Last week was a cake walk...

Now what exactly is a cake walk - no idea. I LIKE the idea of a walk with cake - frankly anything with cake in my mind is a good thing and right off the bat I have wandered down the side path... Getting back to how freaking EASY last week was... compared to the two days that have graced this week...

Now I begin with Friday - frankly a good day all around, out brief from audit all is good, boss is happy late lunch home early, got the shopping done, the girls went to the dance dumped kids and done. (Another Mom hosted the sleep over -as Bubba and his bazaar travel schedule prevented me from doing it -- oh darn)... Bubba is up and gone at 0-dark 30 Saturday morning... the girls let me sleep in to 2 hours past 0-dark-30-- ish. Any who we're up, they are fed, watered and mellow and that pretty much was the theme for the weekend.

Neighbor did call, had the little black pup for a bit Saturday night - other than the drop off and pick up - (LOTS of barking) that too was pretty mellow. Sunday, again, LOVELY day, girls are in and out and all is cool, got a few things done, did give them a bath... oh what fun that was. We went to bed early, I had to get up before frankly people should be permitted to be awake... but I digress again and here we go...... Up at 4:30 because I have to be in VA by 6:30 for a place to park and deal with the rest all job related... then work all day but got to leave early. Home love pups, feed pups fill out paper work for Tuesday's ALL DAY briefing, go to my meeting, it runs long, home watch the two shows I taped, realized it's after 10 and again I must be up before god, man and chickens... only to have Violet start puking and puking and she kept going for about 45 minutes - with rests in between to give me clean up time (thanks girl) and when we reached 45 minutes and our 5th round of puke, and now she on shaky legs (looking drunk and hung over poor thing) I flipped out call the emergency Vet, got dressed (wearing sweatpants and PJ's post meeting) locked up Shelby who wasn't happy about that and raced to the ER Vet.

They took her back, I sat and watched football... pushing midnight, fluids, tests, like to keep her, here is an ESTIMATE of the costs (think mortgage payment MINE!) Yeah, ok, talk to Bubba who was supportive, nice and had I not been up since 4:30 that morning I would have asked who this was and did I dial the right number?!

Finally I got to see her, she looked so pathetic, her eyes kept darting back and forth, she was still drooling, she puked on the tech, and gave her a nice runny present... I leave a deposit - oh so not kidding. And head home, the time is 1:00 AM.

I fall into bed, debating my briefing today... but they are keeping her, so I going to try and go in... which means I'm up at 4:30 again. Actual time out of bed, closer to 5:15. Of Course on the way home I give Bubba an update - and for those of you not keeping score at home; for the THIRD time this year he is in Las Vegas. Now he's back to the Bubba I know and live with (love was hard to come by at that moment) as he's yelling at me not to make stupid decisions and rack up one hell of a bill. Too late.

THEN he oh so nicely calls me back at 2-something AM to apologize... at least I think it was him, frankly I'm amazed I was able to answer the phone. Motor skills with brain power was so not happening. So hung up from him honestly don't know what I said to the man frankly if it was anything above grunts and clicks I'd be amazed.

SO... alarm goes off, I manage to shower, dress, apply makeup (it wasn't fancy!) Feed and tend to Shelby and find my way to where I needed to go. I got there, plenty of time, got done what I needed to get done and got outta there... Did I mention no cell service? Just one of those buildings and one of those places. I did warn the vet last night - they apparently got hold of Bubba. Who when leaving messages for me didn't realize "this thing was all freaking day."

It's called listening honey - you should try it sometime.

So, "lucky" me got out 45 minutes earlier than expected. Checked in with office mate - all is good. Bubba was on a plane by the time I got out - so dodged that bullet and headed to see my Violet. She's getting an echo on her heart, been checked by a Neurologist (for free! - he had a student with him.. hey you almost a vet) she's eaten but her eyes are still zippy. They told me this is an old dog thing, she will recover but it could take as long as a week or so. In the meantime I get a pup with a drunken issue. Up side I'm home mostly the rest of the week so that is something.

As of 5:00 pm Tuesday she's still at the hospital, but I expect a call about 6 ish to go get her... now issue is I've got a practice tonight. I can't bag it but I will demand my part goes first so I can get out of there. Screw the opening I'll figure it out.

My new life motto - I'll sleep when I'm dead. Which should be some time Saturday. Off to do dinner.

And no I still haven't fixed the computer at home yet... I figured about 2 AM tonight would be great time to try that...

Something else he can't be trusted with...

My home computer... I was gone for one stupid night! And Bubba had to print his plane ticket or something - who knows what - so in a fit of just click and don't read - idiot husband blocked firefox in the virus protection software!!

Now what does this mean?

This mean that he hit "block this site" without reading what site he was blocking so our Internet software is useless. Oh sure we still have Internet explorer but thanks to Bubba previously I've had to set up protection to the 12th degree so he doesn't infect us again with they cyber-clap. (thank you Andy neighbor for that one) ... Its a real pain to go anywhere --- AND my blog log on doesn't work with it because it thinks I have cookies disabled - (I have them asking...oh yeah REAL pain in the backside)

SO... second step in husband idiocy is he TURN OFF THE VIRUS PROTECTION PROGRAM - so he could GET ON LINE. Read that line again... he turned off the protection and when on line - un-guarded. I still don't have it fixed, and I've got a LONG day tomorrow and I'm too wiped to be bothered tonight. I had to email our virus protection people for help - they first sent me to FAQ... son - if it was in there would I have asked you? Probably most people would have ... but I did make an effort.

I need to make a list of stuff Bubba can't be left home alone with... bleach, good towels, my computer, himself, the dogs.... how can a man be this helpless? Ah answered my own question (man).

Stay tuned more vented to come because his royal butt is in Vegas - again - and he home tomorrow. This should be a blast. Or I will need the cheap therapy. Stay tuned it will be later tomorrow before we can really chat.

Quick hit Friday

1) Survived the week

2) Passed the audit

3) went to lunch then left the office

4) Got the girl's group shopping done

5) Went to the bank for Bubba...
side note here... when I went to the bank, teller knows me, it's all good, we chat I hand him the withdrawal slip he's reading and says, "Mr. X must be going to Vegas" It is now official - Bubba is going WAY to frequently if the bank teller can tell what the withdrawal is for!!! Really.

6) found a new back way to work, that shaves off a few traffic lights - that's a good thing.

7) Had a good lunch - unfortunately I am still enjoying it. Onions buried in anything are not my friends.

Now I'm packing up, heading out to listen to bad music for 3 hours and wonder what the devil is wrong with me... We'll have more time this weekend... I have to find a story I wrote about the day the satellite TV arrived at the house... vintage Bubba. You'll love it.

Later.

Already this week....

it's still Tuesday right? Well I've had a Monday at work which as we all know is Staff Meeting Monday and you know that means!!!


And that is far as I got yesterday and now it is Audit Wednesday... our customer is here and I've got 2 minutes to chat... I may do so later but Bubba has taken to hogging the computer at night. I actually made him dinner last night - yeah it was pasta and red sauce but hey it was multiple pots and involved heat!

Plus this morning I missed a vent from Nana - I can just imagine what that was a about - now I do know the subject was dear old dad... and it makes me wonder what he's done. He really must be in improving health to make her mad enough to want to call me. Plus she's been baby sitting Niece M - with a cold so I'm sure my sister hasn't been all that wonderful either.

I've got some Rainbow things to work out... because Bubba isn't leaving until Saturday morning - EARLY Saturday morning. But hey its 4 days of peace and quiet AND I've got Wednesday through Friday mostly off... to go Lady Grouping with Nana. Something else to tick off Bubba. But then again my breathing will some times will cause stress...

And there goes my 2 minutes... we'll talk more later.

I need to go back to work...

I need the rest... Whew - busy busy busy day yesterday - and I forgot to call my brother. It was a good day with a few flashes of Bubba. We were up early - had a good breakfast at The Evan's.. Bob that is... then road through some very pretty country for about 90 minutes to the festival... now of course I forgot to pay for our tickets before hand so that created a real mess plus the doubled the price! You have to pay to get in - then pay again for the wine festival. Needless to say Bubba was oh SO happy about it all...

That and after at least 3 times saying... shouldn't we get some cash... we had to get cash - at the festival - due the increased price and double payment. No comment.

We toured a lovely home on the property and are talking about a girls weekend to see the VA garden clubs decorating the rooms - just like the rose parade - they can't use anything that isn't "live"... check your December Calendar there Ma... the girls want to go.

The bummer about the wine festival was there were maybe half the usual wineries there... and the crowds were unreal! And this apparently is the new hip thing to do... all the beautiful people were there - and frankly they were 9/10's a pain in the backside. They had no interest in what they were drinking they just wanted to drink... a lot. Yeesh. So they talked through the parts I wanted to here so I could learn something -- and frankly I was getting seriously annoyed. So we tried some, we bought some - we ate a bit and headed to our neighbors friends - who I hope we can count as friends as well to play board games and eat a really interesting dinner.

Now when I say interesting that is in a good way... we started with homemade pumpkin soup - it was like spicy pie? Because I was very confused - and so was my tongue - as she had peppery spices and nutmeg and cinnamon in there... but it was indeed tasty. Salad was very nice, then chicken breasts with apples and breadcrumbs and spices stuffed into it, very tasty. The dessert - the best one was her chocolate eclair dessert - very nice. Bubba didn't' like either dessert - oh well. Honestly I don't think he was overly thrilled with the entire dinner - he isn't thrilled with fruit in his hot food, I don't think he liked the pumpkin soup and the only thing he complimented was the gravy. LOL And I'm not the adventurous eater - that was a good meal done well - I wish I could cook like that - Bubba would hate it.

We got home very late - the girls were of course asleep on the couch, I loved, Bubba grumped... we went to bed.

All in all a good day... need to have more of those - just maybe not quiet so long...

This morning we woke, Bubba to a shower me to the Ladies group stuff, cut checks, made my scrap book pages - they aren't great but then again I am not the creative type and with the limited time, resources and frankly patience for this sort of thing - don't complain. It's done and be glad.

So I'm off to shower make some wardrobe decisions, then head to the Ladies Luncheon - alone. Bubba is off to watch football... alone as his buddy is stuck on the West Coast and didn't make it home... cry me a river. If there is any luck this luncheon won't go on forever... which means I'll be home in time to make his highness dinner. Kill me.

If maybe just maybe somebody up there likes me... which I'm beginning to doubt regularly (that he likes me) I'll have time to do a grocery store run and have dinners for next week... which is shaping up to be a real doozy. Stay tuned.

Impatience...

Yes the last time I posted was Wednesday, and yes due to weather I worked from home yesterday and yes I worked all day today -- but no I didn't post here. Forgive me I've got an audit next week and faced some deadlines... so with that out of the way.. the slog home, dogs fed, new dog sitter tended and me and Bubba fed... we can chat.

And let's chat shall we? I'm sure we all remember Monday - the pranging upon my brain of the time worked - it wasn't that long ago... ANY way, Bubba (aka boy wonder) calls me on his way home tonight - the time? 6:30 PM. Then he announces he's going for a massage - so that should put him home - 8-8:30. Actual arrive time: 8:26 (I was in the kitchen).

Now during the phone conversation - I am trying very hard to be cool - mostly saying nothing as the snide and snarky comments were dancing across my internal tongue filter begging to be set free... but no! No boys and girls I did not unleash the filter - it remained firmly in place - he ranted and raved as I calmly pointed out (again) that I had not mentioned his arrival time home since our "discussion" Monday. And I haven't - really - no seriously I mean it!!

He's STILL harping that I'm nagging him about his arrival time home - and I honestly hadn't said a word.. oh sure the tone might have been annoyed but the words were happiness. Frankly it's the line "what do I need to be home for" is the one that really might just pop the filter one day... that won't be pretty but I digress.

Once again the magic fairies have found my kitchen, it's clean, the dishes from "dinner" will be placed in the kitchen magic box Bubba doesn't know how to work (versus the magic boxes in the laundry room - he doesn't know how to work) and tomorrow - well tomorrow is total bliss.

Except for the fact that I have to get up early - I mean when are those teleporter machines going to be invented? Isn't there some geek at MIT or something working on this? It would be so nice to sleep in until 10, do breakfast pop to the location I want to go, do what I want, pop home to love the pups, pop back - you get the idea... and I've wandered again haven't I? Give me a break - it's been a long week.

Sooo - getting back to tomorrow. It's with the neighbors, a wine festival with hot air balloons, and then to a friend's house to play Power Grid - the game that has my neighbor hooked and my husband in numbers bliss. My plan is to drink - and drink more and eat and pass out on the way home. Oh - yeah and call my brother on his birthday with a snoot full... I just have to remember to keep it clean for the nieces... I really have to start working with those two - "Hey E - tell your Dad... Z - do it like this... " hee hee hee problem is I have to be there to enjoy it. Not really the phone calls would be pretty funny too... after all what are Aunties for? And Big sisters are the worse. :-)

Talked to the Dad-ster tonight - funny boy gets on the phone - Mom insisted as proof that he was still alike and kicking... hey Ma - no worries I figure the old boy will haunt one of us if he goes before time - what do you think keeps Bubba breathing regular? And I just wandered again didn't I - really have to stop that... I scare people when they see those dark and twisty places in my brain - heck I forget they are there... then Bubba calls - and they see the light of day - or at least the flashlight of potential and possible.

ANY way... Pap gets all the phone all wispy and tired, save it old man I know Nana - you've been eating good. I'm half tempted some days to have another body part taken out just so Nana will tend to me for a few days - then I remember the rest of that story - and that fades fast.

One last tale I've got a luncheon on Sunday - I wasn't paying attention to the dates - but I've sent in my money and I'm going... I paid for Bubba under the foolish thought that he would forgo one football game to escort his wife - it is Cleveland after all - but NO - he doesn't want to go - and frankly I'm not going to force the issue. I'll have a better time alone. I usually do at these functions. But everyone will ask me where he is... instead of saying working as most everyone knows he's a temp - because "I've got a big mouth" I've decided to go with "something came up he's got to tend to." We'll just leave off that it was Football and hot wings. Plus if I'm lucky I will get to take his dinner home and have it for lunch on Monday... I doubt it - but we'll see.

All right - now hang tight as I'm betting there won't be a post for Saturday but I should be able to make time Sunday... stay tuned.

Well, well, well....

An interesting development last night boys and girls... Bubba found it necessary to explain to me the hours he's been putting in and that they might back off soon. My response? "We had this conversation - do what you have to do - whatever." This led to more 'explanation' LOL.

Seriously? I really - really don't care anymore. Oh and did he get home any earlier last night? That's a big ol NOPE - in fact he was home LATER than he's been since starting this job. No biggie, I cooked dinner - planned ahead don't you know. He cooked his own noodles and ate his dinner. I said nothing about arrival time or anything of the sort. My only question - "how was your day?" I got a "all right" and that was the extent of our conversation. My poor co-workers - I'm going to become way too chatty and I know it. I'll chew Mom's ear off - when I can. :-)

Its Wednesday and a good Wednesday as I am home, I've got a major project to finish by tomorrow so this post will be short and sweet - unless of course his royal highness tries to explain his actions again. I'm sorry but it's just too funny he was major butthead Monday and all explanation and apology Tuesday - I should adopt this policy with more issues. Ah - we'll see - sometimes a good shout helps defuse the tension too... hee hee hee.

Enough time wasting - back to work. It must be time - the pups are sleeping.

Song lyrics for life...

Specifically "you got to know when to hold 'em and know when to fold 'em" that is the approach I am taking with Bubba -- I have folded. After all we all know the definition of insanity is to repeat the same action again and again and expect a different result. I have nagged and argued and whatever and the answer is the same, I'm an accountant this is my life. Fab-o buddy boy you want to do nothing but work - knock yourself out. Good impression - sure honey pie impress away. Longer commute - hold the fricking phone. I've been doing the VA commute for probably 15 out of the 20 years we've lived here - that card don't play at all homey.

I have determined that I will no longer care how long, involved or whatever he works be it in a temporary position or otherwise. Oh yeah you're getting paid for it -- whoopee. Yes it is nice but when you're never home to enjoy it - what the devil is the point? Right? I knew you'd agree with me.

SO... my stress reducing philosophy is this: I work when I have to and do what I have to do and eat my dinner when I get home - and his will be waiting for him. Don't care what time you get home, 6 Pm, Midnight - don't matter to me anymore. I am tired of trying to force conversation, time, whatever - oh so done.

What, you may ask brought about this change? It was really a smack in the head yesterday. It was a Federal Holiday - traffic those days are a dream - I love driving into work on Federal Holidays.. me and 4 other shulbs who have to work... and we're happy about it. Anyway... I had to work late due to software release, this occurs about once every six weeks, they are scheduled, and his royal butthead is made aware of these dates and times - I used to have to travel but as things have gotten better in VA I no longer get to enjoy cranky via phone and another time zone. And I've wandered agian ... I called darling work-a-holic and mentioned this bit of news, he said he was still working and would be doing so until at least 7 PM. I left work at 7:15 I called for a location and ETA home... he was still at work and expected another 30 minutes. My comment? "Cheesy Rice" only the not so nice version. He hung up on me. There boys and girls was the pan across the bow my brain. So as I zipped home I asked myself, "self? Why do you care? You can pay the kid next door for puppy issues, you do the cooking - why are you doing this to yourself? Self - wake up and smell the OCD."

And I did, several phone calls and round and round arguments later -- I made my decision. This is nuts and it will stop. I will no longer care what time his royal highness arrives home - and I will no longer nag/ask/worry/care - of the arrival time or any other issue related to his arrival time home. I think I have proven time and time again - life runs smoother without his issues to tend to - so we're going to deal with my stuff and have a roommate - without the division of labor and expenses. Oh - and the dirty glass leaver.

Now what I find funny is this morning he attempted to tell me what time he "might" be home tonight. I informed him "I don't care" and he continued to talk! I went to the shower. This should be fun.... and smirking in the shower was permitted - he couldn't see it. The facts remain the same - banging your head against the brick wall that is Bubba is like teaching a pig to sing, it only wastes your time and annoys the pig.

I'm done annoying the pig. Let the evening Zen begin.

So today's lesson and homework assignment boys and girls? Find that thing you do over and over again and stop it -- find your small piece of bliss. I have.

Now let's see what he does to screw with this... because we all know he'll find a away...

And the fat lady has sung...

Well more like I pooped out - but the thought is the same - it's all over... fancy tea, dinner out, bagels this morning.. and Baby M and sister-o-mine is headed home. The pups are sleeping in the sun, I am doing laundry, paying bills, (chatting here) and debating dealing with the kitchen... and Bubba is outside cleaning his toys.

He went shooting yesterday - he was happy. Then i had to call him to fetch me home, as Sandy and baby M tired out early - so I sent them home while I helped put the room back together. My feet were not happy when I got home. I hope we made a lot of money because man o man was that a busy luncheon!

But today - ah today - lovely Sunday no Steeler game to ruin the mood, the sun is shining the birds are singing and with any luck I can avoid Bubba for a bit of time... snarky I know but he's been giving me cranky face for 3 days and frankly I'd like to buy another expression please. Even if it is stunned goofiness from the pot in my hand...and we've just wandered down that dark road again haven't we? Forgive me.

Pap is still in the hospital, we've talked to him but he sounded tired. I guess after all he's been through I'd be tired too. Another stress test Tuesday - hopefully then they will send him home. I'm positive he'll be fine - but you want your Pap home and well. And everyone knows my aversion to hospitals and all things medical. So cut it out Pap! Ick. ;-)

I guess I better go tackle that kitchen... in a bit. Enjoy the weather!

Whew....

Well it's Friday it's not midnight and the sandwiches are made. I did have to call and beg assistance from my lovely neighbor-- I got lucky she was home, alone and was pleased to help out! I was SO grateful.

So - that job is done, Sandy and the baby are running late, the kitchen is clean and --- Bubba just asked what I was doing when he can hear the typing on the computer. I'm doing naked yoga - I'm on the freaking computer!

Things are looking up. Of course what I find amazing is that in the time my husband got home, he managed to take a phone call, get the mail, review every line of the mail received and get a pizza.

I got home, let the dogs out, fed the dogs, including filling up Shelby's bucket (BIG bag to more usable bucket) changed my clothes, took out my contacts, unloaded the dishwasher, loaded it back up again organized the dirty dishes into one sink to wash later (good knives etc.) got out the hard cooked eggs, peeled and chopped them. And Bubba read the mail.

He's still sitting in his work clothes. Whatever.

So I made the egg and tuna salad - discovered that the pricey white tuna doesn't go as far as the cheap stuff I use... live and learn but at this point its here eat this and kiss my grits. My fridge is full of sandwiches which I must then transfer tomorrow. There is also an important wardrobe decision to be made. I have to wear a skirt - but the one was going to wear is going to be too warm for the weather... so possible change of plans... we'll see. More than likely I will get lazy and just wear what I was going to wear and be done with it.

Also good news - Dad's procedure went well - I was a bit of worry-nelly yesterday but soldiered through i.e. too busy with work BS to think about it for long periods of time. As Pap made it through with a bit worse for wear - and he's still in the hospital not sure if he had an 'episode' or just post surgery issues... so one more day to be watched like a hawk and have his bodily fluids measured and examined... OH so glad I did not go into medicine. that and puking on people when they are already sick is probably really frowned upon - so geek it is!

On that lovely note - I'm going to sit while I can and wait for Baby M and her Mom... have a great weekend... more later.

I'd like to put in for some extra hours

No - not at work who do you think I am Bubba? No I need some extra hours in the day. Mostly I think at this point to sleep but I could use the time as well to get all the things done I need to do this week. Today is Wednesday. 120 sandwiches are due Saturday.

Testing must be done by Monday - I have already said I'm not working Saturday. Sunday is doable Steelers have a bye week...

I've already put in 2-- 9 plus hour days and still managed to make a pretty decent casserole last night - without going to the grocery store. Simply no energy to face that! I couldn't do it tonight either... so we had soup and sandwiches. And no -- not the kind I have to make Bubba won't eat egg or tuna salad. Tomorrow night - it's "what ever you pick up honey" dinner.

I will be making salads.

I will be assembling either late Friday or early Saturday morning. Won't those be tasty.

So - the new worry of the week--- a person in my chain of command pretty high up came to see my direct boss today. She was in there for the better part of 90 minutes. No one has said nothing to me. Paranoid - you betcha baby. I'll attempt to corner the boss man tomorrow - between 600 pounds of testing and verifications. Did I happen to mention we have major software headed out the door Monday? AND I've said without a doubt my happy fanny is SO not working Saturday. (I do believe I just stated so a few lines up... scroll up so I did) Apparently I am repeating myself even in a blog. Cripes I need a day off... oh wait just had 5 - but they were with Bubba so does that really count? Yeah I guess it does.

Tomorrow my father under goes a procedure he described to me - frankly it sounded a bit medieval and well terribly medical and we won't even get into painful - and well the ick factor is pretty high - not the oozing ick - but well you know -gross and medical. Plus I get to be 4 hours away while he's on the table so it's probably a good thing I'll be up to my neck in bits and bytes while all this is happening. And unlike Mom I won't see the leftovers sticking out of his neck and the lovely grey color folks seem to have after surgery. I'm sure I had it too - but I was too looped to really give a rat's behind. And even though I was warned it will be late in the day until he's done - I'll have my phone with me just because it's me - and my Dad.

After all Pap - I will need someone around to talk football - my brother is useless but possibly trainable - of course I will have to find the tether his wife has around his -- ah -- neck - yeah let's go with neck. Because it's my brother and anything else would be frankly rude and not to mention gross. Really have to get home more and train his girls - my sister's kid is coming along but her father has horrible taste in hockey clubs. St. Louis - pa-lese. Speaking of hockey that season starts soon...not that I can hear anything about it any more....

Why do you ask? Because some penny pinching moron FIRED all the talent on my favorite Pittsburgh sport radio station and now all they get is the national idiots and THEN after the first of the year it becomes DISNEY RADIO. ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME? I apparently am not alone in my general unhappiness there are chats and discussion on the world wide whine. So I have turned to music to drown out the working world around me with an occasional visit to another sports talk station in 'da burgh. But they aren't nearly as good. Perhaps we could have them post pod casts daily... then they would want paid -- after all ESPN did fire everyone. Dirtbags. *sigh* On more cross to bear... ;-)

All right - enough whining and griping for one day. I will end with something positive.... thinking... it will come to me.... give it a second. Oh! It is supposed to be nice, warm and sunny this weekend. There you go. Cripes I need a drink. Let's see what tomorrow brings us shall we?

So 'splain this one to me...

If you are a TEMP - i.e. temporary worker - and you're still putting in a 10-11 hour day? WHA?

Now granted darling Bubba didn't listen to me - the queen of the cross bridge/state commute when I said - don't take public transportation it will take freaking forever... and it did.

But had he worked a regular day - he still would have only been home at 8 PM - not listening to me got his happy (not) fanny home at -- 9:10 PM. Yes you read that right. I went to work, did the grocery store run, ate dinner, loved the dogs, cleaned the kitchen AND went to a meeting - before he got that fanny home! Now - granted I didn't put in a full day but dag nabbit I was an entire hour short in my day!

AND he got a crabby at me when I asked why he was working such long hours on the first freaking day???!!! Seriously! Who does this?

Today - he listened he drove - with my directions and shucky-darn and holy cow it cut 45 minutes off his commute. Go figure. Now let's see what time his happy fanny gets home tonight. Of course I'm testing so it should be fun to see what time I get home tonight. My poor pups - extra love for them.

I left oober early today to get some stuff done before I thought we'd be testing - but alas here I sit waiting - and still waiting. I warned them I am not working Saturday - that is the day of the fancy tea and I'm going! After all I am responsible for 120 sandwiches organizing the girls and making sure people get there! All on Witness Testing week - what the heck was I drinking when I said I'd do all this? Oh yeah I was supposed to only do 60 sandwiches until my "Friend" discovered she couldn't go and dumped her sandwiches on me... I really must learn the word NO.

Stay tuned this week for the midnight makings of the salad 'de tuna and egg... and the hours counts of Bubba the Temp...

I still don't get that one...

Back to work...

And of course it was raining so 90 minutes into work - only to be greeted by the boss man up from Florida... oh joy oh bliss.

They day has gone down hill from there....

The boss of all quality people is screwing now not only with me, but my boss as well - she went above HIS head - then he wants to talk to Me about it... oh joy oh bliss. So we talk I give my opinion and we move on with our day.

Then again I get a call from the "not QA - but QA" person in Huntsville; and she was a bit snippy in my mind. I tried hard to be nice - but yeesh. It's not my job to prove to you what we are doing when you AREN'T EVEN ON THE FREAKING PROJECT. I mean the BOSS doesn't know what she is doing down there!!! All that does is raise my freaking blood pressure.

Plus I won't even mention that certain game yesterday - I mean really! So close yet so far---AND to top it off my father wasn't even home to kibitz with when it was over. Where is the fun in that?? Come on Dad - screw the phone - I need you watching football. Of course I did laundry and other stuff as they were screwing up all over the place - you have to do something else!! Cripes.

All right - its Monday so I've got to jet and spend my Monday night with the girls and hope and pray this mess Saturday magically all comes together. I'm going to be spending a great deal of time on my knees this week. It's testing week - so nice long days - then the threat to work the weekend - the very weekend of my big Ladies' Group luncheon - I'm tired just thinking about it.

Enough griping - I've got 600 pounds of crap to do...

Ah.

That is the only way I can put it. I went with the girls yesterday - it was 9/10's good. 9/10's because I had to wear a dress and forgot a part for the new girl - hey - give me a break I'm lucky I remembered my own crap. Ah well.

But got home - dashed over to the neighbors and enjoyed Chinese food, and a good game of Power Grid. This game is like Monopoly plus Risk with some Sim City tossed in for fun. Totally addictive - problem is Bubba has figured it out and we're all screwed. He's won the last two times we've played. As he put it - "its numbers hon - I'm good at them"

Yeah yeah - Mr. CPA... I'll figure out a way to win - right after I figure out how to balance our check book. (insert laugh track here)

So today is Sunday - Sunday is a good day. Sunday in the fall - equals football and we've got a good one today. AT home - a threatened father-in-law visit, not defcon 1 as with the Mother-in-law visit but still Bubba has had an alert in the code status... kitchen is clean so are the bathrooms - I'm all green.

I'm off to prep lunch, hamburgers and hot dogs, with cole slaw and maybe even a beer - why not cap off vacation week with a brew? Most likely I'll stick to pop -- we do have to get up and go to work tomorrow. Yep - Bubba too. He's got a temp job until he finds the one job that lights up his board-- or whatever.

Hey it's income and he's not home alone - don't complain. I'm certainly not.

Enjoy your Sunday and GO STEELERS.

I feel pretty...

Oh so pretty... We blew back into town with the weather and vegged for the rest of the day. Pups were a bit clingy but all was well.

I got my hair done - no more grey and it's a good 2 inches shorter. Bubba's pithy comment was "its shorter - but you've done worse."

Thanks hon.

He's been up and down since we've gotten home - he was SO not happy about having to fill out 12 pages of paperwork for his new temp job on Monday. He met today with the recruiter we'll see what kind of mood he comes home with.

I went and had my nails done - hence the I feel pretty...

Perhaps I can sweet talk him into dinner out or ordering in tonight. I cooked last night, and I really don't want to do it again. Spoiled be I. We'll see.

Tomorrow we're off to our separate ways and then enjoying some time with the neighbors - Sunday is all football all day - GO Steelers. NOT that I can pull up my favorite Pittsburgh Radio station - ESPN apparently has done some massive radio on line take over and all you get is their crappy national shows... don't get me started. Perhaps I will do a hard target dig or start some kind of face book campaign... I've got to do something I'm starting to have with drawls.

He just called - sounds like he's a in a good mood - that could change quickly so hang on.

Just in case you're interested - its a beautiful sunny day today - barely a cloud in the sky. The gods hate me.

Still a crappy day at the beach beats a day at work...