Aren't they just grand? All set up and working hard from home. Tended to emails, have work documentation up and am busily working hard...
Plus made it to the lodge to get the freezer fixed - as I was mopping up 6 pounds of water that was melted ice in the freezer... and in my gown. Fun! And I get to go in late Friday to meet up and get thing tended... yeah tough life there. ;-)
Swung by Starbucks for a mocha and very very happy with chocolate and caffeine dancing in my system... ah life is good. Had to cancel the lunch date due to work stuff but hey it's work!
The only downer is that I can't get hold of the decorator - she was supposed to be here today... haven't heard from her, starting to worry and really starting to get ticked. It will be done this week if I have to drag her here kicking and screaming - and it won't be pretty. I want this room done so I can get other things tended to!! Move it lady!
Still listening to Pittsburgh Sports Radio - covered the coach's press conference yesterday - that's all well and good Coach that you're positive and upbeat to the press but you better be yelling like a scorn woman at those boys in the locker room - you will not lose another game. The city will turn on you quickly and it will be ugly. Of course I was reminded by several Washington Redskins Fans - one who commented here, that we didn't lose to a team that hadn't won a game in nearly 2 years... no we didn't but this is the mentality of a Steeler Fan - we do not accept losing to the Bungles, the Brownies or Baltimore birdies well... its just who we are... not to mention New England, Dallas, San Diego.... I digress.
Now Friday - Friday will be fun, there is Hockey back on TV... the Stanley Cup Champions will raise the banner Friday night and Versus will be broadcasting that ceremony... very cool!!! (we are the champions...) But Hockey season is a long season and I've got to go read the article in the Washington Post about Alex Ovechkin's year... I really hope not.. but boy are Caps and Pens games fun to watch. Sid, Gino and Alex are all young men so it's going to be fun for a number of years. Remember girls hockey can let you get out all that passive aggressive bull chips in a fun safe atmosphere and they serve beer! Yell, scream and enjoy.
OK puppies have settled in for the morning, I don't have anything ahead of me except (shock) work! So I'll sign off and tell everyone to enjoy their hump day... and have a great dinner - you deserve it. Now to find someone else to cook it... ;-)
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Another Lemon of a day
And don't tell me to make Lemonade... there isn't enough sugar to make this morning sweet enough. Let us begin with sleeping a bit late to make my 9:00 AM telcon; ah well I can dial in from the car, done it before will do it again. BUT... when I got on the southbound interstate and sat and sat and sat then got on the beltway and moved for 15 yards then sat and sat then got on the last road and sat and sat and sat... 2 hours and 10 minutes later I have vowed that I will bring my laptop home with me every night - so when the southbound route looks like it did today - I will turn my happy fanny around and work from home.
I want a new office for Christmas... no I want a new job for Halloween. Costume changes not required.
Sigh. So now I am here and I was reminded there is a big U2 concert at Fed Ex Field tonight... KILL ME NOW. I'm leaving here at 1:30 and finishing my day at home anything on a regular night at that field causes traffic headache - Aunt Ing cannot do it again tonight. Several reasons the first being my sanity (shaky at best I know) plus I have to be dressed, ready and at a lady's house by 6PM, if I leave later than post lunch I won't make it.
However I can say that blackberry was terribly handy to have with me, I got a doctor's appointment, an oil change appointment, and a flower arrangement ordered all while sitting in my car. Heck install a bathroom method and I could darn near run my life from my car.... and that is too depressing to think about any more.
Ok I'm going to get some lunch, cruise the newspapers for a bit, complete my to do list when I get home and then pack it all up and head out. Perhaps when I get home there will be good news I think we could all use some don't you? And if we lack that in real life, there is always hulu.com and you can watch old TV shows that make you laugh.
That is all.
I want a new office for Christmas... no I want a new job for Halloween. Costume changes not required.
Sigh. So now I am here and I was reminded there is a big U2 concert at Fed Ex Field tonight... KILL ME NOW. I'm leaving here at 1:30 and finishing my day at home anything on a regular night at that field causes traffic headache - Aunt Ing cannot do it again tonight. Several reasons the first being my sanity (shaky at best I know) plus I have to be dressed, ready and at a lady's house by 6PM, if I leave later than post lunch I won't make it.
However I can say that blackberry was terribly handy to have with me, I got a doctor's appointment, an oil change appointment, and a flower arrangement ordered all while sitting in my car. Heck install a bathroom method and I could darn near run my life from my car.... and that is too depressing to think about any more.
Ok I'm going to get some lunch, cruise the newspapers for a bit, complete my to do list when I get home and then pack it all up and head out. Perhaps when I get home there will be good news I think we could all use some don't you? And if we lack that in real life, there is always hulu.com and you can watch old TV shows that make you laugh.
That is all.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Don't talk to me...
Just don't... I can't freaking believe it - they lost - they snatched losing out of the hands of victory! THEY FREAKING LOST TO THE FREAKING BUNGLES.... have you no pride? Where was that number one flipping defense and don't give me this Troy is hurt bull chips... he's one guy - there are 11 others on the field right? are you all not paid freaking professionals? DO you have ANY idea of the foolishness this will cause? You HANDED Chad my-name-is-a-bastardized-Spanish-number weeks of press? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?
And now I sit here listening to Pittsburgh Sports Radio - and they are mirroring my emotions - thank you boys keep it angry all week and keep hammering those "professionals" on the South Side of 'da 'burgh. And it's not just the defense boys - ITS CALLED THE END ZONE -- Freaking find it already. Someone needs to sprain Jeff Reid's toe so they HAVE to get into the freaking end zone. And to the young man who dropped the pass in the end zone - go have a seat for you will soon been joining your friend learning the finer points of that fry machine.
And if the loss wasn't bad enough it's Monday - and I've got to face the staff meeting. I hate Mondays. Aunt Ing is not a happy camper. AND one more thing - how can a receiver who toes managed to stay in bounds can't manage to drag his back foot to keep the ball in bounds? Did you forget what those big white lines are for??? GRRRRRR ticked off doesn't even begin to describe these emotions...
And we have managed to get through another staff meeting, I put in my Quality hat - I'm sure ticked off a number of code jockeys but hey - life is tough rub some dirt on it and deal with it. (Can you tell I'm still cranky? Look out.) LOL
Ok I have vented I have used the word "freaking" way too many times and now the power at work just went out - and now it's back on. Fun! So meeting tonight, meeting tomorrow night then a Bubba-less weekend.. he's off to Vegas with the boys. I have only 2 rules, don't bet the house and don't do something stupid - because I will not bail your lilly white be-hind out of jail nor will I be sympathetic of a medical condition. AND if either of those two conditions come to pass - Aunt Ing will have her new bathroom, and new curtains in the bedroom - which Bubba will not see for many a month. ;-) He's been before and it's generally not a worry and its a nice quiet weekend for moi!
Off to think about lunch, and do something productive today... wring out your terrible towels, wash it with soap and water, repair the rips and we'll all move on to San Diego Sunday night. Heaven help us - oh and someone pump Troy P with drugs and get him out on the freaking field.
(Had to have one more)...
Now on a complete 180 degree turn, after the game I do my usual call to Dad, as I published previously a girl needs her dad and when you lose to the Bungles a gal needs her Dad.... and he took the wind out my bluster - last night. My poor brother, who lost his beloved Shady earlier this summer has suffered another loss. The little mutt named Bella did not have a good start in that house, but she an innocent animal who lost the car vs. puppy challenge. I don't have the emotional attachment to Bella that we all had to Shady, but still the loss of a family pet is hard to take especially one after the other. Hey - bro - take a break for a bit, concentrate on the kids for a bit, heal up and I hope to see you all soon. Take care and big hug from your big sister.... and kiss those darling nieces for me.
And now I sit here listening to Pittsburgh Sports Radio - and they are mirroring my emotions - thank you boys keep it angry all week and keep hammering those "professionals" on the South Side of 'da 'burgh. And it's not just the defense boys - ITS CALLED THE END ZONE -- Freaking find it already. Someone needs to sprain Jeff Reid's toe so they HAVE to get into the freaking end zone. And to the young man who dropped the pass in the end zone - go have a seat for you will soon been joining your friend learning the finer points of that fry machine.
And if the loss wasn't bad enough it's Monday - and I've got to face the staff meeting. I hate Mondays. Aunt Ing is not a happy camper. AND one more thing - how can a receiver who toes managed to stay in bounds can't manage to drag his back foot to keep the ball in bounds? Did you forget what those big white lines are for??? GRRRRRR ticked off doesn't even begin to describe these emotions...
And we have managed to get through another staff meeting, I put in my Quality hat - I'm sure ticked off a number of code jockeys but hey - life is tough rub some dirt on it and deal with it. (Can you tell I'm still cranky? Look out.) LOL
Ok I have vented I have used the word "freaking" way too many times and now the power at work just went out - and now it's back on. Fun! So meeting tonight, meeting tomorrow night then a Bubba-less weekend.. he's off to Vegas with the boys. I have only 2 rules, don't bet the house and don't do something stupid - because I will not bail your lilly white be-hind out of jail nor will I be sympathetic of a medical condition. AND if either of those two conditions come to pass - Aunt Ing will have her new bathroom, and new curtains in the bedroom - which Bubba will not see for many a month. ;-) He's been before and it's generally not a worry and its a nice quiet weekend for moi!
Off to think about lunch, and do something productive today... wring out your terrible towels, wash it with soap and water, repair the rips and we'll all move on to San Diego Sunday night. Heaven help us - oh and someone pump Troy P with drugs and get him out on the freaking field.
(Had to have one more)...
Now on a complete 180 degree turn, after the game I do my usual call to Dad, as I published previously a girl needs her dad and when you lose to the Bungles a gal needs her Dad.... and he took the wind out my bluster - last night. My poor brother, who lost his beloved Shady earlier this summer has suffered another loss. The little mutt named Bella did not have a good start in that house, but she an innocent animal who lost the car vs. puppy challenge. I don't have the emotional attachment to Bella that we all had to Shady, but still the loss of a family pet is hard to take especially one after the other. Hey - bro - take a break for a bit, concentrate on the kids for a bit, heal up and I hope to see you all soon. Take care and big hug from your big sister.... and kiss those darling nieces for me.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Waiting for kickoff...
They moved my Steeler game to 4:15 which for us worked out very well...
Let me start with the whys with yesterday's goings on...
First we hit Goodwill for our 80's party, while Bubba did make purchases he wore neither to the party - I on the other hand got lucky, shoes just a bit too big (made just right with paper towels stuffed in the toe) a denim skirt, and a big baggy top I cut up to give it that off the shoulder look. Match with some tights from the Wal-Mart and a workout shirt underneath and I was sporting a look. I did feather the hair - not easy to achieve without a curling iron but wet hair, a small round brush and a hot hair drier and had the flip. Until about midnight when the rain and the sweat had it less a flip and more of a droop. Now I know what caused the hole in the ozone layer - it was that hair style, 600 pounds of hair spray just so it stayed in place yeesh.
Say what you will - we did have some good music - dancing under the tent, because it rained like mad and mud flipping everywhere. Still a good time was had by all. The fun thing about these friends are one works in local TV news so you got to see a few faces you see on the TV. They turn out to be very nice people, skinny but nice.
I drove home, which will tell you Bubba and his buddy enjoyed the bar-- good thing he's a happy drunk, repetitive but happy. I poured him into bed about 1AM, for him it was head, pillow, snore about that quick. This morning he's not moving quick but he's moving and we had breakfast out now he's happily in his chair waiting for Steelers to start. Remember the warning boys and girls - they lose to the bungles and Aunt Ing will not a happy camper be. And from the sounds it's not starting well... I may drink today.
Which brings us back to why the shift to a 4:15 start worked so well... when Mr. Happy finally awoke this AM and got moving it was 12 noon when we had 'breakfast'. So we've have time to enjoy said breakfast, Bubba got a hair cut (which may or may not have been painful) and I did a big grocery shop coupons and everything... I have more frozen foods than I care to think about. And now we go and chant something to send good vibes to the Steelers and hope like heck they can find an offense and the freaking end zone...
More Monday.... maybe.
Let me start with the whys with yesterday's goings on...
First we hit Goodwill for our 80's party, while Bubba did make purchases he wore neither to the party - I on the other hand got lucky, shoes just a bit too big (made just right with paper towels stuffed in the toe) a denim skirt, and a big baggy top I cut up to give it that off the shoulder look. Match with some tights from the Wal-Mart and a workout shirt underneath and I was sporting a look. I did feather the hair - not easy to achieve without a curling iron but wet hair, a small round brush and a hot hair drier and had the flip. Until about midnight when the rain and the sweat had it less a flip and more of a droop. Now I know what caused the hole in the ozone layer - it was that hair style, 600 pounds of hair spray just so it stayed in place yeesh.
Say what you will - we did have some good music - dancing under the tent, because it rained like mad and mud flipping everywhere. Still a good time was had by all. The fun thing about these friends are one works in local TV news so you got to see a few faces you see on the TV. They turn out to be very nice people, skinny but nice.
I drove home, which will tell you Bubba and his buddy enjoyed the bar-- good thing he's a happy drunk, repetitive but happy. I poured him into bed about 1AM, for him it was head, pillow, snore about that quick. This morning he's not moving quick but he's moving and we had breakfast out now he's happily in his chair waiting for Steelers to start. Remember the warning boys and girls - they lose to the bungles and Aunt Ing will not a happy camper be. And from the sounds it's not starting well... I may drink today.
Which brings us back to why the shift to a 4:15 start worked so well... when Mr. Happy finally awoke this AM and got moving it was 12 noon when we had 'breakfast'. So we've have time to enjoy said breakfast, Bubba got a hair cut (which may or may not have been painful) and I did a big grocery shop coupons and everything... I have more frozen foods than I care to think about. And now we go and chant something to send good vibes to the Steelers and hope like heck they can find an offense and the freaking end zone...
More Monday.... maybe.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Finally Friday...
And I want more than 2 days off from work... I sit here listening to code jockeys arguing with each other and I've decided to tune out. Yeah yeah shame on me, you listen to the 'the generator must set this code to X' for so long before your brain starts screaming I can't take it anymore... shutting down
Toss in English as a second language and you've got a party.
And my prediction came in right - its rainy and chilly today - it is late September.
And now hours later the sun is out... I got distracted today at work I guess that is a good thing; you know working and earning that paycheck... and then because I was the last one in the office, I turned out the lights and headed home early... Oh I've got the electronic leash close at had should some last minute crisis of programming quality should arise at 5:00 PM on a Friday... right...
Bubba just called, said I may have to pick him up at the metro tonight... how much do we want to bet he's at happy hour with the boys? Enjoy because next week the paychecks bounce!!
Oh and should I worry that the HR guy in my office just got a call that HIS job is in jeopardy? Yeah that one ran raced up the flag pole and rang a warning bell... wonder what Monday will bring...
Now the weekend... rain depending we will be trimming the bushes, then we have to clean up and find stuff so we look like we dressed in the 1980's -- Cindy had WAY too much fun with this one, Terminator and Sarah Connor, Alex P. Keaton and sister (only if we neck) ICK, I'd rip a sweatshirt but the shoulders are as svelte as they used to be... there is the tights, skirt and flats look, the whole shoulder pads look... I had a TON of those in college. I'm seriously thinking the look I sported many a night, my slouch socks, my keds and my collar up... too bad I tossed my curling iron I will need to feather my hair... go see that tagged photo on my facebook page... we all sported that down the middle flip... it got bigger in college.
Still I could do something similar... it will be a look that will not be shared. LOL
I want my 1980's pant size back... quick someone bring the duct tape.
All right weather depending I will check in this weekend... and be warned my Steelers lose Sunday I will not be responsible for the nature of the words used here. Asbestos underpants would be advisable.
Have a great weekend! ;-)
Toss in English as a second language and you've got a party.
And my prediction came in right - its rainy and chilly today - it is late September.
And now hours later the sun is out... I got distracted today at work I guess that is a good thing; you know working and earning that paycheck... and then because I was the last one in the office, I turned out the lights and headed home early... Oh I've got the electronic leash close at had should some last minute crisis of programming quality should arise at 5:00 PM on a Friday... right...
Bubba just called, said I may have to pick him up at the metro tonight... how much do we want to bet he's at happy hour with the boys? Enjoy because next week the paychecks bounce!!
Oh and should I worry that the HR guy in my office just got a call that HIS job is in jeopardy? Yeah that one ran raced up the flag pole and rang a warning bell... wonder what Monday will bring...
Now the weekend... rain depending we will be trimming the bushes, then we have to clean up and find stuff so we look like we dressed in the 1980's -- Cindy had WAY too much fun with this one, Terminator and Sarah Connor, Alex P. Keaton and sister (only if we neck) ICK, I'd rip a sweatshirt but the shoulders are as svelte as they used to be... there is the tights, skirt and flats look, the whole shoulder pads look... I had a TON of those in college. I'm seriously thinking the look I sported many a night, my slouch socks, my keds and my collar up... too bad I tossed my curling iron I will need to feather my hair... go see that tagged photo on my facebook page... we all sported that down the middle flip... it got bigger in college.
Still I could do something similar... it will be a look that will not be shared. LOL
I want my 1980's pant size back... quick someone bring the duct tape.
All right weather depending I will check in this weekend... and be warned my Steelers lose Sunday I will not be responsible for the nature of the words used here. Asbestos underpants would be advisable.
Have a great weekend! ;-)
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Checked the calendar...
I was up and out the door early early today and when I stepped outside my hair when 'boing!" because is was HUMID! I did check the calendar yeah late September - but it feels like mid-freaking-August. Holy cow. So me and my frizzy hair are now at work and enjoying the joys that is air conditioning... it will be 50 degrees tomorrow I swear.
And you also know that early mornings are not your time of day when you can't figure out which temperature to set your windshield defroster so you can see where you are going. I rolled down the windows - and we enjoyed wind-blown-frizzy hair. It's a look-- not a good one but a look.
Last night we did our first doggie teeth brushing... it wasn't as bad as I expected it to be, but it was an act of frustration. You hold your dog's mouth open, brush their teeth while they are trying to eat the tooth paste - which is 'beef flavored' and smells like -- words are failing me. Its light brown, and has a slightly meaty smell with a hit of something not exactly pleasant. But we did it - got the big k-9's and the little guys in front and tried desperately to get the ones in back...
Shelby wasn't thrilled but let me at least get things brushed, Violet apparently likes the taste of the paste so she kept trying to lick the tooth brush before I could get to her teeth. thank goodness we don't have a video camera that would be a you-tube posting all too quickly-- although I'm sure someone has something similar up there already. And no I'm going to look.
Today is Thursday thank goodness but the weekend holds tree trimming with the hubby - a project that I dislike with intensity as I must stand around and watch him trim the bushes in order to count in the book of Bubba that I am "doing something". Now he could have done it last weekend while I was basking in the beach-y goodness but then he would have had to clean up alone. He hates that part - of course he does that's the real work - the use of power tools is fun- for him. Me I've got the cell phone pre-programmed to 911 as he swings the power trimmer on the ladder, over his head and banging against my house. Next year - next year I'm hiring out to get rid of those bushes. Stay tuned for that fight.
Steelers football on Sunday against the Bungles... you boys lose this game I will not be responsible for my words if you do. Shut up Chad 85 and move on.
Oh and the G-20 is in Pittsburgh for the next couple of days I want one of those diplomats to try and translate a true yinzer to someone who's English is their second language. LOL I have no word to translate 'en nat' - I do not understand where is this dantown? I thought the football team was spelled with 'e' not an "i".
Security alert!! He's asking for a gumband - what is this?? Red alert! LOL
** ok now to translate downtown to a yinzer has a 'au' sound to it.
en nat is similar to 'and that'
the football team is pronounced 'Stillers'
and a gumband = rubber band to the rest of the world.
On a slow day I will compile a complete yinzer to English dictionary... or not.
Later en nat! -- spell check is about to explode... ;-)
And you also know that early mornings are not your time of day when you can't figure out which temperature to set your windshield defroster so you can see where you are going. I rolled down the windows - and we enjoyed wind-blown-frizzy hair. It's a look-- not a good one but a look.
Last night we did our first doggie teeth brushing... it wasn't as bad as I expected it to be, but it was an act of frustration. You hold your dog's mouth open, brush their teeth while they are trying to eat the tooth paste - which is 'beef flavored' and smells like -- words are failing me. Its light brown, and has a slightly meaty smell with a hit of something not exactly pleasant. But we did it - got the big k-9's and the little guys in front and tried desperately to get the ones in back...
Shelby wasn't thrilled but let me at least get things brushed, Violet apparently likes the taste of the paste so she kept trying to lick the tooth brush before I could get to her teeth. thank goodness we don't have a video camera that would be a you-tube posting all too quickly-- although I'm sure someone has something similar up there already. And no I'm going to look.
Today is Thursday thank goodness but the weekend holds tree trimming with the hubby - a project that I dislike with intensity as I must stand around and watch him trim the bushes in order to count in the book of Bubba that I am "doing something". Now he could have done it last weekend while I was basking in the beach-y goodness but then he would have had to clean up alone. He hates that part - of course he does that's the real work - the use of power tools is fun- for him. Me I've got the cell phone pre-programmed to 911 as he swings the power trimmer on the ladder, over his head and banging against my house. Next year - next year I'm hiring out to get rid of those bushes. Stay tuned for that fight.
Steelers football on Sunday against the Bungles... you boys lose this game I will not be responsible for my words if you do. Shut up Chad 85 and move on.
Oh and the G-20 is in Pittsburgh for the next couple of days I want one of those diplomats to try and translate a true yinzer to someone who's English is their second language. LOL I have no word to translate 'en nat' - I do not understand where is this dantown? I thought the football team was spelled with 'e' not an "i".
Security alert!! He's asking for a gumband - what is this?? Red alert! LOL
** ok now to translate downtown to a yinzer has a 'au' sound to it.
en nat is similar to 'and that'
the football team is pronounced 'Stillers'
and a gumband = rubber band to the rest of the world.
On a slow day I will compile a complete yinzer to English dictionary... or not.
Later en nat! -- spell check is about to explode... ;-)
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Just too cute...
I'm sitting here busily cooking up a list of things to complete in the coming weeks for work (translated bored out of my mind) and suddenly Shelby's tail starts wagging, I look down and she's sound asleep!
But the paws are moving the nose is twitching and the tail is moving... very funny.
We also got the call from Dr. Brad and Violet has a clean bill of health. No Big C. Oh she still looks like Frankenstein's starter kit but at least she'll heal up and that's it!! I will admit to being a bit worried...
Life hands you small victories and you hang on to them... and now tonight we tackle brushing our dog's teeth. I can't see this going well.
But the paws are moving the nose is twitching and the tail is moving... very funny.
We also got the call from Dr. Brad and Violet has a clean bill of health. No Big C. Oh she still looks like Frankenstein's starter kit but at least she'll heal up and that's it!! I will admit to being a bit worried...
Life hands you small victories and you hang on to them... and now tonight we tackle brushing our dog's teeth. I can't see this going well.
Can guys have PMS?
I ask because that could be the only explanation for the greeting I got from Bubba last night... he gets home and starts harping on me about finding a job. Um, sweetie MY paychecks aren't going to bounce in a few weeks. Can you saw the same thing? Right now no.
I am looking just not with any kind of urgency - perhaps that should change but I was doing my job and it's sooo depressing. You feel over or under qualified for everything. But I am out there at least 3 times a week looking around. But getting back to my original question that kind of emotional, angry outburst is usually associated with a woman and that fun cycle of crazy known as "the monthly". Now me being fixed I don't have a lot of the symptoms I used to have but I still have the crazy hormones... but what is his excuse? *sigh*
Then last night I couldn't keep my eyes open, we're watching TV I get droopy, let the pups out for the last visit of the night, then fell dead asleep on the couch. Bubba yelled at me to let the dogs in and go to bed. Ah the sweet and tender whisperings of your beloved, "LET THE DOGS IN AND GO TO BED... " it brings a tear to my tender heart every time I think about it - and still wonder if anyone would notice a big new hole in the back yard - and never mind the yelling you big baby. "If you'd stayed unconscious you wouldn't have noticed the dirt nap! Now hush up I've got a headache and an alibi to cook up"
Ok that took a turn didn't' it; little scary peek into my brain isn't it? ;-)
Now as today is Wednesday it's a good thing, great commute; down two flights of stairs. Pups are sleeping for now but the breeze will stir a leaf or blade of grass and Shelby will be up and moving and on patrol for at least another hour. But for now it's all good.
and I spoke too soon - the great doggie network of the neighborhood is up and running so Shelby is outside spreading the word. Violet has fixed the blankets to her needs right now and is sleeping again. All is right in the world.
Now what magic will I pull out of my hat for dinner tonight? That decision is several hours away and I'll leave it there.
More later - or not... here's to a quiet day.
I am looking just not with any kind of urgency - perhaps that should change but I was doing my job and it's sooo depressing. You feel over or under qualified for everything. But I am out there at least 3 times a week looking around. But getting back to my original question that kind of emotional, angry outburst is usually associated with a woman and that fun cycle of crazy known as "the monthly". Now me being fixed I don't have a lot of the symptoms I used to have but I still have the crazy hormones... but what is his excuse? *sigh*
Then last night I couldn't keep my eyes open, we're watching TV I get droopy, let the pups out for the last visit of the night, then fell dead asleep on the couch. Bubba yelled at me to let the dogs in and go to bed. Ah the sweet and tender whisperings of your beloved, "LET THE DOGS IN AND GO TO BED... " it brings a tear to my tender heart every time I think about it - and still wonder if anyone would notice a big new hole in the back yard - and never mind the yelling you big baby. "If you'd stayed unconscious you wouldn't have noticed the dirt nap! Now hush up I've got a headache and an alibi to cook up"
Ok that took a turn didn't' it; little scary peek into my brain isn't it? ;-)
Now as today is Wednesday it's a good thing, great commute; down two flights of stairs. Pups are sleeping for now but the breeze will stir a leaf or blade of grass and Shelby will be up and moving and on patrol for at least another hour. But for now it's all good.
and I spoke too soon - the great doggie network of the neighborhood is up and running so Shelby is outside spreading the word. Violet has fixed the blankets to her needs right now and is sleeping again. All is right in the world.
Now what magic will I pull out of my hat for dinner tonight? That decision is several hours away and I'll leave it there.
More later - or not... here's to a quiet day.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
And we are back in the beige box
And I am desperately wishing for sand between my toes and a little smile laughing at me while she destroys 30 minutes of hard sand packing so your castle would stand up straight and tall.
But I'm here. On the up side I'm happily waiting for burgers and fries to be delivered for lunch.
I wonder what Bubba is going to get for dinner...
Ok because it was entertaining to me I have to tell the story of the bus stop yesterday morning - and it didn't have anything to do with Bubba and his roving Russian (dropoff). I did drop Bubba off yesterday morning with beloved hound dog in the back on the way to the Vet (more on that one later) Bubba gets out of the truck we discuss car issues and then he heads to the stop; I see a large trash truck across the street, he pulled out of the apartment complex and pulls down a fairly large branch in the road way - completely oblivious he drives away. He leaves a blocked road and two cars sitting in Monday morning dumb-founded-ness. So these two women get out of their cars, look about, then in total girl power (in skirts no less) move this branch out of the way and head off toward their day! yeah girls! Now granted they didn't move it much (it was pretty big) but they did enough to get on with their Monday. Men would have hung around waiting for the firetrucks and power tools. ;-)
Now in what I can only call Bubba-once-again-fell-into-a-vat-of-poo-and-came-out-smelling- like-a-rose; his car is fixed. And for less money that I was charged for the dog. Just a piece of something had come loose, a replaced, rebuilt part and wha-la all is right in his world. If this had been my beloved truck - no such luck... because it's Bubba. The magic mechanic fairy has waved her wand and he's back in the black. Unreal. Do you think the magic mechanic fairy wears flannel? Ok maybe that's just me.
I won't mention the 20 minutes I whizzed away waiting while Bubba was in the mechanic's office doing god knows what - personally I think it involves scratching, spitting and talking about guy things so I could be sure his car was drivable and he was capable of making his way to work. I won't mention it at all - the sitting - waiting - when I have a longer drive - and a conference call to make but I won't mention it... not me. Nope--just sitting there for no good reason... I won't bring it up... nope.
And finally my poor puppy Violet, dropped her off yesterday at the Vet's so excited, then she comes back to me with once big patch shaved and a line down her side, and one smaller patch between her front shoulder blades shaved and another line. Poor girl. You can tell from their eyes that they are still a bit doped - that's kinda fun but you can't in good conscience screw with a doped dog. I've done with Shelby but Violet not so much. Bubba did point out that she had more piss and vinegar after surgery than before - hey maybe they were good drugs.
And you have to limit the water and food she can have, poor thing came home so thirsty but I had to watch the poor thing, finally she got to drink all she wanted, and got dinner, and this morning she ate her breakfast. But she still looks like Frankenstein's puppy kit gone wrong...
That is it for today... maybe.
But I'm here. On the up side I'm happily waiting for burgers and fries to be delivered for lunch.
I wonder what Bubba is going to get for dinner...
Ok because it was entertaining to me I have to tell the story of the bus stop yesterday morning - and it didn't have anything to do with Bubba and his roving Russian (dropoff). I did drop Bubba off yesterday morning with beloved hound dog in the back on the way to the Vet (more on that one later) Bubba gets out of the truck we discuss car issues and then he heads to the stop; I see a large trash truck across the street, he pulled out of the apartment complex and pulls down a fairly large branch in the road way - completely oblivious he drives away. He leaves a blocked road and two cars sitting in Monday morning dumb-founded-ness. So these two women get out of their cars, look about, then in total girl power (in skirts no less) move this branch out of the way and head off toward their day! yeah girls! Now granted they didn't move it much (it was pretty big) but they did enough to get on with their Monday. Men would have hung around waiting for the firetrucks and power tools. ;-)
Now in what I can only call Bubba-once-again-fell-into-a-vat-of-poo-and-came-out-smelling- like-a-rose; his car is fixed. And for less money that I was charged for the dog. Just a piece of something had come loose, a replaced, rebuilt part and wha-la all is right in his world. If this had been my beloved truck - no such luck... because it's Bubba. The magic mechanic fairy has waved her wand and he's back in the black. Unreal. Do you think the magic mechanic fairy wears flannel? Ok maybe that's just me.
I won't mention the 20 minutes I whizzed away waiting while Bubba was in the mechanic's office doing god knows what - personally I think it involves scratching, spitting and talking about guy things so I could be sure his car was drivable and he was capable of making his way to work. I won't mention it at all - the sitting - waiting - when I have a longer drive - and a conference call to make but I won't mention it... not me. Nope--just sitting there for no good reason... I won't bring it up... nope.
And finally my poor puppy Violet, dropped her off yesterday at the Vet's so excited, then she comes back to me with once big patch shaved and a line down her side, and one smaller patch between her front shoulder blades shaved and another line. Poor girl. You can tell from their eyes that they are still a bit doped - that's kinda fun but you can't in good conscience screw with a doped dog. I've done with Shelby but Violet not so much. Bubba did point out that she had more piss and vinegar after surgery than before - hey maybe they were good drugs.
And you have to limit the water and food she can have, poor thing came home so thirsty but I had to watch the poor thing, finally she got to drink all she wanted, and got dinner, and this morning she ate her breakfast. But she still looks like Frankenstein's puppy kit gone wrong...
That is it for today... maybe.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Get comfy...
Aunt Ing has got a lot to say...
First and foremost - A WINDY DAY AT THE BEACH IS STILL BETTER THAN ANY DAY AT WORK.... I'm going to have that on my gravestone. It was estrogen weekend and with some snippiness and some unhappy baby moments but all in all 3 days in bliss - relaxation and total enjoyment. We left Friday morning, got into the room and went to the beach it was all good. Oh the sun wasn't exactly bright and shining Friday afternoon but there was enough to play in the sand, put your toes in the ocean... laugh and play with a two year old... it was all good.
Friday dinner - good, close and happy. Baby was starting to hit the wall, 3 hour car ride, busy at the beach, then wham - baby tired wall and we hurried dinner. Still a good dinner.
Saturday we are up WAY too early but we are on the beach before 10 AM. The wind was a-blowing... we're keeping our covers on but we're playing in the sand, sticking our toes in the ocean and not much else... Nana she wrapped up in 12 layers of towels and clothing and wasn't sure this was a good time. But she stayed and enjoyed said baby enjoying it all and completely oblivious to the conditions surrounding her... then we hit nap time... and boy did this kid nap. So Mom and I enjoyed the Arctic temps of the hotel's pool while baking in the September Sun. Out of those gentle 45 mph ocean breezes the sun was quite warm, and while sitting by the pool we began the baking process, then dipped into the sub-zero pool to 'cool' off then talked and talked and talked - to a point of on the way home we sat in a lot of silence. Very unusual for us. Very.
The fun twist on Saturday was as I was in the shower thinking we'd hit dinner early my sister decided that we should go back to the beach after darling niece's 3 hour nap... a 3 hour nap. (insert your own theme music here) Anywho - off we went - I dried off and put the bathing suit BACK on we enjoyed the beach for another 90 minutes or as Nana announced, "I'm freezing things off I'm going back to shower and find my toes." Really what baby - 47 degrees and those balmy 56 mile an hour winds - please I'm amazed we didn't have skinny dippers.
Dinner Saturday night - not as great as Friday. We did the same thing last year. NEXT year we will do our homework. Find dinner places before we go - NEVER as a skinny person a good place to eat -they have no clue. Ask the chubby folks of the world - we know - and we share.
On a side note -I have discovered my darling sister is another "Sally" (as in when Harry Met) I want this - this way - can you change that - can I have this instead... Oh dear sister of mine, life is entirely too short for all that fuss over dinner. Especially when someone else is doing the cooking... on another note-- best line from the waiter Saturday night - poor boy had our table at one end of the room then a handful of others at the other end of the room - dude - buy the head chick in charge some flowers and beg for better table disbursement... yeesh.
Oh yeah the line - my sister decided that the globs of Old Bay Seasoning that were smeared on in handfuls to her crabs was a bit much - she asked for a dump and wash. I joked, "you're in Maryland" - the waiter quips "We use that stuff as cologne" LOL funny dude - way to go.
Fast forward to Sunday - we are not up with the birds, Marines and other creatures of the too freaking early - we enjoy breakfast at the local eatery, dress and head back to enjoy another day at the beach. We were gone all morning, more water, more sand, more bird chasing, more castles build and then immediately destroyed, it was good. Oh and did I mention sun? And more sun? We tried to get little baby to nap in the sand - no chance... so off we go.
Frankly by Sunday afternoon I was burnt, my sister had an early lobster hue going and Mom had a nice brown going - as she was at the beach last week with Dad... (insert snarky retired people comment here)
So... back to the hotel - baby napped for another 2.5 hours, we showered, packed up and headed back to interior Maryland. We found the ice cream place we enjoyed last year - grabbed a quick dinner, and ENJOYED some really good ice cream... it was a great weekend.
Now on a small side note - we need to pick which piece of technology we are going to use, that GPS thing or map quest or the good old fashioned map. Because when you combo the first two you end up making fun circles on the GPS because one person is reading a map, the GPS is chirping to TURN LEFT - TURN LEFT TURN LEFT - and the person reading map quest is shouting - GO STRAIGHT! And because of baby niece in the car - one must sensor those 'football' words one would want to use while in the midst of map-gp-questing... next time I do it my way and the GPS witch can recalculate all she wants.
Now as we pull into my house, darling Bubba announces that tonight - tonight we had to take his car to the mechanic. As it wasn't running well, it would work better than trying to navigate the busy highways during the Monday morning rush hour. While yes I see the logic in the argument but my eyeballs were not thrilled with the idea of more driving. We will leave the car rant for another day or later tonight.
So I was the good doo-bie and made the staff meeting conference call today - even though it was supposed to be my day off and mostly it was... ;-)
But now there is a handful of work to finish so I will be on my computer later tonight. On the upside, less vacation time taken today. AND another major bummer other than darling baby niece heading home - boss is in town this week... so we'll have a discussion tomorrow and he'll be cranky when I work from home Wednesday too... hey hey hey.
The decorator is coming Wednesday AND I was supposed to have the day OFF. Deal with it boss man I'll be working late tonight to ensure things are done so you can deal with me being home Wednesday... so there.
And finally - THE STEELERS LOST TO FREAKING CHICAGO?? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? TWO -- NOT ONE BUT TWO MISS FLIPPING FIELD GOALS???
Go soak your head Jeff Reed.
You're in the song for crying out loud - 'get 3 points off of Jeff Reed's toe!" Well twinkle? What happened? Oh I saw the high lights - GET HEALTHY QUICK Troy - that other guy is a wanna be and I'm not just talking about the hair. Don't you have some herbal rub-meditation-levitation-incense-chanting thing you can do for it? Please?
Tuesday is not looking up. Stay tuned because I'm going to need a nap.
And I haven't even covered the fun thing that happened at the bus stop that had nothing to do with Bubba this morning!
First and foremost - A WINDY DAY AT THE BEACH IS STILL BETTER THAN ANY DAY AT WORK.... I'm going to have that on my gravestone. It was estrogen weekend and with some snippiness and some unhappy baby moments but all in all 3 days in bliss - relaxation and total enjoyment. We left Friday morning, got into the room and went to the beach it was all good. Oh the sun wasn't exactly bright and shining Friday afternoon but there was enough to play in the sand, put your toes in the ocean... laugh and play with a two year old... it was all good.
Friday dinner - good, close and happy. Baby was starting to hit the wall, 3 hour car ride, busy at the beach, then wham - baby tired wall and we hurried dinner. Still a good dinner.
Saturday we are up WAY too early but we are on the beach before 10 AM. The wind was a-blowing... we're keeping our covers on but we're playing in the sand, sticking our toes in the ocean and not much else... Nana she wrapped up in 12 layers of towels and clothing and wasn't sure this was a good time. But she stayed and enjoyed said baby enjoying it all and completely oblivious to the conditions surrounding her... then we hit nap time... and boy did this kid nap. So Mom and I enjoyed the Arctic temps of the hotel's pool while baking in the September Sun. Out of those gentle 45 mph ocean breezes the sun was quite warm, and while sitting by the pool we began the baking process, then dipped into the sub-zero pool to 'cool' off then talked and talked and talked - to a point of on the way home we sat in a lot of silence. Very unusual for us. Very.
The fun twist on Saturday was as I was in the shower thinking we'd hit dinner early my sister decided that we should go back to the beach after darling niece's 3 hour nap... a 3 hour nap. (insert your own theme music here) Anywho - off we went - I dried off and put the bathing suit BACK on we enjoyed the beach for another 90 minutes or as Nana announced, "I'm freezing things off I'm going back to shower and find my toes." Really what baby - 47 degrees and those balmy 56 mile an hour winds - please I'm amazed we didn't have skinny dippers.
Dinner Saturday night - not as great as Friday. We did the same thing last year. NEXT year we will do our homework. Find dinner places before we go - NEVER as a skinny person a good place to eat -they have no clue. Ask the chubby folks of the world - we know - and we share.
On a side note -I have discovered my darling sister is another "Sally" (as in when Harry Met) I want this - this way - can you change that - can I have this instead... Oh dear sister of mine, life is entirely too short for all that fuss over dinner. Especially when someone else is doing the cooking... on another note-- best line from the waiter Saturday night - poor boy had our table at one end of the room then a handful of others at the other end of the room - dude - buy the head chick in charge some flowers and beg for better table disbursement... yeesh.
Oh yeah the line - my sister decided that the globs of Old Bay Seasoning that were smeared on in handfuls to her crabs was a bit much - she asked for a dump and wash. I joked, "you're in Maryland" - the waiter quips "We use that stuff as cologne" LOL funny dude - way to go.
Fast forward to Sunday - we are not up with the birds, Marines and other creatures of the too freaking early - we enjoy breakfast at the local eatery, dress and head back to enjoy another day at the beach. We were gone all morning, more water, more sand, more bird chasing, more castles build and then immediately destroyed, it was good. Oh and did I mention sun? And more sun? We tried to get little baby to nap in the sand - no chance... so off we go.
Frankly by Sunday afternoon I was burnt, my sister had an early lobster hue going and Mom had a nice brown going - as she was at the beach last week with Dad... (insert snarky retired people comment here)
So... back to the hotel - baby napped for another 2.5 hours, we showered, packed up and headed back to interior Maryland. We found the ice cream place we enjoyed last year - grabbed a quick dinner, and ENJOYED some really good ice cream... it was a great weekend.
Now on a small side note - we need to pick which piece of technology we are going to use, that GPS thing or map quest or the good old fashioned map. Because when you combo the first two you end up making fun circles on the GPS because one person is reading a map, the GPS is chirping to TURN LEFT - TURN LEFT TURN LEFT - and the person reading map quest is shouting - GO STRAIGHT! And because of baby niece in the car - one must sensor those 'football' words one would want to use while in the midst of map-gp-questing... next time I do it my way and the GPS witch can recalculate all she wants.
Now as we pull into my house, darling Bubba announces that tonight - tonight we had to take his car to the mechanic. As it wasn't running well, it would work better than trying to navigate the busy highways during the Monday morning rush hour. While yes I see the logic in the argument but my eyeballs were not thrilled with the idea of more driving. We will leave the car rant for another day or later tonight.
So I was the good doo-bie and made the staff meeting conference call today - even though it was supposed to be my day off and mostly it was... ;-)
But now there is a handful of work to finish so I will be on my computer later tonight. On the upside, less vacation time taken today. AND another major bummer other than darling baby niece heading home - boss is in town this week... so we'll have a discussion tomorrow and he'll be cranky when I work from home Wednesday too... hey hey hey.
The decorator is coming Wednesday AND I was supposed to have the day OFF. Deal with it boss man I'll be working late tonight to ensure things are done so you can deal with me being home Wednesday... so there.
And finally - THE STEELERS LOST TO FREAKING CHICAGO?? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? TWO -- NOT ONE BUT TWO MISS FLIPPING FIELD GOALS???
Go soak your head Jeff Reed.
You're in the song for crying out loud - 'get 3 points off of Jeff Reed's toe!" Well twinkle? What happened? Oh I saw the high lights - GET HEALTHY QUICK Troy - that other guy is a wanna be and I'm not just talking about the hair. Don't you have some herbal rub-meditation-levitation-incense-chanting thing you can do for it? Please?
Tuesday is not looking up. Stay tuned because I'm going to need a nap.
And I haven't even covered the fun thing that happened at the bus stop that had nothing to do with Bubba this morning!
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Three-fer
Sometimes a girl just needs her Dad... and again mine came through. Today work wise has been total crap. Every time I made the attempt to do my job well I have been beaten back with the velvet glove of management - also known as the iron fist.
But I have vented to co-workers worked out a plan which I am sure will be shot through of holes upon my return next week and managed to do that list of chores facing me tonight.
And I'm in a more stable frame of mine because I could call my dad vent again and then laugh and talk about other things. Like the show Inside the NFL. We remember the show when it was on HBO and had 2 really good old time football players on there - they were good at discussing the games, they were fun and had great stories. Then they tried to 'hip' it up and we both hate it - oh we're still watching but we like it less.
And now with the move to Showtime - it has slipped another notch - we're not happy but we're watching. In fact I even emailed Showtime last season because I was so ticked off at the pre-Superbowl show - I had less than no interest in seeing the strip clubs of Tampa Bay with Warren Sap. And these are the kinds of things a girl can talk to with her Dad after a day of standing in front of the fan as the compost is poured in great heaping mounds.
So, the kitchen is cleaned, the ladies group and girls' group deposits are ready to go, the laundry is in progress and I'm about 2 hours away from chick family happiness.
Today's final lesson? Hug your Dad girls he is the only one you got and we love him for it. And thanks Dad for letting me pop off and telling me good family stories. Having a little trouble there son? LOL
Love ya - Pap
But I have vented to co-workers worked out a plan which I am sure will be shot through of holes upon my return next week and managed to do that list of chores facing me tonight.
And I'm in a more stable frame of mine because I could call my dad vent again and then laugh and talk about other things. Like the show Inside the NFL. We remember the show when it was on HBO and had 2 really good old time football players on there - they were good at discussing the games, they were fun and had great stories. Then they tried to 'hip' it up and we both hate it - oh we're still watching but we like it less.
And now with the move to Showtime - it has slipped another notch - we're not happy but we're watching. In fact I even emailed Showtime last season because I was so ticked off at the pre-Superbowl show - I had less than no interest in seeing the strip clubs of Tampa Bay with Warren Sap. And these are the kinds of things a girl can talk to with her Dad after a day of standing in front of the fan as the compost is poured in great heaping mounds.
So, the kitchen is cleaned, the ladies group and girls' group deposits are ready to go, the laundry is in progress and I'm about 2 hours away from chick family happiness.
Today's final lesson? Hug your Dad girls he is the only one you got and we love him for it. And thanks Dad for letting me pop off and telling me good family stories. Having a little trouble there son? LOL
Love ya - Pap
Small Rant..
Elevator Etiquette...
When riding on an elevator and you are standing next to the buttons that indicate the floor in which a person needs - you are NOT permitted to get huffy while standing there when someone must reach AROUND you to push their desired floor not currently lit.
AND - you doubly cannot get huffy when you stand there TEXTING - I don't care what you are saying to the person on the other end of that phone - I just don't want to go a nice long elevator ride - I want to depress my button and MOVE. Keep your huffy sighs to yourself and MOVE TO THE BACK OF THE ELEVATOR.
Lesson over. Thank you... Decaf? Why?
When riding on an elevator and you are standing next to the buttons that indicate the floor in which a person needs - you are NOT permitted to get huffy while standing there when someone must reach AROUND you to push their desired floor not currently lit.
AND - you doubly cannot get huffy when you stand there TEXTING - I don't care what you are saying to the person on the other end of that phone - I just don't want to go a nice long elevator ride - I want to depress my button and MOVE. Keep your huffy sighs to yourself and MOVE TO THE BACK OF THE ELEVATOR.
Lesson over. Thank you... Decaf? Why?
Hit the boards...
Light the lights - this is it the night of nights - no more rehearsing or nursing a part - we know every part by heart..................... on with the show this is it!
And for those of you who are not well versed in Bugs Bunny cartoons will not have the music running through your brain all day... you're welcome. It's Friday to me! I am SO not working tomorrow of course I haven't been 'working' much all week... (ha ha ha) inserted my own laugh track - sorry.
Of course I have left everything for tonight so I've got to get home clean the kitchen, do laundry so I have something to wear to work next week, maybe one load so I have shirts for the weekend I'm off Monday... screw it. I was a slug last night and oh - so happy about it! Loved the pups, ate soup for dinner, watched a football documentary, the Inside the NFL, then got caught up in CSI:NY and fell asleep half way through... now I have to go find it on line... Gary Sinise is too cool isn't he? The guy on the Miami show - needs the shades to hit the cool - of course Dennis Miller ruined/made it for me when he said "I like to watch CSI:Miami just to watch David Caruso take his sun glasses off" - Makes me laugh every time he does it.
And I wandered again. I guess when Bubba is on the west coast my brain doesn't have to process pick and drop off time/issues/changes/crankiness/etc. that it is free to wander into these strange and colorful places. Should I worry about that? Nah - it's always fun to laugh at something your mind wanders to then worry about the latest foolishness at work.
And I found that when you laugh randomly as co-workers pass your office, they aren't quite sure if you're just in this small room, alone, laughing or if something was funny on my headphones. I believe they like to think the later... and I let them...
So!!! Mom and Sis and baby niece will be here tonight - HAPPY HAPPY! She was so much fun last year at the beach and this year she's talking more, and moving more and has all this two year old energy... oh god. I can sleep next week. Of course there is the stuffing my fanny into a bathing suit and going out into public - but I will because it's September and there are far fewer people on the beach in September than there is in the Summer. The Weather channel has said it will have sun - fine. Again a bad day at the beach is better than ANY day at work.
So a list of stuff to finish at work, a list of stuff to finish at home and then you won't hear from me until Monday - maybe tomorrow - maybe. Definitely not over the weekend - the computer stays the heck home. Baby niece needs 3 times the amount of crap of the other 3 women on this trip... hey kid needs toys and beds and whatever else my sister drags along. I'll pack one suitcase.
Later!
And for those of you who are not well versed in Bugs Bunny cartoons will not have the music running through your brain all day... you're welcome. It's Friday to me! I am SO not working tomorrow of course I haven't been 'working' much all week... (ha ha ha) inserted my own laugh track - sorry.
Of course I have left everything for tonight so I've got to get home clean the kitchen, do laundry so I have something to wear to work next week, maybe one load so I have shirts for the weekend I'm off Monday... screw it. I was a slug last night and oh - so happy about it! Loved the pups, ate soup for dinner, watched a football documentary, the Inside the NFL, then got caught up in CSI:NY and fell asleep half way through... now I have to go find it on line... Gary Sinise is too cool isn't he? The guy on the Miami show - needs the shades to hit the cool - of course Dennis Miller ruined/made it for me when he said "I like to watch CSI:Miami just to watch David Caruso take his sun glasses off" - Makes me laugh every time he does it.
And I wandered again. I guess when Bubba is on the west coast my brain doesn't have to process pick and drop off time/issues/changes/crankiness/etc. that it is free to wander into these strange and colorful places. Should I worry about that? Nah - it's always fun to laugh at something your mind wanders to then worry about the latest foolishness at work.
And I found that when you laugh randomly as co-workers pass your office, they aren't quite sure if you're just in this small room, alone, laughing or if something was funny on my headphones. I believe they like to think the later... and I let them...
So!!! Mom and Sis and baby niece will be here tonight - HAPPY HAPPY! She was so much fun last year at the beach and this year she's talking more, and moving more and has all this two year old energy... oh god. I can sleep next week. Of course there is the stuffing my fanny into a bathing suit and going out into public - but I will because it's September and there are far fewer people on the beach in September than there is in the Summer. The Weather channel has said it will have sun - fine. Again a bad day at the beach is better than ANY day at work.
So a list of stuff to finish at work, a list of stuff to finish at home and then you won't hear from me until Monday - maybe tomorrow - maybe. Definitely not over the weekend - the computer stays the heck home. Baby niece needs 3 times the amount of crap of the other 3 women on this trip... hey kid needs toys and beds and whatever else my sister drags along. I'll pack one suitcase.
Later!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Is this hump getting bigger?
This has been a climb to Wednesday but we are here... I had to get up uber early even the pups look at me those mornings like "aren't you going back to bed - it's the middle of the night." But they like the breakfast serving no matter the time of day then they went right back to sleep as I showered and prepared for my day... which is stretching in front of me in an endless boring no deadlines, nothing due, and oh by the way - ARE we getting funding for October? Just wondering - I still have that liking for indoor plumbing and my house!
SOOOO happy I left early yesterday - beat the rain and the traffic that comes with it - I swear is there some kind of chemical in beltway blacktop that causes cars to spring up in front of you when it rains? Just one of those random thoughts that pop into my head. (yeah my brain is a scary place why do you ask?)
I went to Target and got Bubba's air mattress pump - I bought one for him to blow up that air mattress - apparently he liked using it but the kit didn't have all the parts it was supposed to... so I returned it - tried to get another - they had one - open and missing it's parts. I mean how stupid can you be? You steal the parts and don't take the pump? What good are the little plastic bits? I blame reality TV - just because. Of course when I was a kid old people blamed MTV - now remember way back when I was a kid MTV actually played music videos - and they were good -- remember Micheal? Ok - that took a strange left turn... making a U-turn and what the heck was I talking about?
Any who... it was a nice quiet evening, I printed the flyers for the ladies luncheon. Please don't ask me why as I just got an email that the lady doing the mailing said it needed tweaked... um unless she can edit a PDF she's screwed. I used my cool software that allows pictures and words to live happily on the same page. And it's not MS Word. No good deed goes unpunished. Last year I had to do it all myself... and I did. This lady has had envelops, labels and flyers handed to her, she has to buy stamps and stuff envelops. Seriously? AND she doesn't work!!! /end rant/
Counting down to beach weekend while it doesn't promise to be HOT it will be sunny and frankly I will take that... heck I'd take partly cloudy - mostly cloudy raining buckets I'm still at the BEACH - and not at work. Starting to have a serious craving for seafood!! ;-)
Ponder this question as you go about your day - my co-worker is going to the doctor to get a note stating she is not contagious so she can come to work...seriously? You have been blessed by the boss to stay home until you sound normal... I wouldn't be back here until late November - then have a relapse until at least February. But that's just me I like working from home - it's puppy love and snores what more could you ask for? Oh and the commute ain't so bad... :-)
SOOOO happy I left early yesterday - beat the rain and the traffic that comes with it - I swear is there some kind of chemical in beltway blacktop that causes cars to spring up in front of you when it rains? Just one of those random thoughts that pop into my head. (yeah my brain is a scary place why do you ask?)
I went to Target and got Bubba's air mattress pump - I bought one for him to blow up that air mattress - apparently he liked using it but the kit didn't have all the parts it was supposed to... so I returned it - tried to get another - they had one - open and missing it's parts. I mean how stupid can you be? You steal the parts and don't take the pump? What good are the little plastic bits? I blame reality TV - just because. Of course when I was a kid old people blamed MTV - now remember way back when I was a kid MTV actually played music videos - and they were good -- remember Micheal? Ok - that took a strange left turn... making a U-turn and what the heck was I talking about?
Any who... it was a nice quiet evening, I printed the flyers for the ladies luncheon. Please don't ask me why as I just got an email that the lady doing the mailing said it needed tweaked... um unless she can edit a PDF she's screwed. I used my cool software that allows pictures and words to live happily on the same page. And it's not MS Word. No good deed goes unpunished. Last year I had to do it all myself... and I did. This lady has had envelops, labels and flyers handed to her, she has to buy stamps and stuff envelops. Seriously? AND she doesn't work!!! /end rant/
Counting down to beach weekend while it doesn't promise to be HOT it will be sunny and frankly I will take that... heck I'd take partly cloudy - mostly cloudy raining buckets I'm still at the BEACH - and not at work. Starting to have a serious craving for seafood!! ;-)
Ponder this question as you go about your day - my co-worker is going to the doctor to get a note stating she is not contagious so she can come to work...seriously? You have been blessed by the boss to stay home until you sound normal... I wouldn't be back here until late November - then have a relapse until at least February. But that's just me I like working from home - it's puppy love and snores what more could you ask for? Oh and the commute ain't so bad... :-)
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Life - today is no fun
There is a commercial here locally which starts with a bird chirping, "I can't take it not another day - not another day..." then in walks this guy rubbing his head and muttering (wait for it) "I can't this! Not another day Not another day"
I am now that guy without the annoying bird ... 130 minutes from door to door. I can't take this... allowing for 90 plus minutes to get to work is really more than enough. I have got to find another job... near the house. I need to work for the Department of Energy they are 10 minutes from the house... now what do they do -exactly? I'll google them.
So, resume is up and being reviewed and I'm going to hit the job sites hard... this has got to stop. 2 plus hours of my life sucked away sitting in my car going no where quickly... And yes I could leave at o-dark-30 but I am far less a productive person when I do that - and the boss likes me being here later than the folks who have to get home to kids... the pups have the neighbor kid to tend to issues.
And now to further suck life from my soul I've got another meeting... third one of the morning. I have to find something so I look productive while not really being in the room. ;-) but then the year and years of Catholic guilt will kick in - I am being paid for paying attention and doing a good job so I'll pay attention.. then wonder why I did.
I will have a good dinner to make up for this day...
Oh and thank you to the two co-workers who must have sensed a disturbance in the force and sent me very nice emails today... they were a nice pick me up.
I am now that guy without the annoying bird ... 130 minutes from door to door. I can't take this... allowing for 90 plus minutes to get to work is really more than enough. I have got to find another job... near the house. I need to work for the Department of Energy they are 10 minutes from the house... now what do they do -exactly? I'll google them.
So, resume is up and being reviewed and I'm going to hit the job sites hard... this has got to stop. 2 plus hours of my life sucked away sitting in my car going no where quickly... And yes I could leave at o-dark-30 but I am far less a productive person when I do that - and the boss likes me being here later than the folks who have to get home to kids... the pups have the neighbor kid to tend to issues.
And now to further suck life from my soul I've got another meeting... third one of the morning. I have to find something so I look productive while not really being in the room. ;-) but then the year and years of Catholic guilt will kick in - I am being paid for paying attention and doing a good job so I'll pay attention.. then wonder why I did.
I will have a good dinner to make up for this day...
Oh and thank you to the two co-workers who must have sensed a disturbance in the force and sent me very nice emails today... they were a nice pick me up.
Monday, September 14, 2009
What time is it??
Yikes my morning and most of the day has just zipped by.... first brought up the work computer, go on line, saw there were no fires burning and then proceeded to my first appointment of the day...
My very first mammogram. Now I will say it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be but there are a few times I thought this woman was going to ask me to kiss the top of the darn machine. "Ok put this up here - shift right - head left wrap your arm around your head and cling with the other to this handle made for a woman with freakishly long arms" And being the busty babe that I am looking down and seeing all that up on a million dollar serving platter was a bit much. Of course it begs the question what do the girls do who have little ones? I mean - me it was flop-squish-and done. Frankly if that is the worst medical procedure I have to suffer through over the next couple of years Aunt Ing will be a very happy camper.
Then it was off to the Vet. Hound dog was due for her annual payment - ah - shots and stuff. She has a mass that the Vet said needs to come off - he must have a boat payment due. ;-) And we'll get her teeth cleaned but we'll keep that on the QT as that drives the Bubba nuts that the dogs have to have their teeth done almost yearly. I did get a doggie tooth brushing lesson, thankfully Hound dog was not as opposed to getting her teeth brushed as she is getting those nails trimmed. I can't wait to make a teeth brushing part of the nightly ritual.
Since her morning was so busy the hound dog is happily sleeping with of course one ear over her eyes... doggie sleep mask.
Shelby is also sleeping, but I think she's dreaming as we have paw movement and quiet barks... yeah my dog talks in her sleep. LOL
Been back and forth with some folks at work, things are currently quiet but this has struck me funny. A co-worker had a cold last week and she smartly stayed home and when she felt better she made her way into work. Now she's still got the nose running and sounds like Aunt Bula with her 6 pack a day habit but she said she feels fine. My conclusion is she's fine, and no longer in a 'sharing' mood, and she's doing her thing. But apparently some ninny wasn't happy that said co-worker was in the office and tattled to the boss and now said co-worker is working from home until she sounds healthy. I wonder how long do I have to hack and cough before the same germ-a-phob before I get to work from home too. I really do feel it coming on, hack, cough, snort, sneeze.
Now which office do I need to haunt tomorrow... ;-)
My very first mammogram. Now I will say it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be but there are a few times I thought this woman was going to ask me to kiss the top of the darn machine. "Ok put this up here - shift right - head left wrap your arm around your head and cling with the other to this handle made for a woman with freakishly long arms" And being the busty babe that I am looking down and seeing all that up on a million dollar serving platter was a bit much. Of course it begs the question what do the girls do who have little ones? I mean - me it was flop-squish-and done. Frankly if that is the worst medical procedure I have to suffer through over the next couple of years Aunt Ing will be a very happy camper.
Then it was off to the Vet. Hound dog was due for her annual payment - ah - shots and stuff. She has a mass that the Vet said needs to come off - he must have a boat payment due. ;-) And we'll get her teeth cleaned but we'll keep that on the QT as that drives the Bubba nuts that the dogs have to have their teeth done almost yearly. I did get a doggie tooth brushing lesson, thankfully Hound dog was not as opposed to getting her teeth brushed as she is getting those nails trimmed. I can't wait to make a teeth brushing part of the nightly ritual.
Since her morning was so busy the hound dog is happily sleeping with of course one ear over her eyes... doggie sleep mask.
Shelby is also sleeping, but I think she's dreaming as we have paw movement and quiet barks... yeah my dog talks in her sleep. LOL
Been back and forth with some folks at work, things are currently quiet but this has struck me funny. A co-worker had a cold last week and she smartly stayed home and when she felt better she made her way into work. Now she's still got the nose running and sounds like Aunt Bula with her 6 pack a day habit but she said she feels fine. My conclusion is she's fine, and no longer in a 'sharing' mood, and she's doing her thing. But apparently some ninny wasn't happy that said co-worker was in the office and tattled to the boss and now said co-worker is working from home until she sounds healthy. I wonder how long do I have to hack and cough before the same germ-a-phob before I get to work from home too. I really do feel it coming on, hack, cough, snort, sneeze.
Now which office do I need to haunt tomorrow... ;-)
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Real men don't eat quiche
And neither does Bubba... we had left overs for breakfast this morning, and I have discovered that my darling Bubba is a real man... he doesn't like quiche. He wasn't overly thrilled with the potato egg and sausage casserole either. The man just doesn't do breakfast unless it's covered in peppers, cheese and hot sauce then the only difference is egg instead of chicken - or ripe chicken versus not ripe chicken... OK that just might have put me off eggs for bit. A bit.
I on the other hand am not a real man, liked it all and my waist line is paying the price. Yeah well now I've had it two days in a row - Bubba is gone west so I will be enjoying casserole for the rest of the week. Lucky me.
The rest of Saturday was the usual, doggie land mines, mowed grass, laundry and thankfully we ordered in. We ordered in at 8:30 pm because Bubba was balancing the checkbook - now yes if I were the numbers queen it would take him no time at all - but I'm not, sometimes I miss an entry or there is money taken out and no one tells me... I do check the on line system now but hey I'm human and I make mistakes. Unlike the man I married. It must be so hard to go through life the only one who never makes a mistake. (See entry about that broken statue...never mind)
So Sunday here is LOVELY!!! And there is football - and in what I think is the universe sticking it's tongue out at Bubba we have EVERY football on the dish this weekend - and he had to leave barely into the 1:00 pm games. (I laugh and I know that will karma will kick my butt soon-- still funny) ;-)
The folks dropped by on their way home from the beach, after the talk-though-the-395- exit here it's the left one - dear god don't go across the bridge you'll be in DC and on your own... directional help... but no worries they made it with minimal mishap. It was a quick hi, potty, lunch and gone break. Still nice to see them. Mom, Sis and Niece will be down Thursday because FRIDAY I'm off to enjoy chick weekend at the beach... yeah baby... happy happy. And no I won't be posting from the beach... people please it's a mini-vaca- stay tuned for details Tuesday or Monday depending on when the family heads north.
And finally my bonehead play of the day - in my attempt to be helpful to the ladies group I thought I'd print out the letters I was supposed to, and do envelops and labels - only to call and ask a question and get - the labels are crap and I wasted thirty labels and envelops. On the up side I've got 30 letters folded and ready to go. At that point I quit and decided what is done is done and I will coordinate with folks at the meeting tomorrow.
Oh and with Bubba gone there will be a week free of any Russian issues (pickup & dropoff) say it with an accent it works. Monday promises to be entertaining as it's my first mammogram, Violet has a vet visit and her teeth aren't clean, and I've got a dentist appointment. I'm going to be drunk for the meeting tomorrow night it will make the day better - maybe. ;-)
Enjoy the rest of your Sunday.
I on the other hand am not a real man, liked it all and my waist line is paying the price. Yeah well now I've had it two days in a row - Bubba is gone west so I will be enjoying casserole for the rest of the week. Lucky me.
The rest of Saturday was the usual, doggie land mines, mowed grass, laundry and thankfully we ordered in. We ordered in at 8:30 pm because Bubba was balancing the checkbook - now yes if I were the numbers queen it would take him no time at all - but I'm not, sometimes I miss an entry or there is money taken out and no one tells me... I do check the on line system now but hey I'm human and I make mistakes. Unlike the man I married. It must be so hard to go through life the only one who never makes a mistake. (See entry about that broken statue...never mind)
So Sunday here is LOVELY!!! And there is football - and in what I think is the universe sticking it's tongue out at Bubba we have EVERY football on the dish this weekend - and he had to leave barely into the 1:00 pm games. (I laugh and I know that will karma will kick my butt soon-- still funny) ;-)
The folks dropped by on their way home from the beach, after the talk-though-the-395- exit here it's the left one - dear god don't go across the bridge you'll be in DC and on your own... directional help... but no worries they made it with minimal mishap. It was a quick hi, potty, lunch and gone break. Still nice to see them. Mom, Sis and Niece will be down Thursday because FRIDAY I'm off to enjoy chick weekend at the beach... yeah baby... happy happy. And no I won't be posting from the beach... people please it's a mini-vaca- stay tuned for details Tuesday or Monday depending on when the family heads north.
And finally my bonehead play of the day - in my attempt to be helpful to the ladies group I thought I'd print out the letters I was supposed to, and do envelops and labels - only to call and ask a question and get - the labels are crap and I wasted thirty labels and envelops. On the up side I've got 30 letters folded and ready to go. At that point I quit and decided what is done is done and I will coordinate with folks at the meeting tomorrow.
Oh and with Bubba gone there will be a week free of any Russian issues (pickup & dropoff) say it with an accent it works. Monday promises to be entertaining as it's my first mammogram, Violet has a vet visit and her teeth aren't clean, and I've got a dentist appointment. I'm going to be drunk for the meeting tomorrow night it will make the day better - maybe. ;-)
Enjoy the rest of your Sunday.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Who is that moving gal in the window?
It's ME! ;-) Up and moving for a Saturday morning, I made quiche which according to everyone turned out very well... frankly it wasn't that hard... I made the potato and sausage casserole last night... all turned out well. Plus I had the kitchen cleaned, and the coffee cooked before anyone arrived. Yeah me.
It was the ladies annual basket party, we sit around play one silly game and then shop and eat - sounds like a good way to kill a Saturday morning to me. But we talked a bit and then by 1:30 they were gone and Bubba could come home...
He left early this morning to get his oil changed - in the car people... then returned my new microwave handle, the new one arrived last night and it was white - we took the freaking door with us last Sunday - the door is black - did he (said cashier) not notice? So on his list was to return that and order a black handle. And then some other errand type things that made sure Bubba didn't enter the estrogen zone until it had all cleared out - with the except of those that live here. I don't know do we still count since every female in this house as been fixed, present company included? I still have the make you crazy hormones... so I think that counts.
Last night was the bigger story...
Another slow crawl home, I was armed with my shopping list for Saturday morning, and it was spitting just enough rain to make you feel wet without it pouring down rain. I did my shopping, figured out something for dinner, and headed home. Dug out my kitchen for the first of two times that night and was ready to get down and dirty with party prep - then Bubba called to inform me that he would need a ride home from the bus because he had to pick up oil for the oil change in the morning... (grrrr) First he said pick me up at Pep Boys then he said Target - close but not the same location - "Which is it dear heart?"
He says to me I'll call you. We are very lucky to have dishes remaining. So I washed the dishes that didn't' fit into the dishwasher, arranged everything I would need to put together dinner and casseroles for Saturday then loaded pups into the truck and headed to Target... only to get a phone call telling me to meet him at Wal-Mart. On a side note - does anyone know how to get teeth marks off of one's steering wheel - I think I may just have to buy a new cover.
Anywho - so I sit and wait and finally I get the call - I'm out front. I pick up his person and head home then he has the smart idea to question the length of time for dinner. Then he tries to futz with the white handle of the microwave which is positioned over the stove while I'm trying to cook. And he got cranky... gee sweetheart I'm trying to cook and you're futzing with something you have to RETURN. You're lucky we didn't have flambe Bubba on the menu. Darn electric stoves...
It was the ladies annual basket party, we sit around play one silly game and then shop and eat - sounds like a good way to kill a Saturday morning to me. But we talked a bit and then by 1:30 they were gone and Bubba could come home...
He left early this morning to get his oil changed - in the car people... then returned my new microwave handle, the new one arrived last night and it was white - we took the freaking door with us last Sunday - the door is black - did he (said cashier) not notice? So on his list was to return that and order a black handle. And then some other errand type things that made sure Bubba didn't enter the estrogen zone until it had all cleared out - with the except of those that live here. I don't know do we still count since every female in this house as been fixed, present company included? I still have the make you crazy hormones... so I think that counts.
Last night was the bigger story...
Another slow crawl home, I was armed with my shopping list for Saturday morning, and it was spitting just enough rain to make you feel wet without it pouring down rain. I did my shopping, figured out something for dinner, and headed home. Dug out my kitchen for the first of two times that night and was ready to get down and dirty with party prep - then Bubba called to inform me that he would need a ride home from the bus because he had to pick up oil for the oil change in the morning... (grrrr) First he said pick me up at Pep Boys then he said Target - close but not the same location - "Which is it dear heart?"
He says to me I'll call you. We are very lucky to have dishes remaining. So I washed the dishes that didn't' fit into the dishwasher, arranged everything I would need to put together dinner and casseroles for Saturday then loaded pups into the truck and headed to Target... only to get a phone call telling me to meet him at Wal-Mart. On a side note - does anyone know how to get teeth marks off of one's steering wheel - I think I may just have to buy a new cover.
Anywho - so I sit and wait and finally I get the call - I'm out front. I pick up his person and head home then he has the smart idea to question the length of time for dinner. Then he tries to futz with the white handle of the microwave which is positioned over the stove while I'm trying to cook. And he got cranky... gee sweetheart I'm trying to cook and you're futzing with something you have to RETURN. You're lucky we didn't have flambe Bubba on the menu. Darn electric stoves...
Friday, September 11, 2009
Truly Random
Ok boys and girls - sit down, buckle up and hush up - I've got a lot to say today and you might as well get comfortable.
First - of course is that football game last night or what I've decided to call the last man standing. Holy crap could the offense suck wind any more??!!?? Um - boys it's called a running game -- will someone please tell Fast Willie that he isn't fast when he runs into the big men on the line? Hey O-line - open a freaking hole he isn't called Willie the Steam Engine. OR here is a wacky idea - put a bigger back in the line up - yeesh. That was frustrating as all get out... Now the passing game - Ben sugar - that blond hair is still peeking out - OMG - 12 pump fakes does a sacked idiot make--THROW THE DARN BALL--- (ahem... better thank you)
And Heinz - that is your one allotted fumble - I hope you enjoyed it. You can't do this to people who watch football in Western PA (and suburban DC) the diets and lifestyles do not support this kind of stress... are you trying to kill us off? Not to mention as I laid in bed at 1AM all jazzed up wondering when I might fall asleep. (about 20 minutes before the alarm went off FYI).
Next I got a nice phone call from a old friend - meaning we're old and we knew each other when the hair was feathered, Saturday Night live was funny and Micheal Jackson was still just a pop star. Yeah someone from high school - it was nice to hear from him, his family sounds busy and wonderful and it was nice to share recent things with folks who knew you when you were really young and stupid. I have to get back on Facebook and say hey! that was very very nice way to start my work day...
Speaking of the work day - it started very very late today. Why? Because it's raining and as anyone knows who lives here in DC knows rain+idiots=traffic LOTS and LOTS of traffic another 2 hour ride into work... TWO HOURS. I'm still amazed I've managed not to just snap during one of these rides. I'm trying really hard not to think about the ride home...
It's going to be a busy weekend, the ladies are coming Saturday morning for a social thing, Sunday Bubba is heading West and we'll celebrate with a quiet dinner with just me... I'm really going to have to think of something good... ;-)
And now finally today is September 11th, I remember vividly where I was, and what happened that day. I remember the emails and phone calls from worried parents, because at that time my job took me in and out of the Pentagon regularly. I wasn't there that day. I was there very shortly afterward, and for the next 9 months. I was fortunate to be part of a team in response to that day that helped plug a hole those events exposed. I wear my Pentagon Memorial pin with pride to this day, and remember the burnt smell the building held for a few days. I also remember the determination, drive and focus of this team to do our one part in bringing this country back.
Remember the young men and women who serve our country today and every day, freedom isn't free.
http://attacked911.tripod.com/ (the sound is loud, but it is profound)
First - of course is that football game last night or what I've decided to call the last man standing. Holy crap could the offense suck wind any more??!!?? Um - boys it's called a running game -- will someone please tell Fast Willie that he isn't fast when he runs into the big men on the line? Hey O-line - open a freaking hole he isn't called Willie the Steam Engine. OR here is a wacky idea - put a bigger back in the line up - yeesh. That was frustrating as all get out... Now the passing game - Ben sugar - that blond hair is still peeking out - OMG - 12 pump fakes does a sacked idiot make--THROW THE DARN BALL--- (ahem... better thank you)
And Heinz - that is your one allotted fumble - I hope you enjoyed it. You can't do this to people who watch football in Western PA (and suburban DC) the diets and lifestyles do not support this kind of stress... are you trying to kill us off? Not to mention as I laid in bed at 1AM all jazzed up wondering when I might fall asleep. (about 20 minutes before the alarm went off FYI).
Next I got a nice phone call from a old friend - meaning we're old and we knew each other when the hair was feathered, Saturday Night live was funny and Micheal Jackson was still just a pop star. Yeah someone from high school - it was nice to hear from him, his family sounds busy and wonderful and it was nice to share recent things with folks who knew you when you were really young and stupid. I have to get back on Facebook and say hey! that was very very nice way to start my work day...
Speaking of the work day - it started very very late today. Why? Because it's raining and as anyone knows who lives here in DC knows rain+idiots=traffic LOTS and LOTS of traffic another 2 hour ride into work... TWO HOURS. I'm still amazed I've managed not to just snap during one of these rides. I'm trying really hard not to think about the ride home...
It's going to be a busy weekend, the ladies are coming Saturday morning for a social thing, Sunday Bubba is heading West and we'll celebrate with a quiet dinner with just me... I'm really going to have to think of something good... ;-)
And now finally today is September 11th, I remember vividly where I was, and what happened that day. I remember the emails and phone calls from worried parents, because at that time my job took me in and out of the Pentagon regularly. I wasn't there that day. I was there very shortly afterward, and for the next 9 months. I was fortunate to be part of a team in response to that day that helped plug a hole those events exposed. I wear my Pentagon Memorial pin with pride to this day, and remember the burnt smell the building held for a few days. I also remember the determination, drive and focus of this team to do our one part in bringing this country back.
Remember the young men and women who serve our country today and every day, freedom isn't free.
http://attacked911.tripod.com/ (the sound is loud, but it is profound)
Thursday, September 10, 2009
It's yinzer day...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6bxXaIqO6zs
Sorry folks but I am firmly entrenched in Black and Gold happiness... that feeling will last until 1) sometime tomorrow or 2) they lose the game. And if #2 should happen - it will not be happiness that is posted tomorrow. You have been warned.
Now - 10 hours of pre-game coverage... ahhhh smell the grilling sausage, the cabbage the scent of an Iron City Beer... and here I sit in my beige box. Its Ok - I will be firmly planted in front of my large flat screen TV with satellite HD. Can life get any better? Yeah someone could cook -- wait Mom did that we're having leftovers...sort of...
Someone could drive me home... yeah a personal driver to and from work - wouldn't that be nice? As soon as I win the lottery - and even then I won't spend the money on something that foolish - who said I would still be working? LOL
Now the concern is everyone is picking the Steelers to win...that always makes me nervous - don't listen to the news boys - don't get too full of yourselves that when you pull stupid moves and make us yinzers absolutely NUTS!
Ok, cleansing breath - all better... the vent of the day - we've got a double Bubba... we had the morning "have you showered" yell from the bed - AND a missed bus with a loop around to the second stop. And still I'm clinging to that good yinzer feeling. Double Bubba - that is what I'm going to call it from now on the mornings that start with the yell and bus stop miss - is now officially the Double Bubba. Too many Double Bubba's and there will be murdered Bubba. It was an accident - really officer I was trying to pick him up at the bus stop - what tire marks on the sidewalk?
And just because...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DkTflRQzCZg&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SFgiRAHCGRU&feature=related
Sorry folks but I am firmly entrenched in Black and Gold happiness... that feeling will last until 1) sometime tomorrow or 2) they lose the game. And if #2 should happen - it will not be happiness that is posted tomorrow. You have been warned.
Now - 10 hours of pre-game coverage... ahhhh smell the grilling sausage, the cabbage the scent of an Iron City Beer... and here I sit in my beige box. Its Ok - I will be firmly planted in front of my large flat screen TV with satellite HD. Can life get any better? Yeah someone could cook -- wait Mom did that we're having leftovers...sort of...
Someone could drive me home... yeah a personal driver to and from work - wouldn't that be nice? As soon as I win the lottery - and even then I won't spend the money on something that foolish - who said I would still be working? LOL
Now the concern is everyone is picking the Steelers to win...that always makes me nervous - don't listen to the news boys - don't get too full of yourselves that when you pull stupid moves and make us yinzers absolutely NUTS!
Ok, cleansing breath - all better... the vent of the day - we've got a double Bubba... we had the morning "have you showered" yell from the bed - AND a missed bus with a loop around to the second stop. And still I'm clinging to that good yinzer feeling. Double Bubba - that is what I'm going to call it from now on the mornings that start with the yell and bus stop miss - is now officially the Double Bubba. Too many Double Bubba's and there will be murdered Bubba. It was an accident - really officer I was trying to pick him up at the bus stop - what tire marks on the sidewalk?
And just because...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DkTflRQzCZg&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SFgiRAHCGRU&feature=related
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
And back to the beige...
Back to work - everyone is back to work and they were all in front to me today... I miss August already.
Recap of yesterday - curtains are up, I no longer live in a fish bowl - I LOVE THEM. They look good, cool, very new and tasteful (if I do say so myself). Unfortunately the decorator showed up to watch the curtain guy put in the curtains, and then go home - so my room is still 1/2 done... and will remain so for another 12 days. So my happiness is tempered with the incomplete room... I need to go shopping and redo my bedroom while I wait... (giggle giggle).
While I watched a spider spin a web in the corner of my home office yesterday I was attentively listening to all 3 (yes 3) teleconferences my folks were busy, busy - they roasted, peeled, cleaned and stored all the roasted red peppers. Mom did laundry, Dad fixed my chair, and the face plates in my bedroom, and then threatened to remove my new switch and put the pull switch back in... I'm pretty sure he's kidding - I'll let you know when I get home. AND mom cooked dinner - can't beat that with a stick!
Certainly made my life much easier yesterday. It was a bit of pandemonium yesterday, the cleaning lady was in and not finished before the curtain guy showed up - but again happiness with new treatments... Until Bubba got home... he got home early due to some network issues at work; he walked in and how I wish I could draw for I don't think words can convey the frown-y face he made as he looked at the new curtains. Practice with me at home, make your face frown, wrinkle your forehead, then flash the message across your face "what the heck did I pay for?" and that almost gets the face I got when he got home...
And now my mood is a deflated balloon... but as my father reminded me 'guys don't get this stuff' - as long as you like it - it's fine. I love my Dad...
And now for a moment of yinzer talk --- "Avenge the Towel" this is all over the radio station I stream into my ears from my computer... remember boys and girls those icky Oilers - opps I mean Titians stomped all over our beloved Terrible Towel after we lost that game to them last year in frankly 'fantastic fashion'. (meaning they sucked worse than a 40 year old vacuum cleaner in a house full of shedding dogs)
NOW - tomorrow night with the world watching we are the Super Bowl Champions! You boys better play up and beat those pastel blue wearing pansies! Wave those towels you yinzers and shout the curse from the highest points in Western PA (or suburban DC) Yoi! And Double Yoi!
Go Steelers! /end yinzer moment/
Recap of yesterday - curtains are up, I no longer live in a fish bowl - I LOVE THEM. They look good, cool, very new and tasteful (if I do say so myself). Unfortunately the decorator showed up to watch the curtain guy put in the curtains, and then go home - so my room is still 1/2 done... and will remain so for another 12 days. So my happiness is tempered with the incomplete room... I need to go shopping and redo my bedroom while I wait... (giggle giggle).
While I watched a spider spin a web in the corner of my home office yesterday I was attentively listening to all 3 (yes 3) teleconferences my folks were busy, busy - they roasted, peeled, cleaned and stored all the roasted red peppers. Mom did laundry, Dad fixed my chair, and the face plates in my bedroom, and then threatened to remove my new switch and put the pull switch back in... I'm pretty sure he's kidding - I'll let you know when I get home. AND mom cooked dinner - can't beat that with a stick!
Certainly made my life much easier yesterday. It was a bit of pandemonium yesterday, the cleaning lady was in and not finished before the curtain guy showed up - but again happiness with new treatments... Until Bubba got home... he got home early due to some network issues at work; he walked in and how I wish I could draw for I don't think words can convey the frown-y face he made as he looked at the new curtains. Practice with me at home, make your face frown, wrinkle your forehead, then flash the message across your face "what the heck did I pay for?" and that almost gets the face I got when he got home...
And now my mood is a deflated balloon... but as my father reminded me 'guys don't get this stuff' - as long as you like it - it's fine. I love my Dad...
And now for a moment of yinzer talk --- "Avenge the Towel" this is all over the radio station I stream into my ears from my computer... remember boys and girls those icky Oilers - opps I mean Titians stomped all over our beloved Terrible Towel after we lost that game to them last year in frankly 'fantastic fashion'. (meaning they sucked worse than a 40 year old vacuum cleaner in a house full of shedding dogs)
NOW - tomorrow night with the world watching we are the Super Bowl Champions! You boys better play up and beat those pastel blue wearing pansies! Wave those towels you yinzers and shout the curse from the highest points in Western PA (or suburban DC) Yoi! And Double Yoi!
Go Steelers! /end yinzer moment/
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Missed Monday... what do to...
Figure out something clever for Tuesday? Probably not. I can tell you Monday was relatively quiet but of course there are always things that make life fun and worth living...
First the project - the changing of a light from a pull line to a switch on the wall...
I and my dear Mother made the sage and wise decision to stay on another floor while the 'project' was on going, it looked like this from my vantage point - first Bubba comes upstairs... hear clicking and yelling - "Is it off yet?" I relay the message because I know my dear-old-dad is not going to hear Bubba from inside the garage, down the stairs, turn the corner and, into the laundry room... me yelling from the living room he will hear... to be honest me yelling from the garage he would hear... I digress. He was turning the power off to the laundry room and I wanted to make sure my father still needed his clown wig... (think Afro - electricity... think about folks)
Then a bit later after some rumbling, some laughing the pair come back upstairs, out the front door and to the neighbors - thank goodness I have handy neighbors. They get the parts and bits they need and back down stairs they go - we still hear conversation - then drilling - I send a small prayer heaven-ward and think about a sacrifice to the electrician gods then after a bit - my father comes back upstairs goes into the garage to turn the power back on... I made the mistake of asking why Dad was alone...
My father the clown replies - "um yeah there is only going to be three for dinner". My reply - "oh well Ok." Dad looks at me says OK? Hey no more bus stop runs right?
So without any electrical jolts, no frying of any wires or short circuiting the entire house - I now have a switch on the wall... and I'm still reaching for the pull string... it's going to be a long week.
I am happily working from home today as the decorator will be in today - CURTAINS!! I am very excited. So there might be an update of unbridled happiness or really ticked off... we shall see.
Yesterday also saw the trip to the local farm and the purchase of 1/2 a bushel (yes that right 1/2 a bushel!) of red peppers... which we will then roast over the gas grill, peel off the burnt skin, then seed and freeze for enjoyment by Bubba later. I don't eat these things. It's a messy dirty job - we did 6 peppers yesterday and that was enough to say ick... But Bubba loves these things and now that I know the tricks I fear this will become my job - after as Momma says - "we ain't getting any younger" yeesh - they are going to live forever to to make their children as nuts as they are... ;-)
On the upside while I sit here listening to the second of 3 conference calls of my morning Mom is upstairs roasting another batch - which is less for me to contend with later... LOVE YA MOM.
On a side note - Mom read Saturday's post and she is still giving Dad the business about the finding Wal-mart but not my house comment - which means I got the business from Dad... why yes I do live the "what goes around comes around" principle of life why do you ask?
First the project - the changing of a light from a pull line to a switch on the wall...
I and my dear Mother made the sage and wise decision to stay on another floor while the 'project' was on going, it looked like this from my vantage point - first Bubba comes upstairs... hear clicking and yelling - "Is it off yet?" I relay the message because I know my dear-old-dad is not going to hear Bubba from inside the garage, down the stairs, turn the corner and, into the laundry room... me yelling from the living room he will hear... to be honest me yelling from the garage he would hear... I digress. He was turning the power off to the laundry room and I wanted to make sure my father still needed his clown wig... (think Afro - electricity... think about folks)
Then a bit later after some rumbling, some laughing the pair come back upstairs, out the front door and to the neighbors - thank goodness I have handy neighbors. They get the parts and bits they need and back down stairs they go - we still hear conversation - then drilling - I send a small prayer heaven-ward and think about a sacrifice to the electrician gods then after a bit - my father comes back upstairs goes into the garage to turn the power back on... I made the mistake of asking why Dad was alone...
My father the clown replies - "um yeah there is only going to be three for dinner". My reply - "oh well Ok." Dad looks at me says OK? Hey no more bus stop runs right?
So without any electrical jolts, no frying of any wires or short circuiting the entire house - I now have a switch on the wall... and I'm still reaching for the pull string... it's going to be a long week.
I am happily working from home today as the decorator will be in today - CURTAINS!! I am very excited. So there might be an update of unbridled happiness or really ticked off... we shall see.
Yesterday also saw the trip to the local farm and the purchase of 1/2 a bushel (yes that right 1/2 a bushel!) of red peppers... which we will then roast over the gas grill, peel off the burnt skin, then seed and freeze for enjoyment by Bubba later. I don't eat these things. It's a messy dirty job - we did 6 peppers yesterday and that was enough to say ick... But Bubba loves these things and now that I know the tricks I fear this will become my job - after as Momma says - "we ain't getting any younger" yeesh - they are going to live forever to to make their children as nuts as they are... ;-)
On the upside while I sit here listening to the second of 3 conference calls of my morning Mom is upstairs roasting another batch - which is less for me to contend with later... LOVE YA MOM.
On a side note - Mom read Saturday's post and she is still giving Dad the business about the finding Wal-mart but not my house comment - which means I got the business from Dad... why yes I do live the "what goes around comes around" principle of life why do you ask?
Sunday, September 6, 2009
And the Parental Units are here...
And with all parental visits there is happiness and joy - stress and panic and of course those loving looks from one's spouse to the other with that loving unspoken communication of these are YOUR parents - deal with this.
And so another family visit has begun... I mistakenly thought that Bubba would prefer to go the bagel shop with Mom so he could pick out what he liked... Mom wanted to go alone so she could get all the goodies she liked... they went together both managed to survive and we got the good bagels and coffee cake.
I find it very funny at the lines that come spouting from my parents added then with "I don't want to see this on your blog" People please - I can't not use this good material. This is my life and you people make me crazy in wonderful and 'make me crazy' kind of ways...
Starting with last night - sorry Mom you know I have to use it - the last time she was here - just Mom found the house no problem - when she's with Dad and driving - zips by the house every time... don't ask me why she just does - and my truck is parked in the driveway. OK last night she gets a pass it was dark... and we've only lived in this house for 12 or so years.. maybe longer I forget. Hey it was dark - Dad was talking to her... I won't mention the GPS they didn't turn on.
I will say Dad had the best line - 'she's got a GPS and can find any Wal-Mart in the country but still manages to drive by your house every time she's down here... LOL. Sorry that one was just too good not to share.
And then there is the trip to the Sears Parts store - my mother in the fit of I'm here to help - tells my tool-inept husband that the door to my beloved convection oven comes off and we can go get a new handle. (the bottom part came apart - super glue didn't fix this darn thing... any who) So, door, book and the four of us head out we wait - we get our turn, Dad finds what he needs and that's good - Bubba is taking my door apart MORE as I stand there in horror thinking I may have to kill him and my mother is that oven doesn't' work any more - hell we won't eat I don't know how to cook without it!!!
So cashier one is happily helping Bubba take apart my door - cashier two is helping my parents. It's just us... she starts talking asks why does it always rain on the PA turnpike near Pittsburgh, on her way to Michigan... my father ever the clown with or without his make up (and yes people my father is an actual make-up wearing -balloon-twisting-bad-joke-telling clown I digress)
My father quips - "Hey we like Michigan we go there for our championships" This did not please said cashier number 2 lady - I will say this was all in good fun. And the more Dad smiled and laughed the more she pushed and prodded. Finally in what was the true telling moment she went in the back came back out and said "You're still here? I'm not coming back out until you are gone!" LOL Hey she had to have some fun today - working Sunday of a holiday weekend.
And I can say when Bubba and I were in Detroit in 2006 the folks there couldn't have been nicer - after all it wasn't the Lions we beat in Superbowl XL... just the Red Wings in 2009.... :-D
tomorrow I fear I must document the current on going project in my laundry room, I wanted a light fixture fixed - instead I get a new switch and a "project". Should I be concerned that the FIRST question my father asked was if the insurance was paid up? I'm going to buy a fire extinguisher tonight - and maybe see if I can't bump the life insurance on line tonight - you know just in case.
And so another family visit has begun... I mistakenly thought that Bubba would prefer to go the bagel shop with Mom so he could pick out what he liked... Mom wanted to go alone so she could get all the goodies she liked... they went together both managed to survive and we got the good bagels and coffee cake.
I find it very funny at the lines that come spouting from my parents added then with "I don't want to see this on your blog" People please - I can't not use this good material. This is my life and you people make me crazy in wonderful and 'make me crazy' kind of ways...
Starting with last night - sorry Mom you know I have to use it - the last time she was here - just Mom found the house no problem - when she's with Dad and driving - zips by the house every time... don't ask me why she just does - and my truck is parked in the driveway. OK last night she gets a pass it was dark... and we've only lived in this house for 12 or so years.. maybe longer I forget. Hey it was dark - Dad was talking to her... I won't mention the GPS they didn't turn on.
I will say Dad had the best line - 'she's got a GPS and can find any Wal-Mart in the country but still manages to drive by your house every time she's down here... LOL. Sorry that one was just too good not to share.
And then there is the trip to the Sears Parts store - my mother in the fit of I'm here to help - tells my tool-inept husband that the door to my beloved convection oven comes off and we can go get a new handle. (the bottom part came apart - super glue didn't fix this darn thing... any who) So, door, book and the four of us head out we wait - we get our turn, Dad finds what he needs and that's good - Bubba is taking my door apart MORE as I stand there in horror thinking I may have to kill him and my mother is that oven doesn't' work any more - hell we won't eat I don't know how to cook without it!!!
So cashier one is happily helping Bubba take apart my door - cashier two is helping my parents. It's just us... she starts talking asks why does it always rain on the PA turnpike near Pittsburgh, on her way to Michigan... my father ever the clown with or without his make up (and yes people my father is an actual make-up wearing -balloon-twisting-bad-joke-telling clown I digress)
My father quips - "Hey we like Michigan we go there for our championships" This did not please said cashier number 2 lady - I will say this was all in good fun. And the more Dad smiled and laughed the more she pushed and prodded. Finally in what was the true telling moment she went in the back came back out and said "You're still here? I'm not coming back out until you are gone!" LOL Hey she had to have some fun today - working Sunday of a holiday weekend.
And I can say when Bubba and I were in Detroit in 2006 the folks there couldn't have been nicer - after all it wasn't the Lions we beat in Superbowl XL... just the Red Wings in 2009.... :-D
tomorrow I fear I must document the current on going project in my laundry room, I wanted a light fixture fixed - instead I get a new switch and a "project". Should I be concerned that the FIRST question my father asked was if the insurance was paid up? I'm going to buy a fire extinguisher tonight - and maybe see if I can't bump the life insurance on line tonight - you know just in case.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Quick hit Saturday...
Quick thoughts today as his royal highness - aka Bubba will assuredly be in a snit for I am sitting here on the computer rather than doing something productive... hey I policed the back yard for doggie land mines didn't I? We both hate that job and it's a pissing contest every time - almost.
I haven't had to do it for a while so I sucked it up and dealt with it - and on the up side he's having to mow more frequently so there isn't a month's worth of "mines" waiting to be found...
On another less gross topic - Bubba managed to get home this morning. I bothers me a bit to hear about co-workers and their girlfriend troubles and the walking bar to bar in trendy hip YOUNG areas but I also know Bubba and as previously stated he is the whitest man in America so I know he's not quite the hipster those chicks are looking for... and frankly it was nice to a have quiet night to myself... (selfish I know).
Still don't want a lot of details about cramped bars and all the rest - it bothers me on an basic level...
So, I've got to find my house the folks will be here some time tonight and he wants me to weed out front - I can't take the sun for very long - it's the meds. This sucks! But it's a another bed of my own making - you know if I would just quit making the freaking beds I'd be fine!! That will learn me - and isn't it ironic that I rarely literally make my own bed? I need a new phrase... let me work on that one.
Well he's circling close to the back window so I better sign off for now - more and maybe something entertaining later... stay tuned.
I haven't had to do it for a while so I sucked it up and dealt with it - and on the up side he's having to mow more frequently so there isn't a month's worth of "mines" waiting to be found...
On another less gross topic - Bubba managed to get home this morning. I bothers me a bit to hear about co-workers and their girlfriend troubles and the walking bar to bar in trendy hip YOUNG areas but I also know Bubba and as previously stated he is the whitest man in America so I know he's not quite the hipster those chicks are looking for... and frankly it was nice to a have quiet night to myself... (selfish I know).
Still don't want a lot of details about cramped bars and all the rest - it bothers me on an basic level...
So, I've got to find my house the folks will be here some time tonight and he wants me to weed out front - I can't take the sun for very long - it's the meds. This sucks! But it's a another bed of my own making - you know if I would just quit making the freaking beds I'd be fine!! That will learn me - and isn't it ironic that I rarely literally make my own bed? I need a new phrase... let me work on that one.
Well he's circling close to the back window so I better sign off for now - more and maybe something entertaining later... stay tuned.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Ah... Friday Friday...
And the Friday before a holiday weekend, parking is a dream - the hallways are lonely and quiet and I will be bored out of my freaking gourd shortly. I digress...
Minor bus stop issue - again look at your watch as soon as we got the the traffic light and I looked at the time I knew we had a 50-50 shot of catching the usual bus stop - stop. And sure enough turned the corner... and there it goes! Of course Bubba has only the most understanding and happy reaction - and off we went to bus stop #2. Dropped him off and went about my day...
Now here is a question if no one is at work today - who were all those people in front of me on the beltway today? AND since you people are not at work today - leave early so when I hit the road to head home we won't be sitting on the beltway together - wadda say skippy? Get out of town at noon and leave the evening rush to those 6 of us who actually are here today.... whine whine... because I KNOW it isn't going to work that way...
Dinner out last night was fun! Old town Alexandra - very nice very trendy - parking was fun. But still a nice dinner, with nice folks. And another thumbs up for the hair (former co-workers). LOL Vanity thy name is ME!
So - plan for today is a series of small errands topped off with a ride home, tend to that mess... and then wonder if I will see Bubba late tonight or sometime tomorrow morning; have I mentioned how much I'm not liking these new co-workers? Young, male, single -- and should I worry that he dressed for work better today than he has all week? Nah - he knows I know where the pistol is and how to use it... and I bet in a pinch I could figure out that shotgun.
More evidence of that true love - can you just smell it?
Smells surprisingly like gunpowder...
Minor bus stop issue - again look at your watch as soon as we got the the traffic light and I looked at the time I knew we had a 50-50 shot of catching the usual bus stop - stop. And sure enough turned the corner... and there it goes! Of course Bubba has only the most understanding and happy reaction - and off we went to bus stop #2. Dropped him off and went about my day...
Now here is a question if no one is at work today - who were all those people in front of me on the beltway today? AND since you people are not at work today - leave early so when I hit the road to head home we won't be sitting on the beltway together - wadda say skippy? Get out of town at noon and leave the evening rush to those 6 of us who actually are here today.... whine whine... because I KNOW it isn't going to work that way...
Dinner out last night was fun! Old town Alexandra - very nice very trendy - parking was fun. But still a nice dinner, with nice folks. And another thumbs up for the hair (former co-workers). LOL Vanity thy name is ME!
So - plan for today is a series of small errands topped off with a ride home, tend to that mess... and then wonder if I will see Bubba late tonight or sometime tomorrow morning; have I mentioned how much I'm not liking these new co-workers? Young, male, single -- and should I worry that he dressed for work better today than he has all week? Nah - he knows I know where the pistol is and how to use it... and I bet in a pinch I could figure out that shotgun.
More evidence of that true love - can you just smell it?
Smells surprisingly like gunpowder...
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Stereotypes are there for a reason
Now before you freak out I'm talking Male/Female...
Thanks Mom for the spark in the dark vacuum of deep space that is my brain.... she made some snarky comment about being grateful for not having to bring TP to the house again. As if - now granted I might have had to run to the store right before/during/after one of their visits but there was always SOMETHING in the house.... seriously... Don't forget the Turkey Farm run MOM! Thanks! Love ya!
Ok - now back to the stereotypes... get back from Metro pickup/drop off and I run upstairs to take out my contacts and attend to 'issues'... no TP in my bathroom - just that lonely 1/2 sheet of paper stuck to the cardboard roll... fine - run to the other bathroom upstairs... guess what I found? You betcha the same scene the sad 1/2 sheet of paper hanging forlornly from said cardboard round... grrrrrrrrr - now must quick step down stairs to the third bathroom (yes I am a luck girl deal with it) finally 'issues' are tended to... then I come out and look at Bubba. Now thanks to that genetic defect known as 'male' he simply cannot figure out how to put a new roll on the holders! I looked at him as if he'd grown horns, "Do we need remedial TP instructions AGAIN? TWO bathrooms - one is bad enough but TWO!!!!"
And what does my darling Bubba do??? Looks remorseful or shameful at his lack of TP replace-ness? NO! Does he simply apologize stating he was in hurry or simply forgot? NO Did he smile stupidly and desperately try to not to laugh while stating "What's the problem?" GIVE THAT GAL A PRIZE....
I swear men think there is a magic TP fairy that comes along and replaces the TP when it runs out - THERE IS AND IT'S YOUR WIFE YOU IDIOT. Ahhh there better - and replaced. Until we run again... I'll be 85 years young and still bitching about this one... thanks for the vent.
Oh and my hair is still fabulous! :-)
Thanks Mom for the spark in the dark vacuum of deep space that is my brain.... she made some snarky comment about being grateful for not having to bring TP to the house again. As if - now granted I might have had to run to the store right before/during/after one of their visits but there was always SOMETHING in the house.... seriously... Don't forget the Turkey Farm run MOM! Thanks! Love ya!
Ok - now back to the stereotypes... get back from Metro pickup/drop off and I run upstairs to take out my contacts and attend to 'issues'... no TP in my bathroom - just that lonely 1/2 sheet of paper stuck to the cardboard roll... fine - run to the other bathroom upstairs... guess what I found? You betcha the same scene the sad 1/2 sheet of paper hanging forlornly from said cardboard round... grrrrrrrrr - now must quick step down stairs to the third bathroom (yes I am a luck girl deal with it) finally 'issues' are tended to... then I come out and look at Bubba. Now thanks to that genetic defect known as 'male' he simply cannot figure out how to put a new roll on the holders! I looked at him as if he'd grown horns, "Do we need remedial TP instructions AGAIN? TWO bathrooms - one is bad enough but TWO!!!!"
And what does my darling Bubba do??? Looks remorseful or shameful at his lack of TP replace-ness? NO! Does he simply apologize stating he was in hurry or simply forgot? NO Did he smile stupidly and desperately try to not to laugh while stating "What's the problem?" GIVE THAT GAL A PRIZE....
I swear men think there is a magic TP fairy that comes along and replaces the TP when it runs out - THERE IS AND IT'S YOUR WIFE YOU IDIOT. Ahhh there better - and replaced. Until we run again... I'll be 85 years young and still bitching about this one... thanks for the vent.
Oh and my hair is still fabulous! :-)
Thank goodness for girl friends...
First let's get the hair reactions out of the way - husband "I see you went nuts at the hair dresser today - its too short". Thanks honey I knew I could count on you for some kind of uplifting comments....
Ah but this morning - the gals at the office - my ego is soaring. "You look hot" - "Seriously 10 years younger" "really great!" What we do without girlfriends? Going out to dinner with former co-workers tonight - this should be fun too. ;-)
Now that I have published my ego boast of the day (week - possibly into the rest of the month) we can come back down to earth... As I looked about my house today I realized I was having company this weekend... I better get busy and put together a bigger part of the house. The living room won't be done until Tuesday - the decorator and the curtains guy will be here Tuesday... Man I have got to get a digital camera so I can post some of those pics!! I'll head to Target do you think they have one for $50? LOL I am very excited to see my new room... Anyone want to take a bet on how long I get to enjoy it before Bubba sucks all the fun out of it? You know - by mentioning the budget (and the whizzing sound it made as it danced by...)
Never mind it's like the hair - I like it that is all that matters. (see me with my tongue sticking out and making funny faces - yeah so I'm 5)
On the the pondering thought for today... I was grumping at Bubba last night when at 8:30 PM he called last night and requested a Metro pickup. Yeah again. I said fine and headed out to go get his fanny... only there was overnight construction on the big highway... ONE LANE OF TRAFFIC was getting by at a very slow pace as everyone must slow down and look the guys putting out those little orange cones then you hit the blinding lights and then plunged back into the dark... and I wonder why my eyes crossed ever so briefly. So... with that slow down and of course eye adjustment time to the new darkness it took a bit longer to get to said Metro station... and of course 2 minutes out the phone rings, "where are you?"
Now I'm sure you all expected some great rant or explosion - no-- not me. I calmly instructed Bubba of issues that I encountered and that I was a mere few minutes away to pick him up and happily take him to his car... (and if you believe that load of manure I've got a bridge in Brooklyn to sell you). Of course I yelled.
And I grumped on the way home - and somehow he managed to make ME feel bad because I didn't want to leave the house at 8:30 and go get his butt! I swear there is something wrong with me... if you're going to take the bus - make the bus home. You've got a lap top - use it when you get home. Apparently I'm still a bit cranky.
And just wait until I have to hold to a diet... and what spy satellite does Weight Watchers have? Discussion with the doctor - and in today's mail - WW coupons to join up. Man do you think they could find Bin Laden? Its a thought.
That's it for today - not feeling particularly chatty. ;-)
Ah but this morning - the gals at the office - my ego is soaring. "You look hot" - "Seriously 10 years younger" "really great!" What we do without girlfriends? Going out to dinner with former co-workers tonight - this should be fun too. ;-)
Now that I have published my ego boast of the day (week - possibly into the rest of the month) we can come back down to earth... As I looked about my house today I realized I was having company this weekend... I better get busy and put together a bigger part of the house. The living room won't be done until Tuesday - the decorator and the curtains guy will be here Tuesday... Man I have got to get a digital camera so I can post some of those pics!! I'll head to Target do you think they have one for $50? LOL I am very excited to see my new room... Anyone want to take a bet on how long I get to enjoy it before Bubba sucks all the fun out of it? You know - by mentioning the budget (and the whizzing sound it made as it danced by...)
Never mind it's like the hair - I like it that is all that matters. (see me with my tongue sticking out and making funny faces - yeah so I'm 5)
On the the pondering thought for today... I was grumping at Bubba last night when at 8:30 PM he called last night and requested a Metro pickup. Yeah again. I said fine and headed out to go get his fanny... only there was overnight construction on the big highway... ONE LANE OF TRAFFIC was getting by at a very slow pace as everyone must slow down and look the guys putting out those little orange cones then you hit the blinding lights and then plunged back into the dark... and I wonder why my eyes crossed ever so briefly. So... with that slow down and of course eye adjustment time to the new darkness it took a bit longer to get to said Metro station... and of course 2 minutes out the phone rings, "where are you?"
Now I'm sure you all expected some great rant or explosion - no-- not me. I calmly instructed Bubba of issues that I encountered and that I was a mere few minutes away to pick him up and happily take him to his car... (and if you believe that load of manure I've got a bridge in Brooklyn to sell you). Of course I yelled.
And I grumped on the way home - and somehow he managed to make ME feel bad because I didn't want to leave the house at 8:30 and go get his butt! I swear there is something wrong with me... if you're going to take the bus - make the bus home. You've got a lap top - use it when you get home. Apparently I'm still a bit cranky.
And just wait until I have to hold to a diet... and what spy satellite does Weight Watchers have? Discussion with the doctor - and in today's mail - WW coupons to join up. Man do you think they could find Bin Laden? Its a thought.
That's it for today - not feeling particularly chatty. ;-)
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Busy Wednesday morning...
And it's not even work related... rarely is it these days... But painter guy has come and gone and my windows are now trimmed properly. My Doctor isn't happy, get back on the meds and make another appointment. Med student was fun.
Always fun to ask about options for weight loss the doctors are hesitant to suggest surgery they go back to the old stand bys "diet and exercise" Sweetie if I did that regular I wouldn't be asking about other options... but she said before any other options were looked into they needed to see commitment from the patient. Yeah yeah yeah... ;-) So now to find 30 minutes in my day for me to move... if I could get the dogs to stop sniffing and other stuff that wouldn't be so much trouble. I had the idea to get the office girls to walk with me more fun when you can gossip and exercise than just to exercise. Am I right? So I'll think about it some more and work on getting my lazy fanny into doing something.
Next on my day was my hair appointment -- good bye grey and hello Miss Clairol #43. Plus I let my hair dresser loose today - I want something 'new' I told her. And I got new. I LOVE it. The Bubba will not be as pleased - why because it's short. Not short-short but shorter than it was before. Should be fun to see his reaction tonight. But we know girls - we don't do hair and such for men - we do it for us. Men have no clue if we smell good and look at them they have an interested gene (or jean).
I made the mistake of going into Costco. Its a mistake for me to go into Costco, without a list, with a specific purpose and hungry. But I was right there I had my dishwasher soap coupon and well as I wondered up and down the aisles I found other things I could use, something I might need shortly... you get the idea. And $150 later I'm out the door. I can never get out of Costco without spending at least $100. Shame on me - but on my up side with the parent-al units visiting for a nice long weekend having Costco sized TP rolls is a good thing. (kidding!!) But it is handy to have enough TP on hand. After all I do have a husband who takes the Sunday paper into the bathroom with him. Poor Bubba - having the favorite part of his week broadcast to the world. LOL
I'm having a craving for birthday cake - which is not really good considering the conversation witht the doctor this morning. I don't think they have managed to figure out how to do 'diet' butter cream - and frankly it makes me a bit queasy to think about it. I'll figure something out maybe make a cake and go easy on the icing or use fruit instead - the lemon pound cake was a big hit.
One other thing I bought 3 pounds of plums at Costco today - they tasted very good from the taster girl so I bought the packet... so I can now so search a recipe that calls for plums Bubba never has to know I went nuts and bought 3 pounds worth. I'd bet Paula Deen has got something with butter and cream that will taste just fine. We start our healthy eating post a 3-day weekend. Ok I better start paying closer attention to this conference call - they might actually want me to say something smart and insightful.... right - they know me.
Check back tomorrow for the hair discussion and any other random thoughts for a Thursday... or not. ;-)
Always fun to ask about options for weight loss the doctors are hesitant to suggest surgery they go back to the old stand bys "diet and exercise" Sweetie if I did that regular I wouldn't be asking about other options... but she said before any other options were looked into they needed to see commitment from the patient. Yeah yeah yeah... ;-) So now to find 30 minutes in my day for me to move... if I could get the dogs to stop sniffing and other stuff that wouldn't be so much trouble. I had the idea to get the office girls to walk with me more fun when you can gossip and exercise than just to exercise. Am I right? So I'll think about it some more and work on getting my lazy fanny into doing something.
Next on my day was my hair appointment -- good bye grey and hello Miss Clairol #43. Plus I let my hair dresser loose today - I want something 'new' I told her. And I got new. I LOVE it. The Bubba will not be as pleased - why because it's short. Not short-short but shorter than it was before. Should be fun to see his reaction tonight. But we know girls - we don't do hair and such for men - we do it for us. Men have no clue if we smell good and look at them they have an interested gene (or jean).
I made the mistake of going into Costco. Its a mistake for me to go into Costco, without a list, with a specific purpose and hungry. But I was right there I had my dishwasher soap coupon and well as I wondered up and down the aisles I found other things I could use, something I might need shortly... you get the idea. And $150 later I'm out the door. I can never get out of Costco without spending at least $100. Shame on me - but on my up side with the parent-al units visiting for a nice long weekend having Costco sized TP rolls is a good thing. (kidding!!) But it is handy to have enough TP on hand. After all I do have a husband who takes the Sunday paper into the bathroom with him. Poor Bubba - having the favorite part of his week broadcast to the world. LOL
I'm having a craving for birthday cake - which is not really good considering the conversation witht the doctor this morning. I don't think they have managed to figure out how to do 'diet' butter cream - and frankly it makes me a bit queasy to think about it. I'll figure something out maybe make a cake and go easy on the icing or use fruit instead - the lemon pound cake was a big hit.
One other thing I bought 3 pounds of plums at Costco today - they tasted very good from the taster girl so I bought the packet... so I can now so search a recipe that calls for plums Bubba never has to know I went nuts and bought 3 pounds worth. I'd bet Paula Deen has got something with butter and cream that will taste just fine. We start our healthy eating post a 3-day weekend. Ok I better start paying closer attention to this conference call - they might actually want me to say something smart and insightful.... right - they know me.
Check back tomorrow for the hair discussion and any other random thoughts for a Thursday... or not. ;-)
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Why can't I enforce these rules?
I so desperately want be the office enforcer, specifically with teleconferences... personally I think telecons are the devil's work. Oh sure you can sit in your office, and "get other things done" while attentively listening to some ya-who blather on about something he thinks you need to know... but there are those who work in proximity of me who have above and beyond their fair share of conferences.... which make the rest of us crazy... Here are my suggestions for timely, informative and useful telecons - and to live harmoniously with your fellow office drones.
The first rule should be to SHUT YOUR FREAKING DOOR!!! I hate my own telecons the last thing I want to hear bleeding through my zen of Pittsburgh Sports talk radio (bless streaming Internet) is your blathering telecons - bad enough I have to listen to my own.
The second rule is be on time, nothing makes me more crazy than listening to your mellow on-hold music waiting for the meeting organizer to get their act together until 10 minutes past the scheduled meeting time. I DO have other things to do than listen to this music which will cause homicidal thoughts to occur within 4.5 minutes (or maybe that's just me).
The third rule and it's a new one for me - don't put the entire telecon on hold so you can argue with the people in the room. Do this BEFORE the meeting, wait until after the call - don't waste my time - because we're back to that on hold music and the clock doesn't reset - it starts right where it left off so my fuse is even shorter for this foolishness.
This one I will call the 'cutsie girl' rule - you know the ones those small skinny girls who add nothing to the project but find it necessary to speak up 10 feet away from the phone in that small I'm-so-small-and-cute-voice. SPEAK UP!! Or better yet sit down say nothing because the incoherent babblings you do say add nothing to the topic and simply make the call 3 minutes longer.
Finally Mr. My-opinion-is-oh-so-important I must talk over everyone constantly... you - sit down shut up and dear god let someone else have a freaking opinion - or at least take a breath. No one is interested in hearing your voice but you - talk to yourself in the car on the way home... and quit wasting my time; plus your voice is starting to give me an annoying facial tick and it makes my lunch companions nervous.
I will not wield my power unfairly first offense will be a mild shock through the phone or keyboard, the second will result in only first degree burns; third offense I show up in your office with a cattle prod... just so you get the point. Signing off to get ready to attend yet another conference call... I wonder where I can get a cattle prod on the cheap...
Later.
The first rule should be to SHUT YOUR FREAKING DOOR!!! I hate my own telecons the last thing I want to hear bleeding through my zen of Pittsburgh Sports talk radio (bless streaming Internet) is your blathering telecons - bad enough I have to listen to my own.
The second rule is be on time, nothing makes me more crazy than listening to your mellow on-hold music waiting for the meeting organizer to get their act together until 10 minutes past the scheduled meeting time. I DO have other things to do than listen to this music which will cause homicidal thoughts to occur within 4.5 minutes (or maybe that's just me).
The third rule and it's a new one for me - don't put the entire telecon on hold so you can argue with the people in the room. Do this BEFORE the meeting, wait until after the call - don't waste my time - because we're back to that on hold music and the clock doesn't reset - it starts right where it left off so my fuse is even shorter for this foolishness.
This one I will call the 'cutsie girl' rule - you know the ones those small skinny girls who add nothing to the project but find it necessary to speak up 10 feet away from the phone in that small I'm-so-small-and-cute-voice. SPEAK UP!! Or better yet sit down say nothing because the incoherent babblings you do say add nothing to the topic and simply make the call 3 minutes longer.
Finally Mr. My-opinion-is-oh-so-important I must talk over everyone constantly... you - sit down shut up and dear god let someone else have a freaking opinion - or at least take a breath. No one is interested in hearing your voice but you - talk to yourself in the car on the way home... and quit wasting my time; plus your voice is starting to give me an annoying facial tick and it makes my lunch companions nervous.
I will not wield my power unfairly first offense will be a mild shock through the phone or keyboard, the second will result in only first degree burns; third offense I show up in your office with a cattle prod... just so you get the point. Signing off to get ready to attend yet another conference call... I wonder where I can get a cattle prod on the cheap...
Later.
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