Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Rumors of my demise....

Have been not been tweeted therefore are not true. (Mom I will explain that statement later...) but it has indeed been over a week since last I posted and without a vacation to explain my absence from the keyboard. As I documented last week we had a real scare with Miss Violet, where I thought I was going to lose her... but she has managed to figure out how to get around without bumping into everything and she's eating again.

Let's start with where we left off shall we? Tuesday PM I leave my briefing and was happily noting we got out early. This took a few minutes to process as did everything last Tuesday due to the fact 2.5 hours of solid sleep does not make Aunt Ing's brain work all that well - if at all. So headed home, checking in with work, no major issues there, checking in with Vet, on my way in... get to the doggie ER and see Miss Violet in her crate, all tubed up, still looking a bit off kilter but at least her eyes weren't spinning anymore. They were waiting for a visit from the cardiologist so I would have to leave her for a bit, they would call me when done and with news.

Thus far we've spent a house payment to figure out - she's got an old dog's disease and they aren't sure of it's origin... really? Lie to me for that amount of freaking money... tell me it's her lower right/left lobe of the mandible guerta. I would have stared at the doc, the brain would have yawned and then screamed "WHAT?" but it would have been an answer. I would have repeated the same stupid statement to the Bubba he would have asked for details I would have looked at him dumbly and we would have moved on.

Wednesday -- ah Wednesday first day of the Grand tour of the Supreme Queen for the Lady Shriners. I slept in, I tended to home issues, I got dressed and met the ladies and drive to Cumberland, Maryland. Met up with Mom, Dad did well on his stress test so it's all good.

So Banquet, meeting, make a dork of myself (again) drove home, died.

Thursday - repeat. Except me and Mom went to Baltimore, meeting banquet (not as good) home and night-y night.

Friday - up, big breakfast, home meeting in Washington DC, banquet, home, mellow and ahh... didn't log on, did check the blackberry no major flames so really was't worried about getting on line.

Bubba was home late Tuesday night - and then I saw him again Friday night. hee, hee, hee. Hey I left him something to eat for dinner two of the three nights I was gone. and with Mom in the house, he couldn't grump about "lodge crap".

Saturday - that was a good day. We were up, moving went to the Amish market for breakfast enjoyed it very much. Then we dumped Bubba who honestly looked glassy eyed and tired - he went to the hey-you-almost-a-doctor-shop Wednesday as he came back from Vegas with the sicks... and I wanted NO parts of that!

So Bubba dumped, we went to the pet store to get doggie treats, and violet more canned dog food. It took until Friday morning for Violet to decide to eat, she heard me talking to Dr. Brad the world's greatest vet and since she didn't want to go visit another doctor she ate her breakfast Friday morning. Stinker.

But since then she's been eating regular, of course we've gone from one full can of stinky soft dog food to a couple of tablespoons mixed with her kibble. Its still stinky but one can goes further. We went to the shoe store - I got a new pair of clogs and the cutest pair of dressy shoes - I am desperate to wear them. I got them on the sale rack... I love the shoe store sale rack. Then we went to Trader Joe's I stocked up, Nana had some fun.

We came home, hung out, went out to dinner, not to the place we originally planned and while the food was good - the service was awful. Live and learn.

Sunday - Nana packed up and headed North after all I'm sure by now Pap was missing her, I putzed, as did Bubba, he went to get a hair cut, and he went grocery shopping for me.. bonus I didn't have to leave the house. Watched 3/4's of the Steeler game then went to bed, that was all she wrote - one word of advice boys - stop listening to the press. YOU ARE NOT THE BEST TEAM FOOTBALL - it's called the end zone dip wade - FIND IT! I am not above breaking Jeff Reed's big toe so you have to figure out that a touchdown is worth more points than a freaking field goal. Yeesh and enough already.

Monday - Monday Monday-- can't touch that day... sorry channeling a little 60's folk music there. Well it was back to work, the usual day, staff meeting, the latest surprise from the Southern contingent and then home. Made dinner and off to a meeting for the Ladies Group - the big state wide big wigs were in town. thankfully we have a gal who runs a quick and no nonsense meeting, we were in out and done.
I left early because I could, and because I had to be back Tuesday night and Wednesday morning? Why? The lodge has bugs - the icky icky bugs. Roaches.

Tuesday - ah Tuesday brought a whole new series of pissing contests at work, the Southern group was having an audit - did they bother to tell anyone in VA? Of course not - keep up with the stories gang. Now all of a sudden we are getting questions and they are demanding answers and I ask more questions - like is the person looking at our stuff properly trained and cleared? No answer.

Here is the information you want -- not good enough. Another VA team member helped me and I sent that information along. Good enough for this crowd? Of course not. Now they want me to dig into the information I sent, and pull out the one nugget that will answer their question. Think about that boy and girls, I send them a document and say - this should answer your question. They read the email then send me a message saying - basically - go into the document you sent me YOU read it and tell me what it said and point me to the one place that answers the question I asked you in the first place. Huh? Kiss my grits. I am desperately trying not to send back a message with the following text, "Dear Southern PITA's I will put the same priority to your request that you put on my requests. I should be done in a few days." (which according to their time/space ripple will be sometime late next week).

Today - Wednesday is my day at home. And It's all so very very nice except for having to get up at 0-dark-30 to meet the bug guy at the lodge. Thanks Bubba for setting up that appointment so freaking early... if it were up to me it would have been 1:00 pm. Thus far today I'd dealt with that, checked my email, enjoyed the back and forth between my boss and the Southern Napoleon telling me I am refusing his request - which I am not - he has all the information he needs if he's willing READ THE FREAKING DOCUMENT. and I've wandered... I've spoken to my father, he's all squared away - forgot to email him with a requested link - all tended. Sorry Pap. And then I got a call from the Girl's group adult. Now I've caught everyone up, I'm going to post, then work on finding another job... OH SO tired of the one I got.

Stayed tuned... there might be some napping later this afternoon.

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