Now as it's Saturday and my 'other' job has kicked in (taking care of everything else I didn't do this week) I was out and about. Bubba is at work. 'nuf said.
So Bank for the ladies' group, kinkos for a quick copy, post office (holy smokes!!) "quick" book and letter mailing -- parking was the biggest issue... I LOVE that automated machine! Anywho... last stop was the grocery store. Now like a good doobie I made a list, planned my meals for the week because frankly I have discovered it 1) makes evenings go smoother 2) eliminates the freezer dump of here eat this and 3) I don't have to go the grocery store every blasted night and refrain from murdering some idiot with a basket full of stuff in the self-checkout-express lane...ahem.
Now I got my stuff, a few extra things I noticed we were out of and I was outta there... now it's Saturday so I mellow, got no where to go, no rush, no muss no fuss. Didn't even roll my eyes when I wasn't paying attention and got behind the man with the oxygen tank with him. He bought his meat separately, paid cash, then did the rest of his order. No idea WHY - but frankly wasn't very interested to figure it out. Now he gets all checked out, I get all checked out, heading to family truck-ster and while loading up my haul I hear shouted, "Oh man! Oh Son ofa" There sat in a dirty black mustang a person smoking with the window down, their handicapped decal on the rear view mirror while a runaway buggy hit their car. Now when I looked over and then realized it was a woman.. (think Pat) She got out of car, then I saw the old man with the oxygen tank - it was his buggy that got away from him. Now she ranted and raved and frankly from my vantage point the car didn't look damaged and frankly neither did she.
But she continued to talk in a loud voice expressing her displeasure over the issue, now the peeve is on several levels, first you saw this thing coming and you had to figure the old man with the oxygen wasn't going to be quick enough to grab it. Get your lazy backside out of the car and save your own car! Second - there was nothing wrong with this person sitting in the handicapped space - shame on you. Third, you were just rude! Its a freaking car, go WALK to the auto parts store and get some buffer - all the dirt saved the scratch... Stuff happens honey get over yourself. Now if that had been Bubba he would have been pissy about his auto as well but I know he wouldn't have yelled at some poor soul with an oxygen mask and moving slow... at least while I was there. ;-)
Second bizarre thing today, I went into a smoothie place, I have to be careful for this not to become a habit - these are good, supposed to be good for you, but pricey. Now I walk in I get welcomed loudly, I stare at the board trying to find something sans the stupid strawberry, then perky Patty the manager comes over and asks if I'm confused and she'd be happy to explain the menu board to me. Now I stand there thinking, sweetie I can read and cipher, I get it, but I let her show me how it works, on the up side I discovered I can substitute the dreaded strawberry out of something for another fruit. OK fine, so not worth the 3 minute menu breakdown from Perky Patty the manager (PP for short)
So, I place my order, there are 3 people in the store, you order in place A, pay in place B so you have the 'opportunity' to shop all the other crap they have laying about. Thank you no, just my fruit, juice and ice please. So I pay, lucky me it's PP. "Did you find everything OK?" It was a six foot walk honey I'm good. I am the last customer to get their smoothie - and still the idiot kid behind the counter had to shout my name and my order. Really? Was the needed?
Errands are done, computer stuff is done, peeve has been vented and now I'm off to fight with the pups while I clip their nails, and gather laundry. Then it's dinner time... Oh SO coming back as a man in my next life... Stay tuned. Sunday could promise to be almost as exciting. ;-)
Life in the 'burbs... golly and gee whiz already.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
I'm here.. I'm here...
Wednesday was the travel day and by the time I got home I just wanted to sit... on something that wasn't moving. Now the flight home was wonderfully uneventful, the shuttle was right there and moving... all over DC and into Montgomery County, he nearly missed the turn off to my neighborhood but I spoke up and I was home...
To cranky Bubba, who grumped about something, then went on and on in exacting detail about some piece of paper work that had to be completed, mailed and dealt with yadda yadda yadda... keep in mind, I walked in the door, dumped my stuff changed my clothes and he starts in with this... if I were to do this to him - he'd toss a tantrum. I just looked at him with glazed eyes as if I was actually listening to his drivel. Last night then the questions began ... and he actually looked at me and said, "I told you this already" - humor me dear I wasn't really listening after a full day of work, travel and the rest, (I said to myself) then said, "I just want to be sure I got it right dear."
Yeah I nauseate myself.
So the last two days since arriving home have been a whirlwind of work related fires and issues and foolishness that frankly one should not have to deal with post travel. After all one must basically strip down to darn near underclothes walk through a machine, get redressed, repacked then cram yourself onto a tin can that is jetted into the sky, bounce around a bit, "land" (not fond of National Airport... basically your up then DOWN as in right NOW)... and I am wondering.
Bubba managed to get home last night at an early 10 PM, so I ate the last of the noodle casserole I left for him and chilled. Tonight he goes out with the boys for a beer and appetizers, I got shrimp at the grocery store and I have completed the week - sans cooking. A bonus in my book.
Now as previously posted I have sent a baby shower gift north - NO clue as to receipt, appreciated to comments to the contrary as not a single soul from that neck-o-the-woods have deemed it necessary to either call or write. I'm not even looking for "thank you" how about "I got it." Whatever.
This weekend is the last free weekend until April - no not kidding. Now some are crammed full, other just have one thing and another day free so we'll take what we can get. Work promises to be nutso and won't that be fun?
I was slogging through the Ladies' Group finances, and I got a phone call from a member of Bob's group (which he no longer goes) and says he has my check and can he swing by and drop it off. Hey no problem, one less thing I have to deal with tomorrow.
Bubba pitches a fit stating "I just don't get it" and (I swear I'm not making this up) He is not dressed to receive visitors. Seriously? What are you a 70 year old woman from the deep south? Please, it's Friday night we're home and mellow - who cares if you answer the door in sweat pants? Its not like I invited him in to high tea for the love of almighty....
The transaction is exactly 2 minutes, Hi, how are you, thanks for dropping it by, see you, quick question, answer and gone. The door was barely open to keep the puppies inside and Bubba never left his chair. Dressed to receive visitors... oh please. I swear to the high heavens the man is going to be a real pisser when he gets old. I may just shoot him to put him out of my misery.
Stay tuned for a fun filled weekend of Bubba at work and Olympic Hockey. Yeah it's a life... any idea where I can get a new one - preferably with a sugar daddy and a winning lottery ticket? ;-)
Just asking...
To cranky Bubba, who grumped about something, then went on and on in exacting detail about some piece of paper work that had to be completed, mailed and dealt with yadda yadda yadda... keep in mind, I walked in the door, dumped my stuff changed my clothes and he starts in with this... if I were to do this to him - he'd toss a tantrum. I just looked at him with glazed eyes as if I was actually listening to his drivel. Last night then the questions began ... and he actually looked at me and said, "I told you this already" - humor me dear I wasn't really listening after a full day of work, travel and the rest, (I said to myself) then said, "I just want to be sure I got it right dear."
Yeah I nauseate myself.
So the last two days since arriving home have been a whirlwind of work related fires and issues and foolishness that frankly one should not have to deal with post travel. After all one must basically strip down to darn near underclothes walk through a machine, get redressed, repacked then cram yourself onto a tin can that is jetted into the sky, bounce around a bit, "land" (not fond of National Airport... basically your up then DOWN as in right NOW)... and I am wondering.
Bubba managed to get home last night at an early 10 PM, so I ate the last of the noodle casserole I left for him and chilled. Tonight he goes out with the boys for a beer and appetizers, I got shrimp at the grocery store and I have completed the week - sans cooking. A bonus in my book.
Now as previously posted I have sent a baby shower gift north - NO clue as to receipt, appreciated to comments to the contrary as not a single soul from that neck-o-the-woods have deemed it necessary to either call or write. I'm not even looking for "thank you" how about "I got it." Whatever.
This weekend is the last free weekend until April - no not kidding. Now some are crammed full, other just have one thing and another day free so we'll take what we can get. Work promises to be nutso and won't that be fun?
I was slogging through the Ladies' Group finances, and I got a phone call from a member of Bob's group (which he no longer goes) and says he has my check and can he swing by and drop it off. Hey no problem, one less thing I have to deal with tomorrow.
Bubba pitches a fit stating "I just don't get it" and (I swear I'm not making this up) He is not dressed to receive visitors. Seriously? What are you a 70 year old woman from the deep south? Please, it's Friday night we're home and mellow - who cares if you answer the door in sweat pants? Its not like I invited him in to high tea for the love of almighty....
The transaction is exactly 2 minutes, Hi, how are you, thanks for dropping it by, see you, quick question, answer and gone. The door was barely open to keep the puppies inside and Bubba never left his chair. Dressed to receive visitors... oh please. I swear to the high heavens the man is going to be a real pisser when he gets old. I may just shoot him to put him out of my misery.
Stay tuned for a fun filled weekend of Bubba at work and Olympic Hockey. Yeah it's a life... any idea where I can get a new one - preferably with a sugar daddy and a winning lottery ticket? ;-)
Just asking...
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Travel Day two...
Slept so-so, it ain't home, but I did have to turn on the A/C to cool my room down enough to actually sleep in it. Bubba called before my alarm went off -- unaware of the Eastern Standard and Central time difference. He has the same East Coast/ West Coast time differences as well...he has called home at midnight... After answering his question which brings me back to my previous post about living at the house but having no idea how it is run... then arguing with me when a series of events (regarding said running) actually occurred at 6:15 AM central time. And y'all wonder why I named this blog cheap therapy - its this or I'm the next woman on the roof of her home waiting for her husband to get home with a gun, so she can hit her husband and his precious car all with one well timed shot. And I've wondered again haven't it?
And in a boost to my ego this morning, a co-worker looked at me at the breakfast bar and said and I quote, "oh you didn't get much sleep either you look awful" And this was post make-up - why did I bother? I was really tempted to go back to bed. But NO - ate breakfast, drove to the office, and sat in the conference room of the never ending meeting. THEN discovered I've got a lot of work coming at me fast and hard... oh what a joy the busiest month of my life is going to be.
Then to make up for this day we went out to dinner, we started out at a Mexican restaurant only to discover it was "Elm Grove Elementary fund raiser" night. There were small screaming children every where and every women there had to stop in the middle of every travel lane to chat to everyone they passed, because everyone there knew everyone! I really had to go to the restroom, and having the stop-and-chats in front of me was not a great thing for my abused bladder....
We gratefully bagged the Mexican place and wandered two doors down to the German restaurant... eh... all right but not not my favorite. I had the pork roast which was stuffed with chopped mushrooms and onions. Scraped out all that foolishness, ate the pork which was good, there was some potato thing that was a round ball of hey-you-preformed potato with a crouton in the middle - not great. I did like the red cabbage. Now the creme-de-le-creme of the dinner -dessert. A eclair pie, puff pastry, cream, chocolate, chocolate cake and a real eclair on the back end.... oh my god.... so very very good.
Now I'm back in my room, packed to head home and there is the threat of --you guessed it-- snow to announce our arrival back in DC... shoot me now. The only shining factor in that is Bubba is home and I don't care if it's 1/2 an inch Bubba is out there shoveling. Dig Bubba dig. I'll be inside drinking.
It will be a 50-50 shot if I post tomorrow we'll see how the trip home treats me. Stay tuned.
And in a boost to my ego this morning, a co-worker looked at me at the breakfast bar and said and I quote, "oh you didn't get much sleep either you look awful" And this was post make-up - why did I bother? I was really tempted to go back to bed. But NO - ate breakfast, drove to the office, and sat in the conference room of the never ending meeting. THEN discovered I've got a lot of work coming at me fast and hard... oh what a joy the busiest month of my life is going to be.
Then to make up for this day we went out to dinner, we started out at a Mexican restaurant only to discover it was "Elm Grove Elementary fund raiser" night. There were small screaming children every where and every women there had to stop in the middle of every travel lane to chat to everyone they passed, because everyone there knew everyone! I really had to go to the restroom, and having the stop-and-chats in front of me was not a great thing for my abused bladder....
We gratefully bagged the Mexican place and wandered two doors down to the German restaurant... eh... all right but not not my favorite. I had the pork roast which was stuffed with chopped mushrooms and onions. Scraped out all that foolishness, ate the pork which was good, there was some potato thing that was a round ball of hey-you-preformed potato with a crouton in the middle - not great. I did like the red cabbage. Now the creme-de-le-creme of the dinner -dessert. A eclair pie, puff pastry, cream, chocolate, chocolate cake and a real eclair on the back end.... oh my god.... so very very good.
Now I'm back in my room, packed to head home and there is the threat of --you guessed it-- snow to announce our arrival back in DC... shoot me now. The only shining factor in that is Bubba is home and I don't care if it's 1/2 an inch Bubba is out there shoveling. Dig Bubba dig. I'll be inside drinking.
It will be a 50-50 shot if I post tomorrow we'll see how the trip home treats me. Stay tuned.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Travel weary... day one
Or why am I here? Here is the lovely and warmer (than DC) Huntsville AL... Day start time? 4:30 AM... up, showered, dressed, puppies, pack last things, double check as much as possible and wait for the shuttle... then he arrives, picks up more people, then the most convoluted way to an airport I've ever been on.... however Monday morning rush hour - something tells me he's done this before. So... we go to get on the airplane... this is an adventure unto itself... you have to go down a flight of stairs, get checked in then get on -- A shuttle bus!! They bus us out to the plane... sit there while we watch other people get off the plane... then they let us off the bus and onto the plane... fun.
On a fun note our flight had not one but 2 - two star generals on board... ooo la la. ;-) I sat next to a major, nice guy.
So arrive without incident, the airport is not large, took care of business, got the rental car and off we went to the office, grabbed a very very so-so lunch. Then we sat down for a meeting... a never ending meeting... everyone in that room outside of the folks (2) who live here was up before dawn was a thought, traveled then sat here so uninterested in anything being put up on a screen. And because one lone customer-type pinhead didn't make the early flight we had to shift the agenda so tomorrow promises to be a very very long day...
Dinner was good if not very healthy, fried catfish, hush puppies, cole slaw, and broccoli. I refrained from the cheese grits - it wasn't easy.
Now I'm in a nice cooling hotel room, wondering if it would be wrong to go to be at 9:00 East Coast time - 8 Pm Central time... who is going to know... (yeah yeah Internet bla bla... whatever)
My brother's wife called today and said I gave her a great laugh on her birthday, and she went on to say how my brother never gets her a birthday gift, he bought the card at CVS while she was with him... and apparently my card had something to do with that... I didn't have the heart to tell her I had no clue what the card said. I bought the darn thing like a month ago. I'm lucky at this point I remember my own name much less the birthday card I gave to my sister in law 2 weeks ago. I got a pass because she said she had naked babies running about... thank goodness.
One thing I can say it is much nicer to travel with people than to travel alone.
Alright too tired to be very creative today - stay tuned for bored out of my freaking mind - day two. At least I don't have to fly anywhere.,,
On a fun note our flight had not one but 2 - two star generals on board... ooo la la. ;-) I sat next to a major, nice guy.
So arrive without incident, the airport is not large, took care of business, got the rental car and off we went to the office, grabbed a very very so-so lunch. Then we sat down for a meeting... a never ending meeting... everyone in that room outside of the folks (2) who live here was up before dawn was a thought, traveled then sat here so uninterested in anything being put up on a screen. And because one lone customer-type pinhead didn't make the early flight we had to shift the agenda so tomorrow promises to be a very very long day...
Dinner was good if not very healthy, fried catfish, hush puppies, cole slaw, and broccoli. I refrained from the cheese grits - it wasn't easy.
Now I'm in a nice cooling hotel room, wondering if it would be wrong to go to be at 9:00 East Coast time - 8 Pm Central time... who is going to know... (yeah yeah Internet bla bla... whatever)
My brother's wife called today and said I gave her a great laugh on her birthday, and she went on to say how my brother never gets her a birthday gift, he bought the card at CVS while she was with him... and apparently my card had something to do with that... I didn't have the heart to tell her I had no clue what the card said. I bought the darn thing like a month ago. I'm lucky at this point I remember my own name much less the birthday card I gave to my sister in law 2 weeks ago. I got a pass because she said she had naked babies running about... thank goodness.
One thing I can say it is much nicer to travel with people than to travel alone.
Alright too tired to be very creative today - stay tuned for bored out of my freaking mind - day two. At least I don't have to fly anywhere.,,
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Saturday and that's about it - maybe with some Sunday tossed in
This Saturday has thankfully thus far been uneventful - to a point. The pups let me sleep in until a late late 8:30 - and for those two that's late. Bubba was up post doggie breakfast, he was showered and moving, I was sort of moving the showered. He also managed to balance our checkbook for last month "hey hon - $18 bucks off not bad for you" -- pin head. I digress, he completed our taxes then had a fit when I stood there for the better part of 10 minutes while he ciphered and figured out where I had to sign. No of course I didn't stand there quietly - do you know me? Do you read this regularly? People please.
Actually it was really just one comment - "If I did this to you - you'd pitch a fit." Then he did. lol.
So, taxes done and signed, then he hands things to me and says - let's got to the post office.
Ran errands - then he remembered he had a massage scheduled... 90 minutes of rubbing all the right ways... pin head. So, drop him off, I go finish said running, back to the house change clothes, (Girl's group meeting) pick him up, return home gather my things and head out...
Only to have to turn around post kid pick up because I forgot the paper work that was due that night... *sigh* but we made it in plenty of time, as folks were VERY late - we were the golden girls. So, long meeting, did my thing and it's all good... mostly. You know me... ;-) I was asked to assist with refreshments, no problem, happy to help hoping against hope someone would maybe someday do the same for me... (insert hysterical laughter here) And I'm wondering. So, I'm helping I'm doing and I notice that the adults of the group who are supposed to be doing this... aren't. Well - OK then... I set down what I had to set down, gathered my things, saw my kids off (I didn't have to take anyone home) and left. I am more than happy to lend a helping hand - doing it for you - oh so not what I signed up for...
Now I am sure that a certain someone will note my departure, and I will tell any one of certain someones - exactly where, when and why of the departure. And that is that.
Now I will say I was very happy to get in and out of DC without getting lost. And getting home was alone and in the dark so bully for me!!!
So home late, bed late, up WAY TO FREAKING EARLY... really Bubba? 7AM? You haven't seen 7 AM on a Sunday since I don't know when... the ONE Sunday I was really hoping to sleep in and HE is up with the chickens. Now when I grumped at him, post shower (that took forever!!) he says to me "so tell the dogs to go lay down.." SERIOUSLY? How long have you lived in this house - you're up - you're showering - I'm up... no "go lay down" accepted. The dogs know the routine - why don't' you? Butt head - actually theme for this post seems to be pin head.
Well, pin head decided to go into work, I laid about for another 30 minutes debating murder methods then got moving myself. And out popped wonder woman - or the gal who will be traveling for 3 days and is afraid to leave Bubba alone with her house that long... I cleaned kitchen, picked up, put away, did laundry, had a cup of coffee or two, a bagel, loved the pups.... then went out shoe shopping.
I don't want to get off on a rant here... (thank you Dennis Miller) BUT... I was replacing a pair of black dress shoes whose soles have been warn down to the shoe... I didn't go back to payless because every time I've been back I've found nothing. So off I go to the "designer" knockoff place - not cheap like payless but cheaper than Macy's. I find a pair of shoes that will do the job nicely, AND then I go check out the "discount" rack... found a new pair of blue shoes to replace the ones with the crack across the bottom, AND for myself I found a cute pair of boots... of course I spent more than Sr. Pin head thought I should have - his budget was probably about $25... please. When we met for lunch that information from me was greeted with specific unhappiness (versus general unhappiness). My rant? I haven't bought a new pair of shoes since July 2008, I have a job, get off my fanny. Cripes. He acts like I do this weekly! Once every 18 months - get a life... It's not like I go for a massage every month... sometimes 2 times a month... Pin head. I swear the man gets any tighter with that dollar his Old George is going to leave a mark, and Bubba won't like it.
Home now, finishing up the laundry, then I'm packing up for the Alabama visit, making a dinner for Bubba for next week, and with any luck I will be in bed by 8:30 - as last night was cut short and 4:30 AM comes early - and the pick time is set for 6:01AM. Heaven help me.
Stay tuned for tales from the road... or not. ;-)
Actually it was really just one comment - "If I did this to you - you'd pitch a fit." Then he did. lol.
So, taxes done and signed, then he hands things to me and says - let's got to the post office.
Ran errands - then he remembered he had a massage scheduled... 90 minutes of rubbing all the right ways... pin head. So, drop him off, I go finish said running, back to the house change clothes, (Girl's group meeting) pick him up, return home gather my things and head out...
Only to have to turn around post kid pick up because I forgot the paper work that was due that night... *sigh* but we made it in plenty of time, as folks were VERY late - we were the golden girls. So, long meeting, did my thing and it's all good... mostly. You know me... ;-) I was asked to assist with refreshments, no problem, happy to help hoping against hope someone would maybe someday do the same for me... (insert hysterical laughter here) And I'm wondering. So, I'm helping I'm doing and I notice that the adults of the group who are supposed to be doing this... aren't. Well - OK then... I set down what I had to set down, gathered my things, saw my kids off (I didn't have to take anyone home) and left. I am more than happy to lend a helping hand - doing it for you - oh so not what I signed up for...
Now I am sure that a certain someone will note my departure, and I will tell any one of certain someones - exactly where, when and why of the departure. And that is that.
Now I will say I was very happy to get in and out of DC without getting lost. And getting home was alone and in the dark so bully for me!!!
So home late, bed late, up WAY TO FREAKING EARLY... really Bubba? 7AM? You haven't seen 7 AM on a Sunday since I don't know when... the ONE Sunday I was really hoping to sleep in and HE is up with the chickens. Now when I grumped at him, post shower (that took forever!!) he says to me "so tell the dogs to go lay down.." SERIOUSLY? How long have you lived in this house - you're up - you're showering - I'm up... no "go lay down" accepted. The dogs know the routine - why don't' you? Butt head - actually theme for this post seems to be pin head.
Well, pin head decided to go into work, I laid about for another 30 minutes debating murder methods then got moving myself. And out popped wonder woman - or the gal who will be traveling for 3 days and is afraid to leave Bubba alone with her house that long... I cleaned kitchen, picked up, put away, did laundry, had a cup of coffee or two, a bagel, loved the pups.... then went out shoe shopping.
I don't want to get off on a rant here... (thank you Dennis Miller) BUT... I was replacing a pair of black dress shoes whose soles have been warn down to the shoe... I didn't go back to payless because every time I've been back I've found nothing. So off I go to the "designer" knockoff place - not cheap like payless but cheaper than Macy's. I find a pair of shoes that will do the job nicely, AND then I go check out the "discount" rack... found a new pair of blue shoes to replace the ones with the crack across the bottom, AND for myself I found a cute pair of boots... of course I spent more than Sr. Pin head thought I should have - his budget was probably about $25... please. When we met for lunch that information from me was greeted with specific unhappiness (versus general unhappiness). My rant? I haven't bought a new pair of shoes since July 2008, I have a job, get off my fanny. Cripes. He acts like I do this weekly! Once every 18 months - get a life... It's not like I go for a massage every month... sometimes 2 times a month... Pin head. I swear the man gets any tighter with that dollar his Old George is going to leave a mark, and Bubba won't like it.
Home now, finishing up the laundry, then I'm packing up for the Alabama visit, making a dinner for Bubba for next week, and with any luck I will be in bed by 8:30 - as last night was cut short and 4:30 AM comes early - and the pick time is set for 6:01AM. Heaven help me.
Stay tuned for tales from the road... or not. ;-)
Friday, February 19, 2010
Ok Therapy time...
I finally went and bought the shower gift... yes I waited until Friday - see yesterday's post why we didn't grace Wal-Mart's door... or even the parking lot.
So... this AM I get moving (not always an easy feat) and get to the Wal-Mart rush in of course the baby section is in the very back of the store and get diapers and a pack of receiving blankets - in pink because oh joy oh bliss she's having a girl.
I get tissue paper and a card - I didn't get a mushy, congratulatory or other wise overly sappy card - I'm an awful Aunt we'll just add that to the ever growing list of things I going to fry in haties for... I mean - I can't in all good conscience send a card wishing her bundles of joy and all the rest of that clap trap - because one, if I'm really honest with myself I don't mean it -- not all of it, and two, I can't face a 23 year unmarried high school drop out with her second child...grumble grumble and my aren't the grapes sour today? Oh let's just face it I'm not a giving person in this area - my issues are my own...
To continue.... I got a mailing envelope to ship all this stuff in, because there were two sizes of boxes, HUGE and tiny tiny - if it don't fit in that box you don't need to ship it. Thank you Wal-Mart.
Got to work, packed it all up, realized I didn't put the card in there, so now I have to go home and tape this thing up and ship it-- Saturday. Oh - yeah I'm an awful person. In my defense I have 3 plus years of fertility treatment hell so I think in the long run it kinda evens all out don't you think? ;-)
The rest of my day has been spent in preparation for my trip to Alabama on Monday. I will leave my home at 6AM Monday morning, I will trudge to, through and out of the airport, arrive at the AL airport, hope my luggage made it, get the rental car with 2 of co-workers, find the office and be forced to sit in a meeting room which means in exactly 15 minutes after sitting my fanny in a chair I will be fighting a nap. Does Starbucks sell espresso IV bags? Just wondering. So now I'm bagging up to head out, face a grocery store and get home and make dinner. Home made pizza tonight - sans the meat - an all veggie pizza. That is just too depressing for words... ;-)
Tonight we drink - just because. Next week it's for medical purposes. Stay tuned.
So... this AM I get moving (not always an easy feat) and get to the Wal-Mart rush in of course the baby section is in the very back of the store and get diapers and a pack of receiving blankets - in pink because oh joy oh bliss she's having a girl.
I get tissue paper and a card - I didn't get a mushy, congratulatory or other wise overly sappy card - I'm an awful Aunt we'll just add that to the ever growing list of things I going to fry in haties for... I mean - I can't in all good conscience send a card wishing her bundles of joy and all the rest of that clap trap - because one, if I'm really honest with myself I don't mean it -- not all of it, and two, I can't face a 23 year unmarried high school drop out with her second child...grumble grumble and my aren't the grapes sour today? Oh let's just face it I'm not a giving person in this area - my issues are my own...
To continue.... I got a mailing envelope to ship all this stuff in, because there were two sizes of boxes, HUGE and tiny tiny - if it don't fit in that box you don't need to ship it. Thank you Wal-Mart.
Got to work, packed it all up, realized I didn't put the card in there, so now I have to go home and tape this thing up and ship it-- Saturday. Oh - yeah I'm an awful person. In my defense I have 3 plus years of fertility treatment hell so I think in the long run it kinda evens all out don't you think? ;-)
The rest of my day has been spent in preparation for my trip to Alabama on Monday. I will leave my home at 6AM Monday morning, I will trudge to, through and out of the airport, arrive at the AL airport, hope my luggage made it, get the rental car with 2 of co-workers, find the office and be forced to sit in a meeting room which means in exactly 15 minutes after sitting my fanny in a chair I will be fighting a nap. Does Starbucks sell espresso IV bags? Just wondering. So now I'm bagging up to head out, face a grocery store and get home and make dinner. Home made pizza tonight - sans the meat - an all veggie pizza. That is just too depressing for words... ;-)
Tonight we drink - just because. Next week it's for medical purposes. Stay tuned.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
We have a sighting!!!
The moose from the front of the house today has been spotted, it was last seen mid-December 2009 when the poor thing was buried under the first of what turned out to be many many layers of snow.... he was briefly sighted after the new year when temperatures graces us with hints of 40 degrees - then came... snow-maggdennn and well the poor dear has been lost since the first foot fell... BUT! Today - ah today with temperatures again flirting with the "above the freezing mark" and that "Strong leaning toward spring sun" (these are indeed direct quotes from the idiot radio weather man)... with that combo of things the moose has appeared!!
Now does this have the same significance as that stupid ground hog in Western PA? Well he doesn't have the PR machine nor the carnival like atmosphere that the PA rat does - but to me, in front of my house this boys and girls is a small victory. Now granted there is still 2 feet of snow in the back yard, and the front yard and we still have Mount St. Mailbox (with a more dingy hue) and the towering spires lining the driveway but boys and girls - we have melting! And it gives this girl, snow weary as she is hope that maybe someday I just might see my dead and yellow grass again. Seeing plenty of yellow snow - but that is another conversation altogether.
Today was a quiet day, up WAY to early but got to go home early - for all the good it did me. Still sat in traffic on my way home, and bagged the Wal-Mart as there was a HUGE multi-car accident at the entrance to said Wal-Mart no need to involve ones self in all that multi-cultural red neck drama. Now I say multi-cultural because it is very true, my Wal-Mart is the UN of red necks - who knew? I thought that red-neckerson's were an American thing -- oh no apparently it comes in all nationalities and there for Wal-Mart calls them all... aren't I lucky? But hey who am I to judge - I shop there often enough.. when I need cheap I go there... perhaps there is a slightly pink hue to my neck-tal regions as well - after all there are certainly enough in the family gene pool just waiting to jump up and say "Hey! Yinz goin' dawn tawn?" ;-)
(for those who don't speak Yinzer, that is 'Hey ladies and gentleman are you about to embark on a journey to the down town region?"-- Really)
Its left over night at Aunt Ing's and Uncle Bubba's why? Because we have them and they need eaten. And I'm hoping for take out tomorrow night - or maybe I can figure out something else for dinner. Last night was frankly - what's in the freezer that we can eat... being as it was Ash Wednesday and since I missed mass (by 30 minutes and felt too guilty to barge in..) I figured the very least we could do was not eat meat... which is why he got the culled together dinner he got - that and I was too lazy to go the store... (yeah yeah nag at me later I just can't face it yet)
Ah - but I will and soon as I depart for the land of deep Dixie next week I will need to make sure there are provisions inside the house for Bubba who will then ignore them and eat out. But I need to make sure they are there, the laundry needs done, and I've got to leave a list. Why? do you ask... Bubba may live here but it's kinda like his hotel room, without the daily clean up, he lives here but he has no clue how the place is run. Trust me there will be more than glasses in my clean sink when I get home.
We now have 30 seconds of non-barking from my pups, they will soon be fed and watered and back to barking for some unknown reason, I am in my comfy clothes, wondering why I'm going to drag myself into work tomorrow. Oh yeah - the fun trip to Alabama. Do you think they have a statue to Forrest Gump anywhere? He was from those parts right?
Check back next week for details on that one...
Now does this have the same significance as that stupid ground hog in Western PA? Well he doesn't have the PR machine nor the carnival like atmosphere that the PA rat does - but to me, in front of my house this boys and girls is a small victory. Now granted there is still 2 feet of snow in the back yard, and the front yard and we still have Mount St. Mailbox (with a more dingy hue) and the towering spires lining the driveway but boys and girls - we have melting! And it gives this girl, snow weary as she is hope that maybe someday I just might see my dead and yellow grass again. Seeing plenty of yellow snow - but that is another conversation altogether.
Today was a quiet day, up WAY to early but got to go home early - for all the good it did me. Still sat in traffic on my way home, and bagged the Wal-Mart as there was a HUGE multi-car accident at the entrance to said Wal-Mart no need to involve ones self in all that multi-cultural red neck drama. Now I say multi-cultural because it is very true, my Wal-Mart is the UN of red necks - who knew? I thought that red-neckerson's were an American thing -- oh no apparently it comes in all nationalities and there for Wal-Mart calls them all... aren't I lucky? But hey who am I to judge - I shop there often enough.. when I need cheap I go there... perhaps there is a slightly pink hue to my neck-tal regions as well - after all there are certainly enough in the family gene pool just waiting to jump up and say "Hey! Yinz goin' dawn tawn?" ;-)
(for those who don't speak Yinzer, that is 'Hey ladies and gentleman are you about to embark on a journey to the down town region?"-- Really)
Its left over night at Aunt Ing's and Uncle Bubba's why? Because we have them and they need eaten. And I'm hoping for take out tomorrow night - or maybe I can figure out something else for dinner. Last night was frankly - what's in the freezer that we can eat... being as it was Ash Wednesday and since I missed mass (by 30 minutes and felt too guilty to barge in..) I figured the very least we could do was not eat meat... which is why he got the culled together dinner he got - that and I was too lazy to go the store... (yeah yeah nag at me later I just can't face it yet)
Ah - but I will and soon as I depart for the land of deep Dixie next week I will need to make sure there are provisions inside the house for Bubba who will then ignore them and eat out. But I need to make sure they are there, the laundry needs done, and I've got to leave a list. Why? do you ask... Bubba may live here but it's kinda like his hotel room, without the daily clean up, he lives here but he has no clue how the place is run. Trust me there will be more than glasses in my clean sink when I get home.
We now have 30 seconds of non-barking from my pups, they will soon be fed and watered and back to barking for some unknown reason, I am in my comfy clothes, wondering why I'm going to drag myself into work tomorrow. Oh yeah - the fun trip to Alabama. Do you think they have a statue to Forrest Gump anywhere? He was from those parts right?
Check back next week for details on that one...
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Always good to talk to Mom...
Because well --if you're me you feel better -- and second you come away with a new funny story...
But first I completely forgot about the bone head move that occurred Monday night... Bubba got home at his usual early time for dinner -- you know --8 ish. (yes PM) As I had dinner ready, all I had to do was toss it on a plate and away we go! Now as is my habit I have dirty dishes from the previous night - I unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher and didn't think anything of it... Bubba answered the phone just as I looked down saw a MASSIVE puddle on the floor and my socks and slippers are wet! So I yell at Bubba to get off the phone, and I go running for towels, Bubba puts off the Alumni association guy wanting yet another donation... and I start pulling all the soggy wet stuff from underneath the sink.. but first! Bubba looks at me and says - I have to go change clothes.
Oh yes dear, there is a major puddle on the kitchen floor that is not dog related - and your FIRST instinct to change clothes. It's not like he's wearing his good clothes to work anymore - it's bluejeans and casual shirts... so - change - OK. Fine I'll stay here up to my ankles in water from a yet undetermined source... I pull out, mop up, toss way soaked boxes and finally he reappears- and ta-da-da-dah!!! Finds the source of the problem. Major no. Stupid yes. Commentary along with it - well - yes he's still living.
My spigot in the kitchen has a hose, attached to the thing that spits out the water into my sink... well the hose manged to come untwisted just enough to allow water to flow to the sink and still loose enough to have a cascading waterfall UNDER the sink... and onto my kitchen floor. Now when said issues was found Bubba in his own pithy commentary looks at me and says "Why did you twist this? And how did you not notice?"
Well darling I don't twist the hose, I pull out the spigot and use it and then put it back, and I didn't notice because there was water coming out from the hole it was supposed to - and I didn't hear the gentle tinkle of the water UNDER the sink gently soaking everything under there. (and yes I did managed not to cause bodily injury... I call that MASSIVE restraint)
So the hose put back into its rightful place, the puddles are mopped up and towels are deposited in the laundry room, the dinner was re-hotted and enjoyed. After what I am now calling the great water panic of 2010. To be later followed by the great melt of 2010 - see me sometime in May-June for that late breaking news.
Second this one came from Mom and it has put such a picture in my head I giggle every time I think about it - and it made me leave a message for my sister to keep the 'home' numbers on the hot list...
As it is winter (if you hadn't noticed) as such in every house there is that beloved phenomenon known as static electricity. Apparently this is an issue for dear old dad.. and when Mom answers the phone and it's for Dad he proceeds (now picture this... think gumby) to dance about in an attempt to avoid the shock that is eventually going to happen. Now to hear Mom tell this tale as Dad is dancing and gyrating about before reaching out to take the phone, she is sitting there watching that and in an act of frustration and frankly that small streak of mean she's passed along to her darling daughter she just reaches out and takes his hand and -- you guessed it -- ZAP. With requisite football words muttered and a good time was had by all.
Now this not might strike you as funny as it does me, but I just see my Dad doing a gumby, James Brown, bad white guy shuffle dance kinda thing while trying to get to the phone across the living room... sorry still makes me laugh... Go - daddy - work it... (and we just went too far)
Ahem.
Today is the at home day so it's all good and quiet. I was lazy this morning so got started later - which is about the same time I would have gotten to work IF the traffic had been moving and was all good - which is was not this morning.. or any other morning for that matter.
I am going shopping at the Wal-Mart - diapers and something being sent to PA and we'll call that a day. I have some banking to do for the Girl's Group, and if I was a really good girl I'd figure out what time to go to Church. We'll see what the day brings.
Stay warm and get over your hump day....
But first I completely forgot about the bone head move that occurred Monday night... Bubba got home at his usual early time for dinner -- you know --8 ish. (yes PM) As I had dinner ready, all I had to do was toss it on a plate and away we go! Now as is my habit I have dirty dishes from the previous night - I unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher and didn't think anything of it... Bubba answered the phone just as I looked down saw a MASSIVE puddle on the floor and my socks and slippers are wet! So I yell at Bubba to get off the phone, and I go running for towels, Bubba puts off the Alumni association guy wanting yet another donation... and I start pulling all the soggy wet stuff from underneath the sink.. but first! Bubba looks at me and says - I have to go change clothes.
Oh yes dear, there is a major puddle on the kitchen floor that is not dog related - and your FIRST instinct to change clothes. It's not like he's wearing his good clothes to work anymore - it's bluejeans and casual shirts... so - change - OK. Fine I'll stay here up to my ankles in water from a yet undetermined source... I pull out, mop up, toss way soaked boxes and finally he reappears- and ta-da-da-dah!!! Finds the source of the problem. Major no. Stupid yes. Commentary along with it - well - yes he's still living.
My spigot in the kitchen has a hose, attached to the thing that spits out the water into my sink... well the hose manged to come untwisted just enough to allow water to flow to the sink and still loose enough to have a cascading waterfall UNDER the sink... and onto my kitchen floor. Now when said issues was found Bubba in his own pithy commentary looks at me and says "Why did you twist this? And how did you not notice?"
Well darling I don't twist the hose, I pull out the spigot and use it and then put it back, and I didn't notice because there was water coming out from the hole it was supposed to - and I didn't hear the gentle tinkle of the water UNDER the sink gently soaking everything under there. (and yes I did managed not to cause bodily injury... I call that MASSIVE restraint)
So the hose put back into its rightful place, the puddles are mopped up and towels are deposited in the laundry room, the dinner was re-hotted and enjoyed. After what I am now calling the great water panic of 2010. To be later followed by the great melt of 2010 - see me sometime in May-June for that late breaking news.
Second this one came from Mom and it has put such a picture in my head I giggle every time I think about it - and it made me leave a message for my sister to keep the 'home' numbers on the hot list...
As it is winter (if you hadn't noticed) as such in every house there is that beloved phenomenon known as static electricity. Apparently this is an issue for dear old dad.. and when Mom answers the phone and it's for Dad he proceeds (now picture this... think gumby) to dance about in an attempt to avoid the shock that is eventually going to happen. Now to hear Mom tell this tale as Dad is dancing and gyrating about before reaching out to take the phone, she is sitting there watching that and in an act of frustration and frankly that small streak of mean she's passed along to her darling daughter she just reaches out and takes his hand and -- you guessed it -- ZAP. With requisite football words muttered and a good time was had by all.
Now this not might strike you as funny as it does me, but I just see my Dad doing a gumby, James Brown, bad white guy shuffle dance kinda thing while trying to get to the phone across the living room... sorry still makes me laugh... Go - daddy - work it... (and we just went too far)
Ahem.
Today is the at home day so it's all good and quiet. I was lazy this morning so got started later - which is about the same time I would have gotten to work IF the traffic had been moving and was all good - which is was not this morning.. or any other morning for that matter.
I am going shopping at the Wal-Mart - diapers and something being sent to PA and we'll call that a day. I have some banking to do for the Girl's Group, and if I was a really good girl I'd figure out what time to go to Church. We'll see what the day brings.
Stay warm and get over your hump day....
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Ok! New Topic!
That isn't snow! It did snow again yesterday - just enough to cover the black snow to make it a glistening grey... awww so pretty... no not really.
New Topic -- and a dilemma ... phone call from my niece the one in college - who isn't prego (in-law side of the family) - she called to tell me that she and the family are having a baby shower for the niece who IS prego THIS SATURDAY - yes she called me Tuesday for a party on Saturday - in a location 4 hours from where I live. Seriously?
I don't think I played it very cool, as this kid said I could stay at my mother-in-law's as we all know that isn't an option as I can't have my pups there - and there is no where for us to sleep. Second its in 4 days - and my life is just a bit booked for that kind of last minute stuff NOT to be available. And lastly I said at Christmas if there was a baby shower I WASN'T GOING. Now I told darling niece I would talk to Uncle Bubba and we'd see...
Now as previously stated I am not going, yeah yeah I will send a gift, aka a gift card and some blanket or something and call it done. Now for those who know me and the trials and tribulations of my complete and utter failure in the world of baby making baby showers are not events I enjoy - frankly I rarely did but post baby mess I enjoy them a WHOLE LOT LESS... add to the fact t hat this is a shower for a girl, who has a child she's currently not raising, isn't married, doesn't have a high school diploma much less a full time job... and that stick in my craw really starts to rub me raw... (but that is a very personal stick and very personal craw)
So I ask - why in the world would I waste the gas, the stress and the mess to get my fanny up there for this? Answer - I'm not. Now the dilemma-- if there is one-- my in laws know I was home 2 weekends ago prior to the snow-meggeddan, and spent a long weekend with my family. Remember Bubba was traveling. Does this put me in a position of "you can home and spent time with your family but you won't travel to "her" baby shower'?
Part of me things I do - but the other part of me is "thank you for the last minute invitation but I have something planned for Saturday, plus I'm leaving town Monday for work. I simply can't make it - nor do I want to." Oh course I would leave the last part out... maybe I might slip that in to my mother-in-law to put a stop to this... because we ALL know this isn't that last little... digressing (stick/craw/rubbing/bad)....
And cleansing breath... ahhhhh
So... who to call and politely decline said half hearted invitation? I will call my niece, she called, and I will say very nicely that I can't make it home and let the in-laws grump at me. I won't hear it. And if by some miracle they were actually to say something to me about not making a trip.... then we'll mention the not liking baby showers for very obvious reasons that I would expect you of all people to understand and get. Kiss my grits.
Now - here is where the Therapy part is coming into play----I HATE SHOPPING IN THE BABY SECTION - WITH A PASSION. Shouting over. And I really hate it for high school drop outs and other things when I ask God above why not me? Then I do something bone-headed and look at my poor neglected pups and say - there is probably a good reason. ;-)
OK rant over - off to fight the traffic home, figure out what to toss at Bubba for dinner and enjoy my day working from home - tomorrow.
I wonder if my Mom has gotten in touch with my sister - apparently that was an issue in the recent past... I should check on that.... plus possible new gossip.
You know... on the other hand... going to this baby shower would have days of good gossip, I could possibly meet baby-daddy's mama and heaven knows what the possible red-neck baby shower stories I could come back with... nope still doesn't make up for having to go... nope not at all. Enjoy your Tuesday.
New Topic -- and a dilemma ... phone call from my niece the one in college - who isn't prego (in-law side of the family) - she called to tell me that she and the family are having a baby shower for the niece who IS prego THIS SATURDAY - yes she called me Tuesday for a party on Saturday - in a location 4 hours from where I live. Seriously?
I don't think I played it very cool, as this kid said I could stay at my mother-in-law's as we all know that isn't an option as I can't have my pups there - and there is no where for us to sleep. Second its in 4 days - and my life is just a bit booked for that kind of last minute stuff NOT to be available. And lastly I said at Christmas if there was a baby shower I WASN'T GOING. Now I told darling niece I would talk to Uncle Bubba and we'd see...
Now as previously stated I am not going, yeah yeah I will send a gift, aka a gift card and some blanket or something and call it done. Now for those who know me and the trials and tribulations of my complete and utter failure in the world of baby making baby showers are not events I enjoy - frankly I rarely did but post baby mess I enjoy them a WHOLE LOT LESS... add to the fact t hat this is a shower for a girl, who has a child she's currently not raising, isn't married, doesn't have a high school diploma much less a full time job... and that stick in my craw really starts to rub me raw... (but that is a very personal stick and very personal craw)
So I ask - why in the world would I waste the gas, the stress and the mess to get my fanny up there for this? Answer - I'm not. Now the dilemma-- if there is one-- my in laws know I was home 2 weekends ago prior to the snow-meggeddan, and spent a long weekend with my family. Remember Bubba was traveling. Does this put me in a position of "you can home and spent time with your family but you won't travel to "her" baby shower'?
Part of me things I do - but the other part of me is "thank you for the last minute invitation but I have something planned for Saturday, plus I'm leaving town Monday for work. I simply can't make it - nor do I want to." Oh course I would leave the last part out... maybe I might slip that in to my mother-in-law to put a stop to this... because we ALL know this isn't that last little... digressing (stick/craw/rubbing/bad)....
And cleansing breath... ahhhhh
So... who to call and politely decline said half hearted invitation? I will call my niece, she called, and I will say very nicely that I can't make it home and let the in-laws grump at me. I won't hear it. And if by some miracle they were actually to say something to me about not making a trip.... then we'll mention the not liking baby showers for very obvious reasons that I would expect you of all people to understand and get. Kiss my grits.
Now - here is where the Therapy part is coming into play----I HATE SHOPPING IN THE BABY SECTION - WITH A PASSION. Shouting over. And I really hate it for high school drop outs and other things when I ask God above why not me? Then I do something bone-headed and look at my poor neglected pups and say - there is probably a good reason. ;-)
OK rant over - off to fight the traffic home, figure out what to toss at Bubba for dinner and enjoy my day working from home - tomorrow.
I wonder if my Mom has gotten in touch with my sister - apparently that was an issue in the recent past... I should check on that.... plus possible new gossip.
You know... on the other hand... going to this baby shower would have days of good gossip, I could possibly meet baby-daddy's mama and heaven knows what the possible red-neck baby shower stories I could come back with... nope still doesn't make up for having to go... nope not at all. Enjoy your Tuesday.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Happy Valentine's Day....
For today we have found a new theme that doesn't involve stuff falling from the sky that I must then move from point A to point B... that apparently will return some time Monday evening.
First it is Sunday perhaps my favorite day of the week, Bubba this morning was up and out the door before I had the chance to say good morning or is this ALL the laundry? He said he had a few errands to run, which he did, returned home baring flowers, roses and daisies what more could a girl ask for... (yeah I know but hey). We went out to lunch, enjoyed our favorite cream of crab soup, shared a sandwich and then went home. Where I did (am doing) laundry, Bubba was enjoying his hockey game until the shoot out and now is watching some movie I'm sure I'd never watch and here I am on the computer.
I go some Girl's group stuff done, managed to wangle numbers so kids who's dads have been un or under employed for the better part of months will only have to come up with $25 to go instead of the usual $230. AND if the book sale had gone better it would have been less - everyone was at the grocery store. Now let's all cross our fingers that the lady who said she was going help out doesn't croak at the $250 bucks I have to come begging to her for... hey where there is a will there is a way and I'll find it.
Now for those of you reading this and saying - but Aunt Ing where are the hearts and flowers and all the romance of 20 years of wedded bliss - apparently you've been reading the wrong blog. This is life boys and girls... and frankly, that is 20 years of wedded bliss... nice enough to remember flowers and run out the morning of and get them, nice enough to remember daisies are among my favs.. and taking me where I wanted to go for lunch. We'll do something quiet at home, and it will all be good - plus it's a school night and we're old. ;-) That is when you have been with someone for this long - we get each other and it's the basic simple things that mean more - oh sure diamonds would have been very nice - but it's so not the man I married. Diamonds are a Christmas thing... ;-)
The sun is still shining we have melting and the pups are venturing on top of the mound of snow in the back yard as they are tired of the same 2X2 patch of grass that has been dug out... fine by me, but we do have to watch Shelby and that boo-boo elbow. She's hanging in there.
I love Sundays... they are quiet... after the laundry is done.
Remember someone you love today be they near or far, call write or whisper to the wind and if you can hug someone close.
Much Love and Happy Valentine's Day...
First it is Sunday perhaps my favorite day of the week, Bubba this morning was up and out the door before I had the chance to say good morning or is this ALL the laundry? He said he had a few errands to run, which he did, returned home baring flowers, roses and daisies what more could a girl ask for... (yeah I know but hey). We went out to lunch, enjoyed our favorite cream of crab soup, shared a sandwich and then went home. Where I did (am doing) laundry, Bubba was enjoying his hockey game until the shoot out and now is watching some movie I'm sure I'd never watch and here I am on the computer.
I go some Girl's group stuff done, managed to wangle numbers so kids who's dads have been un or under employed for the better part of months will only have to come up with $25 to go instead of the usual $230. AND if the book sale had gone better it would have been less - everyone was at the grocery store. Now let's all cross our fingers that the lady who said she was going help out doesn't croak at the $250 bucks I have to come begging to her for... hey where there is a will there is a way and I'll find it.
Now for those of you reading this and saying - but Aunt Ing where are the hearts and flowers and all the romance of 20 years of wedded bliss - apparently you've been reading the wrong blog. This is life boys and girls... and frankly, that is 20 years of wedded bliss... nice enough to remember flowers and run out the morning of and get them, nice enough to remember daisies are among my favs.. and taking me where I wanted to go for lunch. We'll do something quiet at home, and it will all be good - plus it's a school night and we're old. ;-) That is when you have been with someone for this long - we get each other and it's the basic simple things that mean more - oh sure diamonds would have been very nice - but it's so not the man I married. Diamonds are a Christmas thing... ;-)
The sun is still shining we have melting and the pups are venturing on top of the mound of snow in the back yard as they are tired of the same 2X2 patch of grass that has been dug out... fine by me, but we do have to watch Shelby and that boo-boo elbow. She's hanging in there.
I love Sundays... they are quiet... after the laundry is done.
Remember someone you love today be they near or far, call write or whisper to the wind and if you can hug someone close.
Much Love and Happy Valentine's Day...
Saturday, February 13, 2010
I've noticed a theme...
For the month of February... there seems to be a great deal of discussion about snow... perhaps I should try and find another topic to cover? I could try but as that is the over arching issues of this month...(remember we broke a record people) I am really g0ing to have to work on it. Let's see what Sunday with Bubba brings us, shall we? Or we could just be back to snow...
No, I didn't post yesterday...
It would have been x-rated... in the fact- of the spew of four letter words I so desperately wanted to spout forth after a 2 hour and 30 minute ride into work... let me state that again... I STUPIDLY got up, got dressed and presentable to SIT in a never ending line of cars to get into the office for 2 hours and 30 minutes ... NO ONE ELSE BOTHERED... why did I? Frankly it was a waste of make-up.
On the up side -I left early it was a MUCH better ride home, and I finished my work day at home... which is the place I should have stayed... Tuesday will be a nightmare... (Federal Holiday Monday) oh and did I mention there is more snow coming Monday night? Just shoot me.
But Bubba is home and I am not lifting that "bleeping" snow shovel again - ever at this point in my life... Don't go there about me paying off the neighbor kid to do the driveway... I did - but he didn't do the back steps repeatedly or find grass for my two puppy princesses to - ah you know. NOR did he clean up the "you know" frequently and often so that said puppy princesses could continue to 'you know' on the same 2X2 patch of grass...
Today started way to early for a Saturday the girl's group book sale was today and while the turn out was VERY low we still made a few bucks and we plenty of books to do this again - in the spring - you know June/ July time frame... when the snow melts.
Bubba is home... and guess what I found in the sink -- the clean sink--- when I got back from the book sale...anyone? Bueller? Yep - pay the lady there was a glass in the sink. He's hooommmmeee...
And what I can only call Bubba's luck (i.e. fall into a pile of poo and come up smelling like a rose) he said it only took him 10-15 minutes to dig out last night - he had help with a big snow shovel. Is there no justice? Anywhere? That one piece of giddy (har har har) with every shovelful I moved I remembered - 4 feet on his car... but NO! Mr. Helpful at the car park... we help our customers and those frequently fliers... bah. Kiss my grits. But I'm not bitter. Really I'm not.
Now I just have to plot where he is taking me to dinner tonight. No I haven't cooked in the better part of two weeks and I ain't starting now. ;-) Plus there is no food in the house and you couldn't possibly pay me enough to go to the grocery store right now... maybe Sunday morning - like 6 AM (yeah right). I have done 3 tours of duty to the grocery store pre- and post storm - oh HECK no am I going to the grocery store this weekend. Just beat me with a rubber hose instead - I would enjoy it more. (and don't go there either)
So! He's home, there are rumors of layoffs, I am going to Alabama in a week, and frankly I need a nap. Welcome to my weekend bleeding into my week. Stay tuned boys and girls because if Aunt Ing has to endure another drive in like Friday morning - there will be film at 11... Crazy lady on roof of SUV with gun screaming about idiots and bad drivers and the point of a red light. Film at 11
Won't that be fun?
On the up side -I left early it was a MUCH better ride home, and I finished my work day at home... which is the place I should have stayed... Tuesday will be a nightmare... (Federal Holiday Monday) oh and did I mention there is more snow coming Monday night? Just shoot me.
But Bubba is home and I am not lifting that "bleeping" snow shovel again - ever at this point in my life... Don't go there about me paying off the neighbor kid to do the driveway... I did - but he didn't do the back steps repeatedly or find grass for my two puppy princesses to - ah you know. NOR did he clean up the "you know" frequently and often so that said puppy princesses could continue to 'you know' on the same 2X2 patch of grass...
Today started way to early for a Saturday the girl's group book sale was today and while the turn out was VERY low we still made a few bucks and we plenty of books to do this again - in the spring - you know June/ July time frame... when the snow melts.
Bubba is home... and guess what I found in the sink -- the clean sink--- when I got back from the book sale...anyone? Bueller? Yep - pay the lady there was a glass in the sink. He's hooommmmeee...
And what I can only call Bubba's luck (i.e. fall into a pile of poo and come up smelling like a rose) he said it only took him 10-15 minutes to dig out last night - he had help with a big snow shovel. Is there no justice? Anywhere? That one piece of giddy (har har har) with every shovelful I moved I remembered - 4 feet on his car... but NO! Mr. Helpful at the car park... we help our customers and those frequently fliers... bah. Kiss my grits. But I'm not bitter. Really I'm not.
Now I just have to plot where he is taking me to dinner tonight. No I haven't cooked in the better part of two weeks and I ain't starting now. ;-) Plus there is no food in the house and you couldn't possibly pay me enough to go to the grocery store right now... maybe Sunday morning - like 6 AM (yeah right). I have done 3 tours of duty to the grocery store pre- and post storm - oh HECK no am I going to the grocery store this weekend. Just beat me with a rubber hose instead - I would enjoy it more. (and don't go there either)
So! He's home, there are rumors of layoffs, I am going to Alabama in a week, and frankly I need a nap. Welcome to my weekend bleeding into my week. Stay tuned boys and girls because if Aunt Ing has to endure another drive in like Friday morning - there will be film at 11... Crazy lady on roof of SUV with gun screaming about idiots and bad drivers and the point of a red light. Film at 11
Won't that be fun?
Thursday, February 11, 2010
There is this object in the sky.....
It is bright and felt warm and it had this strange effect on all this white crap ... it made it liquid. Now after an extensive search from my trusty computer I discovered this thing in the sky was the SUN!! I had forgotten what it looked like.. it was-- it was (sorry I have to wipe away a tear) so very nice... then the wind would blow the shoveled snow back onto my clean patch of driveway... and it wasn't so great...
I did about 1/3 of the driveway then called the kid next door and told him to name his price. Of course when he and his Dad showed up to dig out my driveway I went out and helped -I did the sidewalks. My wrist wasn't happy my back isn't happy and the rest of me is pretty ticked off too... not to mention sitting at my office chair for 9 hours a day without the long walk to the rest room or the longer walk for lunch or just getting up to discuss an issue with a co-worker yeah a lot of sitting. I am going to try and make my way into the office tomorrow - THAT should be an adventure.
Now it has been reported that the area in which I live has now broken a snow fall record that has stood since 1899... 111 years boys and girls.. do you have any idea how much freaking snow has fallen in just the last 4 days??!!??? There are pictures on my camera showing what my house looked like Monday and there are pictures of what the house looks like today.... one guess --- THERE IS A LOT OF WHITE STUFF FREAKING EVERY WHERE!!! and trust me boys and girls it is piled high and deep - much like my manager's statements on supporting his team.. (oh did I just say that out loud?? Not having a good work day - even from home)
Today was a busy day work wise we've got deliveries going out the door and it's due tomorrow and with the entire DC team working from home as NO ONE can get out of their neighborhoods we are all dealing with slow networks, battering emails, and chewing phone cords... oh wait that is just me so I didn't say something stupid to management or any other code jockey today... Frankly I think team DC is doing a yeoman's effort getting this stuff tended... so shut it Mr. Alabama and Mr. Florida -111 years!! The snow piles are taller than ME! ... har har har... yes I am short but gang think about this ... snow pile are over 5 feet tall and frankly I'd say closer to 6 as you can't see the men of the neighborhood behind the snow piles but you know they are there because you see a pile of snow coming up and over...
Ok so today in a nutshell... up, dressed, began shoveling, called neighbor kid and offered my bank account, answered email, back outside, finished sidewalks, paid kid, let the dogs out front for 15 minutes of freedom, smiled at clean driveway, telecon one, telecon two, two reports, 3 reviews, 600 emails from one annoying person who will soon have her messages dumped into the junk file soon, update my travel profile as I now get to GO to Huntsville AL... at the end of the month...
Now let me pause her and say this isn't such a bad thing as my usual itinerary is going to Chicago in February, Corpus Christi Texas in the dead of summer... you know the times you really want to go to these places. So going some place in the heart of Dixie without it being the heart of summer... Aunt Ing is not complaining... plus there are 7 of us traveling from DC... so lots of company - sort of... there are 3 airports and 2 are going out of airport 1, 2 more out of airport 2 and 3 out of airport three... I got a direct flight so I am SO not complaining that will come when I discover the hour in which I must arise to get the airport that morning.... we'll save that for later.
Now where was I? Oh yes, trip planning, more reports.... bla bla let me sum up... it's been one busy day... if it wasn't so freaking cold outside and I wasn't so lazy I would go get something out for dinner but so not in the mood to go back outside.
Bubba called today... unlike yesterday he didn't tell me to go outside and "get ahead" of shoveling the driveway... (in driving winds and blowing snow he suggests this... ) he only asked if I dug out the driveway... I said I did. He also said "right now" his trip home is on schedule... does anyone else think with all the plane round robins going on he MIGHT have a bit of an issue? Laughing is not nice boys and girls and I really shouldn't be doing it... but then I look outside and snicker.
I have pictures to upload and other things to deal with, but I'm so tired of sitting in this chair - it will probably be late Friday or this weekend before I get things tended to....
Would it be wrong to send Bubba a link to a jewelry store with things I want noted... after all he HAS managed to be on the West Coast for EVERY major snow we've had this year... I've been home, alone - with the snow piling up and then having to dig it out... (well some of it anyway...) Oh heck yeah Aunt Ing deserves bling... open up that wallet Bubba - we're going shopping!
More tomorrow from the outside world... is it still there?
I did about 1/3 of the driveway then called the kid next door and told him to name his price. Of course when he and his Dad showed up to dig out my driveway I went out and helped -I did the sidewalks. My wrist wasn't happy my back isn't happy and the rest of me is pretty ticked off too... not to mention sitting at my office chair for 9 hours a day without the long walk to the rest room or the longer walk for lunch or just getting up to discuss an issue with a co-worker yeah a lot of sitting. I am going to try and make my way into the office tomorrow - THAT should be an adventure.
Now it has been reported that the area in which I live has now broken a snow fall record that has stood since 1899... 111 years boys and girls.. do you have any idea how much freaking snow has fallen in just the last 4 days??!!??? There are pictures on my camera showing what my house looked like Monday and there are pictures of what the house looks like today.... one guess --- THERE IS A LOT OF WHITE STUFF FREAKING EVERY WHERE!!! and trust me boys and girls it is piled high and deep - much like my manager's statements on supporting his team.. (oh did I just say that out loud?? Not having a good work day - even from home)
Today was a busy day work wise we've got deliveries going out the door and it's due tomorrow and with the entire DC team working from home as NO ONE can get out of their neighborhoods we are all dealing with slow networks, battering emails, and chewing phone cords... oh wait that is just me so I didn't say something stupid to management or any other code jockey today... Frankly I think team DC is doing a yeoman's effort getting this stuff tended... so shut it Mr. Alabama and Mr. Florida -111 years!! The snow piles are taller than ME! ... har har har... yes I am short but gang think about this ... snow pile are over 5 feet tall and frankly I'd say closer to 6 as you can't see the men of the neighborhood behind the snow piles but you know they are there because you see a pile of snow coming up and over...
Ok so today in a nutshell... up, dressed, began shoveling, called neighbor kid and offered my bank account, answered email, back outside, finished sidewalks, paid kid, let the dogs out front for 15 minutes of freedom, smiled at clean driveway, telecon one, telecon two, two reports, 3 reviews, 600 emails from one annoying person who will soon have her messages dumped into the junk file soon, update my travel profile as I now get to GO to Huntsville AL... at the end of the month...
Now let me pause her and say this isn't such a bad thing as my usual itinerary is going to Chicago in February, Corpus Christi Texas in the dead of summer... you know the times you really want to go to these places. So going some place in the heart of Dixie without it being the heart of summer... Aunt Ing is not complaining... plus there are 7 of us traveling from DC... so lots of company - sort of... there are 3 airports and 2 are going out of airport 1, 2 more out of airport 2 and 3 out of airport three... I got a direct flight so I am SO not complaining that will come when I discover the hour in which I must arise to get the airport that morning.... we'll save that for later.
Now where was I? Oh yes, trip planning, more reports.... bla bla let me sum up... it's been one busy day... if it wasn't so freaking cold outside and I wasn't so lazy I would go get something out for dinner but so not in the mood to go back outside.
Bubba called today... unlike yesterday he didn't tell me to go outside and "get ahead" of shoveling the driveway... (in driving winds and blowing snow he suggests this... ) he only asked if I dug out the driveway... I said I did. He also said "right now" his trip home is on schedule... does anyone else think with all the plane round robins going on he MIGHT have a bit of an issue? Laughing is not nice boys and girls and I really shouldn't be doing it... but then I look outside and snicker.
I have pictures to upload and other things to deal with, but I'm so tired of sitting in this chair - it will probably be late Friday or this weekend before I get things tended to....
Would it be wrong to send Bubba a link to a jewelry store with things I want noted... after all he HAS managed to be on the West Coast for EVERY major snow we've had this year... I've been home, alone - with the snow piling up and then having to dig it out... (well some of it anyway...) Oh heck yeah Aunt Ing deserves bling... open up that wallet Bubba - we're going shopping!
More tomorrow from the outside world... is it still there?
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
depth chart...
See the picture of Shelby next to the tree in my back yard about a week ago...
The snow still falling is now above the Y in that tree and it's piled higher than Shelby.... AND IT'S STILL COMING DOWN....
OH - I stand about 5"2" tall - the snow on the deck? To about my waist. I'm never getting out of this house.......
UPDATE: 4:36 EST - its still snowing.... and blowing ... I've shoveled the back steps 3 times today..
And no I haven't ventured out to do the driveway yet... tomorrow... and my road isn't plowed yet... I am never getting out of this house.
The snow still falling is now above the Y in that tree and it's piled higher than Shelby.... AND IT'S STILL COMING DOWN....
OH - I stand about 5"2" tall - the snow on the deck? To about my waist. I'm never getting out of this house.......
UPDATE: 4:36 EST - its still snowing.... and blowing ... I've shoveled the back steps 3 times today..
And no I haven't ventured out to do the driveway yet... tomorrow... and my road isn't plowed yet... I am never getting out of this house.
You know you've seen enough snow when...
Your digital camera flashes messages stating you need more friends and they need to get out more...
You saw the newspaper in the driveway when you got up, by the time you put on enough clothes to go outside and get it... you can't find it (and it's in yellow plastic)
Every window you look out of you have to angel your head just so to see something other than white...
The backyard is quickly getting devoid of trees, and the 2X2 patch of grass you dug out an hour ago - is gone... replaced with a growing patch of yellow snow..
When the news reporters actually state on the air - THEY are sick of snow coverage. After all how many times can you say "roads are crap, stay home, nothing is open and I am sick and tired of standing by the side of the road in the freezing cold telling you this stuff"
You laughed like heck when your boss in FLORIDA graciously approved your request to stay home and work from there... like I was going to try and go in if he didn't approve it... butthead
Your father-in-law called and talked for the better part of 10 minutes about weather, life and where darling Bubba was (normal conversations are 2 minutes max). But I think he's mostly happy to be home alone! ;-)
The view outside my office window is quickly becoming nothing but the growing mound of snow... I can still see the tips of the dog wood tree and the evergreen in the distance... when it blows... it's all white...
You start to think you should have bought some spray paint at the Home Depot yesterday to mark important landmarks around the house... like the front door, the back door, the windows... just in case you need rescued.
You know you've seen enough snow when can open your bedroom window blinds and dress and know that NO ONE will see you because you can't see the house behind yours...
You begin to wonder if the freezer full of food is enough to see you through this storm... (just you)
You spent your evening having a deep discussion about the meaning of life with your dog... and she nodded off on you...
You consider the "travel to the Bahamas" commercial some kind of waterboarding...
You begin googling voodoo priestesses to see if there is some kind of curse on your neighborhood and what you could do from home to make it stop...
You begin to wonder what your NEIGHBORS have done so anger the snow gods and if you buried them under all this snow would they ever be found? And would there be any incriminating evidence left after this stuff melts?
you think it isn't expecting too much from your husband that he should present some kind of sparkly present for Valentine's Day for his managing to be on the other side of the country for ALL 3 winter storms we've had? I thought not.
You begin to wonder if you will have to wear winter boots for your next birthday party - in July.
You update your Last Will and Testament to state, let the husband dig my fanny out; and let the nieces fight over what's left...he gets nothing.
And finally that info-mmercial about the solar snow removal system doesn't sound so far fetched after all...
oh yeah... oh so seen enough...........
You saw the newspaper in the driveway when you got up, by the time you put on enough clothes to go outside and get it... you can't find it (and it's in yellow plastic)
Every window you look out of you have to angel your head just so to see something other than white...
The backyard is quickly getting devoid of trees, and the 2X2 patch of grass you dug out an hour ago - is gone... replaced with a growing patch of yellow snow..
When the news reporters actually state on the air - THEY are sick of snow coverage. After all how many times can you say "roads are crap, stay home, nothing is open and I am sick and tired of standing by the side of the road in the freezing cold telling you this stuff"
You laughed like heck when your boss in FLORIDA graciously approved your request to stay home and work from there... like I was going to try and go in if he didn't approve it... butthead
Your father-in-law called and talked for the better part of 10 minutes about weather, life and where darling Bubba was (normal conversations are 2 minutes max). But I think he's mostly happy to be home alone! ;-)
The view outside my office window is quickly becoming nothing but the growing mound of snow... I can still see the tips of the dog wood tree and the evergreen in the distance... when it blows... it's all white...
You start to think you should have bought some spray paint at the Home Depot yesterday to mark important landmarks around the house... like the front door, the back door, the windows... just in case you need rescued.
You know you've seen enough snow when can open your bedroom window blinds and dress and know that NO ONE will see you because you can't see the house behind yours...
You begin to wonder if the freezer full of food is enough to see you through this storm... (just you)
You spent your evening having a deep discussion about the meaning of life with your dog... and she nodded off on you...
You consider the "travel to the Bahamas" commercial some kind of waterboarding...
You begin googling voodoo priestesses to see if there is some kind of curse on your neighborhood and what you could do from home to make it stop...
You begin to wonder what your NEIGHBORS have done so anger the snow gods and if you buried them under all this snow would they ever be found? And would there be any incriminating evidence left after this stuff melts?
you think it isn't expecting too much from your husband that he should present some kind of sparkly present for Valentine's Day for his managing to be on the other side of the country for ALL 3 winter storms we've had? I thought not.
You begin to wonder if you will have to wear winter boots for your next birthday party - in July.
You update your Last Will and Testament to state, let the husband dig my fanny out; and let the nieces fight over what's left...he gets nothing.
And finally that info-mmercial about the solar snow removal system doesn't sound so far fetched after all...
oh yeah... oh so seen enough...........
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Oh look - it's snowing...... again
And we're gong to measure it in feet - again. We're going to have to dig out the drive way, the back steps and my sanity - again.
I stupidly went to the grocery store this afternoon - I don't know why... I really didn't NEED anything I got. The idea of a nice warm casserole was the thinking when I went -that and batteries for my radio - just in case... it was still stupid. LARGE mountains of snow in the parking lot, lots of stupid people trying to find the last parking space, shopping buggy, pound of chicken. It was pretty amazing to walk into the grocery store and see empty shelves, big pockets of empty and people standing looking at these shelves like they were going to magically refill themselves. Yeah good luck with that one. I went to the grocery store and Home Depot do you think I could find 2 D cell batteries? Oh no! All the freaking AA and AAA I could want - D cell - no can do...
The news keeps talking about roofs caving in - that freaks me out. My roof has a good foot of snow on it now... we're supposed to get another foot tonight. I'm not going to get any sleep tonight - I'm going to lay there and listen to the roof creak - at least in my head. Then I'll nod off and I'll wake up at 3 AM and take care of business and wonder if I heard a creak... oh yeah 3rd degree on insanity is coming next.
Two surprising things today... as I sat in the office I looked outside to this mound of snow I saw-- A Cardinal! (not the Pope kind the bird kind... please) It was this bright red bird in a see of white and brown (tree branches) he sat there for a while, fluffed his wings and tail feathers, (probably colder then heck) and then he flew away! It was almost a sign... but I can't say what that might be and a quick google search didn't yield me anything useful...so I will take that as a hopeful sign that someday I will again see color outside my window - and for you yucksters who are want to point out that white is a color - kiss my grits.
I am officially sick of snow - it no longer looks pretty it looks like more work, more cold, more crap to fight through to get to work, more lines at the grocery store and more hassles all the way around... ENOUGH ALREADY!!!! Ahem.
Now on the I can't believe this... my cleaning lady showed up today - just as it has really started snowing I offered for her to just go - but she said she was here and they would finish. guilt is crushing me... and I said a small prayer at how very fortunate I am that I can sit at home and work without having to fight all the nut jobs on the beltway right now... thank you
This story was related to me from a friend in VA - he said his newly minted American immigrant neighbors went out and rented a Bobcat (the small earth mover) before the first storm hit - and after it did they went around to their neighbors and for a fee offered to dig out their driveways - I would have paid up!! (and did to the kid next door). THAT boys and girls is American ingenuity!! And a really smart way to make a buck! Way to go - and boy don't you wish you would have thought about it? I think Bubba is going to get a snow blower for Christmas this year - whether he wants one or not... besides there will still be piles of snow around for him to deal with - power up honey!!
Signing off from the winter wonderland... of oh gawd no more!!!
Good thing the dogs are black and brown or I would have lost them days ago...
I stupidly went to the grocery store this afternoon - I don't know why... I really didn't NEED anything I got. The idea of a nice warm casserole was the thinking when I went -that and batteries for my radio - just in case... it was still stupid. LARGE mountains of snow in the parking lot, lots of stupid people trying to find the last parking space, shopping buggy, pound of chicken. It was pretty amazing to walk into the grocery store and see empty shelves, big pockets of empty and people standing looking at these shelves like they were going to magically refill themselves. Yeah good luck with that one. I went to the grocery store and Home Depot do you think I could find 2 D cell batteries? Oh no! All the freaking AA and AAA I could want - D cell - no can do...
The news keeps talking about roofs caving in - that freaks me out. My roof has a good foot of snow on it now... we're supposed to get another foot tonight. I'm not going to get any sleep tonight - I'm going to lay there and listen to the roof creak - at least in my head. Then I'll nod off and I'll wake up at 3 AM and take care of business and wonder if I heard a creak... oh yeah 3rd degree on insanity is coming next.
Two surprising things today... as I sat in the office I looked outside to this mound of snow I saw-- A Cardinal! (not the Pope kind the bird kind... please) It was this bright red bird in a see of white and brown (tree branches) he sat there for a while, fluffed his wings and tail feathers, (probably colder then heck) and then he flew away! It was almost a sign... but I can't say what that might be and a quick google search didn't yield me anything useful...so I will take that as a hopeful sign that someday I will again see color outside my window - and for you yucksters who are want to point out that white is a color - kiss my grits.
I am officially sick of snow - it no longer looks pretty it looks like more work, more cold, more crap to fight through to get to work, more lines at the grocery store and more hassles all the way around... ENOUGH ALREADY!!!! Ahem.
Now on the I can't believe this... my cleaning lady showed up today - just as it has really started snowing I offered for her to just go - but she said she was here and they would finish. guilt is crushing me... and I said a small prayer at how very fortunate I am that I can sit at home and work without having to fight all the nut jobs on the beltway right now... thank you
This story was related to me from a friend in VA - he said his newly minted American immigrant neighbors went out and rented a Bobcat (the small earth mover) before the first storm hit - and after it did they went around to their neighbors and for a fee offered to dig out their driveways - I would have paid up!! (and did to the kid next door). THAT boys and girls is American ingenuity!! And a really smart way to make a buck! Way to go - and boy don't you wish you would have thought about it? I think Bubba is going to get a snow blower for Christmas this year - whether he wants one or not... besides there will still be piles of snow around for him to deal with - power up honey!!
Signing off from the winter wonderland... of oh gawd no more!!!
Good thing the dogs are black and brown or I would have lost them days ago...
Monday, February 8, 2010
Drunken Nana, 3 Wardrobe changes and snow and ice...
Mix that all together and you've got yourself on heck of a weekend. Mom and I knocked off 2 bottles of wine Saturday night - hey we didn't have anywhere to go. We made our way to my brother's house for the birthday extravaganza also known as niece#2's 3rd birthday. Now one thing I can say about western PA and major snow - the government trucks are as slow as the ones here in MD - but! the little side roads and back ways - were CLEANER than the major roads ... NOT something than happens here in Mary-land. Not nearly enough good ol' boys in MD as there are in Western PA - plows on the front of your pickup and gee doggie you're good to go... I digress.
So we made our way... carefully - enjoyed a bit of nosh and listened as my brother detailed his culinary skills as he prepped for his daughter's party - then he took heat from his sweet-tooth filled family when he covered her cake in FONDANT! OMG - seriously? Butter cream you idiot. Fondant sucks. I don't care if its marshmallow or pillow- mellow fondant sucks. Then for a real poke in the eye Darling Dad decided to stop for GOOD ice cream - and they were closed.... wa wa wa.... stuff happens.
On the total upside - Nana cooked and it was good... and I didn't have to do it.
I will also say that Nana was a happy drunk Saturday night - we laughed and joked and enjoyed being stuck where we were...
Sunday was also the morning the second big dig - without the blower.. my truck. Out front, covered in 2 feet of snow - what joy what bliss... Dad helped A LOT, we got it cleaned off, dug out and went back into the house... much to the chagrin of the 2 cars that kept circling the block waiting for me to pull out... bwaa ha ha ha - it's empty now. I didn't ask how long the spot stayed clear after I left this morning...
Now leaving the warm and tended nest of the parents... it was very sad but it had to be done - back to being a grown up (Which sucks btw). Got the car loaded up, started up and the defrosters going. Pulled out without trouble, did a 3 point turn in about 6 repositions and headed out only to be stuck by trucks and earth movers - moving snow... so back up take another route... stuck again. But this truck pulled out - so did we and off I went... slowly.
Filled the tank with gas hit main road and it was smooth sailing all the way from 15 minutes outside of town to 1 minute from the house, with one brief potty stop for me and the pups, and one brief stop for snow removal equipment on 270 Southbound - and boy did that come up quick! Surprise 1 lane - yes a few foot ball words were uttered.
And pulled into home - with a lovely dry, clean driveway and sidewalk - and boy to do I have to do something NICE for the kid next door. There is 3 feet of snow on either side of that driveway. I had to come home and dig out the back steps - I couldn't see up and over the snow from my back door... but I dug out a path and some grassy patches - so the girls can have ground upon which to - ah - you know.
I have also determined that going home to PA was the right decision - not only did I get to enjoy the sugar powered ear splitting noise that is a 3 year old's birthday party, but I would be nuts on a cracker with a side of crazy when I heard the report that I would be forced to spend another 2 days at home alone... oh yeah total right decision to spend time with people. oh yeah.
And now I sit here listening to the latest weather report - another foot of snow - coming tomorrow. Pray for me for I will never see green grass again.
On a really funny final note - Bubba's car is sitting at the airport - under what will be something near 4 feet of snow... oh yeah that's funny. Have fun digging out of that one - butthead.
No I'm not bitter why do you ask?
So we made our way... carefully - enjoyed a bit of nosh and listened as my brother detailed his culinary skills as he prepped for his daughter's party - then he took heat from his sweet-tooth filled family when he covered her cake in FONDANT! OMG - seriously? Butter cream you idiot. Fondant sucks. I don't care if its marshmallow or pillow- mellow fondant sucks. Then for a real poke in the eye Darling Dad decided to stop for GOOD ice cream - and they were closed.... wa wa wa.... stuff happens.
On the total upside - Nana cooked and it was good... and I didn't have to do it.
I will also say that Nana was a happy drunk Saturday night - we laughed and joked and enjoyed being stuck where we were...
Sunday was also the morning the second big dig - without the blower.. my truck. Out front, covered in 2 feet of snow - what joy what bliss... Dad helped A LOT, we got it cleaned off, dug out and went back into the house... much to the chagrin of the 2 cars that kept circling the block waiting for me to pull out... bwaa ha ha ha - it's empty now. I didn't ask how long the spot stayed clear after I left this morning...
Now leaving the warm and tended nest of the parents... it was very sad but it had to be done - back to being a grown up (Which sucks btw). Got the car loaded up, started up and the defrosters going. Pulled out without trouble, did a 3 point turn in about 6 repositions and headed out only to be stuck by trucks and earth movers - moving snow... so back up take another route... stuck again. But this truck pulled out - so did we and off I went... slowly.
Filled the tank with gas hit main road and it was smooth sailing all the way from 15 minutes outside of town to 1 minute from the house, with one brief potty stop for me and the pups, and one brief stop for snow removal equipment on 270 Southbound - and boy did that come up quick! Surprise 1 lane - yes a few foot ball words were uttered.
And pulled into home - with a lovely dry, clean driveway and sidewalk - and boy to do I have to do something NICE for the kid next door. There is 3 feet of snow on either side of that driveway. I had to come home and dig out the back steps - I couldn't see up and over the snow from my back door... but I dug out a path and some grassy patches - so the girls can have ground upon which to - ah - you know.
I have also determined that going home to PA was the right decision - not only did I get to enjoy the sugar powered ear splitting noise that is a 3 year old's birthday party, but I would be nuts on a cracker with a side of crazy when I heard the report that I would be forced to spend another 2 days at home alone... oh yeah total right decision to spend time with people. oh yeah.
And now I sit here listening to the latest weather report - another foot of snow - coming tomorrow. Pray for me for I will never see green grass again.
On a really funny final note - Bubba's car is sitting at the airport - under what will be something near 4 feet of snow... oh yeah that's funny. Have fun digging out of that one - butthead.
No I'm not bitter why do you ask?
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Well apparently this is it...
According to the Washington Post - on line it's called Snow-magendennnnn... or Holy Crap that's a lotta snow... Now I arose early so I could get away from snow that was to be measured in feet - only to have it follow me. Way to go Pittsburgh forecasters... but hey I've got company, I don't have to do much shoveling, I have actual people to talk to and I won't eat myself into the size of a small car... on the down side Mom made blueberry pancakes for breakfast and is now making noises about making cake... I still might have that size issue. ;-)
But on the total upside - Mom made blueberry pancakes and Dad has a snow blower. It's a life
My DC neighbors called to tell me that they wished they could say my house was just fine... but they CAN'T SEE IT. LOL. Almost four feet of snow for DC - It will take them a month to find my neighborhood.... I brought the laptop - I will and can work from Pittsburgh. And probably might have to... gosh darn and major bummer.
The niece's birthday party has been moved by one day - and thankfully no longer in a bowling alley - don't get me started on a 3 year old birthday party at a bowling alley -I mean really? The kids weigh as much as the freaking balls... put a bike helmet on the little darlings and wing them down the alley - they'll enjoy it and frankly it would probably be good parenteral therapy. (NO! I actually wouldn't toss my niece down a bowling alley - people please.)
The dogs are very confused, there is no yard that doesn't swallow them whole so there has been a great deal of "relieving" via the deck and the sidewalks, we'll start walking on the alley behind the house so they have some place to go... poor girls. Yeah real tough, 3 sets of hands to love them, Nana the goodie sneaker and Pap a male voice, that Shelby misses-- oh yeah poor poor puppies. (this is sarcasm boys and girls - study up)
Of course if Bubba wasn't on the West Coast I'd be trapped at home with him, shoveling out, cooking and such and probably all the crappy movies we've got DVR'ed will have been watched, and either deleted or saved for later... perhaps there might have been an upside to that one. LOL But then I would have been trapped with Bubba for the better part of 3 days if not longer - oh the posts that could have been written... instead you get the Chronicles of the crazy parents. Although I personally find it an amazing piece of restraint that I haven't called my sister asking for those "home" suggestions -- yet - but there were blue berry pancakes and the promise of cake.
The way to Aunt Ing's heart - her sweet tooth.
Stay warm, stay put and be careful where ever you are...
On final thought that just kinda popped in there... how strange would these posts have been if I had been stuck home alone... for days on end... oh yeah the strange and wild musing of the crazy lady thinking the snow drifts are talking to her... oh yeah that would have been tons of fun. signing off. now.
But on the total upside - Mom made blueberry pancakes and Dad has a snow blower. It's a life
My DC neighbors called to tell me that they wished they could say my house was just fine... but they CAN'T SEE IT. LOL. Almost four feet of snow for DC - It will take them a month to find my neighborhood.... I brought the laptop - I will and can work from Pittsburgh. And probably might have to... gosh darn and major bummer.
The niece's birthday party has been moved by one day - and thankfully no longer in a bowling alley - don't get me started on a 3 year old birthday party at a bowling alley -I mean really? The kids weigh as much as the freaking balls... put a bike helmet on the little darlings and wing them down the alley - they'll enjoy it and frankly it would probably be good parenteral therapy. (NO! I actually wouldn't toss my niece down a bowling alley - people please.)
The dogs are very confused, there is no yard that doesn't swallow them whole so there has been a great deal of "relieving" via the deck and the sidewalks, we'll start walking on the alley behind the house so they have some place to go... poor girls. Yeah real tough, 3 sets of hands to love them, Nana the goodie sneaker and Pap a male voice, that Shelby misses-- oh yeah poor poor puppies. (this is sarcasm boys and girls - study up)
Of course if Bubba wasn't on the West Coast I'd be trapped at home with him, shoveling out, cooking and such and probably all the crappy movies we've got DVR'ed will have been watched, and either deleted or saved for later... perhaps there might have been an upside to that one. LOL But then I would have been trapped with Bubba for the better part of 3 days if not longer - oh the posts that could have been written... instead you get the Chronicles of the crazy parents. Although I personally find it an amazing piece of restraint that I haven't called my sister asking for those "home" suggestions -- yet - but there were blue berry pancakes and the promise of cake.
The way to Aunt Ing's heart - her sweet tooth.
Stay warm, stay put and be careful where ever you are...
On final thought that just kinda popped in there... how strange would these posts have been if I had been stuck home alone... for days on end... oh yeah the strange and wild musing of the crazy lady thinking the snow drifts are talking to her... oh yeah that would have been tons of fun. signing off. now.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Up early finally paid off...
Yes boys and girls getting up early finally paid off... I got up early - after another 2 hits of the snooze bar.. but I got up, got moving, finished packing and got the heck out of DC... Where as I type this they are being snowed in until - I think - probably April. I really don't think Mom will mind that much, except for the laundry which will have to be more frequent as I only packed for 4 days... but hey - she's got HAL the oober washing machine. (Now to get that joke see 2001 A Space Odyssey)
Of course as I speak as well it's snowing like mad here in Western PA... apparently THIS is the biggest snow they've had all winter. Lucky me. On the up side PA is getting only getting up to 10 inches while the latest "guess" for DC - is 30 inches. 30 - that is more than 2 feet boys and girls - I may never see my house again.
The ride up was quiet, outside of Shelby and her barking, and talking and moving and such... but weather wise there was some flurry stuff at the top of the mountain where I went through the tunnel.. but dry roads and a quick ride - can't beat that with a stick. But now I am home with the parentental units, aka she doesn't listen and he can't hear... I may soon be contacting my sister for "home" recommendations... we'll see. ;-)
We went out to dinner - early and in the 45 minutes in which it took us to enjoy this meal - it really started coming down and since we've been home - someone turned the machine on high... sing with me now... "I'm Mr. Snow Miser I'm Mr. 10 below... whatever I touch - turns to snow in my clutch... I'm too much..." Now if I could just start singing about HEAT miser - we would be a much happier camper... Holy crap and enough already.
I must say the emails from co workers have been entertaining... best exchange involved hunting down that "rat" aka Punxustawney PA ground hog... the last best communication was from the woman desperately trying to get out of DC and to Mexico...
I quote:
Re: the Rat
Exterminate with extreme prejudice.
Frankly I think that says it all...
On the up side - Dad has a snow blower and isn't afraid to use it.... the kid next door to me? Has already been paid... dig James dig. Stay warm, stay safe and go find a good recipe for snow ice cream.
Of course as I speak as well it's snowing like mad here in Western PA... apparently THIS is the biggest snow they've had all winter. Lucky me. On the up side PA is getting only getting up to 10 inches while the latest "guess" for DC - is 30 inches. 30 - that is more than 2 feet boys and girls - I may never see my house again.
The ride up was quiet, outside of Shelby and her barking, and talking and moving and such... but weather wise there was some flurry stuff at the top of the mountain where I went through the tunnel.. but dry roads and a quick ride - can't beat that with a stick. But now I am home with the parentental units, aka she doesn't listen and he can't hear... I may soon be contacting my sister for "home" recommendations... we'll see. ;-)
We went out to dinner - early and in the 45 minutes in which it took us to enjoy this meal - it really started coming down and since we've been home - someone turned the machine on high... sing with me now... "I'm Mr. Snow Miser I'm Mr. 10 below... whatever I touch - turns to snow in my clutch... I'm too much..." Now if I could just start singing about HEAT miser - we would be a much happier camper... Holy crap and enough already.
I must say the emails from co workers have been entertaining... best exchange involved hunting down that "rat" aka Punxustawney PA ground hog... the last best communication was from the woman desperately trying to get out of DC and to Mexico...
I quote:
Re: the Rat
Exterminate with extreme prejudice.
Frankly I think that says it all...
On the up side - Dad has a snow blower and isn't afraid to use it.... the kid next door to me? Has already been paid... dig James dig. Stay warm, stay safe and go find a good recipe for snow ice cream.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
PANIC --- MAYHEM--- BREAD MILK TP
Yes boys and girls here we go again... Washington DC is in full panic mode winter storm warnings! 16-20 inches of snow is coming and the cherry on this sundae of doom? More snow Monday into Tuesday or Tuesday into something... let me put it this way... it is going to snow A LOT. Snow removal budgets are history, school snow days are used up and the grocery store and hardware store owners are going to retire in Fiji after this winter - screw it after this weekend.
I on the other hand have left a check for the enterprising young man next door and I'm heading north - out of the snow. Most people have to head south - not this year. Unless you're Bubba then you head West - I swear he's got some kind of weather computer than pin-points the weekend when we'll have major snow and plans to be gone. Probably in the same location of the dirty glass supply I can't find... Ah well stay tuned to see how many days I have to squat at Mom's before I can get back into Washington DC - do you think she'd mind until March? LOL Dad would.
In another in the on going saga of schedules at work... remember a couple of days ago when I ranted and raved about pushing due dates around like the skinny nerd in gym class? Well the jocks are at it again. The Due date that was supposed to be this Friday - yes tomorrow - was changed TUESDAY to a week from tomorrow. By the time I got into work today... (I was late) it has been changed to "as soon as you can" we are currently working to delivery Monday or Tuesday - which considering the weather forecast they will be lucky to get it done by Wednesday - or we may never get it done because the end of the world is apparently coming to DC this weekend. So we'll see what next week brings. To you children of the 80's just walk around today and tomorrow singing "It's the end of the world as we know - and I feel finnnnnee" People will leave you alone - trust me ;-)
Also if you're into crowds - the grocery store is apparently your place to be - I met up with a friend of mine to have lunch - we glanced toward the local Safeway... and shuttered. I can't begin to imagine what those places will look like come 5-6 PM tonight... those cashiers should get hazard-duty pay for those kind of days.
On a completely different note Bubba called last night - all bummed out life at work apparently is kicking him in the fanny and he's not liking life a whole heck of a lot. Yeah I feel real bad... well I do feel bad, but not that much - because well he's off in a hotel barely a worry outside of work. I mean when I travel - there is so much stress before I go to make sure there is clean clothes and enough food to sustain his highness when I go away it is freaking heaven while I'm gone No responsibilities but to ME! It's nice. Oh sure Bubba tries to tell me how tough it is on the road - I know better. He doesn't like it because there is no HD TV or Hockey package but these are not priorities in my life... just his. Trust me outside of the plane ride (for me) the rest is a cake walk. And how tough can his ride be? He's got enough perks and miles and what not he's usually flying first class... butthead.
So to sum up this day? This is the rush rush to get things done before the snow hits - me I'm going to a meeting, coming home, packing up and headed north to escapes Mother's Nature's latest tantrum. Or is that the Cold Miser? anyone remember those Christmas clay-mation they did a song and dance number-- "I'm Mr. Heat Miser I'm Mr. Sun... I'm Mr. Freeze Miser! That's it! -- "I'm Mr. Freeze Miser - I'm Mr. 10 below... whatever I touch turns to snow in my clutch I'm too much..... " ahem - well that was a peak into my child hood wasn't it? ;-)
Signing off to enjoy the latest adventure of "Wheel - Of - Due Dates...." tell us Vanna - what's next?.... *sigh* talk to you later.
I on the other hand have left a check for the enterprising young man next door and I'm heading north - out of the snow. Most people have to head south - not this year. Unless you're Bubba then you head West - I swear he's got some kind of weather computer than pin-points the weekend when we'll have major snow and plans to be gone. Probably in the same location of the dirty glass supply I can't find... Ah well stay tuned to see how many days I have to squat at Mom's before I can get back into Washington DC - do you think she'd mind until March? LOL Dad would.
In another in the on going saga of schedules at work... remember a couple of days ago when I ranted and raved about pushing due dates around like the skinny nerd in gym class? Well the jocks are at it again. The Due date that was supposed to be this Friday - yes tomorrow - was changed TUESDAY to a week from tomorrow. By the time I got into work today... (I was late) it has been changed to "as soon as you can" we are currently working to delivery Monday or Tuesday - which considering the weather forecast they will be lucky to get it done by Wednesday - or we may never get it done because the end of the world is apparently coming to DC this weekend. So we'll see what next week brings. To you children of the 80's just walk around today and tomorrow singing "It's the end of the world as we know - and I feel finnnnnee" People will leave you alone - trust me ;-)
Also if you're into crowds - the grocery store is apparently your place to be - I met up with a friend of mine to have lunch - we glanced toward the local Safeway... and shuttered. I can't begin to imagine what those places will look like come 5-6 PM tonight... those cashiers should get hazard-duty pay for those kind of days.
On a completely different note Bubba called last night - all bummed out life at work apparently is kicking him in the fanny and he's not liking life a whole heck of a lot. Yeah I feel real bad... well I do feel bad, but not that much - because well he's off in a hotel barely a worry outside of work. I mean when I travel - there is so much stress before I go to make sure there is clean clothes and enough food to sustain his highness when I go away it is freaking heaven while I'm gone No responsibilities but to ME! It's nice. Oh sure Bubba tries to tell me how tough it is on the road - I know better. He doesn't like it because there is no HD TV or Hockey package but these are not priorities in my life... just his. Trust me outside of the plane ride (for me) the rest is a cake walk. And how tough can his ride be? He's got enough perks and miles and what not he's usually flying first class... butthead.
So to sum up this day? This is the rush rush to get things done before the snow hits - me I'm going to a meeting, coming home, packing up and headed north to escapes Mother's Nature's latest tantrum. Or is that the Cold Miser? anyone remember those Christmas clay-mation they did a song and dance number-- "I'm Mr. Heat Miser I'm Mr. Sun... I'm Mr. Freeze Miser! That's it! -- "I'm Mr. Freeze Miser - I'm Mr. 10 below... whatever I touch turns to snow in my clutch I'm too much..... " ahem - well that was a peak into my child hood wasn't it? ;-)
Signing off to enjoy the latest adventure of "Wheel - Of - Due Dates...." tell us Vanna - what's next?.... *sigh* talk to you later.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Oh sure it looks all pretty....
This lovely scene was snapped this morning with Shelby off her leash under the lovely "stuff" covered tree awwww isn't that just soo nice? Yeah yeah yeah - in the back yard.
Front of the house has the sidewalk and the driveway and that has to be moved from point A to point B. And I did. It wasn't bad, about 4-6 inches depending upon where the pavement was in relation to a tree... now the nice warm sun is melting all that and plopping it down onto my nice clean driveway and side walk. One final comment about the weather... major storm heading up from Texas expected Friday night - AND another "event" possible for next Tuesday. Just shoot me now. ENOUGH!! UNCLE!! I GIVE!!! I'LL TALK JACK BAUER!! OK perhaps that last one was a bit much but sheesh and enough already... I mean the weather man said last night, that the Washington DC area has had more snow as of 2/2/2010 than we have had for the last THREE years combined. Seriously? Like we didn't already know that?
Now on an up note, its Wednesday and I didn't have to drive into work and according to my email neither did anyone else who lives more then 5 miles from the office. Can't blame them. I had a doctor appointment this AM, my hand and wrist have been killing me morning noon and night, I got some hyped up Advil and a wrist brace, and the number to a guy who most likely will want to cut me open... we'll hang on to that number for a bit. Actually I've got to give the brace thing a couple of weeks, and wear it as much as possible... oh yeah its a fashion statement. Of course after all those tests with the Medical Student (also known as "hey you almost a doctor) my wrist is killing me worse than when I went in... thanks Doc. Sheesh.
Bubba called from the West Coast, butthead, for the next 2 weeks - so he not only misses this mess but also the next 2 that are threatening to come our way... but the neighbor lady had a great idea for payback... when the yard work comes due... I shoveled "stuff" upon "stuff" you go rake leaves - I'm done. Oh yeah I'm liking this idea a whole lot... hee hee hee
Well stay warm, enjoy the scenes about you and stay tuned for crazy lady in the "stuff"coming to a blog near you...
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
We usually shoot those varmits... right?
With a half hearted apology to the lovely little town in PA completely dedicated to this one day of the year - its time to shoot that critter. It took me 2.5 hours to get home this evening - and the roads aren't even snow covered... yet...
Guess what its doing outside again boys and girls - and guess who isn't home to deal with it! Right on both counts.... it's snowing again and Bubba just left on a jet plane. Another 2-6 inches by morning... oh joy oh bliss... shoot me now but not before I take that overgrown rat in PA with me. 6 more weeks of winter - are you freaking kidding me? I had enough winter before Christmas... and trust me I've had plenty more since... bitter cold more snow, ice, rain, mess, more cold, winter-y mix and more flipping cold. Where is my brown February? Where I'm outside in a sweatshirt with the pups enjoying a bit of low sunshine and smiling? Hum? Hey - global warming nuts - WTH? eh? Enough already - we're done here - go to Canada - they like this shit...
And apparently I'm having some sort of break down - won't this be fun? On the up side I will not have to content with a commute into work tomorrow as it is my regularly scheduled work day at home... what joy what bliss let us all dance about the room... (and there is still a bit of breakdown occurring apparently... hang on)
OK - deep cleansing breath - don't look outside - and relax... ahhhhhh deep breath in, deep breath out... it's all good... nope still pissed.
Here is the plan - we aren't going to mention that word any more... you know the one - the stuff falling from the sky... oh sure it looks all Currier and Ives for 15 minutes then you have to shovel that crap and then the plow comes through leaving the foot high wall of compacted snow at the bottom of your driveway... Crap I said the word again.
Practice with me - we won't mention that "stuff" we won't talk about it, think about it whine about it - it will get bored and GO AWAY. Please. Oh and did I mention we might get a "significant event" here this weekend... screw that I'm going home to Mom. She's got a "stuff" blower... that may just grow legs and walk way until June - when I think all this crap will finally stop falling from the sky. ... I mean really - the weather man said we got 3 inches all of last winter - we started the winter with 2 feet...
I'm off to nuke dinner and move on with my evening... check tomorrow I might just post something really crazy.. like pass the suntan oil... stay tuned from the white out.
Guess what its doing outside again boys and girls - and guess who isn't home to deal with it! Right on both counts.... it's snowing again and Bubba just left on a jet plane. Another 2-6 inches by morning... oh joy oh bliss... shoot me now but not before I take that overgrown rat in PA with me. 6 more weeks of winter - are you freaking kidding me? I had enough winter before Christmas... and trust me I've had plenty more since... bitter cold more snow, ice, rain, mess, more cold, winter-y mix and more flipping cold. Where is my brown February? Where I'm outside in a sweatshirt with the pups enjoying a bit of low sunshine and smiling? Hum? Hey - global warming nuts - WTH? eh? Enough already - we're done here - go to Canada - they like this shit...
And apparently I'm having some sort of break down - won't this be fun? On the up side I will not have to content with a commute into work tomorrow as it is my regularly scheduled work day at home... what joy what bliss let us all dance about the room... (and there is still a bit of breakdown occurring apparently... hang on)
OK - deep cleansing breath - don't look outside - and relax... ahhhhhh deep breath in, deep breath out... it's all good... nope still pissed.
Here is the plan - we aren't going to mention that word any more... you know the one - the stuff falling from the sky... oh sure it looks all Currier and Ives for 15 minutes then you have to shovel that crap and then the plow comes through leaving the foot high wall of compacted snow at the bottom of your driveway... Crap I said the word again.
Practice with me - we won't mention that "stuff" we won't talk about it, think about it whine about it - it will get bored and GO AWAY. Please. Oh and did I mention we might get a "significant event" here this weekend... screw that I'm going home to Mom. She's got a "stuff" blower... that may just grow legs and walk way until June - when I think all this crap will finally stop falling from the sky. ... I mean really - the weather man said we got 3 inches all of last winter - we started the winter with 2 feet...
I'm off to nuke dinner and move on with my evening... check tomorrow I might just post something really crazy.. like pass the suntan oil... stay tuned from the white out.
Monday, February 1, 2010
A small rant...
Or maybe not so small... let's first begin shall we with a definition - the word?
SCHEDULE: According to dictionary.com it is the following:
–noun
I want you all to read and digest that bit of information, noting sequence of events, TIME allotted now I will begin my ravings of a lunatic. First it was work, where as stated on numerous occasions to friends, family and co-workers alike our software schedule is written in Jell-o sitting in the sun - in July. So say it's fluid is to say ice is cold... it's a well DUH kinda of thing. Now let me begin LAST week where not 1, not 2 but 3 separate people called our customer (another large nameless corporation even more screwed up than the one I work for) ... has a weekly meeting to discuss the schedule. EVERY WEEK it changes. No I am not kidding.
Now last week was even more fun because we noted a change, our due date had changed on page 1 but not on page 3, so we go back a week, same thing, back another week, pages 1 and 3 have the same date well ... WTF? So we ask, our contact of the Jello schedule basically What the heck (only nicer - and screaming the F bomb in our heads) He says to god and country "We didn't change anything." Now we look at each other going - well OK we might ALL be crazy. Nope. Next when confronted with written evidence, we get "oh my script updated that it's wrong I'll fix it." Then 4 hours later that same day we get, "well I really need it the earlier date".
Now based on that what would your reaction be? If you point to a blob of paint on your wall that doesn't belong there and the kid is standing there with the paint brush and says, "I didn't do it" then "Well I brushed against the wall when I picked up the brush" then confesses - are you going to trust said child? Especially one who is a working adult? I thought not - and I won't. Fast forward to this week - and surprise! Our schedule has changed again, only we've been pushed out a week - and thanks to my partner in crime (at work) scheduling her procedures next week (post delivery or so we thought) ALL the code reviews are now in MY lap. Groovy. But we will survive this - they sell wine at Target in VA - it's all good.
Now on to my second rant about schedules, do you know what else runs on a schedule? Buses! Yes Buses run on a pre-published schedule and barring major traffic, or weather they pretty much stick to it. Now Bubba has been riding this bus since this summer... he knows when the last bus leaves. Mondays are the days I have a meeting - NOT a good night to miss the last bus of the night... is it skippy? But NOOOOO we have to do one more thing or whatever and call me just as the meeting is getting started and for a ride from the Metro station... butthead.
And to add some spice to tonight's pick up where I left the girls, with other adults with instructions on what to finish up with... as I pull in so do 2 of Montgomery County's finest, then quickly followed by a large fire engine, an ambulance, and 4 - count 'em 4 more police cars... oh yeah then Metro Police... way to go boys. Now in the midst of all these blinky lights are people trying to pick people up drop people off, get to their cars or CATCH A BUS. Where am I? In the middle of this mess waiting for Sr. Butthead to finally pull into the station because he didn't check THE SCHEDULE. I waved at the girls as they pulled out, having finished the meeting without me, I did the final checks and headed home... after running back to the grocery store with the new pharmacy card so I didn't have to pay full price for my and Bubba's refills.
So the moral of these two tales of schedule misery? 1) When your adult, fess up to your foolishness, grow a spinal column, when you change something fess up - people will trust you more and not think your a big lying scum bag. and 2) It's called a bus SCHEDULE for a reason, not a "I'll get down there when I get there" and finally 3) NEVER DO THIS AGAIN ON A MONDAY OR YOUR LILY WHITE FANNY CAN WALK HOME.
Ahem, not mad - nope not at all... now there are rumors of snow tomorrow night and possibly Friday... I will drive home Thursday night if I have to... I will not be stuck in this house alone all weekend... no I will not... or... the peace and quiet might do me good huh?
So tell me gang, where are we going and what am I doing in this Handbasket? Hum...
SCHEDULE: According to dictionary.com it is the following:
–noun
| 1. | a plan of procedure, usually written, for a proposed objective, esp. with reference to the sequence of and time allotted for each item or operation necessary to its completion: The schedule allows three weeks for this stage. |
I want you all to read and digest that bit of information, noting sequence of events, TIME allotted now I will begin my ravings of a lunatic. First it was work, where as stated on numerous occasions to friends, family and co-workers alike our software schedule is written in Jell-o sitting in the sun - in July. So say it's fluid is to say ice is cold... it's a well DUH kinda of thing. Now let me begin LAST week where not 1, not 2 but 3 separate people called our customer (another large nameless corporation even more screwed up than the one I work for) ... has a weekly meeting to discuss the schedule. EVERY WEEK it changes. No I am not kidding.
Now last week was even more fun because we noted a change, our due date had changed on page 1 but not on page 3, so we go back a week, same thing, back another week, pages 1 and 3 have the same date well ... WTF? So we ask, our contact of the Jello schedule basically What the heck (only nicer - and screaming the F bomb in our heads) He says to god and country "We didn't change anything." Now we look at each other going - well OK we might ALL be crazy. Nope. Next when confronted with written evidence, we get "oh my script updated that it's wrong I'll fix it." Then 4 hours later that same day we get, "well I really need it the earlier date".
Now based on that what would your reaction be? If you point to a blob of paint on your wall that doesn't belong there and the kid is standing there with the paint brush and says, "I didn't do it" then "Well I brushed against the wall when I picked up the brush" then confesses - are you going to trust said child? Especially one who is a working adult? I thought not - and I won't. Fast forward to this week - and surprise! Our schedule has changed again, only we've been pushed out a week - and thanks to my partner in crime (at work) scheduling her procedures next week (post delivery or so we thought) ALL the code reviews are now in MY lap. Groovy. But we will survive this - they sell wine at Target in VA - it's all good.
Now on to my second rant about schedules, do you know what else runs on a schedule? Buses! Yes Buses run on a pre-published schedule and barring major traffic, or weather they pretty much stick to it. Now Bubba has been riding this bus since this summer... he knows when the last bus leaves. Mondays are the days I have a meeting - NOT a good night to miss the last bus of the night... is it skippy? But NOOOOO we have to do one more thing or whatever and call me just as the meeting is getting started and for a ride from the Metro station... butthead.
And to add some spice to tonight's pick up where I left the girls, with other adults with instructions on what to finish up with... as I pull in so do 2 of Montgomery County's finest, then quickly followed by a large fire engine, an ambulance, and 4 - count 'em 4 more police cars... oh yeah then Metro Police... way to go boys. Now in the midst of all these blinky lights are people trying to pick people up drop people off, get to their cars or CATCH A BUS. Where am I? In the middle of this mess waiting for Sr. Butthead to finally pull into the station because he didn't check THE SCHEDULE. I waved at the girls as they pulled out, having finished the meeting without me, I did the final checks and headed home... after running back to the grocery store with the new pharmacy card so I didn't have to pay full price for my and Bubba's refills.
So the moral of these two tales of schedule misery? 1) When your adult, fess up to your foolishness, grow a spinal column, when you change something fess up - people will trust you more and not think your a big lying scum bag. and 2) It's called a bus SCHEDULE for a reason, not a "I'll get down there when I get there" and finally 3) NEVER DO THIS AGAIN ON A MONDAY OR YOUR LILY WHITE FANNY CAN WALK HOME.
Ahem, not mad - nope not at all... now there are rumors of snow tomorrow night and possibly Friday... I will drive home Thursday night if I have to... I will not be stuck in this house alone all weekend... no I will not... or... the peace and quiet might do me good huh?
So tell me gang, where are we going and what am I doing in this Handbasket? Hum...
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