I started to post Friday then I died; then I went home, went to bed and didn't rise again until Saturday - upon which I then sat on the couch while our Hero Bubba- believe it or not ran the errands for that Saturday. Until his massage appointment - and then Penguins hockey - but hey he was helpful up until then.
I have a meeting - will post more on our weekend, the Friday that was, and the Monday evening I am about to enjoy. Stay tuned!
Ok - so Meeting over - need to seriously consider downers for one particular Rainbow girl but I am drinking so it will be all right. ;-) Yeah Ok so what if it's green tea I'm still drinking... it's soothing.
Where to begin? Let's start with Friday as Thursday is long ago and the brain she don't hold that much any more... so Friday. Woke, felt so-so but managed to get my lazy fanny into work, while dropping off dry cleaning and dealing with a Friday commute. (not bad) I worked 3/4 of the day before deciding sliding onto the floor (ick) and napping right there wasn't a good thing. Plus when I don't want to eat you know there has to be an issue. So got home, let the pups out, took out my contacts, took off my shoes and crawled into bed. After I jacked up the heat - can't wait to hear the whine about THIS electric bill... anyhow. I slept - from 3:30 PM until 7:00 PM when Bubba called. He calls to tell me that he is going to have a beer with co-workers as someone is leaving. Go. I mumble - he gathers from the tone and the monosyllabic answer that something is amiss... I tell him in not so graphic detail the journey that has been my last 4 hours.
I'm hot I'm cold, I sleeping, I'm in the bathroom wondering when I might see my shoes from the wrong end... (see bill Cosby for drinking reference there). And our hero smartly says, "You're sick?" Had I had a working brain cell there might have been some clever banter here - as not he got, "Yes".
I agreed to feed the dogs - especially since they were now awake and aware that is was indeed dinner time - and he would be home after said beer. "groovy"
Up, fed, back to bed. He calls 5 minutes later - "ugh" He nicely asks if he can get me juice or soda. I ask for OJ and 7up - and hang up. I rise from the dead when he so nicely comes into the room, to change clothes (meaning has flipped on every light we have, has dropped his bag, and has woken the dogs so sleeping through that would have been akin to sleeping through WWII) This is also how he leaves when he has a 6 AM flight and he must leave at 2AM. And you wonder why I "accidentally" hit the doorbell on MY way out ... but really it was an accident - both times - or was it three - I digress.
So I don't see the outside of my eyelids until Shelby won't take "no" for an answer at 9:30 Saturday morning. For her that's like 2 hours past BREAKFAST. So up, fed, couch, stayed. While the internal churning had indeed slowed - mostly because frankly there was nothing left to churn - I was still feeling like 6 miles of bad road - versus the 25 of the previous day. So I sucked down the orange juice, managed half a slice of toast and discovered that even with 600 billion TV channels TV sucks on Saturday afternoon - because frankly i don't want to watch Giatia De-Skinny-Italian-my-fanny and her perfect size 2 family in the wilds of the Rocky Mountains while she whips up the perfect dish to go with her surroundings. And movies - my tummy was unhappy enough didn't need more blood and gore - and chick flicks - a plot would be nice. Where is Steele Magnolias when you need it? Yes I was too lazy to put in my copy... I flipped channels sue me.
Bubba made a list - he conquered said list - he only called 3 or 4 times, but it was all good feature selections, colors and sizes, and the final check on a dinner preference. Again until said massage and hockey times arrived... We did freeze dried chicken with the rest of the thanksgiving leftovers. I was by-then hungry. Ate, rested and went back to bed.
Sunday - was the dawn of a new day. (Poetic no?) Bubba in full helpful mode got bagels and I was able to attend the Rainbow event. All went well - made a grocery store run then came home made dinner and watch football... late into the night in which I had not planned on doing - but a certain Pittsburgh football team apparently is trying to kill of most of the population of said city with it's almost-football-type play last night. Apparently the officials were in on the land deal as well.
You cannot pull the kind of football foolishness as appeared last night and expect people who live off of sausage and peppers, cabbage and noodles and mashed potatoes and corn not to have massive strokes with that kind of crap. You just can't. OF course UPMC might be having an off year and might have needed the cardiac patients... I'm wandering.
AND while I'm off the path let me tell you something MR. NBC guy EWWWW enough shots of Ben's nose - we ALL saw it the first 200 times you showed it and the doctors trying to figure out which way was bent BEFORE... you added tele-straighter to the darn thing does not help! Dinner was a wobbly for a while there... ick and double. No wonder he couldn't hit anyone throwing the ball he was seeing double and he nose had to be in the way!
AND another thing - WHO paid off those officials last night! I mean really they nail the Steelers for breathing wrong on a QB ours gets his nose busted and NOTHING! seriously? Really!!! Not that I'm upset about any of this - or had any trouble falling asleep last night - not like I watched up until that last 90 seconds of the darn game - because I just KNEW they were going to find a way to blow it... but amazingly - they held on - and Baltimore was left wondering what happened. Sorry boys - sometimes the dirty play just doesn't pan out....
And breathe... it's all Zen.
Haven't even mentioned the work news... the boss is leaving - in 2 weeks. Fun! He said it wasn't as if he was looking, it just happened. Right. He announced this Friday - of course I was running on 23% power so it was more "ugh" - today with full engagement I realize that life as I know it is going to get a tad more interesting in the new year... and yes working on that new job so much faster now - between everything else I have packed into my life....
I really need to figure out how not to sleep to get this all done. I will find a way. I will be up early tomorrow and Wednesday - but I have 2 work at home days this week, thanks to Bubba's car and the company party. That ain't bad. Now to find my Christmas cheer... something tells me it's with the egg nog recipe.
Chat at you Tuesday...
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