First the therapy... picture it Germantown, a blank word document...gently the fingers hit the keyboard....
Dear Niece Ay..
Congratulations (wait - highlight, right click synonyms... nice one --no, well done - no, commiserations - hey - oh no antonym... stick with the first word.)
Congratulations on your newest bundle of joy (yeah that works - sounds better than popping out another one...)
I wanted to send you a note to let you know Uncle Bubba and I (mostly I because Uncle Bubba lives in his own bubble of work and more work and when it come to family matters - especially his own he's clueless)
wanted to let you know you are in our thoughts and wish you (would get your GED, and would accept some help - but no one wants to hear from us... ) all the best with baby Addison and Joe and the person with whom you are now living whose name I've since forgotten since Christmas..
And I am a big fat phony. Having hemmed and ha'ed about this note for a card I have yet to buy I will have to debate and waffle a bit more. Stay tuned - or not my moods are bouncing - could make for some interesting posts....
The little funny came earlier today -when Hound dog Violet developed a strange tick today. I left this morning for my right-y followup mammogram. That's right - just one in the shape of well frankly Sponge Bob Square pants - except for the color and the shorts. (Just don't go there)
ANY way... came home let out the pups - its a lovely warming sun filled day and I know Shelby will stay outside on full alert for every person, leaf and branch that makes a noise (bark bark bark) Now Violet having been outside decided to come back inside as she is want to do to sleep on her comfy blanket but today she was torn and probably wanted to sleep in the sun. Who can blame her - I gave it a passing thought. To continue, my hound dog is standing at the OPEN back door unable to go outside. I heard her whining and crying in that hound dog way and thought maybe something was wrong -it isn't always as she does this when moving blankets around too (No I don't know why it's her thing) ... So I go to the laundry room and there stands Violet on the throw rug whining like she wants to go outside so I open the door more - I point, I say all the stupid dog things and still she stands there. So I get down a dog towel and cover the last 12 inches of non-carpeted floor and still she stands there. Finally I take her by the collar and drag her outside! Now that she is out - her tail is wagging she running around! I don't get it.
Again Violet follows Shelby back into the house, Shelby on her alert outside status must check in periodically to let me know she's there - in case I don't hear her barking and to make sure I'm still in my spot. Well Shelby goes back outside - Violet starts the whining and crying thing again. I wait - and I've got things to do. Violet runs in to see me, I hear her run upstairs, she runs back downstairs, she stands at the OPEN door and whines, but she won't go outside! I don't know what the issue suddenly is but this pampered pup now has a door phobia. Oh goodie. I can just see me at 7:00 AM trying to drag this dog outside to go pee... what fun this will be.
Hopefully a full bladder will overwhelm the door phobia. Cross your fingers.
All right I'm signing off for the day and wondering what I could possibly make for dinner, because I really want lo mien. Screw it I'm ordering in.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
And we're back...
To a working day - a Tuesday which means my morning oxygen is sucked up in meetings of which only 15 minutes of the hour is anything I need to pay attention to...
Thankfully the trip from PA to MD was uneventful, even Shelby laid down and was mellow for most of the trip. Loving Violet gets in the truck finds her spot and generally doesn't move - unlike Shelby who bounces from place to place until Violet blocks a bouncy spot and she's stuck -
I gave passing thought of going grocery shopping and decided I really didn't want to go and would deal with what I had at home. It was a quiet night.
Bubba called early, we chatted - nothing major he asked about the weekend the drive home, his dog (Shelby) yadda yadda yadda - and I wonder why I miss him. For all the conversation I get from him the dogs would work just as well some days.
Now the big issue I did want to talk to Bubba about he brushed aside with a "do what you think is best here" comment... idiot MAN. The issue? Let me 'splain...
My mother-in-law has apparently developed a new radar to call me when I'm at MY mother's without her son. She's done it twice now... but this call Monday was--- well -- uncomfortable to say the least and I'm not sure I was graceful under pressure.
My mother-in-law called to inform me that my niece Ay had a baby girl TWO WEEKS AGO. Now Bubba's darling sister (whom I just love dearly and she feels just as wonderfully toward me as well) sarcasm here... told her mother the day this bundle of joy entered the world that she would call her brother and his wife informing us that the unmarried high-school dropout niece had just given birth to her second child at the age of 22... (WOW - that was bitter laced wasn't it? Apparently I have issues)
Of course darling sister didn't call, neither did darling Mother-in-law until 2 weeks later - as I said to My mother at the time - because a gift hasn't arrived yet. Hey I didn't know when she was due - last I heard was "sometime in March" last time I checked we're still in the month of March so what the heck do I know? Now I did talk to my Mom-in-law several weeks ago needing an address and she said the niece was in labor - but she wasn't sure if it was the real thing... what the heck do I know... but I did make reference that she was in labor for the better parts of two weeks...
Now I will also say that said Mom-in-law made a production of stating how unhappy she was with her daughter (Bubba's sister) and that she should have called as well... bla bla bla... I half heartily made the joke about well I figured we'd meet the kid the same way we found out she was knocked up in the first place - some strange kid will walk in a room and we'll ask who she is... Not to mention the fact why didn't YOU call two weeks ago? Wouldn't it have been better to get two calls than none for weeks on end? Is the only reason you thought of us was because of a lack of monetary acknowledgment? Is that all we are good for?
(And we're back to my Wheezer reference of yesterday - apparently "the only reason people are nice to me is because I have more money than God."-- again refer to your copy of Steel Magnolias for that reference)
Well I sit here more than a bit ticked that NO ONE thought of Bubba - (he is their SON) after all to tell him that at least niece Ay was all right. Granted we can't put a happy face on this - I cannot put a happy face on this - it's very personal and its my personal issue AND it's a girl without the basics of education, shelter and the ability to feed, clothe and raise these children adequately - which has been displayed in dramatic fashion with the FIRST child she's brought into the world. I cannot support the choices this side of the family make in thinking this practice is a good thing. I'm sorry if this makes me an awful person it's how I feel.
My Mother-in-law tried to make me feel bad that "she said that they don't like me as it is... now they didn't find out... " No! My dear - you're family we will love you as family, what we don't love and won't support are your continued poor choices.
Now my issue - DO I send a gift up there? Frankly I don't want to, I did get a gift to the shower but frankly I'm of a mind set to send a card with a note stating that we'll always love you and we hope that she will work very hard to raise good kids. I am tired of being the family cash cow - even if they don't admit that is what they think we are good for.
Boy - this got long and angry.
Ok - reality check did an informal office poll with my female co-workers the vote is card with note. I think we're going with that... stay tuned.
Oh and did I mention they are coming Sunday for Easter Supper? Just the in-laws not the entire side of the family... that I know of. Pray for me.
Thankfully the trip from PA to MD was uneventful, even Shelby laid down and was mellow for most of the trip. Loving Violet gets in the truck finds her spot and generally doesn't move - unlike Shelby who bounces from place to place until Violet blocks a bouncy spot and she's stuck -
I gave passing thought of going grocery shopping and decided I really didn't want to go and would deal with what I had at home. It was a quiet night.
Bubba called early, we chatted - nothing major he asked about the weekend the drive home, his dog (Shelby) yadda yadda yadda - and I wonder why I miss him. For all the conversation I get from him the dogs would work just as well some days.
Now the big issue I did want to talk to Bubba about he brushed aside with a "do what you think is best here" comment... idiot MAN. The issue? Let me 'splain...
My mother-in-law has apparently developed a new radar to call me when I'm at MY mother's without her son. She's done it twice now... but this call Monday was--- well -- uncomfortable to say the least and I'm not sure I was graceful under pressure.
My mother-in-law called to inform me that my niece Ay had a baby girl TWO WEEKS AGO. Now Bubba's darling sister (whom I just love dearly and she feels just as wonderfully toward me as well) sarcasm here... told her mother the day this bundle of joy entered the world that she would call her brother and his wife informing us that the unmarried high-school dropout niece had just given birth to her second child at the age of 22... (WOW - that was bitter laced wasn't it? Apparently I have issues)
Of course darling sister didn't call, neither did darling Mother-in-law until 2 weeks later - as I said to My mother at the time - because a gift hasn't arrived yet. Hey I didn't know when she was due - last I heard was "sometime in March" last time I checked we're still in the month of March so what the heck do I know? Now I did talk to my Mom-in-law several weeks ago needing an address and she said the niece was in labor - but she wasn't sure if it was the real thing... what the heck do I know... but I did make reference that she was in labor for the better parts of two weeks...
Now I will also say that said Mom-in-law made a production of stating how unhappy she was with her daughter (Bubba's sister) and that she should have called as well... bla bla bla... I half heartily made the joke about well I figured we'd meet the kid the same way we found out she was knocked up in the first place - some strange kid will walk in a room and we'll ask who she is... Not to mention the fact why didn't YOU call two weeks ago? Wouldn't it have been better to get two calls than none for weeks on end? Is the only reason you thought of us was because of a lack of monetary acknowledgment? Is that all we are good for?
(And we're back to my Wheezer reference of yesterday - apparently "the only reason people are nice to me is because I have more money than God."-- again refer to your copy of Steel Magnolias for that reference)
Well I sit here more than a bit ticked that NO ONE thought of Bubba - (he is their SON) after all to tell him that at least niece Ay was all right. Granted we can't put a happy face on this - I cannot put a happy face on this - it's very personal and its my personal issue AND it's a girl without the basics of education, shelter and the ability to feed, clothe and raise these children adequately - which has been displayed in dramatic fashion with the FIRST child she's brought into the world. I cannot support the choices this side of the family make in thinking this practice is a good thing. I'm sorry if this makes me an awful person it's how I feel.
My Mother-in-law tried to make me feel bad that "she said that they don't like me as it is... now they didn't find out... " No! My dear - you're family we will love you as family, what we don't love and won't support are your continued poor choices.
Now my issue - DO I send a gift up there? Frankly I don't want to, I did get a gift to the shower but frankly I'm of a mind set to send a card with a note stating that we'll always love you and we hope that she will work very hard to raise good kids. I am tired of being the family cash cow - even if they don't admit that is what they think we are good for.
Boy - this got long and angry.
Ok - reality check did an informal office poll with my female co-workers the vote is card with note. I think we're going with that... stay tuned.
Oh and did I mention they are coming Sunday for Easter Supper? Just the in-laws not the entire side of the family... that I know of. Pray for me.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Hail to the Queen
And may I have the ability to block it all from my brain soon... ;-)
Actually the day went off without a hitch... oh we did have to peel the Queen from the ceiling a few times that morning but once she was on site, in charge and had things organized to her liking she was merely hovering about 4 feet from the ceiling. She had a full room, my sister and brother manged to arrive just in the nick of time, as nervous Nelly me had to call and inquire where they were... so I am my mother's daughter... sue me.
Let's start with up and moving, showers - remember one bathroom 4 adults and 1 small child. Dressed, breakfast, (I cooked!! so I fried an egg - I did cook at Mom's an unusual event) Dad drove his family truckster - Mom and I in the other both parents own and drive SUV's these things were FULL of "stuff". Mom had gifties, 2 coolers, gown bags, and other various and miscellaneous stuff, Dad had food. Of course as we arrive it starts to rain, so Mom pulls under the roof we unload load one, she said she's got to check on (insert items here) and disappears, I spend the next 45 minutes loading, unloading, into the fridge unit, and then finding Mom where is - where do you want - do you have this - HEY MOM--- needless to say it got a bit - difficult - yeah let's go with that.
Thankfully another batch of the golden girls showed up, Mom walked them through the kitchen I disappeared. Then more folks arrived and I had to don the dress. Mom and I got dressed, Dad was dressed in his "formal" clown outfit - which -- how do describe this jacket. It's like Rainbow Bright puked in a exacting squares and these men decided it was a good idea to make jackets out of this and wear them in public. When they stood together - if you were on any kinds of drugs it would have been a very very bad trip. Dad loves being a clown - all those guys do so I think the coats just work for this crowd. I believe one of these men will be snapped and immortalized on "people of Wal-Mart" website sooner rather than later...
On a personal note I did get through my part - only flubbed a couple of times and managed not to trip anyone, fall on my face or utter a football word in the meeting. Plus I got lots of nice compliments... that was nice. And a nice boost for the old ego y'a know? ;-)
The nieces of course were the stars of the show flowers and tiaras and all. They were too cute with their flowers when Mom walked by. Of course those had to be three of the most abused yellow roses in the history of pageantry, they danced with them, waved them and in one show of bad sportsmanship - one niece whacked the other in the head with her flower. As of this morning they are in the vase and not drooped so perhaps they are a bit more durable than I think.
It was a great party and lasted longer than anyone else thought it would, the running joke for me was my sister and brother both got leftovers - yours truly was left out in the cold. Apparently everyone thinks I have more money than god... as such I am now the Wheezer of the family and will begin to act accordingly. ;-) (refer to your copy of Steel Magnolias for that reference and for one coming later)
They locked the doors to the building as we left and we went home and died... well found a sitting position and pretty much stayed in that position until it was time to become horizontal. And we did... until the puppies announced it was time to get out and start the day.. oh yeah 7AM thanks Shelby.
And finally this note on the day that was yesterday... there is a women in Mom's ketch of golden girls and she wore a dress that IMMEDIATELY brought a line and and a scene from the previously mentioned movie to my sick and twisted mind..... picture a short woman, who resembles a snake who just ate a large lunch, then squeeze it into a lavender gown - and the immortal words will pop into your head too.... "Its like two pigs wrestling under a blanket"
(say it with the twang and picture that lavender dress moving about... they really are two pigs wresting under a blanket")
and on another final note that I had to just include... dear old dad asked about left baby equipment behind (aka the binky) and Mom responded "That's mine" then quickly amended that it was the one that was left at Nana's house. Dad laughed as we shared a looked and quipped, "I'll now it's a bad day when I come home she's got her crown on, her robe on and the binky is in her mouth."
I laughed and added, "with a glass of wine for dipping purposes... "
Oh what a fun year we're in for...
Congratulations Nana - Queen of Ayris No. 48 Daughters of the Nile, raising money for the Shriner's Children's Hospitals and making dolls and goodies bags for all those kids. Have a good time too.. the hard part is over.
Actually the day went off without a hitch... oh we did have to peel the Queen from the ceiling a few times that morning but once she was on site, in charge and had things organized to her liking she was merely hovering about 4 feet from the ceiling. She had a full room, my sister and brother manged to arrive just in the nick of time, as nervous Nelly me had to call and inquire where they were... so I am my mother's daughter... sue me.
Let's start with up and moving, showers - remember one bathroom 4 adults and 1 small child. Dressed, breakfast, (I cooked!! so I fried an egg - I did cook at Mom's an unusual event) Dad drove his family truckster - Mom and I in the other both parents own and drive SUV's these things were FULL of "stuff". Mom had gifties, 2 coolers, gown bags, and other various and miscellaneous stuff, Dad had food. Of course as we arrive it starts to rain, so Mom pulls under the roof we unload load one, she said she's got to check on (insert items here) and disappears, I spend the next 45 minutes loading, unloading, into the fridge unit, and then finding Mom where is - where do you want - do you have this - HEY MOM--- needless to say it got a bit - difficult - yeah let's go with that.
Thankfully another batch of the golden girls showed up, Mom walked them through the kitchen I disappeared. Then more folks arrived and I had to don the dress. Mom and I got dressed, Dad was dressed in his "formal" clown outfit - which -- how do describe this jacket. It's like Rainbow Bright puked in a exacting squares and these men decided it was a good idea to make jackets out of this and wear them in public. When they stood together - if you were on any kinds of drugs it would have been a very very bad trip. Dad loves being a clown - all those guys do so I think the coats just work for this crowd. I believe one of these men will be snapped and immortalized on "people of Wal-Mart" website sooner rather than later...
On a personal note I did get through my part - only flubbed a couple of times and managed not to trip anyone, fall on my face or utter a football word in the meeting. Plus I got lots of nice compliments... that was nice. And a nice boost for the old ego y'a know? ;-)
The nieces of course were the stars of the show flowers and tiaras and all. They were too cute with their flowers when Mom walked by. Of course those had to be three of the most abused yellow roses in the history of pageantry, they danced with them, waved them and in one show of bad sportsmanship - one niece whacked the other in the head with her flower. As of this morning they are in the vase and not drooped so perhaps they are a bit more durable than I think.
It was a great party and lasted longer than anyone else thought it would, the running joke for me was my sister and brother both got leftovers - yours truly was left out in the cold. Apparently everyone thinks I have more money than god... as such I am now the Wheezer of the family and will begin to act accordingly. ;-) (refer to your copy of Steel Magnolias for that reference and for one coming later)
They locked the doors to the building as we left and we went home and died... well found a sitting position and pretty much stayed in that position until it was time to become horizontal. And we did... until the puppies announced it was time to get out and start the day.. oh yeah 7AM thanks Shelby.
And finally this note on the day that was yesterday... there is a women in Mom's ketch of golden girls and she wore a dress that IMMEDIATELY brought a line and and a scene from the previously mentioned movie to my sick and twisted mind..... picture a short woman, who resembles a snake who just ate a large lunch, then squeeze it into a lavender gown - and the immortal words will pop into your head too.... "Its like two pigs wrestling under a blanket"
(say it with the twang and picture that lavender dress moving about... they really are two pigs wresting under a blanket")
and on another final note that I had to just include... dear old dad asked about left baby equipment behind (aka the binky) and Mom responded "That's mine" then quickly amended that it was the one that was left at Nana's house. Dad laughed as we shared a looked and quipped, "I'll now it's a bad day when I come home she's got her crown on, her robe on and the binky is in her mouth."
I laughed and added, "with a glass of wine for dipping purposes... "
Oh what a fun year we're in for...
Congratulations Nana - Queen of Ayris No. 48 Daughters of the Nile, raising money for the Shriner's Children's Hospitals and making dolls and goodies bags for all those kids. Have a good time too.. the hard part is over.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Travel Day... was yesterday
And of course because darling Bubba was home I left later than I planned. So as I got closer to Mom's she's calling - where are you? Practice is at one... hurry hurry hurry... let me put it this way - its a darn good thing the PA State trooper just pulling on to the highway didn't make it chase, as I slowed DOWN and he graciously pulled on to the side of the road to to pull someone ELSE over. Thank you sir - of course after he pulled off - I hit the gas again... only to get behind Grandma Moses and her trucker son the last 7 miles before Mom's.
Got to Mom's unloaded the dogs the dog's stuff was oh-so-lovingly allowed 1 minutes for which to pee - then I shoved the dogs and stuff at Dad and raced into the car with Nana. Only to get there to be greeted by locked doors and old women standing around chatting, talking, whining, bitching - oh wait those last two were me.
So practice with the 'girls' OMG. Chaos - not even closely organized - although I tried. Having only seen this done once, and fairly new to it all - I REALLY need to practice and get it right but the lady who introduced herself as "in charge" would wonder away and the other 4 ladies who also fancied themselves as knowing what was going on were each in their own way clueless, helpless and frankly lost in their haze of old people meds and hairspray...
Side note - if you ever want to do hair in the throw backs of the mid-60's move back to Western PA - all these old lady poofs were making me want to go buy go-g0 boots and listen to the Rolling Stones - or maybe the Beatles - depends upon whether or not they shared the old lady drugs...
And tangoed over... now I in my desperate attempt to get this right and do things right - kept asking and asking and asking and while I got the answer to the questions I didn't ask - and kept getting the same answer to the question I didn't ask over and over and over again - I FINALLY go the answer to the question I did ask. Oh and did I mention that I hadn't had lunch - so I was running on diet coke and an egg mcmuffin and we were pushing 3:00 Pm - this doesn't make for happy Aunt Ing.
So finally I've almost got this figured out practice is over and the ladies have decided that in spite of the fact that the reception will have sandwiches, cold salads, all served on plastic plates - they simply must have REAL silverware and it must be wrapped in the napkins. Now my personal position is it's overkill for the lunch and as long as I don't have to wrap or wash any of it - go for it. Apparently this is some tick of of member of Mom's little golden girls coffee cletch she can't eat from plastic utensils - go for it toostie-pop you want to wash utensils knock yourself out.
On the other hand apparently this has been a major issue - Mom finally let it go...
Now today we went down and set things up Chief Nana in charge and her communications skills need some work... I'm going to sign off now because the niece is here and I want to play with her...
Got to Mom's unloaded the dogs the dog's stuff was oh-so-lovingly allowed 1 minutes for which to pee - then I shoved the dogs and stuff at Dad and raced into the car with Nana. Only to get there to be greeted by locked doors and old women standing around chatting, talking, whining, bitching - oh wait those last two were me.
So practice with the 'girls' OMG. Chaos - not even closely organized - although I tried. Having only seen this done once, and fairly new to it all - I REALLY need to practice and get it right but the lady who introduced herself as "in charge" would wonder away and the other 4 ladies who also fancied themselves as knowing what was going on were each in their own way clueless, helpless and frankly lost in their haze of old people meds and hairspray...
Side note - if you ever want to do hair in the throw backs of the mid-60's move back to Western PA - all these old lady poofs were making me want to go buy go-g0 boots and listen to the Rolling Stones - or maybe the Beatles - depends upon whether or not they shared the old lady drugs...
And tangoed over... now I in my desperate attempt to get this right and do things right - kept asking and asking and asking and while I got the answer to the questions I didn't ask - and kept getting the same answer to the question I didn't ask over and over and over again - I FINALLY go the answer to the question I did ask. Oh and did I mention that I hadn't had lunch - so I was running on diet coke and an egg mcmuffin and we were pushing 3:00 Pm - this doesn't make for happy Aunt Ing.
So finally I've almost got this figured out practice is over and the ladies have decided that in spite of the fact that the reception will have sandwiches, cold salads, all served on plastic plates - they simply must have REAL silverware and it must be wrapped in the napkins. Now my personal position is it's overkill for the lunch and as long as I don't have to wrap or wash any of it - go for it. Apparently this is some tick of of member of Mom's little golden girls coffee cletch she can't eat from plastic utensils - go for it toostie-pop you want to wash utensils knock yourself out.
On the other hand apparently this has been a major issue - Mom finally let it go...
Now today we went down and set things up Chief Nana in charge and her communications skills need some work... I'm going to sign off now because the niece is here and I want to play with her...
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Helping of crow... table 1
And yes Aunt Ing is sitting at Table 1. When Bubba called home last night at 10:35 PM, he got an earful. I stated in no uncertain terms that I had had enough of the hours, the sitting home alone night after night and if he didn't manage to get his neon white fanny home before midnight Thursday he might as well not bother coming home at all.
Now what caused this sudden and violent spewing forth of general unhappiness? Not really sure but as I was making dinner last night and the phone call arrived that he was taking a co-worker here from the West Coast out to dinner I kinda snapped. He got home at midnight last Friday, I got home at 10 PM, we spent Saturday together - he went to work on Sunday - I called him home and spent the rest of the night with cranky Bubba, then Monday I got home at 9:20 from a meeting, Tuesday he got home at 10:15 Pm, last night it was 11:00 PM tonight is the only night we are together as I leave tomorrow morning for Mom's big weekend, and he leaves town Sunday Morning. And didn't I let him have it about that one... there is NO NEED for him to be leaving home at 7:00 AM on a Sunday! No, he said it was cheaper airfare - tough puppy presents - if they can't afford you to travel then stay your happy ass home. We have no life and I'm sick of it. He's had a year and 4 months of this yes, things did back off but lately not so much.
Enough is enough. Anyone wanna put down money what time his highness manages to stroll in tonight? Just to show me he'll beat me home tonight - of course I have to stay a bit later to pick up his dry cleaning tonight, and swing by the grocery store to get mushrooms for the salad, but he'll make light of it.
I felt bad when he got home last night about fussing at him, I know this job is kicking his backside but I have felt this building and it finally blew yesterday. So whoopie I get one night - but on the upside, I get to go home and have company for the better part of 4 days. Then I will have 4 more days alone, then we'll see what is what then.
I am sure part of this is that I'm so busy with the 6000 other things in my life and work has been heating up for a month and well it call came crashing down on Bubba's head last night. I did apologize for fussing at him when he got home -but last night he got home and we went to bed, and before I wake up good he's gone again. Bonus points for him - he did notice I had my hair done... and I quote "I see we got rid of the gray today" Butthead.
Another day in paradise, I have work stuff to get to - soon as I recover from the all hands meeting telling us that our operation is 3 million behind schedule and profit so all benefits that make employees happy will be cut until the senior management figures out how to bring in more work and money... yeah. We did notice that big important manager man had a newer computer and the newer software than the rest of us... hummmmm I have some better ideas where the cuts could come from... skippy the senior manager guy. *sigh* Another day in the great cog turning the wheel at nameless corporation incorporated.
Perhaps I'll find some happy news today... or not.
Now what caused this sudden and violent spewing forth of general unhappiness? Not really sure but as I was making dinner last night and the phone call arrived that he was taking a co-worker here from the West Coast out to dinner I kinda snapped. He got home at midnight last Friday, I got home at 10 PM, we spent Saturday together - he went to work on Sunday - I called him home and spent the rest of the night with cranky Bubba, then Monday I got home at 9:20 from a meeting, Tuesday he got home at 10:15 Pm, last night it was 11:00 PM tonight is the only night we are together as I leave tomorrow morning for Mom's big weekend, and he leaves town Sunday Morning. And didn't I let him have it about that one... there is NO NEED for him to be leaving home at 7:00 AM on a Sunday! No, he said it was cheaper airfare - tough puppy presents - if they can't afford you to travel then stay your happy ass home. We have no life and I'm sick of it. He's had a year and 4 months of this yes, things did back off but lately not so much.
Enough is enough. Anyone wanna put down money what time his highness manages to stroll in tonight? Just to show me he'll beat me home tonight - of course I have to stay a bit later to pick up his dry cleaning tonight, and swing by the grocery store to get mushrooms for the salad, but he'll make light of it.
I felt bad when he got home last night about fussing at him, I know this job is kicking his backside but I have felt this building and it finally blew yesterday. So whoopie I get one night - but on the upside, I get to go home and have company for the better part of 4 days. Then I will have 4 more days alone, then we'll see what is what then.
I am sure part of this is that I'm so busy with the 6000 other things in my life and work has been heating up for a month and well it call came crashing down on Bubba's head last night. I did apologize for fussing at him when he got home -but last night he got home and we went to bed, and before I wake up good he's gone again. Bonus points for him - he did notice I had my hair done... and I quote "I see we got rid of the gray today" Butthead.
Another day in paradise, I have work stuff to get to - soon as I recover from the all hands meeting telling us that our operation is 3 million behind schedule and profit so all benefits that make employees happy will be cut until the senior management figures out how to bring in more work and money... yeah. We did notice that big important manager man had a newer computer and the newer software than the rest of us... hummmmm I have some better ideas where the cuts could come from... skippy the senior manager guy. *sigh* Another day in the great cog turning the wheel at nameless corporation incorporated.
Perhaps I'll find some happy news today... or not.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Status update Noon Wednesday....
Life is good. First the weather - sun, warm, gentle breeze, lovely. Second it's work from home day third, just got back from the hair salon... gonna wash that grey right outta my hair.... and it's ALL gone and it's cut and styled and just lovely. Aunt Ing is very happy. Her puppy babies are happy (and outside in the sunshine) Bubba is at work - and probably not happy about it. In fact I know he's not happy about it. He laid in bed this very morning and said "I don't want to go work today." Poor Bubba.
He got home at 10:00 PM last night - and for his trouble? He got a speeding ticket on his way home. He admitted he just wasn't paying attention and got nailed. Makes you feel bad doesn't it? So I fed him, let him do his thing with the TV and then we went to bed. It's a lifestyle isn't it? ;-)
OH - and the big mystery of the missing co-worker yesterday. Total bust. He emailed everyone but with his email trouble no one got it... whoops. And totally no fun. But he's all right and the great office caper is a bust. Oh my do I need a life. LOL
So I've got a stack of work and non work stuff to deal with AND I want to be done by 7:00 Pm including having dinner cooked and ready for the Caps Vs. the Pens... don't disappoint me boys. I am not going to work and read through all the emails that poke fun at me and my team I got to play "We are the Champions" after you all won the cup - don't make me wear red!! I've got my jersey on! (post hair salon - too many chemicals to risk it). SCORE SID SCORE - get moving - DEFENSE beat Ovie beat those CAPS - P-E-N-S PENS PENS PENS...
There are a LOT of us yinzers daun here n'nat boys* - a pissed off half drunk yinzer in an opposing stadium is not a pretty sight. Get your stuff together boys or I'm coming up there and beat some sense into you. I need something to hold on to right now - you keep screwing up and I can't guarantee the safety of Alabama code jockeys if you boys don't start winning and doing it with some grunt. I need my fix.
AND don't get me started on this Com-crap DirectTV whizzing contest and why I can't see Versus with all my hockey games. It's bubbling at house boys and girls, we need a win, we need the end of "Investigation continuing in Georgia" I need hitting and scoring. (IN AN PROFESSIONAL SPORT-- really people please.)
And apparently I need to switch to decaf. (cleansing breath) OK - going back to the zen like state of sun shining, puppies sleeping in the sun and working at home. Life is good, and you can't beat that with a stick. (even my signed Mario Lemieux hockey stick... and there I go again)
Going to play with the pups - and a little zen. :-)
*yinzer to English translation: a lot of us guys and gals down here in the DC metro area and all that...
He got home at 10:00 PM last night - and for his trouble? He got a speeding ticket on his way home. He admitted he just wasn't paying attention and got nailed. Makes you feel bad doesn't it? So I fed him, let him do his thing with the TV and then we went to bed. It's a lifestyle isn't it? ;-)
OH - and the big mystery of the missing co-worker yesterday. Total bust. He emailed everyone but with his email trouble no one got it... whoops. And totally no fun. But he's all right and the great office caper is a bust. Oh my do I need a life. LOL
So I've got a stack of work and non work stuff to deal with AND I want to be done by 7:00 Pm including having dinner cooked and ready for the Caps Vs. the Pens... don't disappoint me boys. I am not going to work and read through all the emails that poke fun at me and my team I got to play "We are the Champions" after you all won the cup - don't make me wear red!! I've got my jersey on! (post hair salon - too many chemicals to risk it). SCORE SID SCORE - get moving - DEFENSE beat Ovie beat those CAPS - P-E-N-S PENS PENS PENS...
There are a LOT of us yinzers daun here n'nat boys* - a pissed off half drunk yinzer in an opposing stadium is not a pretty sight. Get your stuff together boys or I'm coming up there and beat some sense into you. I need something to hold on to right now - you keep screwing up and I can't guarantee the safety of Alabama code jockeys if you boys don't start winning and doing it with some grunt. I need my fix.
AND don't get me started on this Com-crap DirectTV whizzing contest and why I can't see Versus with all my hockey games. It's bubbling at house boys and girls, we need a win, we need the end of "Investigation continuing in Georgia" I need hitting and scoring. (IN AN PROFESSIONAL SPORT-- really people please.)
And apparently I need to switch to decaf. (cleansing breath) OK - going back to the zen like state of sun shining, puppies sleeping in the sun and working at home. Life is good, and you can't beat that with a stick. (even my signed Mario Lemieux hockey stick... and there I go again)
Going to play with the pups - and a little zen. :-)
*yinzer to English translation: a lot of us guys and gals down here in the DC metro area and all that...
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
It is just Tuesday?
It feels like it should be later in the week but it's not... the big mystery is at work today... one team member isn't in. Hasn't called anyone, hasn't written anyone, and to really add spice to the mix? His interoffice email is bouncing back as... undeliverable. (dum-dum-dum) that's typed out creepy music.
The admin has asked me and other co-workers if we'd heard from him, we've asked each other - the boss in Florida and calls to cell phones have gone unanswered. Now I sincerely hope he's all right and nothing is wrong... but this is the kind of office mystery that keeps instant messages and email humming... now stay tuned because I won't know any news until tomorrow - but I will be on the email first thing...
My April got just as booked as my March was... now if I could stay off a freaking plane for a bit... it would be so much better. We'll see. Plus we get to toss in Bubba's oh-so-family-friendly travel schedule into the mix and we've got a party! I'm going through the "I'm tired of being home alone" stage of our travel schedule. It seems to me he's been away more than he's been home and frankly I am a bit sick of it. Nana - you've been warned I'm probably going to talk your ear off as I've had NO ONE to talk to for the better part of a month. I see the signs already, I'm chatting up co-workers, neighbors and when shopping for the god-daughter's Easter dress a perfect stranger. Heaven help me.
I have spent my day listening to Pittsburgh sports radio all day - this wasn't a good idea. There was a great deal of complaining about the Penguins... they lost to the Devils - in Detroit. the last time they were in Detroit - they left with a MAJOR piece of hardware! Yeesh why didn't go you back to show them again! What the heck are you boys doing??!?? The football team in panic mode because their QB is being an idiot on a continuing and regular basis... it's the talk of the NFL... WE NEED THIS - QUIT SCREWING AROUND.
Ahem. Now - my beloved Pens come to my adopted town of DC tomorrow night. Back when Bubba had a job where he could come home at night and attempt to have a life we could go to those games, we would enjoy wearing our Pittsburgh Jerseys and it was a great game. Hockey live is SUPER FAB. BUT... Bubba has this job now - so I will enjoy the game on the hi-def TV wearing my Pens jersey all day (because I am working from home) and I will probably be alone. I've just decided what is for dinner tomorrow night... :-)
So, to sum up today... work work work and aren't I sick of that... the mystery of the missing co-worker, Pittsburgh sports Radio is up in arms because the darlings of last year are the slumping dogs of this year, and I'm home alone and really tired of it. You have been warned.
Wednesday will be better - I'm home with the puppies that always make things better.
The admin has asked me and other co-workers if we'd heard from him, we've asked each other - the boss in Florida and calls to cell phones have gone unanswered. Now I sincerely hope he's all right and nothing is wrong... but this is the kind of office mystery that keeps instant messages and email humming... now stay tuned because I won't know any news until tomorrow - but I will be on the email first thing...
My April got just as booked as my March was... now if I could stay off a freaking plane for a bit... it would be so much better. We'll see. Plus we get to toss in Bubba's oh-so-family-friendly travel schedule into the mix and we've got a party! I'm going through the "I'm tired of being home alone" stage of our travel schedule. It seems to me he's been away more than he's been home and frankly I am a bit sick of it. Nana - you've been warned I'm probably going to talk your ear off as I've had NO ONE to talk to for the better part of a month. I see the signs already, I'm chatting up co-workers, neighbors and when shopping for the god-daughter's Easter dress a perfect stranger. Heaven help me.
I have spent my day listening to Pittsburgh sports radio all day - this wasn't a good idea. There was a great deal of complaining about the Penguins... they lost to the Devils - in Detroit. the last time they were in Detroit - they left with a MAJOR piece of hardware! Yeesh why didn't go you back to show them again! What the heck are you boys doing??!?? The football team in panic mode because their QB is being an idiot on a continuing and regular basis... it's the talk of the NFL... WE NEED THIS - QUIT SCREWING AROUND.
Ahem. Now - my beloved Pens come to my adopted town of DC tomorrow night. Back when Bubba had a job where he could come home at night and attempt to have a life we could go to those games, we would enjoy wearing our Pittsburgh Jerseys and it was a great game. Hockey live is SUPER FAB. BUT... Bubba has this job now - so I will enjoy the game on the hi-def TV wearing my Pens jersey all day (because I am working from home) and I will probably be alone. I've just decided what is for dinner tomorrow night... :-)
So, to sum up today... work work work and aren't I sick of that... the mystery of the missing co-worker, Pittsburgh sports Radio is up in arms because the darlings of last year are the slumping dogs of this year, and I'm home alone and really tired of it. You have been warned.
Wednesday will be better - I'm home with the puppies that always make things better.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Relax... it was minor
The garage door that is... I called Bubba admonished him to return to his home (if he remembered the location) before the darkness enveloped the garage and he'd be attempting any repairs in said darkened condition. Oh he returned home as I was in the laundry room with the washer filling with water, the drying going he standing in the doorway of the garage (up one level) yelling for me... oh I heard him - sort of but I'll be darned if I was going to respond! We've had THIS lesson again and again - when in the magic laundry room I can't hear you over the rushing of water and tumbling of clothes. You'd think by now he'd learn.
So he finally gives up and comes and finds me, all "happy" as you can imagine. They he says was the garage door doing this? He hits the button - it acts as it had. I say yes, he goes and moves some little box, and said, You knocked this off it needs that connection to close. And then he made some disparaging remark about my intelligence and I shrugged. Basically there is a little black box on either side of the garage door and when red doesn't see green or vice versa the door doesn't close. Now in all the years we've lived there that has never happened and frankly I never really thought about the little boxes... heck I didn't even know they came off! But he puts it back in it's happy little place and wha-la fixed door. Aren't we all kinds of excited about it.
Then of course we are now home with oober cranky Bubba who sets up his computer in the room with the TV then tries to complain about the watching selections... oh no dear you're working deal with it. I'm not watching crap on a 12X12 box while you try to figure out how to do 2 things at once and fail at both. Oh so not happening.
To finish up the night I feed him, we go to bed I get up WAY to early. Deal with my day from haties and now I'm home realizing I forgot to get a gift for a Ladies group member who's getting a new dog.. so I can't change I have to bring my dress and go to the Walmart before I go to my meeting. Sheesh what a day. Oh and did I mention I still have stuff due that I'm going to have to finish tonight? This working for a living foolishness has GOT to go. My entire week is focused on getting to the end of it... and hoping like heck I know my part for Mom... really have to finish that. ;-)
So he finally gives up and comes and finds me, all "happy" as you can imagine. They he says was the garage door doing this? He hits the button - it acts as it had. I say yes, he goes and moves some little box, and said, You knocked this off it needs that connection to close. And then he made some disparaging remark about my intelligence and I shrugged. Basically there is a little black box on either side of the garage door and when red doesn't see green or vice versa the door doesn't close. Now in all the years we've lived there that has never happened and frankly I never really thought about the little boxes... heck I didn't even know they came off! But he puts it back in it's happy little place and wha-la fixed door. Aren't we all kinds of excited about it.
Then of course we are now home with oober cranky Bubba who sets up his computer in the room with the TV then tries to complain about the watching selections... oh no dear you're working deal with it. I'm not watching crap on a 12X12 box while you try to figure out how to do 2 things at once and fail at both. Oh so not happening.
To finish up the night I feed him, we go to bed I get up WAY to early. Deal with my day from haties and now I'm home realizing I forgot to get a gift for a Ladies group member who's getting a new dog.. so I can't change I have to bring my dress and go to the Walmart before I go to my meeting. Sheesh what a day. Oh and did I mention I still have stuff due that I'm going to have to finish tonight? This working for a living foolishness has GOT to go. My entire week is focused on getting to the end of it... and hoping like heck I know my part for Mom... really have to finish that. ;-)
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Welcome to Sunday of disrepair...
I write this gingerly hoping and praying that just we're done for today of things breaking down... thankfully Bubba is at work... but when he gets home - oh boy aren't we in for some fun now.
First it was the Internet at home - I had bills to pay and things to deal with, thoughts to post - but NO... the stupid Internet let kept going off and on and off and on... it was like beat the clock to see if you could click and load fast enough before the stupid connection crapped out again. So I call large nameless telephone company, sort through Miss pleasant voice commands she "checks" the line, and pronounces it fine - just as the light comes back on, and just as I'm having the thought to say "OK fixed" the light goes out again... and I hit the "give me a freaking human to talk to key"... and who do I get... You guessed Jamel from right up the road in India. He walks me through a few things - and after a screwed up password on my part and his not getting the concept that the button isn't there for me to click on Jamel... I am left with "I have a ticket logged to the network guys and they will call you in 24 hours." Well super-de-duper I'll be at work in 24 hours and they will probably do something helpful like call the house and leave a message. We'll see.
Second and this is a major boo-boo the garage door won't go down... I was out front raking leaves (more on this later) finished and went into the house. Then as I prepared to go out shopping at the grocery store I realized that the garage door was open and needed to be closed. No go.. it goes about 2 inches and returned to its present upright and locked position. (and oh yes I have been flying too much) After trying the button the car, and a prayer none of the above worked. I was talking to Mom and she said "let him deal with it" as I was debating calling the neighbor for a hand - she's right - get your lilly white fanny home and deal with this - I'll handle the Internet - the garage is your sugarplum and if it ain't working you're staying home to deal with it I've got things to do.
So we've called Bubba he ain't happy but he's heading home this should be a fun time - and I might update depending upon just how much I can squeeze out of this mess..
But for the OTHER topic of today... why was I out front raking leaves in the first place? That is the question I asked myself about 3/4 of the way through the process. I have shoveled snow until I never want to see another flake again, while his pampered fanny is out on the west coast "working" ever so hard. We came home yesterday and TOGETHER cleaned up the back yard - Bubba did do the "present" patrol then he says to me "you can do the front yard tomorrow." Can I now skippy? I won't mention the fact that 2 makes the job go faster and a ticked off Aunt Ing is not the place you want to go - especially when you are leaving town again so soon... you just might find the locks changed. I have the check book passwords and I can screw with you there too.
Oh I did it. And I PROMISE you he'll say something about the job done, the recycle bag I used... and then they will find him in said recycle bag and Aunt Ing on the back deck with a drink and smile.
Then the garage door won't be a problem as I will lock the door to the house, put a lock on my freezer and put a sign out front that says "fire sale" - buy it before I haul it out and set it on fire... did I mention 99.8% of the crap in the garage is his? Figured by the context you'd gotten that one but sometimes subtlety is a lost art.
Ok so I'm off to wait the arrival of Bubba, find some good ju-ju candles to burn and perhaps offer up a sacrifice to the gods just in case. Say a prayer for me - Bubba is going to try and fix something - and he's tired and cranky. Won't this be fun?
Stay tuned.
First it was the Internet at home - I had bills to pay and things to deal with, thoughts to post - but NO... the stupid Internet let kept going off and on and off and on... it was like beat the clock to see if you could click and load fast enough before the stupid connection crapped out again. So I call large nameless telephone company, sort through Miss pleasant voice commands she "checks" the line, and pronounces it fine - just as the light comes back on, and just as I'm having the thought to say "OK fixed" the light goes out again... and I hit the "give me a freaking human to talk to key"... and who do I get... You guessed Jamel from right up the road in India. He walks me through a few things - and after a screwed up password on my part and his not getting the concept that the button isn't there for me to click on Jamel... I am left with "I have a ticket logged to the network guys and they will call you in 24 hours." Well super-de-duper I'll be at work in 24 hours and they will probably do something helpful like call the house and leave a message. We'll see.
Second and this is a major boo-boo the garage door won't go down... I was out front raking leaves (more on this later) finished and went into the house. Then as I prepared to go out shopping at the grocery store I realized that the garage door was open and needed to be closed. No go.. it goes about 2 inches and returned to its present upright and locked position. (and oh yes I have been flying too much) After trying the button the car, and a prayer none of the above worked. I was talking to Mom and she said "let him deal with it" as I was debating calling the neighbor for a hand - she's right - get your lilly white fanny home and deal with this - I'll handle the Internet - the garage is your sugarplum and if it ain't working you're staying home to deal with it I've got things to do.
So we've called Bubba he ain't happy but he's heading home this should be a fun time - and I might update depending upon just how much I can squeeze out of this mess..
But for the OTHER topic of today... why was I out front raking leaves in the first place? That is the question I asked myself about 3/4 of the way through the process. I have shoveled snow until I never want to see another flake again, while his pampered fanny is out on the west coast "working" ever so hard. We came home yesterday and TOGETHER cleaned up the back yard - Bubba did do the "present" patrol then he says to me "you can do the front yard tomorrow." Can I now skippy? I won't mention the fact that 2 makes the job go faster and a ticked off Aunt Ing is not the place you want to go - especially when you are leaving town again so soon... you just might find the locks changed. I have the check book passwords and I can screw with you there too.
Oh I did it. And I PROMISE you he'll say something about the job done, the recycle bag I used... and then they will find him in said recycle bag and Aunt Ing on the back deck with a drink and smile.
Then the garage door won't be a problem as I will lock the door to the house, put a lock on my freezer and put a sign out front that says "fire sale" - buy it before I haul it out and set it on fire... did I mention 99.8% of the crap in the garage is his? Figured by the context you'd gotten that one but sometimes subtlety is a lost art.
Ok so I'm off to wait the arrival of Bubba, find some good ju-ju candles to burn and perhaps offer up a sacrifice to the gods just in case. Say a prayer for me - Bubba is going to try and fix something - and he's tired and cranky. Won't this be fun?
Stay tuned.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Eek! There's a man in my bed...
Oh wait - I married him. Yes boys and girls believe or not Bubba and I are home - together at the same time. I know - do you think the devil can do a double axle and come down on the inside blade? (sorry Olympic left over there... )
So, after my world wind trip to the deep south where I managed to see - again, the airport, the office and the hotel. Not to mention the inside offices... I am home, the weather is FAB-U-LOUS - and we're ordering in... life is good boys and girls life is good.
We did manage to get up dressed and to my "Maryland" Mom's big to-do today. It was very nice she was very happy and all was well. Then home out of dress and panty hose outside with the puppies... doing yard work. Yeah... but it was so nice even I couldn't complain.. much. ;-)
We picked up the 3 tons of broken branches and their bits Bubba even did a puppy present patrol, and since we found a gift certificate to the local pizza joint, dinner is served. Or will be when he gets back. Let's hope for another day like today - without the dressing up and the dash in to DC. Bubba is on his way into work tomorrow - I KNOW - but he says he has to get things done and this boss has been riding him like a rented mule with time expiring.
Tonight we be veggies - we will lay like broccoli - because frankly this jet-set lifestyle is for the freaking birds. Air travel just wears me out.
There is one story from the trip home I'd like to share... I cruise into Huntsville Airport it's pushing 4:00 PM on a Friday afternoon - I figure there might be a chance it could be busy folks wanting to get out and get home (like moi) there were 4 people in line for security... no I am not kidding -- and AGAIN I stopped for the test your hands for explosives test - this will be the THIRD time in as many trips... what is it? Do have some look about me that I've been messing with chemicals? Any who - with a "thank you ma'am" we moved on to the strip you down portion of our travels, and I unload, the computer, toss in my purse then at the last possible minute take off my shoes....
Now let me go off on a bit of a tangent here - I LOVE walking around in my bare feet I don't like wearing shoes at home - but there is something just so freaking ooggie about taking off your shoes in a public place like that security line that just gives me the skeevies...
Ahem - thank you for moment.. now back to our tale... go through the scanner... beep beep - it's the watch - the SAME watch I wore to get here and didn't set off the scanner now is setting off the scanner... ok fine pass through no issues... waiting for my shoes - anxiously... get those, get the computer - they pull my purse. "Ma'am this your purse?" "Yep" "We're going to need to scan it again..." Oh goodie. "Fine." At least on the upside with my operation of a year ago I don't carry embarrassing female goodies anymore... on the downside this was a quick trip and heaven only knows what is in the bottom of that purse....
So it goes through again as I stand there waiting patiently... I've got time. No go, he takes my purse and a bucket and begins unloading; my wallet, my work badge with the key, and a security code do-hickey (very technical) ;-) he pulls out my work cell, my personal cell, my head set, he keeps digging and pulls out my keys... apparently this is the root of all trouble, he is looking at my key chain that I got from the Bear Store in Gettysburg, thank goodness it's the southern bear with the stars and bars and bear in a grey uniform - I'd probably still be in Alabama if I'd a had a Yankee Bear on there...
Any who... he lays all this crap into the bin and send THAT through the x-ray machine. Finally he hands me the bin and says thank you. For what? Emptying out my purse and leaving me to cram all this crap back in there? Which I did... then sat at the gate and re-arranged, fixed and zipped up - still wondering what the heck these people thought was in the bottom of a chubby white woman's purse? Oh wait -- Jihad Jane - apparently I must have the shifty eyes of a white woman... I really have to stop traveling.
To sum up I am home, happy and about to enjoy a dinner I didn't have to cook. Bubba is home and about to enjoy his chair and his TV, puppies are home and are about to enjoy a night with family - while they sleep under foot or in a corner. That boys and girls is a Saturday night. We're living the dream ain't we?
So, after my world wind trip to the deep south where I managed to see - again, the airport, the office and the hotel. Not to mention the inside offices... I am home, the weather is FAB-U-LOUS - and we're ordering in... life is good boys and girls life is good.
We did manage to get up dressed and to my "Maryland" Mom's big to-do today. It was very nice she was very happy and all was well. Then home out of dress and panty hose outside with the puppies... doing yard work. Yeah... but it was so nice even I couldn't complain.. much. ;-)
We picked up the 3 tons of broken branches and their bits Bubba even did a puppy present patrol, and since we found a gift certificate to the local pizza joint, dinner is served. Or will be when he gets back. Let's hope for another day like today - without the dressing up and the dash in to DC. Bubba is on his way into work tomorrow - I KNOW - but he says he has to get things done and this boss has been riding him like a rented mule with time expiring.
Tonight we be veggies - we will lay like broccoli - because frankly this jet-set lifestyle is for the freaking birds. Air travel just wears me out.
There is one story from the trip home I'd like to share... I cruise into Huntsville Airport it's pushing 4:00 PM on a Friday afternoon - I figure there might be a chance it could be busy folks wanting to get out and get home (like moi) there were 4 people in line for security... no I am not kidding -- and AGAIN I stopped for the test your hands for explosives test - this will be the THIRD time in as many trips... what is it? Do have some look about me that I've been messing with chemicals? Any who - with a "thank you ma'am" we moved on to the strip you down portion of our travels, and I unload, the computer, toss in my purse then at the last possible minute take off my shoes....
Now let me go off on a bit of a tangent here - I LOVE walking around in my bare feet I don't like wearing shoes at home - but there is something just so freaking ooggie about taking off your shoes in a public place like that security line that just gives me the skeevies...
Ahem - thank you for moment.. now back to our tale... go through the scanner... beep beep - it's the watch - the SAME watch I wore to get here and didn't set off the scanner now is setting off the scanner... ok fine pass through no issues... waiting for my shoes - anxiously... get those, get the computer - they pull my purse. "Ma'am this your purse?" "Yep" "We're going to need to scan it again..." Oh goodie. "Fine." At least on the upside with my operation of a year ago I don't carry embarrassing female goodies anymore... on the downside this was a quick trip and heaven only knows what is in the bottom of that purse....
So it goes through again as I stand there waiting patiently... I've got time. No go, he takes my purse and a bucket and begins unloading; my wallet, my work badge with the key, and a security code do-hickey (very technical) ;-) he pulls out my work cell, my personal cell, my head set, he keeps digging and pulls out my keys... apparently this is the root of all trouble, he is looking at my key chain that I got from the Bear Store in Gettysburg, thank goodness it's the southern bear with the stars and bars and bear in a grey uniform - I'd probably still be in Alabama if I'd a had a Yankee Bear on there...
Any who... he lays all this crap into the bin and send THAT through the x-ray machine. Finally he hands me the bin and says thank you. For what? Emptying out my purse and leaving me to cram all this crap back in there? Which I did... then sat at the gate and re-arranged, fixed and zipped up - still wondering what the heck these people thought was in the bottom of a chubby white woman's purse? Oh wait -- Jihad Jane - apparently I must have the shifty eyes of a white woman... I really have to stop traveling.
To sum up I am home, happy and about to enjoy a dinner I didn't have to cook. Bubba is home and about to enjoy his chair and his TV, puppies are home and are about to enjoy a night with family - while they sleep under foot or in a corner. That boys and girls is a Saturday night. We're living the dream ain't we?
Thursday, March 18, 2010
A post in two parts...
First we have general unhappiness in Bubba-land and all sorts of unhappy in Aunt Ing-ville. Oh yes in spite of all efforts to get to sleep early the gods were working against me. Oh I had nodded off then the phone would ring, one time its a friend who didn't know I was out of town, then settled back in, drifting, lovely - ring ring - Bubba. I tried for grumpy but poor Bubba has such a rotten day I had to bite my tongue and let him go one. That job is kicking his butt...
What's ticking me off is we're both home Friday - tomorrow - THEN he has to leave AGAIN in another week. AND I'm leaving town to Nana's 2 days before he leaves again for the West Coast! The good news the puppies can come with me... Sorry Nana you're about to invaded.
My working day has been entirely too freaking long... the upside breakfast at the hotel... well not really an upside - I think for the first time in my life I had powered eggs - they had a not exactly egg like texture and and they they tasted not exactly like eggs I've tasted before. And the bagel definitely tasted left over... hopefully tomorrow will be better - or it will be the dregs of the rest of the week. Lunch was good - homemade BBQ - oh baby. Dinner was fast food because it was pushing 8 PM and my tummy was letting me know lunch as at 12:30.
I got some inside work information today - personnel wise and I'm not happy about it... not to mention that I was a part of the problem and didn't even realize it - and a big part of the reason my babies are home alone.
The brightest spot in my day was a call from my sister saying she was happy with the Goddaughter's Easter Dress and I got to talk to her and to hear her tell her father not to touch her toys when she went upstairs to get a bath... too much fun!
Haven't talked to Bubba yet today... hopefully he's had a better day.
Signing off... I have had enough day... what about you?
What's ticking me off is we're both home Friday - tomorrow - THEN he has to leave AGAIN in another week. AND I'm leaving town to Nana's 2 days before he leaves again for the West Coast! The good news the puppies can come with me... Sorry Nana you're about to invaded.
My working day has been entirely too freaking long... the upside breakfast at the hotel... well not really an upside - I think for the first time in my life I had powered eggs - they had a not exactly egg like texture and and they they tasted not exactly like eggs I've tasted before. And the bagel definitely tasted left over... hopefully tomorrow will be better - or it will be the dregs of the rest of the week. Lunch was good - homemade BBQ - oh baby. Dinner was fast food because it was pushing 8 PM and my tummy was letting me know lunch as at 12:30.
I got some inside work information today - personnel wise and I'm not happy about it... not to mention that I was a part of the problem and didn't even realize it - and a big part of the reason my babies are home alone.
The brightest spot in my day was a call from my sister saying she was happy with the Goddaughter's Easter Dress and I got to talk to her and to hear her tell her father not to touch her toys when she went upstairs to get a bath... too much fun!
Haven't talked to Bubba yet today... hopefully he's had a better day.
Signing off... I have had enough day... what about you?
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Did you know that 2:30 AM is really the middle of the night?
It is - really. It is dark, it is quiet, and even my pups didn't want to get up... they did, went outside, sniffed around probably wondering, "why in the heck am I out here in the middle of the night?" came back in one didn't mind that breakfast wasn't being served, the other wondered but accepted and went back to bed. (I was trying to keep them on schedule)
I was up showered, dressed and packed and ready to go at 2:55 AM - 5 minutes to spare for scheduled arrival time... then I had another 15 minutes to kill (they give themselves a 15 minute window)-- the one time I counted on that window the guy was knocking at the door at the early time... oh yeah groovy - so now I'm always ready and they've never been early again. Oh yeah that is my life.
Soooo.... on to the van, picked up 3 more people drove around 2 different apartment complexes, then he hit the peddle to the medal to the airport... you so desperately want to say - Dude I'm traveling for work if you tip this bucket of bolts over I will hurt you... but then I wouldn't have to get on another airplane... hummm perhaps I should have rocked the bus. ;-)
Got on the plane - there were 6 - count um 6 people on this 6:05 Am flight ... the stewardess mentioned "glad we could provide a charter flight for you" considering the price my company paid for this ticket (bought yesterday) it pretty much was! So lots of room, tried desperately to sleep - and was indeed drifting off a bit until said 'stew' asked if I wanted something to drink and scared the living daylights out of me. Thanks sugar heart pounding, nerves jangling, and that was all she wrote regarding any sleep. Oh I tried to nod off I closed my eyes, thought seriously about singing come kind of kum-ba-yah ditty to shut off my brain... but I sat there and the brain just went round and round - mostly about leaving sleeping dogs out when I left this early morning - they didn't move when I called them - so I said fine.
I did call back home to the dog walker to make sure she'd been over early - just in case - and because I'm a ninny. And I figured if they were going to tear apart something that would be the time to do it.
I made it into work before everyone else because 1) LIGHT plane, landed early 2) NO ONE was about so my bag was waiting for me at baggage claim, and of course no lines anywhere... only problem was I couldn't find a freaking Starbucks to save my life... all these geeks and no coffee house? Really people what is wrong with this picture?
I did work hard today, and finally threw in the towel at 4:00 Central time - 5:00 Pm EST. Of course now I'm at my hotel, in my comfy clothes, and knowing I can't got to bed at 6:00 PM, so I will probably do some more work then crash at 7:00 Pm. ;-)
I haven't heard from Bubba for several days - I guess he figures since I'm on the road too he doesn't have to check in. We'll bump into each other Friday night and wonder who this person is next to us Saturday morning. The dogs will be all confused as to who we are...
Life here in the deep south will be busy - unfortunately not a great deal of interesting... that will return when Bubba returns home. Stay tuned...
I was up showered, dressed and packed and ready to go at 2:55 AM - 5 minutes to spare for scheduled arrival time... then I had another 15 minutes to kill (they give themselves a 15 minute window)-- the one time I counted on that window the guy was knocking at the door at the early time... oh yeah groovy - so now I'm always ready and they've never been early again. Oh yeah that is my life.
Soooo.... on to the van, picked up 3 more people drove around 2 different apartment complexes, then he hit the peddle to the medal to the airport... you so desperately want to say - Dude I'm traveling for work if you tip this bucket of bolts over I will hurt you... but then I wouldn't have to get on another airplane... hummm perhaps I should have rocked the bus. ;-)
Got on the plane - there were 6 - count um 6 people on this 6:05 Am flight ... the stewardess mentioned "glad we could provide a charter flight for you" considering the price my company paid for this ticket (bought yesterday) it pretty much was! So lots of room, tried desperately to sleep - and was indeed drifting off a bit until said 'stew' asked if I wanted something to drink and scared the living daylights out of me. Thanks sugar heart pounding, nerves jangling, and that was all she wrote regarding any sleep. Oh I tried to nod off I closed my eyes, thought seriously about singing come kind of kum-ba-yah ditty to shut off my brain... but I sat there and the brain just went round and round - mostly about leaving sleeping dogs out when I left this early morning - they didn't move when I called them - so I said fine.
I did call back home to the dog walker to make sure she'd been over early - just in case - and because I'm a ninny. And I figured if they were going to tear apart something that would be the time to do it.
I made it into work before everyone else because 1) LIGHT plane, landed early 2) NO ONE was about so my bag was waiting for me at baggage claim, and of course no lines anywhere... only problem was I couldn't find a freaking Starbucks to save my life... all these geeks and no coffee house? Really people what is wrong with this picture?
I did work hard today, and finally threw in the towel at 4:00 Central time - 5:00 Pm EST. Of course now I'm at my hotel, in my comfy clothes, and knowing I can't got to bed at 6:00 PM, so I will probably do some more work then crash at 7:00 Pm. ;-)
I haven't heard from Bubba for several days - I guess he figures since I'm on the road too he doesn't have to check in. We'll bump into each other Friday night and wonder who this person is next to us Saturday morning. The dogs will be all confused as to who we are...
Life here in the deep south will be busy - unfortunately not a great deal of interesting... that will return when Bubba returns home. Stay tuned...
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Aunt Ing needs to be 3 people...
Ok so here is my life today....
1) Girl's group coordination for big state wide weekend.. this weekend.
2) 4 new girls going
3) Usual adults aren't
4) I'm leaving home at 3:15 AM for Huntsville Alabama
5) Of course Bubba isn't home
6) Leaving my babies alone - with the sitter
7) Had to cancel my hair appointment...
On the up side, missing the big state wide weekend with the girls... (I like the kids hate the meeting), won't have to worry about Saturday travel time - I'll be home, and I look good to the boss... for now.. ;-)
Still too many downsides... I foresee some major snafu at the girls group weekend - and it will be all my fault - even though I'm another time zone away.
So.... the boss pulled the trigger today at 12 noon - "we need you here" oh goodie. Got with the gal and got the travel rolling, got the ride to the airport handled, cancelled my hair appointment for tomorrow (that hurt my feelings), call the girl about taking care of the dogs, multiple emails to Rainbow girls, Rainbow parents, and others dancing about in a fit of good fun to make sure things are covered... now I'm off to practice for the ONE thing I'm making Saturday, then home, kitchen, pack, make the bed, and make sure things are tended to before leaving the puppies at OMG in the morning.
I've got a headache to beat the band and all I want to do is sleep - I'll do that about 3:00 Pm tomorrow. Stay tuned for tales from the road - just got my 3AM pick up call... welcome to heck.
1) Girl's group coordination for big state wide weekend.. this weekend.
2) 4 new girls going
3) Usual adults aren't
4) I'm leaving home at 3:15 AM for Huntsville Alabama
5) Of course Bubba isn't home
6) Leaving my babies alone - with the sitter
7) Had to cancel my hair appointment...
On the up side, missing the big state wide weekend with the girls... (I like the kids hate the meeting), won't have to worry about Saturday travel time - I'll be home, and I look good to the boss... for now.. ;-)
Still too many downsides... I foresee some major snafu at the girls group weekend - and it will be all my fault - even though I'm another time zone away.
So.... the boss pulled the trigger today at 12 noon - "we need you here" oh goodie. Got with the gal and got the travel rolling, got the ride to the airport handled, cancelled my hair appointment for tomorrow (that hurt my feelings), call the girl about taking care of the dogs, multiple emails to Rainbow girls, Rainbow parents, and others dancing about in a fit of good fun to make sure things are covered... now I'm off to practice for the ONE thing I'm making Saturday, then home, kitchen, pack, make the bed, and make sure things are tended to before leaving the puppies at OMG in the morning.
I've got a headache to beat the band and all I want to do is sleep - I'll do that about 3:00 Pm tomorrow. Stay tuned for tales from the road - just got my 3AM pick up call... welcome to heck.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Where did THIS day go?
I know where it went I slept most of it away... our day started at midnight - but inside of the detailed study of my internal eyelids... my eyes were awake, my tummy unhappy and it spent all night telling via acid message - as in think you're going to lay down and get some sleep -oh no sister watch this and the burn would churn and I would be sitting up again. This went on into the wee-wee hours of the morning so when the alarm went off - I did get up - felt REALLY poopy and went back to bed (post puppy ritual of course) then reopened my eyes at 10:55 in the AM... so I dialed into my staff meeting in my Jammie's. Thank goodness we don't' have camera phones - I would have SO blocked that video feed!
But with a cup of tea, a vertical position and 600 pounds of Tums later I was up and moving. And productive - dropped off something forgotten, got my car's emissions checked, had my 6 month dentist appointment, got fabric for a Rainbow project quilt, mailed out birthday, Easter and just because stuff. Went to Wal-Mart for the Rainbow girls and now have come home to die because I'm still running at 3/4 speed.
I am also waiting to hear if I am going to jump a plane this week and head south - I would like more than 15 minutes warning but I fear that is all I am going to get. We shall see, I have the dog watcher on stand by everyone else has been warned of the possible FUBAR to my weekend and tonight I'm going to wrangle Rainbow girls into the straight and narrow if I have to beat them to do it... (no not literally - even though it would help - I still can't their such whiners) ;-)
I was hoping to find a Rainbow service on the Internet, but alas that apparently is some well kept secret (not the secret work - just a thing I had seen done... any who...) Apparently not everything is on the Internet or I just couldn't find it. Probably tucked away in a secret corner under the title, "don't post this".... and I'm wandering.
Bubba called last night apparently the boy has had too much time to think he talked in great length and in great detail on all matters home, financial, and on and on... I quit listening after a bit he started to lose me with talk of interest rates, tax deductions and other such accounting kind of things. But hey it was conversation - something lacking in my world these days... there will be plenty of talking with the girls tonight.
Stay tuned I may document my annals of teenage wo-is-me... or not.
Oh yeah - things much less entertaining sans Bubba at home... hold tight he'll be back this weekend.
But with a cup of tea, a vertical position and 600 pounds of Tums later I was up and moving. And productive - dropped off something forgotten, got my car's emissions checked, had my 6 month dentist appointment, got fabric for a Rainbow project quilt, mailed out birthday, Easter and just because stuff. Went to Wal-Mart for the Rainbow girls and now have come home to die because I'm still running at 3/4 speed.
I am also waiting to hear if I am going to jump a plane this week and head south - I would like more than 15 minutes warning but I fear that is all I am going to get. We shall see, I have the dog watcher on stand by everyone else has been warned of the possible FUBAR to my weekend and tonight I'm going to wrangle Rainbow girls into the straight and narrow if I have to beat them to do it... (no not literally - even though it would help - I still can't their such whiners) ;-)
I was hoping to find a Rainbow service on the Internet, but alas that apparently is some well kept secret (not the secret work - just a thing I had seen done... any who...) Apparently not everything is on the Internet or I just couldn't find it. Probably tucked away in a secret corner under the title, "don't post this".... and I'm wandering.
Bubba called last night apparently the boy has had too much time to think he talked in great length and in great detail on all matters home, financial, and on and on... I quit listening after a bit he started to lose me with talk of interest rates, tax deductions and other such accounting kind of things. But hey it was conversation - something lacking in my world these days... there will be plenty of talking with the girls tonight.
Stay tuned I may document my annals of teenage wo-is-me... or not.
Oh yeah - things much less entertaining sans Bubba at home... hold tight he'll be back this weekend.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Well, the car is getting clean...
It's been raining since yesterday - this morning I swore I heard "I'll get you my pretty... and your little dog too..." But I'm pretty sure it was just all that wind, rain and branches beating against the house... pretty sure. It was early.
So as we were up early - "we" being me and the puppy girls, we went outside, quickly, came back in, enjoyed our puppy kibble breakfast (they did I just sat there) and it took me that long to realize we didn't' have any power. The "sun" was up so as I wandered about the house with my eyes at half mast it didn't dawn on me until I went to turn on the TV that it would require electricity that currently wasn't flowing into the house... groovy. My main concern? Meeting tonight and no hair dryer - yeah I'm spoiled and your point skippy?
Me and the girls when back upstairs as it was 6:55 AM I decided to crawl back into bed and read, all snuggled in with the girls, and you guessed it I fell back asleep, then at 9:45 we all were up and moving for good - and yes it still took a few minutes for my brain to register that we indeed have electricity again. Yeah hot water and heat - not to mention hair dryer - life is complete.
Some days boys and girls it is just that simple.
Up, showered, dressed and enjoying a non healthy muffin for breakfast, I made a long list and headed out. Pups weren't happy but hey I ain't Bubba I will be home within a few hours instead of all day. I started at the furthermost point South and made my way North back toward home, Shelby food was the first - 44 pound bag of (what I think of as) Designer Dog chow, she eats better than I do... all organic, fish, beef veggies - any-who the price went up again. Ouch Shelby girl. Got that loaded into the car... only to remember my back end was full of Lodge supplies thanks to the trip to Costco last night. So shift, push, stack and done. Now off to the Mall and the FUN shopping, an Easter dress for 'the god-daughter' -- as I am her God Mother (say that like you're in the Sopranos and it works - for me at least)
I hemmed, and debated and found a very pretty dress, light green with pink accents, and since it was sleeveless I got her a sweater too, and some tights. But since I couldn't find her shoe size and that really needs a kid foot - we'll tend to that one with 'here Mom' gift card. ;-)
I was very surprised to have a helpful sales person she directed me to the right place, she jumped in when the line got long, only to get the same people who get in front of me at the post office. Lady one, had a return, and some bazaar issue with an items in the MEN'S department - we were in KIDS. Get a clue - so cashier #1 goes off to Menswear and leaves her customer and the rest of the line pondering who do we kill - cashier or idiot customer - my vote was customer. And I'm wandering...
So Cashier #2 (nice lady) is working hard but gets idiot customer #2 who that very day opened a new charge card, wanted to use it - without having the special card they gave her, and was demanding the 20% discount the other lady gave her - but our cashier didn't have the magic 20% coupon so she stood there and manual (with paper and pencil) figured out the 20% discount and gave it to her...SERIOUSLY? What about a break for those folks who have our stuff together standing here restraining the urge to slap these women within an inch of their lives so we can get on with ours!!!! But I sweetly smiled, completed my transaction and moved on with my day - and sent a small prayer heaven-ward that I no longer work in retail. I'd be in jail - or at least fired within an hour of dealing with that hot mess.
Did a little me shopping, I got some new candles, then headed to the dreaded Wal-Mart - on a Saturday - and I've got a list... I found a place to park, walked in the rain and found a good and soaked basket and went about navigating Wal-Mart on Saturday... now I will say they finally cleared out some rows so you aren't bumping into displays of crap, people, children, more displays of crap and feeling like if you don't get out of this store in 15 minutes you will solve the worlds ills and teach someone how to take their screaming child to the bathroom. And I've wondered again haven't I?
Well with these new open lanes life was a breeze, find what you need, grab it and move on, got books for Baby J back home, mailers for all this shipping I'm going to have to do, the couple of things I needed for home, cards for 10 people and one bottle of pop for me. Got in line and lived with it - then headed to the grocery store. Got in, got out, need to write to said local grocery store - ok fine you want me to taste stuff so I buy it - YOU ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FREAKING AISLE - you are the cause of a traffic jam - I deal with this enough Monday through Friday I don't need it Saturday in my freaking grocery store. I was more cranky with the taster, stop, talk and block ENTIRE lane with your cart and ignore all those around you. Heelllooo?
So got home, loved pups, unloaded all the shopping, and made myself lunch - spinach salad. I know!! I cooked eggs, bacon, and got honey mustard dressing - it was super fab! My iron must be really low as I've probably been eating more spinach for the last two weeks than I have in the last month.
Now I'm finishing up the bills an' 'nat (that's yinzer for and all that) and I've got 2 hours before my meeting... goody, pantyhose and a long dress in the rain.
But remember boys and girls - the phrase that pays (thanks Dad) "You don't have to shovel rain." Amen Pap Amen.
Are you SURE I shouldn't be worried about the animals lining up? Really?
So as we were up early - "we" being me and the puppy girls, we went outside, quickly, came back in, enjoyed our puppy kibble breakfast (they did I just sat there) and it took me that long to realize we didn't' have any power. The "sun" was up so as I wandered about the house with my eyes at half mast it didn't dawn on me until I went to turn on the TV that it would require electricity that currently wasn't flowing into the house... groovy. My main concern? Meeting tonight and no hair dryer - yeah I'm spoiled and your point skippy?
Me and the girls when back upstairs as it was 6:55 AM I decided to crawl back into bed and read, all snuggled in with the girls, and you guessed it I fell back asleep, then at 9:45 we all were up and moving for good - and yes it still took a few minutes for my brain to register that we indeed have electricity again. Yeah hot water and heat - not to mention hair dryer - life is complete.
Some days boys and girls it is just that simple.
Up, showered, dressed and enjoying a non healthy muffin for breakfast, I made a long list and headed out. Pups weren't happy but hey I ain't Bubba I will be home within a few hours instead of all day. I started at the furthermost point South and made my way North back toward home, Shelby food was the first - 44 pound bag of (what I think of as) Designer Dog chow, she eats better than I do... all organic, fish, beef veggies - any-who the price went up again. Ouch Shelby girl. Got that loaded into the car... only to remember my back end was full of Lodge supplies thanks to the trip to Costco last night. So shift, push, stack and done. Now off to the Mall and the FUN shopping, an Easter dress for 'the god-daughter' -- as I am her God Mother (say that like you're in the Sopranos and it works - for me at least)
I hemmed, and debated and found a very pretty dress, light green with pink accents, and since it was sleeveless I got her a sweater too, and some tights. But since I couldn't find her shoe size and that really needs a kid foot - we'll tend to that one with 'here Mom' gift card. ;-)
I was very surprised to have a helpful sales person she directed me to the right place, she jumped in when the line got long, only to get the same people who get in front of me at the post office. Lady one, had a return, and some bazaar issue with an items in the MEN'S department - we were in KIDS. Get a clue - so cashier #1 goes off to Menswear and leaves her customer and the rest of the line pondering who do we kill - cashier or idiot customer - my vote was customer. And I'm wandering...
So Cashier #2 (nice lady) is working hard but gets idiot customer #2 who that very day opened a new charge card, wanted to use it - without having the special card they gave her, and was demanding the 20% discount the other lady gave her - but our cashier didn't have the magic 20% coupon so she stood there and manual (with paper and pencil) figured out the 20% discount and gave it to her...SERIOUSLY? What about a break for those folks who have our stuff together standing here restraining the urge to slap these women within an inch of their lives so we can get on with ours!!!! But I sweetly smiled, completed my transaction and moved on with my day - and sent a small prayer heaven-ward that I no longer work in retail. I'd be in jail - or at least fired within an hour of dealing with that hot mess.
Did a little me shopping, I got some new candles, then headed to the dreaded Wal-Mart - on a Saturday - and I've got a list... I found a place to park, walked in the rain and found a good and soaked basket and went about navigating Wal-Mart on Saturday... now I will say they finally cleared out some rows so you aren't bumping into displays of crap, people, children, more displays of crap and feeling like if you don't get out of this store in 15 minutes you will solve the worlds ills and teach someone how to take their screaming child to the bathroom. And I've wondered again haven't I?
Well with these new open lanes life was a breeze, find what you need, grab it and move on, got books for Baby J back home, mailers for all this shipping I'm going to have to do, the couple of things I needed for home, cards for 10 people and one bottle of pop for me. Got in line and lived with it - then headed to the grocery store. Got in, got out, need to write to said local grocery store - ok fine you want me to taste stuff so I buy it - YOU ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FREAKING AISLE - you are the cause of a traffic jam - I deal with this enough Monday through Friday I don't need it Saturday in my freaking grocery store. I was more cranky with the taster, stop, talk and block ENTIRE lane with your cart and ignore all those around you. Heelllooo?
So got home, loved pups, unloaded all the shopping, and made myself lunch - spinach salad. I know!! I cooked eggs, bacon, and got honey mustard dressing - it was super fab! My iron must be really low as I've probably been eating more spinach for the last two weeks than I have in the last month.
Now I'm finishing up the bills an' 'nat (that's yinzer for and all that) and I've got 2 hours before my meeting... goody, pantyhose and a long dress in the rain.
But remember boys and girls - the phrase that pays (thanks Dad) "You don't have to shovel rain." Amen Pap Amen.
Are you SURE I shouldn't be worried about the animals lining up? Really?
Friday, March 12, 2010
And welcome to Friday...
We made it, its the end of another long week, and now we've got plans for the weekend, however, this weekend is must less planned than last weekend! And we aren't being stuffed, hiked and x-rayed within an inch of our very lives.
I will be home, got a few errands to run, a meeting to get through Saturday - but other than that its smooth sailing. Now next week is going to be entertaining no matter which way I slice it. Two nights with plans, leaving for the weekend Thursday OR it could all be tossed into the shredder and I'm getting on another plane to Alabama. Say a small prayer that won't happen.
Yesterday was remarkably uneventful... well Bubba did get up at 0-3:30 in the blessed night to catch his flight, I would have been much more unhappy if I hadn't had to get up an scant hour later to get into work... still wasn't happy about the amount of noise, light and foolishness that went on at 0-3:30 in the blessed AM... but I let that one go. Honestly I was too tired to put up much of a fuss.
This morning I made up for that... slept in. Got into work late, but as it's Friday traffic wasn't completely horrible, even with the rain, and it's Friday so folks are a bit more mellow. Except for the two - yes two people who found it necessary to pull in front of me -- in the rain -- with lights -- and traffic-- and I'm really going to have to get those brakes checked. Idiots.... now I want you all to notice, calm, cool, no shouting, no "football" words - very Zen... it's all good. And if I keep this up for much longer I just might have a stroke. GRRRRRRRRR Ok. better. Thank you. ;-)
Just got the Friday brief in, boss is gone, things are so mellow and it's going to be a good Friday. Until you look at my outside of work to-do list... ah well. We will limit the amount of time the pups must be locked up, keep they busy and tired so we all can sleep at night, and get all our stuff together.
I had to smile when I got a message from Mom, with her schedule for March and April - I'm going to have to make an appointment to talk to her... kinda like folks have to do with me or Bubba on occasion. It's a life - and I'm grateful I am able to enjoy a busy one. I'm doing fun my stuff in April so it's all good... including the Nosh Party and the Book Sale - take 2 with the girls.
All right - stay tuned for very mellow Aunt Ing, Bubba is on the road, I ain't cooking, I've got sole control of the remote control, and I'm going shopping. Count down to 30 days when Bubba gets the credit card bill... BWAAA HA HA HA HA.... Ahem.
It's all good... stay dry and don't step off the concrete in DC this weekend, you'll sink up in mud up to your ankles... (snow melt + 3 inches of rain + squishy ground = major muddy paws) ... I may look into a carpet cleaner.
I will be home, got a few errands to run, a meeting to get through Saturday - but other than that its smooth sailing. Now next week is going to be entertaining no matter which way I slice it. Two nights with plans, leaving for the weekend Thursday OR it could all be tossed into the shredder and I'm getting on another plane to Alabama. Say a small prayer that won't happen.
Yesterday was remarkably uneventful... well Bubba did get up at 0-3:30 in the blessed night to catch his flight, I would have been much more unhappy if I hadn't had to get up an scant hour later to get into work... still wasn't happy about the amount of noise, light and foolishness that went on at 0-3:30 in the blessed AM... but I let that one go. Honestly I was too tired to put up much of a fuss.
This morning I made up for that... slept in. Got into work late, but as it's Friday traffic wasn't completely horrible, even with the rain, and it's Friday so folks are a bit more mellow. Except for the two - yes two people who found it necessary to pull in front of me -- in the rain -- with lights -- and traffic-- and I'm really going to have to get those brakes checked. Idiots.... now I want you all to notice, calm, cool, no shouting, no "football" words - very Zen... it's all good. And if I keep this up for much longer I just might have a stroke. GRRRRRRRRR Ok. better. Thank you. ;-)
Just got the Friday brief in, boss is gone, things are so mellow and it's going to be a good Friday. Until you look at my outside of work to-do list... ah well. We will limit the amount of time the pups must be locked up, keep they busy and tired so we all can sleep at night, and get all our stuff together.
I had to smile when I got a message from Mom, with her schedule for March and April - I'm going to have to make an appointment to talk to her... kinda like folks have to do with me or Bubba on occasion. It's a life - and I'm grateful I am able to enjoy a busy one. I'm doing fun my stuff in April so it's all good... including the Nosh Party and the Book Sale - take 2 with the girls.
All right - stay tuned for very mellow Aunt Ing, Bubba is on the road, I ain't cooking, I've got sole control of the remote control, and I'm going shopping. Count down to 30 days when Bubba gets the credit card bill... BWAAA HA HA HA HA.... Ahem.
It's all good... stay dry and don't step off the concrete in DC this weekend, you'll sink up in mud up to your ankles... (snow melt + 3 inches of rain + squishy ground = major muddy paws) ... I may look into a carpet cleaner.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Puppy Zen....
While there isn't the bright and sunshine of yesterday but it is still warm and the sun has peaked out now and again, Shelby our bouncy puppy, is outside in the backyard sitting, laying, just in her zone.... the best part I stepped outside to enjoy a minute of warmth I watched Shelby... there she sat on the smushed grass, yellow and basically dead looking, but she sat her head held high... her eyes slowly closing, then her head would bobble and her eyes would open again she'd look around and the process would start all over again... makes you a bit.... sleepy.
Now there are moments when Shelby finds it necessary to bark at the passing birds, people, cars, leaves, bugs... and there she goes again. It's bliss in Shelby-land.
Violet on the other hand... is curled up in the office with me, sleeping on the bunched blankets, with the occasional grump or sleepy growl in deference to Shelby on bark watch. Now we can toss in the pup next door and we've got puppy fun!
I know Shelby was a bit cramped when we had all the snow, she's fussy about the location of her functions and doesn't like going the same place twice... yeah she's a princess. Now the back yard is free and clear and available for puppy needs. Life is good in Shelby-land.
Life here is very quiet work wise, I love work from home days...
But now I must pop off... sit back and strap in boys and girls - there is a HUGE news story for us yinzers (folks from Pittsburgh) in a complete uproar. Big Ben, QB of my beloved Pittsburgh Steelers... YOU IDIOT - YOU BIG STUPID IDIOT!! YOU COULD HAVE ANY GIRL IN WESTERN PA - FOR HEAVENS SAKE GO HIRE SOMEONE - ANOTHER INVESTIGATION? YOU... YOU... YOU.....BIG .... DUFUS! (keeping it PG)
Ahem, now I will propose Ben need a new member of his entourage, Me, the position, Monitor on Moron or MOM for short. In my role as Ben's MOM I will go every where with him, I will make sure restrooms are empty of others including men, bimbos, and anyone else Ben might have a hard time saying to or accepting the word NO. He wants female company? No problem, MOM is here to protect you, sign this consent form that you are about to engage in an activity for which you enter willingly and expect no payment unless that is your current occupation in that case your fee will come from MOM and you will sign a receipt of payment in full. No muss no fuss right? Whadda mean it's sick? Apparently this is what this boy needs is a keeper who will tell him where the bear goes and with what frequency.
As everyone knows you put together the mix of men and libations, add in NFL QB and lots of disposal income - and you've got quite a mix and the fuse is usually lit with the phrase, "Hey guys check THIS out."
Which ironically tends to be one of the key phrases uttered by Darwin Awards nominees... I'm just saying. Not to mention men tend to forget rules or telling his buddy something isn't a good idea when their manhood is called into question. Me - the MOM position, will have none of these issues, I will call stupid -stupid and I'm just the right height to either kick him in the knee or aim a bit higher to gain the boy's undivided attention. And if need be I can lead him out of the situation by the ear to avoid ANOTHER cop discussing anything involving a girl, a allegation, and the potential loss of my QB...
I will also say if he did this stupid thing - he deserves to rot and NOT play football. I will curse his name every time Charlie Batch is looking at the sky, when he's being carted off the field and when the guy with 15 minutes of NFL QB experience is called in.... oh yeah baby Ben will equal mud then... but you don't get to play when you take advantage of your position, your size and your gender. Straighten up Ben - we like the playoffs and Super Bowl parades, we don't like police news conferences, slimy lawyers, and the words "criminal investigation"
Not to mention I got a "7" sweatshirt for Christmas and it's warm and soft and I would hate to have to stop wearing it. You big butthead (sorry last one)
/End Rant... for today.
Oh - and welcome home Randell El... Washington's loss is our gain.
Now there are moments when Shelby finds it necessary to bark at the passing birds, people, cars, leaves, bugs... and there she goes again. It's bliss in Shelby-land.
Violet on the other hand... is curled up in the office with me, sleeping on the bunched blankets, with the occasional grump or sleepy growl in deference to Shelby on bark watch. Now we can toss in the pup next door and we've got puppy fun!
I know Shelby was a bit cramped when we had all the snow, she's fussy about the location of her functions and doesn't like going the same place twice... yeah she's a princess. Now the back yard is free and clear and available for puppy needs. Life is good in Shelby-land.
Life here is very quiet work wise, I love work from home days...
But now I must pop off... sit back and strap in boys and girls - there is a HUGE news story for us yinzers (folks from Pittsburgh) in a complete uproar. Big Ben, QB of my beloved Pittsburgh Steelers... YOU IDIOT - YOU BIG STUPID IDIOT!! YOU COULD HAVE ANY GIRL IN WESTERN PA - FOR HEAVENS SAKE GO HIRE SOMEONE - ANOTHER INVESTIGATION? YOU... YOU... YOU.....BIG .... DUFUS! (keeping it PG)
Ahem, now I will propose Ben need a new member of his entourage, Me, the position, Monitor on Moron or MOM for short. In my role as Ben's MOM I will go every where with him, I will make sure restrooms are empty of others including men, bimbos, and anyone else Ben might have a hard time saying to or accepting the word NO. He wants female company? No problem, MOM is here to protect you, sign this consent form that you are about to engage in an activity for which you enter willingly and expect no payment unless that is your current occupation in that case your fee will come from MOM and you will sign a receipt of payment in full. No muss no fuss right? Whadda mean it's sick? Apparently this is what this boy needs is a keeper who will tell him where the bear goes and with what frequency.
As everyone knows you put together the mix of men and libations, add in NFL QB and lots of disposal income - and you've got quite a mix and the fuse is usually lit with the phrase, "Hey guys check THIS out."
Which ironically tends to be one of the key phrases uttered by Darwin Awards nominees... I'm just saying. Not to mention men tend to forget rules or telling his buddy something isn't a good idea when their manhood is called into question. Me - the MOM position, will have none of these issues, I will call stupid -stupid and I'm just the right height to either kick him in the knee or aim a bit higher to gain the boy's undivided attention. And if need be I can lead him out of the situation by the ear to avoid ANOTHER cop discussing anything involving a girl, a allegation, and the potential loss of my QB...
I will also say if he did this stupid thing - he deserves to rot and NOT play football. I will curse his name every time Charlie Batch is looking at the sky, when he's being carted off the field and when the guy with 15 minutes of NFL QB experience is called in.... oh yeah baby Ben will equal mud then... but you don't get to play when you take advantage of your position, your size and your gender. Straighten up Ben - we like the playoffs and Super Bowl parades, we don't like police news conferences, slimy lawyers, and the words "criminal investigation"
Not to mention I got a "7" sweatshirt for Christmas and it's warm and soft and I would hate to have to stop wearing it. You big butthead (sorry last one)
/End Rant... for today.
Oh - and welcome home Randell El... Washington's loss is our gain.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
And now it's Tuesday....
And what a day this turned out to be... got moving slow as usual, took the first of the series of telecons via mobile phone in the car, got hung up on in the second call (we all did for some strange reason) sat through the third call and got introduced to the new Deputy boss... who will be in the office full time... oh well.
THEN got a phone call to go take the second part of my test today... YIKES. But I went, sat through it, and PASSED!! everybody dance... done and done and done... for now.
So, things on the job front may change in the not so distant future, we shall see.
Had a project for the current job to finish and after a long crawl home made, it logged on, did it, and sent it to the boss man. I know he will send updates tonight. We'll leave the computer up just in case. Tomorrow is the work from home day - it will be good.
I've got a lot of stuff work wise to keep be busy and that is a good thing. Right now I am just beat... and its only Tuesday.
I can report that Bubba didn't have any home "improvement" project completed when I got home, all he left behind were dirty dishes in the sink. And before you ask about the dishwasher - yes the much maligned dishwasher - I honestly think Bubba thinks it is a magic box only I know the mystery thereof... and if you note who loads and unloads the magic box... he's got it right.
It works like the washing machine and the dryer - he knows those machines exist - they are in his house - but working the confusing and magic buttons... not a clue.
All right - I'm off to be a blob on the couch and hope for a less stressful Wednesday. Without the commute it's already on it's way up!
Did I mention it was 60 plus degrees outside today - with sun? WOW - who would have thought it possible... Mt Saint Mailbox and the twin spires at the end of the driveway are gone - I really didn't believe it would be possible. Excuse me I have to wipe away tears of joy....
And they are gone -- muddy doggie paws and a note from the cleaning lady telling me the vacuum cleaner is on the fritz. OK... back to it.
Enjoy your night.
THEN got a phone call to go take the second part of my test today... YIKES. But I went, sat through it, and PASSED!! everybody dance... done and done and done... for now.
So, things on the job front may change in the not so distant future, we shall see.
Had a project for the current job to finish and after a long crawl home made, it logged on, did it, and sent it to the boss man. I know he will send updates tonight. We'll leave the computer up just in case. Tomorrow is the work from home day - it will be good.
I've got a lot of stuff work wise to keep be busy and that is a good thing. Right now I am just beat... and its only Tuesday.
I can report that Bubba didn't have any home "improvement" project completed when I got home, all he left behind were dirty dishes in the sink. And before you ask about the dishwasher - yes the much maligned dishwasher - I honestly think Bubba thinks it is a magic box only I know the mystery thereof... and if you note who loads and unloads the magic box... he's got it right.
It works like the washing machine and the dryer - he knows those machines exist - they are in his house - but working the confusing and magic buttons... not a clue.
All right - I'm off to be a blob on the couch and hope for a less stressful Wednesday. Without the commute it's already on it's way up!
Did I mention it was 60 plus degrees outside today - with sun? WOW - who would have thought it possible... Mt Saint Mailbox and the twin spires at the end of the driveway are gone - I really didn't believe it would be possible. Excuse me I have to wipe away tears of joy....
And they are gone -- muddy doggie paws and a note from the cleaning lady telling me the vacuum cleaner is on the fritz. OK... back to it.
Enjoy your night.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Happy Monday boys and girls...
And no I'm not drinking... yet. I'm just happy to be home, the trip home was another Bataan Death March from one end of every airport to another... Chicago O'Hare it's just a big freaking airport. up and down and landed in Cincinnati, landed A14, connecting flight B35. Turn right, walk 1.2 miles to tram, take tram 15 feet then walk another 500 yards to the other end of the airport to find your gate then check in to discover... "we have an oversold situation and we don't have a seat for you right now. But on the up side we'll put you up in a nice hotel and give you meal vouchers."
Now I tried really really hard not to snarl so I politely asked if I could get my checked bag so I would have a toothbrush, eyeglasses, and a clean pair of unmentionables. She oh so nicely got my bag held in case I got to enjoy the hospitality of Delta in lovely Cincinnati... so I waited, called Bubba to warn him and in his oh-so-supportive way wondered how I didn't have a seat assignment and how it was my responsibility to make sure I did so things like this didn't happen. Really? Thanks Hon - that would have never entered my mind to ask when I checked in at Chicago to ask, to check again at the gate........ on a side note, there is no cord on a cell phone so when you grind your teeth at the verbal diarrhea your husband spouts at you ... he can hear it.
That is your friendly marriage tip of the day...
SO - to continue the suspense filled panic of will she or won't she make the last seat on that pseudo-jet to BWI airport, her car and home... I made my way to the gate, watched everyone else get on the plane, saw another lost soul in the same limbo as our heroine, (me) the gate ladies were staring at a screen and told us there were 2 people who landed at Gate A and had 3 minutes to make the flight... (I KNEW they weren't going to make it) the gate ladies concluded the same thing, printed 2 boarding passes and let us on... I was the last one on the airplane...
Now to add more fun to this dance? I got on the plane, got buckled in, called Bubba informed him I did indeed have a seat and would be home that very evening. Settled in then heard, "due to the number of bags checked at the gate the plane is overweight, I need 2 passengers to volunteer to deplane, and take the next flight in the morning. I shrank down in my seat just knowing that my name was about to be called to get off the plane and enjoy Delta hospitality....
We waited with baited breath, I started packing up my stuff knowing the tap on the shoulder was coming... then I heard it... "Ladies and gentleman, thank you I've gotten my two volunteers and we will be departing shortly." Insert HUGE sigh of relief here.
Lesson learned, when the boss asks you to travel on the short time line - DO NOT get the rookie travel gal - and verify seat assignments. Oh yeah - and direct flight so you don't have to walk half way to your destination just to get to your connecting flight. I did start a letter to Delta tell me what you think:
Dear Delta Airlines,
I wanted to write and thank you for your consideration for my continued good health. Now you might question how an airline considered a passenger's health considering the lack of general cleanliness of the aircraft... let me explain. My recent trip from Baltimore to Chicago took me via Detroit Airport where you thoughtfully landed my arriving plane at Gate A2, and booked my departing flight from Gate B3. A lovely hike through the airport of approximately 2 miles. And while carrying a coat, a computer and a purse made for a nice weight addition to ensure my heart rate and respiratory system was up and functioning to maximum capacity. Great way to get my cardio in!!
Then on the trip home, where you had to know I'd enjoy the culinary delights of the Windy City you made sure that I landed in Cincinnati I got the cardio tour of this airport as well, arriving gate A10, departing gate B35! And to make sure my heart rate stayed up for maximum cardio benefit you oversold the flight so it was 50-50 if I would arrive home on time.
So thanks, my EKG looks great and I'm ready for my next hike through the mid-west.
Sincerely,
The chubby chick asking for oxygen regardless of cabin pressure.
Do you think I'll get a response? Yeah I don't think corporate gets sarcasm either....
Now I tried really really hard not to snarl so I politely asked if I could get my checked bag so I would have a toothbrush, eyeglasses, and a clean pair of unmentionables. She oh so nicely got my bag held in case I got to enjoy the hospitality of Delta in lovely Cincinnati... so I waited, called Bubba to warn him and in his oh-so-supportive way wondered how I didn't have a seat assignment and how it was my responsibility to make sure I did so things like this didn't happen. Really? Thanks Hon - that would have never entered my mind to ask when I checked in at Chicago to ask, to check again at the gate........ on a side note, there is no cord on a cell phone so when you grind your teeth at the verbal diarrhea your husband spouts at you ... he can hear it.
That is your friendly marriage tip of the day...
SO - to continue the suspense filled panic of will she or won't she make the last seat on that pseudo-jet to BWI airport, her car and home... I made my way to the gate, watched everyone else get on the plane, saw another lost soul in the same limbo as our heroine, (me) the gate ladies were staring at a screen and told us there were 2 people who landed at Gate A and had 3 minutes to make the flight... (I KNEW they weren't going to make it) the gate ladies concluded the same thing, printed 2 boarding passes and let us on... I was the last one on the airplane...
Now to add more fun to this dance? I got on the plane, got buckled in, called Bubba informed him I did indeed have a seat and would be home that very evening. Settled in then heard, "due to the number of bags checked at the gate the plane is overweight, I need 2 passengers to volunteer to deplane, and take the next flight in the morning. I shrank down in my seat just knowing that my name was about to be called to get off the plane and enjoy Delta hospitality....
We waited with baited breath, I started packing up my stuff knowing the tap on the shoulder was coming... then I heard it... "Ladies and gentleman, thank you I've gotten my two volunteers and we will be departing shortly." Insert HUGE sigh of relief here.
Lesson learned, when the boss asks you to travel on the short time line - DO NOT get the rookie travel gal - and verify seat assignments. Oh yeah - and direct flight so you don't have to walk half way to your destination just to get to your connecting flight. I did start a letter to Delta tell me what you think:
Dear Delta Airlines,
I wanted to write and thank you for your consideration for my continued good health. Now you might question how an airline considered a passenger's health considering the lack of general cleanliness of the aircraft... let me explain. My recent trip from Baltimore to Chicago took me via Detroit Airport where you thoughtfully landed my arriving plane at Gate A2, and booked my departing flight from Gate B3. A lovely hike through the airport of approximately 2 miles. And while carrying a coat, a computer and a purse made for a nice weight addition to ensure my heart rate and respiratory system was up and functioning to maximum capacity. Great way to get my cardio in!!
Then on the trip home, where you had to know I'd enjoy the culinary delights of the Windy City you made sure that I landed in Cincinnati I got the cardio tour of this airport as well, arriving gate A10, departing gate B35! And to make sure my heart rate stayed up for maximum cardio benefit you oversold the flight so it was 50-50 if I would arrive home on time.
So thanks, my EKG looks great and I'm ready for my next hike through the mid-west.
Sincerely,
The chubby chick asking for oxygen regardless of cabin pressure.
Do you think I'll get a response? Yeah I don't think corporate gets sarcasm either....
Sunday, March 7, 2010
What day is it?
OK so I'm up and functioning, things are tended, one hour time zone difference, screwed up sleep schedule, work, stuff, at least they fed us well... and now a few hours to kill before I begin bouncing back home...
Trip over can be summed up with... OMG where is the gate/baggage claim/the outside world?!?
Baltimore security was awfully slow... there was laugh when the kid behind me took a picture of the sign before you put everything into a bin, strip down to your unmentionables.. the sign? "Do not put children on the table"... then the giggling began, pictures of babies in the bins, crawling through the x-ray machine... it was a warped picture and giggle but it was mine.
I landed without incident in Detroit at Gate A2 - my connection was at gate B3 - I walked basically from one end of the darn airport to the other... or in more accurate terms I walked from Detroit to Chicago then got a plane to be launched up and down and land in Chicago. At least I saw my luggage made it to the plane... after I walked 4 miles to meet the plane. My luggage had a ride... what's wrong with THAT picture?
Chicago o'hare is as big as the city... so no matter where you land it's a walk and then some.
So today... I get to do the reverse, only I land in Cincinnati... gee I wonder how big THAT airport is and which end I'm going to land and which other end I'm going to fly out of...
But on the up side, I'll be home tonight and sleeping in my own bed and playing with my puppies. Its all good.
Stay tuned for the antics of Bubba left home alone... heaven help me.
Trip over can be summed up with... OMG where is the gate/baggage claim/the outside world?!?
Baltimore security was awfully slow... there was laugh when the kid behind me took a picture of the sign before you put everything into a bin, strip down to your unmentionables.. the sign? "Do not put children on the table"... then the giggling began, pictures of babies in the bins, crawling through the x-ray machine... it was a warped picture and giggle but it was mine.
I landed without incident in Detroit at Gate A2 - my connection was at gate B3 - I walked basically from one end of the darn airport to the other... or in more accurate terms I walked from Detroit to Chicago then got a plane to be launched up and down and land in Chicago. At least I saw my luggage made it to the plane... after I walked 4 miles to meet the plane. My luggage had a ride... what's wrong with THAT picture?
Chicago o'hare is as big as the city... so no matter where you land it's a walk and then some.
So today... I get to do the reverse, only I land in Cincinnati... gee I wonder how big THAT airport is and which end I'm going to land and which other end I'm going to fly out of...
But on the up side, I'll be home tonight and sleeping in my own bed and playing with my puppies. Its all good.
Stay tuned for the antics of Bubba left home alone... heaven help me.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Quick hit Friday AM...
OK boys and girls, bagged packed, computer double checked, power cords for all this electronic crap, contacts stuff, girl stuff (hair make up etc) clothes, clean clothes, airport parking coupon printed, kitchen cleaned, food for Bubba's weekend, a load of laundry done so Bubba has something to wear to work Monday....
And breathe.....
Now ponder this while I bounce to the mid-west... why did Shelby move her bed to the door of the bedroom last night? Change of scenery? Violet played pulled my paw and Shelby lost? Thought we would try to escape in the night?
Who knows these and other mysteries will be solved in the next episode of .... puppy crime busters.
Or not.
And breathe.....
Now ponder this while I bounce to the mid-west... why did Shelby move her bed to the door of the bedroom last night? Change of scenery? Violet played pulled my paw and Shelby lost? Thought we would try to escape in the night?
Who knows these and other mysteries will be solved in the next episode of .... puppy crime busters.
Or not.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Two stories today...
One story occurred last night - I was BEAT, it was a LONG day between test, work and the like I had had it... I cooked dinner because in the midst of the day I forgot to turn the crock pot on... almost forgot to do it today! But I did remember...
So, last night, I am sitting on the couch, nodding off, waking, nodding off and Bubba - darling supportive Bubba - who was raised by the original OCD neat freak, spots a clump of dirt on the carpet near the door where the dogs come in and out. Big surprise.
He says to me in my twilight state of semi-awake-ness .. "what is that?" "Idunno" "Shouldn't you deal with it?" Yep - you betcha I jumped right up and 'dealt with it". I fell back asleep... only to wake to have Bubba letting the dogs out, wetting a scrub brush to effectively scrub in the dirt into the carpet, THEN get a cleaning rag and really rub it in, THEN get carpet cleaner to make sure it was soapy and dirty and rubbed in. I looked at him like 'you idiot' but merely mumbled "all you had to do was pick it up". Big mistake.
Remember our tantrums of Sunday? Oh yeah - back again to the tune of "If I had gotten up and dealt with it - he wouldn't have to - bla bla bla" I was tired and really disinterested, however I did enjoy the comic relief of scrubbing into the carpet a clump of dirt one could have picked up with their fingers or a piece of TP. But NO - the boy raised by the woman who (to me) does nothing all day but watch Regis and Kelly and clean her house - I can't imagine what she was like when she had small children - well actually I can - I live with the aftermath. We had to scrub it to the bare fibers of the carpet then grump when the obvious was pointed out to said son-of-neat-freak.
We don't let him near cleaning tools very often for this reason - a job that should take ANYONE else on the planet 10 minutes Bubba? At least 40 - longer if he thinks he's doing a better job than you. Have at it honey I'll be done here doing the rest of the house.
Did I ever tell the tale of leaving Bubba home alone for a long Saturday and he discovered that bleach can remove mildew stains from your walls and shower? We had a problem above the shower we most use, I can't reach it and neither could the gal who cleans my house. I lived with, sprayed chemicals every now and again but worried about the paint... Bubba with a day to himself and Internet know how decided to take my FULL bottle of bleach, a COLORED wash cloth and went into the small shower and started to scrub. Did he remove his Black and Gold sweat shirt and put on a cruddy t-shirt he didn't care about - of course not. Did he look for cleaning rags or something not used on our bodies, or with a color other than white to rub said bleach on the walls? Did he grab the dogie towels to mop up his mess and not one of my hand towels also not white when he was finished? That would be a big-ol NOPE boys and girls.
I came home to several questions---first, did I know that bleach works on mildew stains? And how attached are to you those purple towels - and can you wash this out?
Now put yourself in my shoes, dealing with teenage girls all day you come home to the above three questions, would you immediately respond or would your brain lock in on the words, bleach, purple, and wash out? Exactly. After a moment of processing, I went into the laundry room and there it sat evidence that the man I married needs to be closely watched or given only sanctioned, supervised activities less we come home to...
1 purple dishcloth with large blotches of color gone
1 purple (monogrammed) hand towel with the same affliction
1 black and gold Steeler sweatshirt also with large splotches of grey and white
in a pile on top of the washing machine, soaking new spots of undiluted chlorine bleach onto each other...
I do believe my response was - you're a dork. How purple are my walls?
They weren't they were clean, I washed those articles along with HIS underwear that way if there was some purple/black/gold mishmash post bleaching he'd have funky underpants not me.
Of course every time he wears that splochy sweatshirt around the house I am reminded to hide the chemicals when I leave town... (crap something else to do tonight) ... and that my husband is a complete dork (when it comes to things inside his home). Reference that post about his home being like a hotel - things just magically happen in Bubba-land, like laundry, dishes and meals.
Final one thought on something I witnessed on the elevator today... a large man gets on the elevator he's got a Mohawk hair cut... the sides of his head were basically shaved to about 1/4 of an inch long, then a Mohawk about 1/2 inch long, now on a large round head with ripples of chubby is so NOT the look you want to be sporting Skippy - and the cherry on the sundae of this look? He had his sunglasses (not cool ones) Amber ones, balanced on the BACK of his head upside down. Dude - seriously, one Target is a 2 minute walk get some black sunglasses, two, did you lose a bet with that hair cut? and lastly having dork sunglasses on the back of that head is really not a look you can carry off... trust me.
That boys and girls are the lessons for today: chlorine bleach takes the color out of your clothes and towels, and Mohawks and amber sunglasses on chubby men don't work.
Take those to the bank.
I will also warn you traveling and working this weekend may not have the time or brain power to post anything besides babbling. I'll save any good flying stories for Monday. Or who knows Bubba could always get industrious again... please god no.
So, last night, I am sitting on the couch, nodding off, waking, nodding off and Bubba - darling supportive Bubba - who was raised by the original OCD neat freak, spots a clump of dirt on the carpet near the door where the dogs come in and out. Big surprise.
He says to me in my twilight state of semi-awake-ness .. "what is that?" "Idunno" "Shouldn't you deal with it?" Yep - you betcha I jumped right up and 'dealt with it". I fell back asleep... only to wake to have Bubba letting the dogs out, wetting a scrub brush to effectively scrub in the dirt into the carpet, THEN get a cleaning rag and really rub it in, THEN get carpet cleaner to make sure it was soapy and dirty and rubbed in. I looked at him like 'you idiot' but merely mumbled "all you had to do was pick it up". Big mistake.
Remember our tantrums of Sunday? Oh yeah - back again to the tune of "If I had gotten up and dealt with it - he wouldn't have to - bla bla bla" I was tired and really disinterested, however I did enjoy the comic relief of scrubbing into the carpet a clump of dirt one could have picked up with their fingers or a piece of TP. But NO - the boy raised by the woman who (to me) does nothing all day but watch Regis and Kelly and clean her house - I can't imagine what she was like when she had small children - well actually I can - I live with the aftermath. We had to scrub it to the bare fibers of the carpet then grump when the obvious was pointed out to said son-of-neat-freak.
We don't let him near cleaning tools very often for this reason - a job that should take ANYONE else on the planet 10 minutes Bubba? At least 40 - longer if he thinks he's doing a better job than you. Have at it honey I'll be done here doing the rest of the house.
Did I ever tell the tale of leaving Bubba home alone for a long Saturday and he discovered that bleach can remove mildew stains from your walls and shower? We had a problem above the shower we most use, I can't reach it and neither could the gal who cleans my house. I lived with, sprayed chemicals every now and again but worried about the paint... Bubba with a day to himself and Internet know how decided to take my FULL bottle of bleach, a COLORED wash cloth and went into the small shower and started to scrub. Did he remove his Black and Gold sweat shirt and put on a cruddy t-shirt he didn't care about - of course not. Did he look for cleaning rags or something not used on our bodies, or with a color other than white to rub said bleach on the walls? Did he grab the dogie towels to mop up his mess and not one of my hand towels also not white when he was finished? That would be a big-ol NOPE boys and girls.
I came home to several questions---first, did I know that bleach works on mildew stains? And how attached are to you those purple towels - and can you wash this out?
Now put yourself in my shoes, dealing with teenage girls all day you come home to the above three questions, would you immediately respond or would your brain lock in on the words, bleach, purple, and wash out? Exactly. After a moment of processing, I went into the laundry room and there it sat evidence that the man I married needs to be closely watched or given only sanctioned, supervised activities less we come home to...
1 purple dishcloth with large blotches of color gone
1 purple (monogrammed) hand towel with the same affliction
1 black and gold Steeler sweatshirt also with large splotches of grey and white
in a pile on top of the washing machine, soaking new spots of undiluted chlorine bleach onto each other...
I do believe my response was - you're a dork. How purple are my walls?
They weren't they were clean, I washed those articles along with HIS underwear that way if there was some purple/black/gold mishmash post bleaching he'd have funky underpants not me.
Of course every time he wears that splochy sweatshirt around the house I am reminded to hide the chemicals when I leave town... (crap something else to do tonight) ... and that my husband is a complete dork (when it comes to things inside his home). Reference that post about his home being like a hotel - things just magically happen in Bubba-land, like laundry, dishes and meals.
Final one thought on something I witnessed on the elevator today... a large man gets on the elevator he's got a Mohawk hair cut... the sides of his head were basically shaved to about 1/4 of an inch long, then a Mohawk about 1/2 inch long, now on a large round head with ripples of chubby is so NOT the look you want to be sporting Skippy - and the cherry on the sundae of this look? He had his sunglasses (not cool ones) Amber ones, balanced on the BACK of his head upside down. Dude - seriously, one Target is a 2 minute walk get some black sunglasses, two, did you lose a bet with that hair cut? and lastly having dork sunglasses on the back of that head is really not a look you can carry off... trust me.
That boys and girls are the lessons for today: chlorine bleach takes the color out of your clothes and towels, and Mohawks and amber sunglasses on chubby men don't work.
Take those to the bank.
I will also warn you traveling and working this weekend may not have the time or brain power to post anything besides babbling. I'll save any good flying stories for Monday. Or who knows Bubba could always get industrious again... please god no.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
The longest week in recorded history...
It would be this one - holy cripes it's ONLY Wednesday... and not my typical life is good working home Wednesday oh no... can't have any of those this week.
I had a test for work... and that's all I can say about that. It was a doozy, I am drained, tired and mush. THEN I had to dial in and get work ... only to realize that I left the power cord to my lap top AT WORK... so now I'm working like a crazy woman to download everything I need in case I need to switch over to my person computer at home.... and it didn't work. Got zapped, finished 99% lost one file and will recover it in the AM... cripes what a idiot... LOL
It's one thing to leave the mouse - quite another to forget the power cord.
But I was very productive and still am being (with this small break) and we will delivery ahead of schedule... yeah. Buttheads. One should not have to pull large heavy ropes from across the country with people who are supposed to be on the SAME team as you just to get your job done. You shouldn't have to justify your entire exisitence on the project because THEY don't think you do something productive... I will point said "persons" to the latest scorecard from our customer... when we started this it was in the crapper - NOW>>> oh SO much better - glowing reports all is right in the world... and YOU boys and girls were not part of the solution - you were dragged kicking and screaming and whining the whole freaking WAY!!
Not that I'm bitter or anything - really.
And now for the one bright spot in my day...
My sister called to tell me her encounter in the post office today -- apparently in my later years I will have a Jersey accent and talk to strangers about footwear... let me set the stage.
My sister is in the post office to return an item her darling husband ordered for her in a fit of "this will help". Apparently it didn't. Now as Jersey Lady noted the item my sister was returning she proceeded in her loud Jersey voice (sister's description) to tell her... you got feet trouble honey - get you some crocks I don't have any arches, and those work just great feet trouble get those crocks.. if you can't get them here anymore go to that Erie Mall that have a WHOLE store with nothing but those crocks. oh yeah honey - those are the ticket for the feet ache - I didn't have arches and they are just wonderful...
And yes it was in one long run on sentence and apparently I had done some impression of a Jersey accent and all dear sister could think of me was as this woman and she swears she did her level best not to laugh out loud in front of her... but when she got outside there was apparently guffaws of laughter and a comment about nearly peeing one's pants.
Now the story was enjoyable and very funny I got to thinking... very dangerous I know... but now I feel associated some how with an older woman with a Jersey accent and the need to inform perfect strangers in the post office of my foot situation and what may fix it - whether said stranger wants to hear this information or not. Is this a good thing? A prediction of things to come? Or is my sister projecting?
Anyway - considering this week... I just might be on that path of crazy... won't these posts be fun then?
Stay tuned for what Thursday could possibly toss down the hill at me... underneath the fan...
I had a test for work... and that's all I can say about that. It was a doozy, I am drained, tired and mush. THEN I had to dial in and get work ... only to realize that I left the power cord to my lap top AT WORK... so now I'm working like a crazy woman to download everything I need in case I need to switch over to my person computer at home.... and it didn't work. Got zapped, finished 99% lost one file and will recover it in the AM... cripes what a idiot... LOL
It's one thing to leave the mouse - quite another to forget the power cord.
But I was very productive and still am being (with this small break) and we will delivery ahead of schedule... yeah. Buttheads. One should not have to pull large heavy ropes from across the country with people who are supposed to be on the SAME team as you just to get your job done. You shouldn't have to justify your entire exisitence on the project because THEY don't think you do something productive... I will point said "persons" to the latest scorecard from our customer... when we started this it was in the crapper - NOW>>> oh SO much better - glowing reports all is right in the world... and YOU boys and girls were not part of the solution - you were dragged kicking and screaming and whining the whole freaking WAY!!
Not that I'm bitter or anything - really.
And now for the one bright spot in my day...
My sister called to tell me her encounter in the post office today -- apparently in my later years I will have a Jersey accent and talk to strangers about footwear... let me set the stage.
My sister is in the post office to return an item her darling husband ordered for her in a fit of "this will help". Apparently it didn't. Now as Jersey Lady noted the item my sister was returning she proceeded in her loud Jersey voice (sister's description) to tell her... you got feet trouble honey - get you some crocks I don't have any arches, and those work just great feet trouble get those crocks.. if you can't get them here anymore go to that Erie Mall that have a WHOLE store with nothing but those crocks. oh yeah honey - those are the ticket for the feet ache - I didn't have arches and they are just wonderful...
And yes it was in one long run on sentence and apparently I had done some impression of a Jersey accent and all dear sister could think of me was as this woman and she swears she did her level best not to laugh out loud in front of her... but when she got outside there was apparently guffaws of laughter and a comment about nearly peeing one's pants.
Now the story was enjoyable and very funny I got to thinking... very dangerous I know... but now I feel associated some how with an older woman with a Jersey accent and the need to inform perfect strangers in the post office of my foot situation and what may fix it - whether said stranger wants to hear this information or not. Is this a good thing? A prediction of things to come? Or is my sister projecting?
Anyway - considering this week... I just might be on that path of crazy... won't these posts be fun then?
Stay tuned for what Thursday could possibly toss down the hill at me... underneath the fan...
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
A couple of Tuesday tales...
Let's start with our drive in... There is a road that is HOV 2 until 9AM, I can usually time it to hit that road at 9AM. Some days its 8:59 8:58 I don't get very excited about that time... until today. I pulled onto the ramp just as the Radio station starts the traffic report (on the 8's) so I knew I was a few minutes early. Generally not a big deal... until this morning...
Now let me insert that this road is watched DAILY by the VA State Police to catch people driving in alone (HOV 2) means that you must have 2 people in the car to use this road from 6:30 AM until 9:00AM... If it's 8:45 I keep going to the road with all the lights and live with it.
This morning - they were enforcing 9:00AM no fooling as I pulled off the ramp onto the road, I saw the State Police pulling people over at 8:58 AM... I quickly got back on the ramp and exited... I did not want a $500 ticket for 2 freaking minutes. So tack on another 5 to get back on the beltway... and then to the office. Now to those of you whiners who state 8:58 is not 9:00 you're right in a technical sort of way - but seriously? Now I will say I do not get on this road at 4:02 - but have gotten on at 3:58... so I guess I have successfully argued against my own point haven't I? The point I was trying to make was the gods were with me as I could successfully exit prior to Mr. Lawman catching me cheating the HOV restriction by 120 seconds.
One must not look a gift horse in the mouth... and WON'T do that again...
Second tale is from Sunday with all the fit-pitching that occurred I forgot about the phone call from Mom... Bubba's Mom. Now I didn't talk to her, she talked to her son, and from his end of the conversation, which consisted of grunts and the occasional 'uh huh' she apparently was giving him an earful. Not sure of what... next time I will lean closer and try not to make it obvious. ;-)
I do know that Bubba dodged us around the birthday celebration of Baby J, he didn't find it funny that I pointed out as I was traveling this weekend - he COULD go home and enjoy. (That was met with the look are you kidding face my family alone... get real )
There apparently was some discussion about the niece and her 'situation' living with baby daddy with bun in oven and Baby J in residence. I did get an acknowledgement of gift received - and a promise that thank yous were on the way... right... not that I'm all that worried about it. I did hear my mum-in-law state that she was willing to 'help' out with the new baby IF the niece was back in school, but she wasn't doing it a lot and not for her to go out and have a good time... (she's already done that one... ) saucer of milk table one.
We'll file that under the "Yeah right" or "I'll believe when I see it" folder. (meow) Bubba as usual was tight lipped when I inquired, "How are things at home" "fine" -- he's so chatty when I don't want him to be and when I want him to talk I get the back of head or the top of it from across the table as he eating... ah - 20 years of martial bliss.
You see boys and girls this is why I and generally women have outside interests... if we had to rely on our spousal units for any kind of conversation or commentary on life in general we'd be sorely lacking. I also know that Bubba doesn't like talking to me about his family because well I talk to my family about them... well duh - female.. it's how we work.
Heck if you were to record the conversation between my husband and his family add some clicks and you've got some African tribal dialect. (i.e. grunts and clicks.. get it? oh never mind)
My mom did suggest last night that the reason for Sunday's fits in the hardware store may have had a direct relationship to the phone conversation with his Mom just prior to the shopping and my ill-advised comment regarding my dishwasher... who knows. But she could have a point, I usually on the lookout for Cranky Bubba prior to or just following a family visit - but I didn't realize I know have to spread the alert egg shells with phone calls too... cripes those chickens better get laying... well maybe not he only calls home about once a month or so... still we'll keep that notation of a possible raising of family-alert-status. ;-)
Well enough for a crazy Tuesday - work is nuts, code jockeys have apparently had some kind of process lobotomy... we're fighting among ourselves and still sticking our tongues out at our customer... Life is too short for this kind of foolishness... where the heck can I get a power ball ticket... and it better be a winner.
Signed - tired of working for a living.
Now let me insert that this road is watched DAILY by the VA State Police to catch people driving in alone (HOV 2) means that you must have 2 people in the car to use this road from 6:30 AM until 9:00AM... If it's 8:45 I keep going to the road with all the lights and live with it.
This morning - they were enforcing 9:00AM no fooling as I pulled off the ramp onto the road, I saw the State Police pulling people over at 8:58 AM... I quickly got back on the ramp and exited... I did not want a $500 ticket for 2 freaking minutes. So tack on another 5 to get back on the beltway... and then to the office. Now to those of you whiners who state 8:58 is not 9:00 you're right in a technical sort of way - but seriously? Now I will say I do not get on this road at 4:02 - but have gotten on at 3:58... so I guess I have successfully argued against my own point haven't I? The point I was trying to make was the gods were with me as I could successfully exit prior to Mr. Lawman catching me cheating the HOV restriction by 120 seconds.
One must not look a gift horse in the mouth... and WON'T do that again...
Second tale is from Sunday with all the fit-pitching that occurred I forgot about the phone call from Mom... Bubba's Mom. Now I didn't talk to her, she talked to her son, and from his end of the conversation, which consisted of grunts and the occasional 'uh huh' she apparently was giving him an earful. Not sure of what... next time I will lean closer and try not to make it obvious. ;-)
I do know that Bubba dodged us around the birthday celebration of Baby J, he didn't find it funny that I pointed out as I was traveling this weekend - he COULD go home and enjoy. (That was met with the look are you kidding face my family alone... get real )
There apparently was some discussion about the niece and her 'situation' living with baby daddy with bun in oven and Baby J in residence. I did get an acknowledgement of gift received - and a promise that thank yous were on the way... right... not that I'm all that worried about it. I did hear my mum-in-law state that she was willing to 'help' out with the new baby IF the niece was back in school, but she wasn't doing it a lot and not for her to go out and have a good time... (she's already done that one... ) saucer of milk table one.
We'll file that under the "Yeah right" or "I'll believe when I see it" folder. (meow) Bubba as usual was tight lipped when I inquired, "How are things at home" "fine" -- he's so chatty when I don't want him to be and when I want him to talk I get the back of head or the top of it from across the table as he eating... ah - 20 years of martial bliss.
You see boys and girls this is why I and generally women have outside interests... if we had to rely on our spousal units for any kind of conversation or commentary on life in general we'd be sorely lacking. I also know that Bubba doesn't like talking to me about his family because well I talk to my family about them... well duh - female.. it's how we work.
Heck if you were to record the conversation between my husband and his family add some clicks and you've got some African tribal dialect. (i.e. grunts and clicks.. get it? oh never mind)
My mom did suggest last night that the reason for Sunday's fits in the hardware store may have had a direct relationship to the phone conversation with his Mom just prior to the shopping and my ill-advised comment regarding my dishwasher... who knows. But she could have a point, I usually on the lookout for Cranky Bubba prior to or just following a family visit - but I didn't realize I know have to spread the alert egg shells with phone calls too... cripes those chickens better get laying... well maybe not he only calls home about once a month or so... still we'll keep that notation of a possible raising of family-alert-status. ;-)
Well enough for a crazy Tuesday - work is nuts, code jockeys have apparently had some kind of process lobotomy... we're fighting among ourselves and still sticking our tongues out at our customer... Life is too short for this kind of foolishness... where the heck can I get a power ball ticket... and it better be a winner.
Signed - tired of working for a living.
Monday, March 1, 2010
A tale of two sundays...
Or I a tale of two Bubba's. First he announced that he wanted a bagel from the good bagel place, asks me what I want. Groovy, I get moving come downstairs and he's on the computer, doing my parent's taxes. "Just a minute" I get... right. So putz around, gather up the laundry, putz, then finally he announces, hey it's almost lunch time - wanna go out?
So yeah sure Ok fine, we finally make a decision enjoy breakfast/lunch, decide that we'll make a run to the home depot I wanted some new "decorative" shelves for my bedroom. Now Mr. Cranky-pants makes our first minor appearance as he was grumping about "books all over the place." Sigh... decorative you idiot - you don't put books on those... So I found something I liked, different not terribly expensive it's all good.
Now Bubba says he's got to look for 'something' heaven help me - yeah we're in the Home Depot but I didn't marry Mr. Handy or even Mr. tool guy... so I worry when he says he as to find something... since this is post breakfast and I've got the bladder of a nervous squirrel I had to find the rest room, came back to find Bubba talking to some guy about Pittsburgh sports (Bubba was as usual wearing a Steeler's shirt) so when we finally got done swapping stories about the glory days and last year we parted company and Bubba then informed me that he hadn't found his something... he found it... screws of something for god-knows... then he decides we can look at Washing Machines. (remember mine has a large load problem - it leaks) Now I said I didn't want brand X because that was the brand of my dishwasher and it wasn't great.
Well - doesn't idiot cranky pants come all out and up in front of sales people and people just shopping as I was "bitching" about my dishwasher. He asks crankily, "does it work", yeah as long as you use one specific type of soap and don't overload it and make sure you clean off the dishes well before you run it - works great. But has he's all cranky and fit-pitching I just said, "yes it works with that one kind of soap."
But it works? he grumps loudly
I look around smiling like he's an idiot, "yes dear it works, can we let it go?"... but OH no we're in full 5-year-old pitch-fit mode and frankly I wasn't going to stand there in front of strangers while he has his little tantrum because I said my dishwasher wasn't the greatest so I wasn't interested in getting a washing machine from the same company. I, personally, didn't consider it "bitching" I considered this I have brand X and I don't like it - therefore Brand X in another appliance wasn't something I wanted to explore - where is this bitching?
Now as his voice, body language and general demeanor got more and more like a 3 year old in full tantrum I walked about. I was very embarrassed, what adult acts like this? If you're mad at me then don't stand in the middle of a hardware store yelling at me about some stupid dishwasher and my statement to the face it ain't a great one. I just didn't get it! I mean really.
So we buy our shelves and we leave, now instead of going to the bookstore we head home, because "I ruined a lovely afternoon". Right... I'm the one who is just (and still) having a fit. I walked away - did you let it go? Get the hint? Quit talking? Do anything to stop making a bigger ass of yourself? The answer is no.
On the up side - we went home... Bubba thinks it a nice afternoon to go to the bookstore and read magazines for the better part of two hours. Seriously. He takes ME to a bookstore, grumps when I want to make a purchase (to such a point I don't anymore) and I sit there reading a book, and smelling coffee. I can be home, with my own mug that I know is clean and not handled by the local piercing parlor ad board, with my puppies, happy comfortable and reading the story I started.
I have learned that if I go find a copy of the book I'm reading I can figure out where I left off and keep going... then I note the page when we head home... but my point is.. the bookstore to sit and read is NOT my idea of a great time. I can do that in comfy pants at home with my dogs unlocked and happy. So the fact that "I ruined" the afternoon really didn't hurt my feelings all that much...
So, home, he hung my shelves and went on to wash the dogs, watch hockey, eat dinner and go to bed.
I "helped" him with those shelves, finished the laundry, started the dog laundry, cooked dinner, unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher, put the leftovers away and started to clip the dog's nails. OH yeah and I watched hockey, and then fell into bed. Yeah I'm such a lazy cuss.
Today is Monday - traffic in was a nightmare, the day has been one fight after another, a series of girl's calling about tonight's meeting - which has now been canceled. I'm going home, cooking dinner finishing doggie blankets and doggie nails, Bubba will come home, eat and sleep.
I am so coming back as a man in my next life-- or maybe I'll just haunt Bubba. :-)
But remember - dinner is planned, and already shopped for!! Which is nice.
So yeah sure Ok fine, we finally make a decision enjoy breakfast/lunch, decide that we'll make a run to the home depot I wanted some new "decorative" shelves for my bedroom. Now Mr. Cranky-pants makes our first minor appearance as he was grumping about "books all over the place." Sigh... decorative you idiot - you don't put books on those... So I found something I liked, different not terribly expensive it's all good.
Now Bubba says he's got to look for 'something' heaven help me - yeah we're in the Home Depot but I didn't marry Mr. Handy or even Mr. tool guy... so I worry when he says he as to find something... since this is post breakfast and I've got the bladder of a nervous squirrel I had to find the rest room, came back to find Bubba talking to some guy about Pittsburgh sports (Bubba was as usual wearing a Steeler's shirt) so when we finally got done swapping stories about the glory days and last year we parted company and Bubba then informed me that he hadn't found his something... he found it... screws of something for god-knows... then he decides we can look at Washing Machines. (remember mine has a large load problem - it leaks) Now I said I didn't want brand X because that was the brand of my dishwasher and it wasn't great.
Well - doesn't idiot cranky pants come all out and up in front of sales people and people just shopping as I was "bitching" about my dishwasher. He asks crankily, "does it work", yeah as long as you use one specific type of soap and don't overload it and make sure you clean off the dishes well before you run it - works great. But has he's all cranky and fit-pitching I just said, "yes it works with that one kind of soap."
But it works? he grumps loudly
I look around smiling like he's an idiot, "yes dear it works, can we let it go?"... but OH no we're in full 5-year-old pitch-fit mode and frankly I wasn't going to stand there in front of strangers while he has his little tantrum because I said my dishwasher wasn't the greatest so I wasn't interested in getting a washing machine from the same company. I, personally, didn't consider it "bitching" I considered this I have brand X and I don't like it - therefore Brand X in another appliance wasn't something I wanted to explore - where is this bitching?
Now as his voice, body language and general demeanor got more and more like a 3 year old in full tantrum I walked about. I was very embarrassed, what adult acts like this? If you're mad at me then don't stand in the middle of a hardware store yelling at me about some stupid dishwasher and my statement to the face it ain't a great one. I just didn't get it! I mean really.
So we buy our shelves and we leave, now instead of going to the bookstore we head home, because "I ruined a lovely afternoon". Right... I'm the one who is just (and still) having a fit. I walked away - did you let it go? Get the hint? Quit talking? Do anything to stop making a bigger ass of yourself? The answer is no.
On the up side - we went home... Bubba thinks it a nice afternoon to go to the bookstore and read magazines for the better part of two hours. Seriously. He takes ME to a bookstore, grumps when I want to make a purchase (to such a point I don't anymore) and I sit there reading a book, and smelling coffee. I can be home, with my own mug that I know is clean and not handled by the local piercing parlor ad board, with my puppies, happy comfortable and reading the story I started.
I have learned that if I go find a copy of the book I'm reading I can figure out where I left off and keep going... then I note the page when we head home... but my point is.. the bookstore to sit and read is NOT my idea of a great time. I can do that in comfy pants at home with my dogs unlocked and happy. So the fact that "I ruined" the afternoon really didn't hurt my feelings all that much...
So, home, he hung my shelves and went on to wash the dogs, watch hockey, eat dinner and go to bed.
I "helped" him with those shelves, finished the laundry, started the dog laundry, cooked dinner, unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher, put the leftovers away and started to clip the dog's nails. OH yeah and I watched hockey, and then fell into bed. Yeah I'm such a lazy cuss.
Today is Monday - traffic in was a nightmare, the day has been one fight after another, a series of girl's calling about tonight's meeting - which has now been canceled. I'm going home, cooking dinner finishing doggie blankets and doggie nails, Bubba will come home, eat and sleep.
I am so coming back as a man in my next life-- or maybe I'll just haunt Bubba. :-)
But remember - dinner is planned, and already shopped for!! Which is nice.
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