they are advertising the crap out of Julia/Julie movie? I really want to see it... thank goodness for girlfriends.
Thus end the movie reviews... when is Russell's new movie due out?
3:10 to Yuma was on Showtime... always willing to spend a few minutes with Ben Wade and company, good story.
Anyone watching Merlin on TV? Interesting story.
Oh and the SyFy network has two shows the hubby and I are enjoying; Warehouse 13 and Eureka. It has plot, action, humor and just enough fantastic stuff to really make it fun.
Conference calls are such a good time to dump random thoughts from one's slowly waking Monday brain... all done now.
He liked that one better than 'The Proposal' but I like Sandra Bullock.
He didn't care for the new Adam Sandler movie- he went with this buddies and complained it wasn't funny enough... um did you see the preview? Total chick flick... go see GI Joe with the boys.
And should I worry that they are advertising the crap out of Julia/Julie movie? I really want to see it... thank goodness for girlfriends.
Thus end the movie reviews... when is Russell's new movie due out?
3:10 to Yuma was on Showtime... always willing to spend a few minutes with Ben Wade and company, good story.
Anyone watching Merlin on TV? Interesting story.
Oh and the SyFy network has two shows the hubby and I are enjoying; Warehouse 13 and Eureka. It has plot, action, humor and just enough fantastic stuff to really make it fun.
Conference calls are such a good time to dump random thoughts from one's slowly waking Monday brain... all done now.
Monday....Monday....
Ok so it's Monday, but I feel pretty wearing my new sundress, thank you JC Penny and your on line coupons. We live for the discount, and now is probably a good time to buy new clothes, interviews coming and the potential for lack of paychecks....
So what a difference 10 minutes make, no bus chasing, no doors slamming, just pull into the parking lot, drop him off and away I go to another productive day at work (ignore the snort). Days should start without drama. I felt bad that Shelby was very needy puppy this morning, she wanted to be next to me or Bubba all morning, it's hard to put her in the crate with those eyes staring at you... then then you pull the treat out of your pocket the drool starts and she's forgotten all about your leaving...ah to be Shelby.
I have to ask -- is my hubby is the only person on the good green earth who researches a purchase after it's made... my new tires. This has been a major bone of contention between the two of us, the guy said they were needed, hubby said no, he wasn't here I thought it was a decent deal so I bought them. It's my car dangit 50 miles a day on them!! Anywho... Sunday he's on the computer and he's shouting over the TV to tell me per tire how much I overspent... it's a good thing there was a wall between us. And never you mind what I mumbled or might have gestured... "it was more of a gesture really"
The outcome of that mess is that I will never - ever - never - ever again do anything for my car... it's up to the hubster... stay tuned in 6 months I will write of having to call a tow truck on the Washington DC beltway because this that or the other has fallen off my car and he didn't tend to it... there will be news stories of a disturbance in the force on that day. Trust me-- me and car repairs are not good friends. Car, put in gas, turn key and go. I want simple.
Ok so I got a call from a recruiter Friday when I was basking in the glow of working from home... can't hurt to call and see what's up. More later unless this proves to be the usual Monday.
So what a difference 10 minutes make, no bus chasing, no doors slamming, just pull into the parking lot, drop him off and away I go to another productive day at work (ignore the snort). Days should start without drama. I felt bad that Shelby was very needy puppy this morning, she wanted to be next to me or Bubba all morning, it's hard to put her in the crate with those eyes staring at you... then then you pull the treat out of your pocket the drool starts and she's forgotten all about your leaving...ah to be Shelby.
I have to ask -- is my hubby is the only person on the good green earth who researches a purchase after it's made... my new tires. This has been a major bone of contention between the two of us, the guy said they were needed, hubby said no, he wasn't here I thought it was a decent deal so I bought them. It's my car dangit 50 miles a day on them!! Anywho... Sunday he's on the computer and he's shouting over the TV to tell me per tire how much I overspent... it's a good thing there was a wall between us. And never you mind what I mumbled or might have gestured... "it was more of a gesture really"
The outcome of that mess is that I will never - ever - never - ever again do anything for my car... it's up to the hubster... stay tuned in 6 months I will write of having to call a tow truck on the Washington DC beltway because this that or the other has fallen off my car and he didn't tend to it... there will be news stories of a disturbance in the force on that day. Trust me-- me and car repairs are not good friends. Car, put in gas, turn key and go. I want simple.
Ok so I got a call from a recruiter Friday when I was basking in the glow of working from home... can't hurt to call and see what's up. More later unless this proves to be the usual Monday.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
An unplanned Saturday
Could anything be better than an unplanned Saturday? Maybe an unplanned Sunday with football but then that would be a plan, especially when you have to find a place to watch your team play, thankfully Steeler Nation is far and wide and rarely do we have a problem finding a place to see our game.
So the painter had to cancel today, but we've rescheduled for Monday. Boss will be thrilled when I manage to get to work by lunchtime... or so. I'll deal with that Monday I've got two days without a plan or worry and maybe some good family gossip to hear post birthday party I've not manage to make again.
I doubt anyone will miss us and I'll see Emma later; I think it's better to spend more one and one time than all that mess of a kid's birthday party. Besides I'd be more inclined to talk to my brother and make sure he's all right, losing Shady and now laid off no stones to tell his wife we have to life on the cheap.... not my place...
So maybe more later as unplanned day is loaded with potential and all manner of possible ways to screw it up.
So the painter had to cancel today, but we've rescheduled for Monday. Boss will be thrilled when I manage to get to work by lunchtime... or so. I'll deal with that Monday I've got two days without a plan or worry and maybe some good family gossip to hear post birthday party I've not manage to make again.
I doubt anyone will miss us and I'll see Emma later; I think it's better to spend more one and one time than all that mess of a kid's birthday party. Besides I'd be more inclined to talk to my brother and make sure he's all right, losing Shady and now laid off no stones to tell his wife we have to life on the cheap.... not my place...
So maybe more later as unplanned day is loaded with potential and all manner of possible ways to screw it up.
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