Bubba jumped on the computer yesterday and by the time he got done - doing whatever he does on there I had less than no interest in getting on the computer. Plus it was time to make his dinner - I'm sweating like a pig in front of a hot stove and oven he comes upstairs and jacked up the heat! He was chilly. MOVE butt head - or come stand in the kitchen for 5 flipping minutes.
Dinner was enjoyed - by me. He stated there wasn't enough sour cream in the potatoes and maybe a bit more bbq sauce on pork chops. Eat it and shut up already. It was a pretty mellow Sunday, yes we got the new computer installed, i.e. I plugged everything in. Its all talking to each other - bonus. Had a girl's group thing Saturday, it was sparse but went off without much of a hitch - another bonus. Bubba had the afternoon to himself, massage, lunch came home and settled in for a movie then remembered he said he'd go to the grocery store - so I beat him home. LOL
Today - well today has been a Monday. Quick trip to the mechanic - my exhaust system has developed a rust related issue and it sounds like the new drummer has discovered the cymbals. clang clang clang. It will go in later this week. My poor truck - its getting to the point where it's being held together with road salt, bubble gum and duct tape. But the seat warmers still work - those die - I'll be getting a new family truckster.
I have been very unmotivated by work today - not good I've got plenty to keep me busy I just don't have the need to do - as I am feeling like a broken mule with a full pack and an uphill climb in from of me. Can it Pedro - so NOT in the mood for this hike today. Got through the staff meeting without much trouble - managed to get through that without calling the Southern Senior Code Jockey an idiot or moron without the mute button firmly depressed. Another Bonus!
I am thinking we're having pasta for dinner to night - I need some comfort food. Or it won't take much energy to boil water and hot up jarred sauce - here eat this. Yep - so got Wife of the Year sown up early!
Still need to come up with something creative with the neighbors - a Packers fan - but in the spirit of fun. We shall see...
Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Quick hit... more later
First post from the new computer.. same internet connection, same monitor and printers but there is a Terabyte of hard drive space to have fun with and a new DVD read/write drive to play with...
Bubba was helpful - he took the empty box back upstairs and complained about the clutter in the office. Thanks hon I'll see what I can do about that while I'm underneath the desk stuffing cords through holes in the back of the desk here. No problem pumpkin.
He's said something about lunch - I'm going to make him take me out. Because I'm cooking tonight. :-)
ll righty then - more news later as I will have time to kill, hockey and heaven knows what today, plus I've a story of the southern code jockey and the customer quality gal who just made my life a bigger living heck. stay tuned.
Bubba was helpful - he took the empty box back upstairs and complained about the clutter in the office. Thanks hon I'll see what I can do about that while I'm underneath the desk stuffing cords through holes in the back of the desk here. No problem pumpkin.
He's said something about lunch - I'm going to make him take me out. Because I'm cooking tonight. :-)
ll righty then - more news later as I will have time to kill, hockey and heaven knows what today, plus I've a story of the southern code jockey and the customer quality gal who just made my life a bigger living heck. stay tuned.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
At least he wasn't alone...
Darling Bubba - left his office at 3:30 pm Wednesday afternoon - along with 3 million other Metro DC residents... he arrived home at 10:50 PM. That is not an stretch for comedy - those are the bare bones facts... and with 7 hour plus commute - he was considered lucky.
Now there were A LOT of phone calls home and while I was up and on line I was checking traffic cameras... then at about 10:00 PM I get back on line and guide him to the one exit off the unplowed major artery in which he was trapped. That drive (exit to home) on a regular day should have taken him 15 minutes with lights. It took him 50 minutes. He finally got home only to hit the drive way a bit wide, and he got stuck. At that point he turned off the car, darn near ran into the house and blessed the gods above for indoor plumbing.
He ate dinner, while dealing with email, and telling his boss he'd been in late. Then at 11:20 last evening WE were outside shoveling the driveway. We got 9/10's done and I bailed - plus I had the dirt shovel not the snow shovel and the snow kept sticking to the shovel!
We lost an evergreen in the back yard and it appears to have taken out my lilac bush as well. The other half of the evergreen tree is leaning toward the neighbors behind us... but one of his bushes is leaning over his fence into our yard as well so maybe they are holding each other up... please god.
We slept in a bit this morning as we knew and the news told us don't plan on an early morning if you can help it - and we could. So up and moving, Bubba finished the driveway, changed into work clothes and then logged on for over an hour while I was upstairs with the document I saved yesterday in anticipation of having to shared the Internet connection. I was in 'lazy' clothes i.e. warm woolies, sweatpants and slippers. Why dress when I wasn't going anywhere. Except for moving downstairs to the office and Internet connection.
Oh sure Bubba tried to give me errands today - to which I reminded him that I was working today and was not making plans to be out and about. Deal with it.
Bubba headed out to work about lunchtime and I am enjoying the peace and quiet of a working day from home. I've got plenty to keep me busy - and no real desire to do it - but I am slogging through the work...
I am beginning to wonder about me in the fact that I would rather stay home, and work then try to fight the crazy people on the roads and go into the office. Darling Bubba darn near ran out of the house today. He was on a conference call - and before it was over he had his computer packed up and his coat on before it was over! And he was anxious that the call had run over and he needed to get going. I mean - really?? Who is in the wrong or is neither? We are who we are I guess... just makes me shake my head...
Plus I have come to enjoy the quiet....
Now there were A LOT of phone calls home and while I was up and on line I was checking traffic cameras... then at about 10:00 PM I get back on line and guide him to the one exit off the unplowed major artery in which he was trapped. That drive (exit to home) on a regular day should have taken him 15 minutes with lights. It took him 50 minutes. He finally got home only to hit the drive way a bit wide, and he got stuck. At that point he turned off the car, darn near ran into the house and blessed the gods above for indoor plumbing.
He ate dinner, while dealing with email, and telling his boss he'd been in late. Then at 11:20 last evening WE were outside shoveling the driveway. We got 9/10's done and I bailed - plus I had the dirt shovel not the snow shovel and the snow kept sticking to the shovel!
We lost an evergreen in the back yard and it appears to have taken out my lilac bush as well. The other half of the evergreen tree is leaning toward the neighbors behind us... but one of his bushes is leaning over his fence into our yard as well so maybe they are holding each other up... please god.
We slept in a bit this morning as we knew and the news told us don't plan on an early morning if you can help it - and we could. So up and moving, Bubba finished the driveway, changed into work clothes and then logged on for over an hour while I was upstairs with the document I saved yesterday in anticipation of having to shared the Internet connection. I was in 'lazy' clothes i.e. warm woolies, sweatpants and slippers. Why dress when I wasn't going anywhere. Except for moving downstairs to the office and Internet connection.
Oh sure Bubba tried to give me errands today - to which I reminded him that I was working today and was not making plans to be out and about. Deal with it.
Bubba headed out to work about lunchtime and I am enjoying the peace and quiet of a working day from home. I've got plenty to keep me busy - and no real desire to do it - but I am slogging through the work...
I am beginning to wonder about me in the fact that I would rather stay home, and work then try to fight the crazy people on the roads and go into the office. Darling Bubba darn near ran out of the house today. He was on a conference call - and before it was over he had his computer packed up and his coat on before it was over! And he was anxious that the call had run over and he needed to get going. I mean - really?? Who is in the wrong or is neither? We are who we are I guess... just makes me shake my head...
Plus I have come to enjoy the quiet....
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Next time....
I tell it's raining ice - get in your car and get your fanny home - don't wait for it to keep going for an hour then change into snow then decide to come home. Now here I sit with my ear to the phone keeping you company while your crawl your way home in blowing snow and mess.
Bravo - moron... so here I sit watching it come down... looking at traffic cameras and driving the route with him.... idiot... He's on the beltway the hardest part of him getting home is going to be the drive from the major roads to the neighborhood road... it already looks awful.
After all the BS of yesterday - I offered to meet him at the door with a beer. He'll need it - I've done that crappy never ending commute before. I have learned to leave with the first snow flake and get home or face the mess he's dealing with. Slow moving and really crappy long drive home...
On the work front only had two emails regarding reviews today. Pretty minor all in all... but still really really tired of talking about it. Did get an email invite from the customer to discuss Quality issues - oh that should be fun - and I wonder if we should start a pool to see the southern moron will even show up to the meeting. After all he's so terribly busy. (barf)
OH Great story today!! Went out late lunch to get my errands run, bank for ladies' group, quit pop to the post office and to Costco -- for beach chairs. Parking was the biggest hassle - I swear what is it about people when they get into the Costco parking lot they turn into babbling idiots! I parked walked in, brief panic when I didn't see the chairs - they were just there Sunday!! Wandered over - and ahhh chairs. Picked out two red beach chairs - with coolers, cell phone holder and strap for wearing as a backpack.... went the check out - paid and headed back outside. Very quick. Then I'm heading back to the family truckster -- now with new rattle -- the guy getting the carts looked at me and quipped "I like your thinking." I had to share.
Called Nana and Pap - asked them the definition of an optimist - a woman who buys two beach chairs when 10-15 inches of snow is predicted. LOL That would be ME!
But right now I've got an idiot husband stuck out on the major roads of Washington DC trying to make his way home. If that were me my bigger issue is the closer I got to home the worse I'd have to pee... but that's just me.
Is there a way to get it through idiot's head that work is NOT the priority in your life - take care of you and yours first. OK enough - I will update when he finally makes it home. I let him enjoy his beer then nag him within an inch of his life.
Bravo - moron... so here I sit watching it come down... looking at traffic cameras and driving the route with him.... idiot... He's on the beltway the hardest part of him getting home is going to be the drive from the major roads to the neighborhood road... it already looks awful.
After all the BS of yesterday - I offered to meet him at the door with a beer. He'll need it - I've done that crappy never ending commute before. I have learned to leave with the first snow flake and get home or face the mess he's dealing with. Slow moving and really crappy long drive home...
On the work front only had two emails regarding reviews today. Pretty minor all in all... but still really really tired of talking about it. Did get an email invite from the customer to discuss Quality issues - oh that should be fun - and I wonder if we should start a pool to see the southern moron will even show up to the meeting. After all he's so terribly busy. (barf)
OH Great story today!! Went out late lunch to get my errands run, bank for ladies' group, quit pop to the post office and to Costco -- for beach chairs. Parking was the biggest hassle - I swear what is it about people when they get into the Costco parking lot they turn into babbling idiots! I parked walked in, brief panic when I didn't see the chairs - they were just there Sunday!! Wandered over - and ahhh chairs. Picked out two red beach chairs - with coolers, cell phone holder and strap for wearing as a backpack.... went the check out - paid and headed back outside. Very quick. Then I'm heading back to the family truckster -- now with new rattle -- the guy getting the carts looked at me and quipped "I like your thinking." I had to share.
Called Nana and Pap - asked them the definition of an optimist - a woman who buys two beach chairs when 10-15 inches of snow is predicted. LOL That would be ME!
But right now I've got an idiot husband stuck out on the major roads of Washington DC trying to make his way home. If that were me my bigger issue is the closer I got to home the worse I'd have to pee... but that's just me.
Is there a way to get it through idiot's head that work is NOT the priority in your life - take care of you and yours first. OK enough - I will update when he finally makes it home. I let him enjoy his beer then nag him within an inch of his life.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Bonus Round....
Because apparently the southern contingent shared his idiot pills today with Bubba. This will be short and sweet and to the point...
Master Bubba calls home at 7:45 PM this evening, wanting details on dinner, stir fry, and then 10 minutes of his usually incoherent babble that means nothing to anyone but him... oh goodie.
He arrives home 45 minutes later, announces to me that the new rattle in my car is not my engine but I should take it into the mechanic to be sure. Thank you Dr. Detroit.
Then he announces what the electric bill is for last month - then more quietly admits we used less electricity that we did last year. But it costs more. Read a freaking newspaper - the price of shit is going up - deal with it.
There is a discussion of computers - the new one has arrived as the old one has decided to work again on a regular basis. No biggie. But again Master Bubba must go on and on for the 12th time in a week about what to do with the disk drive we have yadda, yadda, yadda. It does not strike him as odd that his wife works with computers all day but he still feels the need to instruct her on what to do with a disk drive and the new computer. Really Skippy? When this bit of information is pointed out to him, he gets grumpy. He goes upstairs to change his clothes.
Now let me wander off our little time line for another important piece of information. Dinner tonight is being served on Romain noodles - sans the salty packet - idea stolen from the Food Network. Back when we were young bucks I didn't make said noodle dish to the satisfaction of Master Bubba and decreed that I would never again make said noodle dish for his royal ass and I haven't. Tangent over...
That was important because as he came downstairs Master Bubba was dismayed to find that no water had been put on the burner to boil. There was a pot on the stove with water in it - at 8:00 pm when I ate dinner. All he had to do was turn the burner on and cook his noodles. The meat and veggies with the sauce was already done and warming on the stove. I got the "thanks for the effort" crack and decided I had had enough for today. HE HAD TO TURN ON THE FREAKING BURNER AND BOIL WATER - will someone please explain to me what is so hard about that? Did he have to slice, chop, or cook anything - DOES HE EVER?
AND the better part - he had to have help figuring out which burner he actually turned on. Nope not joking. Is there another man in this country that has such kitchen issues - who doesn't have a paid staff - because cupcake I am NOT paid staff - by any stretch of the imagination.
So when Master Bubba was challenged over his perceived slight of his wife not preparing his dinners and presenting to his royal highness on a plate of gleaming gold. It was pointed out to him, that again the magic fairies had made his dirty shirts cleaned and pressed, the meat and veggie portion of his meal was sitting there waiting for him - and had he not bitched so freaking much those many years ago - I would have made his noodles. So next time dorkus - shut the pie hole and you'll get what you want. Keep this crap up and you'll learn to boil water or starve - because I will take up on "If you don't want to cook my dinner you don't have to..."
Don't tempt me Bubba.
Master Bubba calls home at 7:45 PM this evening, wanting details on dinner, stir fry, and then 10 minutes of his usually incoherent babble that means nothing to anyone but him... oh goodie.
He arrives home 45 minutes later, announces to me that the new rattle in my car is not my engine but I should take it into the mechanic to be sure. Thank you Dr. Detroit.
Then he announces what the electric bill is for last month - then more quietly admits we used less electricity that we did last year. But it costs more. Read a freaking newspaper - the price of shit is going up - deal with it.
There is a discussion of computers - the new one has arrived as the old one has decided to work again on a regular basis. No biggie. But again Master Bubba must go on and on for the 12th time in a week about what to do with the disk drive we have yadda, yadda, yadda. It does not strike him as odd that his wife works with computers all day but he still feels the need to instruct her on what to do with a disk drive and the new computer. Really Skippy? When this bit of information is pointed out to him, he gets grumpy. He goes upstairs to change his clothes.
Now let me wander off our little time line for another important piece of information. Dinner tonight is being served on Romain noodles - sans the salty packet - idea stolen from the Food Network. Back when we were young bucks I didn't make said noodle dish to the satisfaction of Master Bubba and decreed that I would never again make said noodle dish for his royal ass and I haven't. Tangent over...
That was important because as he came downstairs Master Bubba was dismayed to find that no water had been put on the burner to boil. There was a pot on the stove with water in it - at 8:00 pm when I ate dinner. All he had to do was turn the burner on and cook his noodles. The meat and veggies with the sauce was already done and warming on the stove. I got the "thanks for the effort" crack and decided I had had enough for today. HE HAD TO TURN ON THE FREAKING BURNER AND BOIL WATER - will someone please explain to me what is so hard about that? Did he have to slice, chop, or cook anything - DOES HE EVER?
AND the better part - he had to have help figuring out which burner he actually turned on. Nope not joking. Is there another man in this country that has such kitchen issues - who doesn't have a paid staff - because cupcake I am NOT paid staff - by any stretch of the imagination.
So when Master Bubba was challenged over his perceived slight of his wife not preparing his dinners and presenting to his royal highness on a plate of gleaming gold. It was pointed out to him, that again the magic fairies had made his dirty shirts cleaned and pressed, the meat and veggie portion of his meal was sitting there waiting for him - and had he not bitched so freaking much those many years ago - I would have made his noodles. So next time dorkus - shut the pie hole and you'll get what you want. Keep this crap up and you'll learn to boil water or starve - because I will take up on "If you don't want to cook my dinner you don't have to..."
Don't tempt me Bubba.
Well that takes.... something
Today is a work post - because something happened today that I frankly thought I would never see. I never knew ANYONE with a set of - well brass ones to pull this kind of underhanded crapola and in front of your customer no less... Shall I detail?
I am sitting in third of four teleconferences of my Tuesday. This one has the new project manager and other team members including a member of the southern contingent... the one member of the southern contingent who is the biggest pain in our collective backsides... we go through the meeting, no biggie. Then... we are going around the room, anything else anyone needs to discuss, enter our 'hero' from the land of fried dill pickles...
Boy genius asks, why does our customer mandate all these reviews of the software, we are under such a time crunch we don't have time for quality reviews or reviews of the safety personnel. Let that sink in, a technical lead, asks the CUSTOMER why he has to have his software reviewed for quality and safety checks. Really.
While I was sitting in the conference room in VA really just flipping out - the Quality person for the customer in her measured, monotone, and unemotional spoke calmly, methodically and tells this yutz that there is a contract requirement for an independent review, who would you (southern idiot) have that done by if not the Quality organization? (insert total silence here). Well that wasn't good enough he starts harping of the Safety Engineer's role. Again Madame Monotone simply states that the ultimate military customer has the written into all contracts - including ours that Safety Critical requirements must be addressed, reviewed and certified and when would that be done if not while the software was being built and reviewed? (again we hear the sound of southern crickets - they squeak with a y'all at the end-- in case you didn't know)
AND still this putz continues to argue his point while I am now laughing like a loon! Oh still pissed as he's publicly questioning MY integrity and how I do my job but it finally dawns on me - he's stepped into a giant pile of poo and isn't smelling anything close to a rose.... Finally the customer manager says we need to have another meeting to discuss these issues, and I sit back and smile.
Can't wait for that one - because as we all here in Northern VA know - there is a 50-50 chance of Mr. Putz actually showing up to said meeting is pretty nonexistent.
I had another spin around the crazy wheel from another southern irritant but the new PM has made me feel better about that - and I have a nice project to keep my work from home day nice and busy. What joy what bliss...
Oh - and prediction of snow tonight - again tomorrow is Wednesday. Life boys and girls are sometimes just the simple and sometimes that nice.
OK so heading home, first picking up Bubba's shirts, then home, dinner, laundry and dead to the world by 9 PM. This day started WAY too freaking early.
Brass ones big boy -- too bad they are about to be crushed... And here I sit waiting with baited breath...
I am sitting in third of four teleconferences of my Tuesday. This one has the new project manager and other team members including a member of the southern contingent... the one member of the southern contingent who is the biggest pain in our collective backsides... we go through the meeting, no biggie. Then... we are going around the room, anything else anyone needs to discuss, enter our 'hero' from the land of fried dill pickles...
Boy genius asks, why does our customer mandate all these reviews of the software, we are under such a time crunch we don't have time for quality reviews or reviews of the safety personnel. Let that sink in, a technical lead, asks the CUSTOMER why he has to have his software reviewed for quality and safety checks. Really.
While I was sitting in the conference room in VA really just flipping out - the Quality person for the customer in her measured, monotone, and unemotional spoke calmly, methodically and tells this yutz that there is a contract requirement for an independent review, who would you (southern idiot) have that done by if not the Quality organization? (insert total silence here). Well that wasn't good enough he starts harping of the Safety Engineer's role. Again Madame Monotone simply states that the ultimate military customer has the written into all contracts - including ours that Safety Critical requirements must be addressed, reviewed and certified and when would that be done if not while the software was being built and reviewed? (again we hear the sound of southern crickets - they squeak with a y'all at the end-- in case you didn't know)
AND still this putz continues to argue his point while I am now laughing like a loon! Oh still pissed as he's publicly questioning MY integrity and how I do my job but it finally dawns on me - he's stepped into a giant pile of poo and isn't smelling anything close to a rose.... Finally the customer manager says we need to have another meeting to discuss these issues, and I sit back and smile.
Can't wait for that one - because as we all here in Northern VA know - there is a 50-50 chance of Mr. Putz actually showing up to said meeting is pretty nonexistent.
I had another spin around the crazy wheel from another southern irritant but the new PM has made me feel better about that - and I have a nice project to keep my work from home day nice and busy. What joy what bliss...
Oh - and prediction of snow tonight - again tomorrow is Wednesday. Life boys and girls are sometimes just the simple and sometimes that nice.
OK so heading home, first picking up Bubba's shirts, then home, dinner, laundry and dead to the world by 9 PM. This day started WAY too freaking early.
Brass ones big boy -- too bad they are about to be crushed... And here I sit waiting with baited breath...
Monday, January 24, 2011
No weekend post
First our home computer is a bit wonky - so I'm not on it much. Then when I want on the darn thing - Bubba has taken up residence... I don't ask what he's doing on there because he ain't bugging me. Let him surf I will enjoy peace and quiet and quality remote time... and maybe a bit too much Food Network. To go off the path a bit - has anyone seen the show on A&E called Hoarders? Oh gross and gross - they show these poor souls who have a disorder that they can't throw anything out. Their homes have these small pathways to move around in and the rest is piles upon piles of stuff. I mean there was a woman who couldn't throw out a chair in which MICE were living! It's like a car accident - you can't stop watching even when you are sitting there with your Clorox clean up and rubber gloves!
Ok - enough TV talk - on to the weekend...
Parental units decided they didn't want to fight snow - so they stayed home. That was cool - but that meant I got to enjoy a quiet weekend alone - Bubba was off with the boys most of Saturday - I was a veggie. And enjoyed it. Oh my kitchen was clean, there was some picking up there was a lot of quality reading time... it was all good. We wandered off to a quick dinner out - and then vegged into the night. Sunday - Sunday was another matter all together. Bubba was up and in a good mood - oh lucky me. We went through coupons - post bagels, then we were off to Costco - spent WAY too much money and apparently I had some mental breakdown when it came down to laundry soap, I bought 2 big containers - I won't need laundry soap until 2013. I won't need dish washing soap until then either. I had coupons - sue me.
On the up side - got a new beach chair - you wear it like a back pack WITH! a cooler and a place for your cell phone and other fun things. I have to go back tonight and get two more - really should have called BEFORE I checked out. ah well the place was a freaking zoo! But that is Costco on Sunday. Hopefully today won't be as bad... and I'm a size 2. No biggie - the chairs are up front, grab 2 and off to the check outs.
Then we went to the office supply store - Bubba needed forms for the cleaning lady's taxes... the world will stop if he doesn't have these done right. Yes yes - there are issues but between us and her what is 6 days? Really? And yes Bubba is that much of a boy scout - to the point of 'are you kidding me?' Relax in life most folks have a little 'give' in them dear - unless their names are Bubba - then there is a long straight stick shoved up your - ah - ahem. Wandered there didn't I? sorry about that.
Let's fast forward shall we? So we wandered into Adli - the most no frills grocery store I've ever seen - and it doesn't take credit! Yikes. Since we needed more than they had back to the big grocery store got what we needed (eventually) and moved on to home. Of course there were words spoken - as there was a decision made in terms of a package of hamburger - decision made, Bubba made another one - then KEPT SHOPPING for hamburger!! I got cranky and said - decision made - we're moving on! And I'm the one getting called names. No tired of shopping with you and the crap is in the cart! You're done! Move the freak on!!!!!
Ahem.
So home, unloaded the car, and let the grumping begin - do you have enough {insert item here} what were you thinking - are you even going to use {insert same item here} Yes dear I will use laundry soap - its not like its going to go bad - so next year at this time I'll buy more - you know when I need it. same with the Dishwashing soap - I know you think the fairies come in and deal with it - but guess what oh-husband of mine - the little fairies who do the dishes - actually use the soap. Thankfully football was on so he plopped into his chair and that was all she wrote.
Now - I made dinner prior to OUR football game. In something only the Aunt Ing and Bubba show can pull off sloppy joes were on the menu... did I buy sauce? No - because Bubba said he saw some in the cubbord. Did Aunt Ing check? No. Did we have any? No. Cheeseburgers it is! And as I am ready to serve said dinner - let the grumping begin... burgers are too big - what I always want on my burger - (Which changes EVERY time we have them) so no darling not sure what the heck you want on this burger! So dinner was amazingly not worn, but eaten, the game began, and it was good. Digestion was good, happiness was abounding - talking smack via facebook to our friends in Warren... then came the second half.
Yes, sorry Nana, football words were used, with frequent, regular, and repetitive use... the words idiot - and what the bleep-dee-bleep-bleep are you doing out there? A SAFETY! Oxygen was called for, carpet was paced, dogs were soothed, paced, opened a book - read two words, closed book, more football words - 10, 9, holy mother - 8, 7, stay in bounds you moron! 6, 5, 4, hold the ball!!! 3, 2, 1.
Well holy Sh%t we're going back to the Super bowl! OXYGEN! Call from Dad - he too is hard to understand through his oxygen mask - now - go to bed you've got to go to work in the morning. Well Crap. 2 hours later - I thought about it.
Up this morning, car checked small leak of unknown origin, all is well, we'll wait until there is a bigger issue, off to work.
Yes the dreaded staff meeting, new PM is trying to get he arms around this 12 legged beast that constantly beating itself - then there is the hammer from the customer... and we wonder why this crew likes to drink so much. (see previous posts for any code jockey reference and you WILL understand)
All right then... Monday is Monday I've got a meeting tonight, and I have to fight my way home - thankfully there isn't anything falling from the sky. Plus I need a nap.
Later -
Ok - enough TV talk - on to the weekend...
Parental units decided they didn't want to fight snow - so they stayed home. That was cool - but that meant I got to enjoy a quiet weekend alone - Bubba was off with the boys most of Saturday - I was a veggie. And enjoyed it. Oh my kitchen was clean, there was some picking up there was a lot of quality reading time... it was all good. We wandered off to a quick dinner out - and then vegged into the night. Sunday - Sunday was another matter all together. Bubba was up and in a good mood - oh lucky me. We went through coupons - post bagels, then we were off to Costco - spent WAY too much money and apparently I had some mental breakdown when it came down to laundry soap, I bought 2 big containers - I won't need laundry soap until 2013. I won't need dish washing soap until then either. I had coupons - sue me.
On the up side - got a new beach chair - you wear it like a back pack WITH! a cooler and a place for your cell phone and other fun things. I have to go back tonight and get two more - really should have called BEFORE I checked out. ah well the place was a freaking zoo! But that is Costco on Sunday. Hopefully today won't be as bad... and I'm a size 2. No biggie - the chairs are up front, grab 2 and off to the check outs.
Then we went to the office supply store - Bubba needed forms for the cleaning lady's taxes... the world will stop if he doesn't have these done right. Yes yes - there are issues but between us and her what is 6 days? Really? And yes Bubba is that much of a boy scout - to the point of 'are you kidding me?' Relax in life most folks have a little 'give' in them dear - unless their names are Bubba - then there is a long straight stick shoved up your - ah - ahem. Wandered there didn't I? sorry about that.
Let's fast forward shall we? So we wandered into Adli - the most no frills grocery store I've ever seen - and it doesn't take credit! Yikes. Since we needed more than they had back to the big grocery store got what we needed (eventually) and moved on to home. Of course there were words spoken - as there was a decision made in terms of a package of hamburger - decision made, Bubba made another one - then KEPT SHOPPING for hamburger!! I got cranky and said - decision made - we're moving on! And I'm the one getting called names. No tired of shopping with you and the crap is in the cart! You're done! Move the freak on!!!!!
Ahem.
So home, unloaded the car, and let the grumping begin - do you have enough {insert item here} what were you thinking - are you even going to use {insert same item here} Yes dear I will use laundry soap - its not like its going to go bad - so next year at this time I'll buy more - you know when I need it. same with the Dishwashing soap - I know you think the fairies come in and deal with it - but guess what oh-husband of mine - the little fairies who do the dishes - actually use the soap. Thankfully football was on so he plopped into his chair and that was all she wrote.
Now - I made dinner prior to OUR football game. In something only the Aunt Ing and Bubba show can pull off sloppy joes were on the menu... did I buy sauce? No - because Bubba said he saw some in the cubbord. Did Aunt Ing check? No. Did we have any? No. Cheeseburgers it is! And as I am ready to serve said dinner - let the grumping begin... burgers are too big - what I always want on my burger - (Which changes EVERY time we have them) so no darling not sure what the heck you want on this burger! So dinner was amazingly not worn, but eaten, the game began, and it was good. Digestion was good, happiness was abounding - talking smack via facebook to our friends in Warren... then came the second half.
Yes, sorry Nana, football words were used, with frequent, regular, and repetitive use... the words idiot - and what the bleep-dee-bleep-bleep are you doing out there? A SAFETY! Oxygen was called for, carpet was paced, dogs were soothed, paced, opened a book - read two words, closed book, more football words - 10, 9, holy mother - 8, 7, stay in bounds you moron! 6, 5, 4, hold the ball!!! 3, 2, 1.
Well holy Sh%t we're going back to the Super bowl! OXYGEN! Call from Dad - he too is hard to understand through his oxygen mask - now - go to bed you've got to go to work in the morning. Well Crap. 2 hours later - I thought about it.
Up this morning, car checked small leak of unknown origin, all is well, we'll wait until there is a bigger issue, off to work.
Yes the dreaded staff meeting, new PM is trying to get he arms around this 12 legged beast that constantly beating itself - then there is the hammer from the customer... and we wonder why this crew likes to drink so much. (see previous posts for any code jockey reference and you WILL understand)
All right then... Monday is Monday I've got a meeting tonight, and I have to fight my way home - thankfully there isn't anything falling from the sky. Plus I need a nap.
Later -
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Home again home again...
And what a quick trip it was... was super busy yesterday, getting there, meetings, briefings edits, dinner, then a post dinner meeting. Up early meeting then home. But I got home at a decent hour - finished my work day at home and now I'm killing time before a massage. Yes sucks to be me today.
Well maybe as I may just drop into sleep on the table. First and only night in a hotel is still the first night - never sleep that well then up and moving early... is no fun. Up side boss man brought in bagels and fruit and the coffee was very good. A productive 8 hours spread over 2 days.
Heard the weather report - we are supposed to get a small dusting of snow - its going to be bitterly cold this weekend. OH SO tired of cold. But we've got 6 weeks of winter left - there is a rumor of more snow next week - oh goodie. No word of feet of snow--- so I will not complain, plus Bubba is home so - get out there big boy and enjoy. Hee hee hee
Bubba got an interesting job offer first it was to stay until the end of February, then maybe into March on another position. Now it's until JUNE! Holy cow! Bubba said he was looking forward to taking a couple of weeks off - so perhaps major vacation this summer... until he sees the prices. LOL We'll see.
I have spent every day this week involved in a giant contest of wills with the code jockeys in the south. Apparently they don't realized that standards and reviews are in place to catch the stupid mistakes before the customer sees them... but apparently we aren't needed. Groovy. Sent a poison pen letter to the new boss and said - here is what we do, how we do it and the results of our actions - and they have been positive. Cut us out of the process - what the crap-ola head out the door - and we aren't signing off on this.... it's in your lap pumpkin. We're done.
And I am SO done - just tired of fighting with full grown adults. I will pump a source returning from the southern contingent this week and see what happened when she was down there.... our fear it's going to be a whole lot of nothing. Still applying for new jobs...
Another pet peeve in my world, there is an adult meeting this weekend for the girl's group - I haven't been in years. I see no reason to spend the better part of $200 to sit and have no idea or suggestion I contribute be accounted or try to be interested or involved. Why bother? So I don't. Plus you then have to sit there and take a 15 minute process and turn it into an all night even while some yutz types with two fingers to complete the annual report. To me it is so painful - I really get annoyed. So this year I took it into my own hands and did the report myself. It took me 15 minutes - literally - and that was taking my time with the instructions. WHY would I sit there watching someone take 30 minutes to do something so mind-numbing stupid??? Of course this morning I got another nasty email from the web-guru of the girls group in Maryland. I had taken it upon myself to do the report and it went down hill from there. Of course there is an extra Maryland requirement of another copy - fine - go find a copier and make one. Kiss my grits. I simply do not understand why this is such a bug up their collective butts? I sincerely doubt every mother advisor of Pennsylvania has to gather and watch one of the inner circle type their report until 1 AM. I did it - I'm a grown up if you don't like it - FIRE ME.
But they can't - because my local group is growing I've got girls involved and working hard. So leave me alone - I get things done generally on time and right. As my father said a long time ago - it's easier to say oh sorry - didn't know and have it done. Then to ask and be told no or do it my way which is longer, more involved and frankly a huge pain in the backside.
I dropped off the paperwork after I got home, if it doesn't work for you well ain't life tough? I can promise you they will find something wrong and a HUGE announcement will come out next year that you have to do it their way during the weekend... I will send my paperwork and still not go. I have tried time and time again to fit in - offer suggestions, practical applications, I have a degree in Information Systems, I work with computers, I programmed them for a long time. Offered my services - they gave the web guru job to a housewife, and the web site monitor to another woman who's job is in the nursing profession - ask me again why should I bother? Ok now that I am all worked up and mad - I'm going to get it all rubbed out...
Life some days aren't so bad... hee hee hee.
Well maybe as I may just drop into sleep on the table. First and only night in a hotel is still the first night - never sleep that well then up and moving early... is no fun. Up side boss man brought in bagels and fruit and the coffee was very good. A productive 8 hours spread over 2 days.
Heard the weather report - we are supposed to get a small dusting of snow - its going to be bitterly cold this weekend. OH SO tired of cold. But we've got 6 weeks of winter left - there is a rumor of more snow next week - oh goodie. No word of feet of snow--- so I will not complain, plus Bubba is home so - get out there big boy and enjoy. Hee hee hee
Bubba got an interesting job offer first it was to stay until the end of February, then maybe into March on another position. Now it's until JUNE! Holy cow! Bubba said he was looking forward to taking a couple of weeks off - so perhaps major vacation this summer... until he sees the prices. LOL We'll see.
I have spent every day this week involved in a giant contest of wills with the code jockeys in the south. Apparently they don't realized that standards and reviews are in place to catch the stupid mistakes before the customer sees them... but apparently we aren't needed. Groovy. Sent a poison pen letter to the new boss and said - here is what we do, how we do it and the results of our actions - and they have been positive. Cut us out of the process - what the crap-ola head out the door - and we aren't signing off on this.... it's in your lap pumpkin. We're done.
And I am SO done - just tired of fighting with full grown adults. I will pump a source returning from the southern contingent this week and see what happened when she was down there.... our fear it's going to be a whole lot of nothing. Still applying for new jobs...
Another pet peeve in my world, there is an adult meeting this weekend for the girl's group - I haven't been in years. I see no reason to spend the better part of $200 to sit and have no idea or suggestion I contribute be accounted or try to be interested or involved. Why bother? So I don't. Plus you then have to sit there and take a 15 minute process and turn it into an all night even while some yutz types with two fingers to complete the annual report. To me it is so painful - I really get annoyed. So this year I took it into my own hands and did the report myself. It took me 15 minutes - literally - and that was taking my time with the instructions. WHY would I sit there watching someone take 30 minutes to do something so mind-numbing stupid??? Of course this morning I got another nasty email from the web-guru of the girls group in Maryland. I had taken it upon myself to do the report and it went down hill from there. Of course there is an extra Maryland requirement of another copy - fine - go find a copier and make one. Kiss my grits. I simply do not understand why this is such a bug up their collective butts? I sincerely doubt every mother advisor of Pennsylvania has to gather and watch one of the inner circle type their report until 1 AM. I did it - I'm a grown up if you don't like it - FIRE ME.
But they can't - because my local group is growing I've got girls involved and working hard. So leave me alone - I get things done generally on time and right. As my father said a long time ago - it's easier to say oh sorry - didn't know and have it done. Then to ask and be told no or do it my way which is longer, more involved and frankly a huge pain in the backside.
I dropped off the paperwork after I got home, if it doesn't work for you well ain't life tough? I can promise you they will find something wrong and a HUGE announcement will come out next year that you have to do it their way during the weekend... I will send my paperwork and still not go. I have tried time and time again to fit in - offer suggestions, practical applications, I have a degree in Information Systems, I work with computers, I programmed them for a long time. Offered my services - they gave the web guru job to a housewife, and the web site monitor to another woman who's job is in the nursing profession - ask me again why should I bother? Ok now that I am all worked up and mad - I'm going to get it all rubbed out...
Life some days aren't so bad... hee hee hee.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
First a milestone!
I didn't realize it yesterday but that post was #400! Cripes how have I had 400 independent thoughts... well probably not terribly independent, but 400 posts - of course most of last February's were about the mounting snow totals... and there went the wheels off the bus...
So (toot toot) of my own horn! 400 posts...
and now to the 401st....
The day began with ice, and not the good kind, frozen and in a drink glass on a tropical beach. Nope it was the yucky kind stuck to my family truckster and the roads in general. Schools were cancelled, I camped in for the day at home - lazy and didn't want to fight my way to a major road, the fight my way off the major road to back roads to my office. So sent a message to the boss man - he was cool and I made all the Tuesday morning conferences and meetings.
Bubba cleaned off part of the driveway, then headed out, he called about an hour later letting me know he was there, there were indeed some slick spots but he made it in... and I'm still lazy and at home.
I head south tomorrow for work, one night for work no big deal. It's Bubba's birthday we talked about this when I got the invite to go, its just to Hampton Roads to nice 4 hour-ish drive and back home Thursday. I made him a cake yesterday - it wasn't fruit based, it was yellow cake with homemade (mostly) chocolate icing with walnuts on top and sides. When presented he asked, what was in the middle? Yellow cake - he grumped and when asked if he could take anything graciously he asked if he should pretend to be happy when he doesn't like something. Why not I do! HE wanted lemon cake with chocolate icing - barf.
So I fed him dinner, he ate, I ignored him - posted my unhappy status on face book, got some great comments, and moved on with my night. He did apologize, managed to choke down a piece and we moved on. Yes part of the cake was that I wanted chocolate cake, but I added nuts, yellow cake - I should have filled it with something fruity to keep him happier but I didn't think of that one... remember boys and girls you are what you eat - and my husband is Fruit and Nuts.
I've got to get girl's group paperwork done - just got a phone call and for some reason I thought I had another week... I swear to high heaven I'm losing days and weeks and simply cannot get it together. Yeesh.
But another fun topic to ponder for today... Bubba called the job he's got, want to keep him until the end of February. Then maybe keep him around for a little longer subbing for someone else. OK fine -whatever. Then Bubba tells me that he wants to take 2-3 weeks off. Umm ok honey - thinking where I can hide the bleach and other household issues he can mess with... then I begin to wonder what he is going to do with himself for 3 weeks when the weather is a bit iffy... i.e. March. Should make these posts more entertaining. Even more fun - maybe I could beg a trip to Huntsville... that would be evil... and yet.
Perhaps we could talk Bubba into learning how to cook... well I do need to slim down.. that would help.
Off to deal with paperwork... talk at you later. From a winter's beach.
So (toot toot) of my own horn! 400 posts...
and now to the 401st....
The day began with ice, and not the good kind, frozen and in a drink glass on a tropical beach. Nope it was the yucky kind stuck to my family truckster and the roads in general. Schools were cancelled, I camped in for the day at home - lazy and didn't want to fight my way to a major road, the fight my way off the major road to back roads to my office. So sent a message to the boss man - he was cool and I made all the Tuesday morning conferences and meetings.
Bubba cleaned off part of the driveway, then headed out, he called about an hour later letting me know he was there, there were indeed some slick spots but he made it in... and I'm still lazy and at home.
I head south tomorrow for work, one night for work no big deal. It's Bubba's birthday we talked about this when I got the invite to go, its just to Hampton Roads to nice 4 hour-ish drive and back home Thursday. I made him a cake yesterday - it wasn't fruit based, it was yellow cake with homemade (mostly) chocolate icing with walnuts on top and sides. When presented he asked, what was in the middle? Yellow cake - he grumped and when asked if he could take anything graciously he asked if he should pretend to be happy when he doesn't like something. Why not I do! HE wanted lemon cake with chocolate icing - barf.
So I fed him dinner, he ate, I ignored him - posted my unhappy status on face book, got some great comments, and moved on with my night. He did apologize, managed to choke down a piece and we moved on. Yes part of the cake was that I wanted chocolate cake, but I added nuts, yellow cake - I should have filled it with something fruity to keep him happier but I didn't think of that one... remember boys and girls you are what you eat - and my husband is Fruit and Nuts.
I've got to get girl's group paperwork done - just got a phone call and for some reason I thought I had another week... I swear to high heaven I'm losing days and weeks and simply cannot get it together. Yeesh.
But another fun topic to ponder for today... Bubba called the job he's got, want to keep him until the end of February. Then maybe keep him around for a little longer subbing for someone else. OK fine -whatever. Then Bubba tells me that he wants to take 2-3 weeks off. Umm ok honey - thinking where I can hide the bleach and other household issues he can mess with... then I begin to wonder what he is going to do with himself for 3 weeks when the weather is a bit iffy... i.e. March. Should make these posts more entertaining. Even more fun - maybe I could beg a trip to Huntsville... that would be evil... and yet.
Perhaps we could talk Bubba into learning how to cook... well I do need to slim down.. that would help.
Off to deal with paperwork... talk at you later. From a winter's beach.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Ah - a holiday Monday...
And with Bubba working it is really a holiday... mostly. Oh sure he left a list of things HE wanted done - some he mentioned yesterday when I was home but didn't do... like clean up the backyard.. I did get that done first thing, mostly because the weather has threatened to go yucky and it really needed it. So that was done and done, grabbed a quick breakfast which by the time I rolled out of bed and dealt with the back yard was closer to Brunch. Any way... settled in, then there was a phone call from Bubba -- Bubba Sr was stopping by apparently I forgot a Christmas present at my sister in-law's so he was bringing it by. Am I over thinking that a phone call would have been nice to simply say, hey you forgot this I'll send it home with Dad the next time he comes up? I would have. Of course I forgot all about it anyway... whatever.
And in the time it took me to type that sentence, was all the longer Bubba Sr was here. He was in, loved pups used the rest room, quick chat and after offer of coffee, tea or lunch he headed out the door. Um OK was it something I said? I did bathe this morning, I even washed my hands after I cleaned up the back yard - the kitchen was clean...
But that is Bubba Sr, if Bubba ain't home, he don't stay. Fine.
On the up side with Bubba Sr warning I got off my duff and cleaned up my kitchen, so that was done. I have baked a cake for Bubba's birthday, it's Wednesday but we'll have it tonight, it is easing back a guilty conscience as I will be in VA Beach on Wednesday night for work. Another in the world wind trips of Aunt Ing, Afternoon and morning meetings spread over 2 days with a night away from home. This bazaar methodology is to accommodate a manager. RHIP Rank certainly does have it's privileges, but hey I get a night away from home - on Bubba's birthday. But he's already said he will be working late so why the heck do I feel guilty? Sitting home alone at night is something I'm good at.
I have to comment that yesterday I was a lazy bit of goods and it felt good, went to nail salon, got the nails, toes and eyebrows done, went to the Mart for some needed supplies then came home and was a blob. It felt good. Then Bubba calls - it's 5 PM and he hasn't eaten today? WHAT? Who does that? Who can do that and not have a screaming headache - not to mention the fact that my Bubba is the biggest pain in the backside when he hasn't eaten so I can just imagine what a butthead he might have been to those poor people.
So I cooked dinner early, after I finally got him off the flipping phone... yak yak yak... bla bla bla... yeesh. Pop goes the Zen. I had to cancel our dinner reservations to the nice fish place Bubba likes because he was working that was his birthday dinner, instead he got yinzer cooking, sausage, perogies and cabbage. He loved it - or he was so hungry he would have eaten just about anything. Whatever.
Then we spent the night watching the upper right hand corner of the screen while he flipped through menu after menu, switch channels, commerical, football, back to some really AWFUL 70's kung fu movie and then back to football where obviously something dramatic happened but we'll never know because we were busy watching (insert bad fight noise here) WHA (hack/ slash) EEA (smack hit) WHAAAAA (kick groan)...
After 15 minutes of listening to that mess it wasn't any wonder I didn't go 70's kung fu all over Bubba. Yeesh who can watch that crap?
But I'm the bad guy because golly I'd like to watch the entire screen - not just the upper right hand corner that is no bigger than a sheet of paper. Forgive me. (sarcasm here boys and girls)
And lastly for today... Bubba brings home this sheet of paper and wants me to reconcile his hours to his paychecks... since October. The print out writing is so freaking tiny I should get a magnifying glass to see it better - and WHY on g-d's green earth do I have to do this? Aren't you checking things when you get them butthead? What are you going to do if there is a problem is October? Too late now -don't you think? I'm sorry you don't have the day off - I do - deal with it and I don't need you making BS busy work! I have plenty to keep me busy and when I don't I STILL don't need you bringing home more crap. Seriously.
I did make the attempt just to ward off Captain Cranky Pants but the password he has written down in our cheat sheet notebook doesn't work... I called he didn't answer I left a message and no response....
OK 10 minutes later (Had to let dogs in out - out in bark bark) he did call to grump and asked if I had tried it. Um no butthead I called and told you there was a problem for the sheer joy of hearing you mumble into the phone. Really? So I hang onto the phone while he ponders heavens knows what... he comes with did you check the red book? Really Bubba - grabbing at straws aren't you? Would you not think I would look in our super secret book first? Now he's going to try... ooo please do. (Insert heavy sigh here)
Well I've got to sign off to go ice his cake... yeah I'd like to ice his.. well never mind. Dark and twisty place you know. ;-)
Oh yeah - GO STEELERS. :-)
And in the time it took me to type that sentence, was all the longer Bubba Sr was here. He was in, loved pups used the rest room, quick chat and after offer of coffee, tea or lunch he headed out the door. Um OK was it something I said? I did bathe this morning, I even washed my hands after I cleaned up the back yard - the kitchen was clean...
But that is Bubba Sr, if Bubba ain't home, he don't stay. Fine.
On the up side with Bubba Sr warning I got off my duff and cleaned up my kitchen, so that was done. I have baked a cake for Bubba's birthday, it's Wednesday but we'll have it tonight, it is easing back a guilty conscience as I will be in VA Beach on Wednesday night for work. Another in the world wind trips of Aunt Ing, Afternoon and morning meetings spread over 2 days with a night away from home. This bazaar methodology is to accommodate a manager. RHIP Rank certainly does have it's privileges, but hey I get a night away from home - on Bubba's birthday. But he's already said he will be working late so why the heck do I feel guilty? Sitting home alone at night is something I'm good at.
I have to comment that yesterday I was a lazy bit of goods and it felt good, went to nail salon, got the nails, toes and eyebrows done, went to the Mart for some needed supplies then came home and was a blob. It felt good. Then Bubba calls - it's 5 PM and he hasn't eaten today? WHAT? Who does that? Who can do that and not have a screaming headache - not to mention the fact that my Bubba is the biggest pain in the backside when he hasn't eaten so I can just imagine what a butthead he might have been to those poor people.
So I cooked dinner early, after I finally got him off the flipping phone... yak yak yak... bla bla bla... yeesh. Pop goes the Zen. I had to cancel our dinner reservations to the nice fish place Bubba likes because he was working that was his birthday dinner, instead he got yinzer cooking, sausage, perogies and cabbage. He loved it - or he was so hungry he would have eaten just about anything. Whatever.
Then we spent the night watching the upper right hand corner of the screen while he flipped through menu after menu, switch channels, commerical, football, back to some really AWFUL 70's kung fu movie and then back to football where obviously something dramatic happened but we'll never know because we were busy watching (insert bad fight noise here) WHA (hack/ slash) EEA (smack hit) WHAAAAA (kick groan)...
After 15 minutes of listening to that mess it wasn't any wonder I didn't go 70's kung fu all over Bubba. Yeesh who can watch that crap?
But I'm the bad guy because golly I'd like to watch the entire screen - not just the upper right hand corner that is no bigger than a sheet of paper. Forgive me. (sarcasm here boys and girls)
And lastly for today... Bubba brings home this sheet of paper and wants me to reconcile his hours to his paychecks... since October. The print out writing is so freaking tiny I should get a magnifying glass to see it better - and WHY on g-d's green earth do I have to do this? Aren't you checking things when you get them butthead? What are you going to do if there is a problem is October? Too late now -don't you think? I'm sorry you don't have the day off - I do - deal with it and I don't need you making BS busy work! I have plenty to keep me busy and when I don't I STILL don't need you bringing home more crap. Seriously.
I did make the attempt just to ward off Captain Cranky Pants but the password he has written down in our cheat sheet notebook doesn't work... I called he didn't answer I left a message and no response....
OK 10 minutes later (Had to let dogs in out - out in bark bark) he did call to grump and asked if I had tried it. Um no butthead I called and told you there was a problem for the sheer joy of hearing you mumble into the phone. Really? So I hang onto the phone while he ponders heavens knows what... he comes with did you check the red book? Really Bubba - grabbing at straws aren't you? Would you not think I would look in our super secret book first? Now he's going to try... ooo please do. (Insert heavy sigh here)
Well I've got to sign off to go ice his cake... yeah I'd like to ice his.. well never mind. Dark and twisty place you know. ;-)
Oh yeah - GO STEELERS. :-)
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Its more of a tingle than a shiver...
Its this feeling dogging me all day that something is up. Perhaps it is something as silly as foreshadowing of a football game, or something more ominous but whatever it is it is dancing up and down my spine. OR I could chock it all up to girl hormones and move on with my day.
And it's been a Saturday, nothing major up moving, same with Bubba only he heads out to get a massage, I head out to the bank for the ladies' Group, personal banking, the grocery store and other bank for the ladies' group. All done within the time Bubba left and returned. Meaning he left before I did, and he home got after I did. He did call to tell me his coolant was low and he drove 15 miles down the road to the dealership to have them fill it up for free. I will not comment on the price of gas versus a bottle of coolant from the Wal-Mart. He wanted to look at the shiny new cars - he's not BSing me.
I got munchies for game, some veggies and fruit believe it or not, and then headed home. Put everything away and ate leftovers for lunch. Cleaned the kitchen, paid the bills and now I'm going to start a hard target search for a new computer. I also made a nail appointment, and changed my massage appointment. Why yes I am that good... mostly. LOL
There are times when things just fall through the cracks. Like the Girl's group paperwork, I'm actually late with something and it's bugging me but there isn't much I can do about it and it's on my to do list to deal with it today. I'll get around to it... I need to clean off my dining room table too. I finally got the last of the Christmas linens washed and put away, now to get the table cloth back on the table. Its back to that weird feeling, like I've got to get stuff done, I've got to do things I want to do this year - this weird anxious feeling. It has to be hormones.
I had to chastise myself at the grocery store today, this woman 2 people in front of me was paying when I cruised into the lane, figured great she's mostly done, the next guy didn't have much... groovy. I should have known better. This poor soul paid for her groceries with I think 3-4 cards and got down to 24 cents. I was about to whip out a quarter to get things moving, but she had one. And then I mentally wagged my finger in my own face, there by the grace of g-d go I. I continually remind myself how truly fortunate I am - for all the whining and grumping I do, I've got a roof over my head and all the extras in life on could want. So I practiced patience today, joked with the cashier and her sign of NOT being a Steelers' fan due to her mandatory yellow shirt she covered to keep warm with a black vest. I told her decked in MY Steeler finery that I would not have made the assumption, we're a little more outgoing I joked pointing to my own attire. Laugh was had and I hope lady with the cards and a quarter was put to the back burner. Or a small smile on a long day.
I do have a minor grump though - why is the ONLY time Bubba wants to talk to me is when he's on the road on his cell phone. I am usually home at the time enjoying the peace and quiet or trying to get something done before helpful cold hands tries to put them in a place I don't want. Yack yack about nothing for-freaking-ever and frankly I have less than no interest in hearing about all the shiny new cars at the dealership (TOLD you!) and whatever else you seem to babble about. And that is another thing I'm cranky because you're interrupting the flow of the zen - you're not home I got things groovy you yakking on the phone is seriously putting the ka-put in my Zen - it's going to bite my dogma any time now - get off the phone!
And I just read that - I need serious help.
But this is not a rare occurrence, its mostly every night as he's on his way home, I am either cooking dinner, dealing with dogs, trying to get something else done or finally have been able to sit down and mellow out and watch 20 minutes of TV I might enjoy but NOOOO I have to listen to you babble on the phone at me about nothing when the conversation could have taken 1 full minutes. You're on your way home, this is what is for dinner, see at X time. Information has been relayed, thank you and good night. Then there is bazaar never ending chatter about absolutely nothing and then I'm the bad guy because "I'm cranky". No just want my 10 minutes of peace and quiet - is it really asking too much? Seriously? For Bubba probably.
OK I've got an hour to find a computer, look about for a washer - best to be ready and from the sounds of it Boston has the Pen's number again. The Steelers better have a better day... perhaps I'll just start drinking now - save the time later.
And it's been a Saturday, nothing major up moving, same with Bubba only he heads out to get a massage, I head out to the bank for the ladies' Group, personal banking, the grocery store and other bank for the ladies' group. All done within the time Bubba left and returned. Meaning he left before I did, and he home got after I did. He did call to tell me his coolant was low and he drove 15 miles down the road to the dealership to have them fill it up for free. I will not comment on the price of gas versus a bottle of coolant from the Wal-Mart. He wanted to look at the shiny new cars - he's not BSing me.
I got munchies for game, some veggies and fruit believe it or not, and then headed home. Put everything away and ate leftovers for lunch. Cleaned the kitchen, paid the bills and now I'm going to start a hard target search for a new computer. I also made a nail appointment, and changed my massage appointment. Why yes I am that good... mostly. LOL
There are times when things just fall through the cracks. Like the Girl's group paperwork, I'm actually late with something and it's bugging me but there isn't much I can do about it and it's on my to do list to deal with it today. I'll get around to it... I need to clean off my dining room table too. I finally got the last of the Christmas linens washed and put away, now to get the table cloth back on the table. Its back to that weird feeling, like I've got to get stuff done, I've got to do things I want to do this year - this weird anxious feeling. It has to be hormones.
I had to chastise myself at the grocery store today, this woman 2 people in front of me was paying when I cruised into the lane, figured great she's mostly done, the next guy didn't have much... groovy. I should have known better. This poor soul paid for her groceries with I think 3-4 cards and got down to 24 cents. I was about to whip out a quarter to get things moving, but she had one. And then I mentally wagged my finger in my own face, there by the grace of g-d go I. I continually remind myself how truly fortunate I am - for all the whining and grumping I do, I've got a roof over my head and all the extras in life on could want. So I practiced patience today, joked with the cashier and her sign of NOT being a Steelers' fan due to her mandatory yellow shirt she covered to keep warm with a black vest. I told her decked in MY Steeler finery that I would not have made the assumption, we're a little more outgoing I joked pointing to my own attire. Laugh was had and I hope lady with the cards and a quarter was put to the back burner. Or a small smile on a long day.
I do have a minor grump though - why is the ONLY time Bubba wants to talk to me is when he's on the road on his cell phone. I am usually home at the time enjoying the peace and quiet or trying to get something done before helpful cold hands tries to put them in a place I don't want. Yack yack about nothing for-freaking-ever and frankly I have less than no interest in hearing about all the shiny new cars at the dealership (TOLD you!) and whatever else you seem to babble about. And that is another thing I'm cranky because you're interrupting the flow of the zen - you're not home I got things groovy you yakking on the phone is seriously putting the ka-put in my Zen - it's going to bite my dogma any time now - get off the phone!
And I just read that - I need serious help.
But this is not a rare occurrence, its mostly every night as he's on his way home, I am either cooking dinner, dealing with dogs, trying to get something else done or finally have been able to sit down and mellow out and watch 20 minutes of TV I might enjoy but NOOOO I have to listen to you babble on the phone at me about nothing when the conversation could have taken 1 full minutes. You're on your way home, this is what is for dinner, see at X time. Information has been relayed, thank you and good night. Then there is bazaar never ending chatter about absolutely nothing and then I'm the bad guy because "I'm cranky". No just want my 10 minutes of peace and quiet - is it really asking too much? Seriously? For Bubba probably.
OK I've got an hour to find a computer, look about for a washer - best to be ready and from the sounds of it Boston has the Pen's number again. The Steelers better have a better day... perhaps I'll just start drinking now - save the time later.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Chocolate Cake
I'm craving chocolate cake... not only is this NOT good for my expanding backside, but it's not good to have these kinds of cravings for one's sanity. I mean this involves baking and icing and clean up and -- screw grocery store cake... ick never meets the craving level there is always something wrong with it. Plus it's expensive. I can get cake mix and icing for $3
Today has been great worked from home, got some work stuff done, got some errands run, gave my family truckster a bath... (got the car washed) amazing thing to be able to see out of your mirrors and back windows. :-) Speaking of errands something cool happened with that-- went to the Ladies's group bank; not my usual location as I was running on time budget (had to get back for a teleconference) so went to the new branch. Hit the drive through and put my deposit into the shoot hit the button and whoosh... then a face appears on a small screen and she smiles and says her name and she would be handling my transaction today. Then I looked up and saw there was no big drive through window looking out at the cars! Just brick wall!! So that was kind of interesting, you just expect that BIG window - see that bank employee's face - but nope - there sat Patty perky with her little head set and her closed circuit monitor to the drive through people. LOL Ah technology. In another 20 years interacting with real people will be a rare occurrence.
So, stuff is mailed, including to the niece, to the luncheon committee for my Maryland's mom's good bye luncheon, rebates from the new pricey phones and books from my paperback swap website. That runs hot and cold and I think its just you cycle through and eventually get to the top of the list. Any who... it's nice to get things that have lingered for a week or better to get it tended to and done. And it's nice to have a clean car.
AND for the bonus round this week, tomorrow is Friday, Bubba has stated he's probably going to have to work this weekend, and he doesn't have Monday off - but I do!! Ah happiness and joyful thoughts.
We have Steelers Saturday do not call me between 4:30 and 8:00 PM make it Tuesday if they lose.
I tried the washing machine last night... worked just fine no leaks. The appliance gods hate me... but the computer is still on the unable to perform list. Called the Computer Doctor - he's not in... ah well.
Day is winding down, I've got a dinner to work tonight and will still probably beat Bubba home. Life today boys and girls is good... let's not angry the gods shall we?
Signing off for a cold Thursday.
P.S. Dogs are like kids in the fact they are too cute when sleeping and the best way to enjoy them. ;-)
Today has been great worked from home, got some work stuff done, got some errands run, gave my family truckster a bath... (got the car washed) amazing thing to be able to see out of your mirrors and back windows. :-) Speaking of errands something cool happened with that-- went to the Ladies's group bank; not my usual location as I was running on time budget (had to get back for a teleconference) so went to the new branch. Hit the drive through and put my deposit into the shoot hit the button and whoosh... then a face appears on a small screen and she smiles and says her name and she would be handling my transaction today. Then I looked up and saw there was no big drive through window looking out at the cars! Just brick wall!! So that was kind of interesting, you just expect that BIG window - see that bank employee's face - but nope - there sat Patty perky with her little head set and her closed circuit monitor to the drive through people. LOL Ah technology. In another 20 years interacting with real people will be a rare occurrence.
So, stuff is mailed, including to the niece, to the luncheon committee for my Maryland's mom's good bye luncheon, rebates from the new pricey phones and books from my paperback swap website. That runs hot and cold and I think its just you cycle through and eventually get to the top of the list. Any who... it's nice to get things that have lingered for a week or better to get it tended to and done. And it's nice to have a clean car.
AND for the bonus round this week, tomorrow is Friday, Bubba has stated he's probably going to have to work this weekend, and he doesn't have Monday off - but I do!! Ah happiness and joyful thoughts.
We have Steelers Saturday do not call me between 4:30 and 8:00 PM make it Tuesday if they lose.
I tried the washing machine last night... worked just fine no leaks. The appliance gods hate me... but the computer is still on the unable to perform list. Called the Computer Doctor - he's not in... ah well.
Day is winding down, I've got a dinner to work tonight and will still probably beat Bubba home. Life today boys and girls is good... let's not angry the gods shall we?
Signing off for a cold Thursday.
P.S. Dogs are like kids in the fact they are too cute when sleeping and the best way to enjoy them. ;-)
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
I really need to befriend...
A clinical psychologist - because that could be the only person on earth who could explain the following reaction:
Get home last night - snow ice fun drive. Didn't call Bubba because - well multi-tasking is not his strong suit. Any who... got home, pups etc... found a note on the washing machine, in broken English that the washing machine was leaking water - apparently more than the small overload leak it's had for months. Now I waited until he got home to tell him this bit of news... I expect a bit of unhappiness but what I didn't expect was out and out crankiness. AND the added slap of "You spent enough money last month." What?
I'm sorry we could have left my car in the parking lot at work until you were in mood to grant permission to get the breaks fixed - we could have ignored the check engine light until we were stuck on the side of the PA turnpike at freaking midnight. You could have kept your crappy breaks and then when you really needed them - they wouldn't be there! WE could have given your family $5 gift certificates, stayed home for Christmas and never eaten a meal outside our humble abode. WE could -- no the house is cold enough screw turning down the heat... I will go by batteries so we can sit in the dark - I can read, wonder what you are going to do without the TV on sucking up electricity.
When confronted by the illogical statement and emotion I was 1) hit with the idiotic statement above and 2) told he was hoping to avoid the expense for a few months. Yeah OK fine but it's broken we need a new one - (and to you Mr. Fix-its - cram it I didn't marry Bubba the Builder I married Bubba the Accountant) Plus that washer is 20 plus years old, it's time for a new one.
He acts like we are living hand to mouth, cripes we both are working we're fine - after all I did marry Bubba the Accountant his super power is squeezing a nickle until Thom Jefferson has to go change his pants. We can swing one stupid washing machine. Of course this was on top of the new cell phone bill... oh the wailing and gnashing of teeth (oh- ok not really it was grumpy and cranky his two favorite dwarfs).
Well its time to head home, enough a day working at home, and figure out what is wrong with the washing machine. (its OLD!) Stay tuned boys and girls because there will be a shopping for a washing machine coming in our future. The question is - Saturday with the Steeler's game as a deadline or Sunday with dinner reservations for Bubba's birthday... Boy howdy this could be fun.
Oh and again - where the flying Fred is global warming? I'm freezing down here... so tired of winter already. Could be worse - we could be measuring snow in feet - again. (shutter)
Get home last night - snow ice fun drive. Didn't call Bubba because - well multi-tasking is not his strong suit. Any who... got home, pups etc... found a note on the washing machine, in broken English that the washing machine was leaking water - apparently more than the small overload leak it's had for months. Now I waited until he got home to tell him this bit of news... I expect a bit of unhappiness but what I didn't expect was out and out crankiness. AND the added slap of "You spent enough money last month." What?
I'm sorry we could have left my car in the parking lot at work until you were in mood to grant permission to get the breaks fixed - we could have ignored the check engine light until we were stuck on the side of the PA turnpike at freaking midnight. You could have kept your crappy breaks and then when you really needed them - they wouldn't be there! WE could have given your family $5 gift certificates, stayed home for Christmas and never eaten a meal outside our humble abode. WE could -- no the house is cold enough screw turning down the heat... I will go by batteries so we can sit in the dark - I can read, wonder what you are going to do without the TV on sucking up electricity.
When confronted by the illogical statement and emotion I was 1) hit with the idiotic statement above and 2) told he was hoping to avoid the expense for a few months. Yeah OK fine but it's broken we need a new one - (and to you Mr. Fix-its - cram it I didn't marry Bubba the Builder I married Bubba the Accountant) Plus that washer is 20 plus years old, it's time for a new one.
He acts like we are living hand to mouth, cripes we both are working we're fine - after all I did marry Bubba the Accountant his super power is squeezing a nickle until Thom Jefferson has to go change his pants. We can swing one stupid washing machine. Of course this was on top of the new cell phone bill... oh the wailing and gnashing of teeth (oh- ok not really it was grumpy and cranky his two favorite dwarfs).
Well its time to head home, enough a day working at home, and figure out what is wrong with the washing machine. (its OLD!) Stay tuned boys and girls because there will be a shopping for a washing machine coming in our future. The question is - Saturday with the Steeler's game as a deadline or Sunday with dinner reservations for Bubba's birthday... Boy howdy this could be fun.
Oh and again - where the flying Fred is global warming? I'm freezing down here... so tired of winter already. Could be worse - we could be measuring snow in feet - again. (shutter)
Monday, January 10, 2011
Needed to come to work...
I needed the rest. Friday night was quiet... Wal-Mart, home, hot dogs for dinner. Deal with it honey. Saturday morning, up too early, showered dressed, in a dress no less look outside and SNOW. Maybe they will cancel... quickly checking email... no such luck. So off to gather Girl's group gals, wait wait - ONE Mom and kid arrive 25 minutes post scheduled arrival time... smile, load kid, off we go.
Get to our location - listen to a Mom bitch at me all day long about every grievance that has been done to her girls. Some I agreed with - lik why are the girls forced to pay an advisor's son $125 for his DJ services, when a girl's father has offered to take the day off of work and do it for free... The dance is to raise money for the scholarship fund... The reason given for turning down dad was "He's a Dad". The real reason - head-lady in charge doesn't like THAT Dad.
Nope not kidding. But being a Son and charging $125 that is 25 girls' dance fee out of their pocket right off the bat, and there aren't 100 people there frankly I'd wonder if there were 50 people there. And let that bit of foolishness sink in too... This is why I backed away for the better part of a year... because I don't want sucked into all this drama. It makes my head hurt - and it really pissed me off. Oh and did I mention that the 'son' is the boy of one of the inner circle's. Go figure.
That continues to be the biggest PITA is that inner circle of do nothings. When there is a messy job to deal with - they find something else to do. Unless they get to sit around and look important they don't want bothered. And heaven forbid they do something for the girls.
ANYHOW... got home, waiting another 30 minutes for the same parent to show up I called, her daughter apparently doesn't listen well either. I will call next time. THEN I went to the neighbors we had Power Grid board game newbies and we played well - good game, went home and died.
Sunday... up late, breakfast out, grocery store, home, cleaned kitchen, did laundry, put away the last leftover remnants of Christmas, made homemade chili (reworked recipe) tried to boot up the computer and discovered that it is having a problem and we just paid to have the darn thing fixed... grumble grumble. Bubba sat on his backside post breakfast and watched football. Oh yes he checked my oil.
On our way out the door to breakfast he's barking "let's go!" then I rush- rush to get the dogs tended and out the door - then he decides to check the oil in his car. When I dared to ask "What are you doing?" insert pitched fit here. So I putzed on my new fab-o smart phone and didn't say anything else. We then started talking about stuff in the paper - enjoyed breakfast had a civil conversation. Did grocery shopping, discussed the chili makings - and I must eat a small serving of crow - he said to get 2 cans of beans I didn't once I got it all together... needed more beans. Well in my world it could have stayed that way but Bubba wanted - so Bubba went back to the grocery store and brought home more beans. If I must say - the chili was really pretty good!! I like it - ate too much. Tried to find the location of my interview this morning - then figured out how to use my smart phone - that I found out this morning isn't so fricking smart with the GPS...
And Monday - UP EARLY, interview, discovered job posted is SO not something I want to do for a week much less any time longer than that... it's called an Admin pumpkin not a System Integrator. Yeesh - which was a bummer, great location (not Maryland but...) and good parking without the death march to the office building. (Friday's interview)
Into work, new boss in town - she has yet to darken my door and introduce herself. I've been in 2 meetings with her already - she's said 10 words. Oh this could be so much fun... we shall see.
All right heading home, meeting tonight and a possibility of snow tomorrow. Kill me.
Get to our location - listen to a Mom bitch at me all day long about every grievance that has been done to her girls. Some I agreed with - lik why are the girls forced to pay an advisor's son $125 for his DJ services, when a girl's father has offered to take the day off of work and do it for free... The dance is to raise money for the scholarship fund... The reason given for turning down dad was "He's a Dad". The real reason - head-lady in charge doesn't like THAT Dad.
Nope not kidding. But being a Son and charging $125 that is 25 girls' dance fee out of their pocket right off the bat, and there aren't 100 people there frankly I'd wonder if there were 50 people there. And let that bit of foolishness sink in too... This is why I backed away for the better part of a year... because I don't want sucked into all this drama. It makes my head hurt - and it really pissed me off. Oh and did I mention that the 'son' is the boy of one of the inner circle's. Go figure.
That continues to be the biggest PITA is that inner circle of do nothings. When there is a messy job to deal with - they find something else to do. Unless they get to sit around and look important they don't want bothered. And heaven forbid they do something for the girls.
ANYHOW... got home, waiting another 30 minutes for the same parent to show up I called, her daughter apparently doesn't listen well either. I will call next time. THEN I went to the neighbors we had Power Grid board game newbies and we played well - good game, went home and died.
Sunday... up late, breakfast out, grocery store, home, cleaned kitchen, did laundry, put away the last leftover remnants of Christmas, made homemade chili (reworked recipe) tried to boot up the computer and discovered that it is having a problem and we just paid to have the darn thing fixed... grumble grumble. Bubba sat on his backside post breakfast and watched football. Oh yes he checked my oil.
On our way out the door to breakfast he's barking "let's go!" then I rush- rush to get the dogs tended and out the door - then he decides to check the oil in his car. When I dared to ask "What are you doing?" insert pitched fit here. So I putzed on my new fab-o smart phone and didn't say anything else. We then started talking about stuff in the paper - enjoyed breakfast had a civil conversation. Did grocery shopping, discussed the chili makings - and I must eat a small serving of crow - he said to get 2 cans of beans I didn't once I got it all together... needed more beans. Well in my world it could have stayed that way but Bubba wanted - so Bubba went back to the grocery store and brought home more beans. If I must say - the chili was really pretty good!! I like it - ate too much. Tried to find the location of my interview this morning - then figured out how to use my smart phone - that I found out this morning isn't so fricking smart with the GPS...
And Monday - UP EARLY, interview, discovered job posted is SO not something I want to do for a week much less any time longer than that... it's called an Admin pumpkin not a System Integrator. Yeesh - which was a bummer, great location (not Maryland but...) and good parking without the death march to the office building. (Friday's interview)
Into work, new boss in town - she has yet to darken my door and introduce herself. I've been in 2 meetings with her already - she's said 10 words. Oh this could be so much fun... we shall see.
All right heading home, meeting tonight and a possibility of snow tomorrow. Kill me.
Friday, January 7, 2011
TGIF!
In more ways than one... first had an interview this morning. I think it's wrong when the first thing you think of is... How old ARE you? I'll be needing medicare soon - I can just feel it... cripes.
Got through it - not sure how well I did, I guess I'll know next week when I don't or do hear something. MUST remember bigger purse and sneakers - yeesh that place is a mile walk to anywhere and worse when you're lost. Definitely wearing the comfy's tomorrow.
Today also manage to erase ANY guilt I had about looking for another job. We have to send poison email after another to get things done - the code jockies have a series of steps they must complete in order to ship software - their idiot Napoleon leader thinks they don't have to listen to us...ah NO pumpkin because when the auditor comes guns blazing - I'm going to have my s$$% in a row - and point in your direction. I am a professional and I will do my job to the best of my ability - you want to play your little power games KNOCK YOURSELF OUT. I will follow the rules.
Yeah that 30 minute window of talking to the deputy PM (who was totally cool btw) and co-workers I like the Catholic guilt was creeping in then... Napoleon with the Indian accent kicks in - and poof gone like a chocolate bar on the first day of "Aunt Flo's" visit.
So dealt with that mess, well mostly enjoyed the emails my partner was sending and the responses from the new PM - have fun pumpkin we've fought this battle all yours now. Enjoy!
Came home, well first went to the Mart needed pantyhose and of course managed to pick up a few other things along the way. Bubba got hot dogs for dinner - I and I'm sure he is sick of left overs, and while I was totally in the mood for Chinese for dinner - he had it for lunch so he got dogs. Kiss Kiss hon.
I'm off with the girl's group ALL flipping day long. Most of the day is sitting on my expanding backside while the girls do their thing, then listening bad music while they don't dance. Then pack all their crap up and home we go. I have work stuff and Rainbow stuff to deal with so I have plenty of time killing things - it's all good. I'll be in a dress - not so good, but I will be wearing socks and sneakers as the hall is cold, and my feet are killing me from the walk-a-thon in girl (i.e. dress) shoes today... when will I learn?
Bubba was awful chatty on the phone tonight - makes me nervous, at this moment he's cool with the Saturday thing to a point I'm sure by the time I leave tomorrow morning something will put a bug in his buns and I'll storm out of here fuming and forget something I might have needed. We'll see.
He's also going over the neighbors to continue his domination of Power Grid with new suckers - I will be following bring my drink. ;-) You spend 9 hours with teenage girls and tell me you don't want a drink - you'd be lying!
On tale - I stuck my foot where my left molar should be... got an email from Girl's group Mom kid forgot her dress in not so close location - in NOVEMBER. The impression I got from Mom's email was nothing was done about it - I got a similar story when I contacted leader in not so close location - who basically said they called and texted - no response. So I got things handled; and sent a terse email to said kid and copied Mom. Answer your phone and messages and you won't have to scramble when you need your dress back.
I got an email from Mom telling me 1) how great said kid is now doing in school, and 2) she didn't deserve the message as she HAD responded. Ok fine I ate the crow apologized to her and kid. End of story? No - Mom writes again - now I'm ticked, lady I apologize once, your kid loses EVERYTHING and forgets the other half of her crap and NOW she's the perfect kid? No so fast. But then I throttled back, went to lunch, wrote back and moved on with my day. And yes dripping sweet - oh great job she's working hard, that's fab, and ended with we both have had to prod Kid in the past - so my message at first had a basis in that.
What I meant - your kid has lost, misplaced or out right mishandled every thing I've ever handed her. Another parent telling me she hasn't responded to a phone call or handled an issue is NOT out of the ordinary methodology for this kid. Her actively taking on an issue and getting it done - not so much. So you tell me - and WHY did I have to become involved? Why didn't you Mom, just pick up the flipping phone or email and contact Leader in not so close location? Because your kid is a screw up and we all know it - and you're the world's biggest enabler. But I'm not bitter or nothing. Really.
I think I'll start drinking now...
Stay warm off to enjoy my last hours of peace and quiet.
Got through it - not sure how well I did, I guess I'll know next week when I don't or do hear something. MUST remember bigger purse and sneakers - yeesh that place is a mile walk to anywhere and worse when you're lost. Definitely wearing the comfy's tomorrow.
Today also manage to erase ANY guilt I had about looking for another job. We have to send poison email after another to get things done - the code jockies have a series of steps they must complete in order to ship software - their idiot Napoleon leader thinks they don't have to listen to us...ah NO pumpkin because when the auditor comes guns blazing - I'm going to have my s$$% in a row - and point in your direction. I am a professional and I will do my job to the best of my ability - you want to play your little power games KNOCK YOURSELF OUT. I will follow the rules.
Yeah that 30 minute window of talking to the deputy PM (who was totally cool btw) and co-workers I like the Catholic guilt was creeping in then... Napoleon with the Indian accent kicks in - and poof gone like a chocolate bar on the first day of "Aunt Flo's" visit.
So dealt with that mess, well mostly enjoyed the emails my partner was sending and the responses from the new PM - have fun pumpkin we've fought this battle all yours now. Enjoy!
Came home, well first went to the Mart needed pantyhose and of course managed to pick up a few other things along the way. Bubba got hot dogs for dinner - I and I'm sure he is sick of left overs, and while I was totally in the mood for Chinese for dinner - he had it for lunch so he got dogs. Kiss Kiss hon.
I'm off with the girl's group ALL flipping day long. Most of the day is sitting on my expanding backside while the girls do their thing, then listening bad music while they don't dance. Then pack all their crap up and home we go. I have work stuff and Rainbow stuff to deal with so I have plenty of time killing things - it's all good. I'll be in a dress - not so good, but I will be wearing socks and sneakers as the hall is cold, and my feet are killing me from the walk-a-thon in girl (i.e. dress) shoes today... when will I learn?
Bubba was awful chatty on the phone tonight - makes me nervous, at this moment he's cool with the Saturday thing to a point I'm sure by the time I leave tomorrow morning something will put a bug in his buns and I'll storm out of here fuming and forget something I might have needed. We'll see.
He's also going over the neighbors to continue his domination of Power Grid with new suckers - I will be following bring my drink. ;-) You spend 9 hours with teenage girls and tell me you don't want a drink - you'd be lying!
On tale - I stuck my foot where my left molar should be... got an email from Girl's group Mom kid forgot her dress in not so close location - in NOVEMBER. The impression I got from Mom's email was nothing was done about it - I got a similar story when I contacted leader in not so close location - who basically said they called and texted - no response. So I got things handled; and sent a terse email to said kid and copied Mom. Answer your phone and messages and you won't have to scramble when you need your dress back.
I got an email from Mom telling me 1) how great said kid is now doing in school, and 2) she didn't deserve the message as she HAD responded. Ok fine I ate the crow apologized to her and kid. End of story? No - Mom writes again - now I'm ticked, lady I apologize once, your kid loses EVERYTHING and forgets the other half of her crap and NOW she's the perfect kid? No so fast. But then I throttled back, went to lunch, wrote back and moved on with my day. And yes dripping sweet - oh great job she's working hard, that's fab, and ended with we both have had to prod Kid in the past - so my message at first had a basis in that.
What I meant - your kid has lost, misplaced or out right mishandled every thing I've ever handed her. Another parent telling me she hasn't responded to a phone call or handled an issue is NOT out of the ordinary methodology for this kid. Her actively taking on an issue and getting it done - not so much. So you tell me - and WHY did I have to become involved? Why didn't you Mom, just pick up the flipping phone or email and contact Leader in not so close location? Because your kid is a screw up and we all know it - and you're the world's biggest enabler. But I'm not bitter or nothing. Really.
I think I'll start drinking now...
Stay warm off to enjoy my last hours of peace and quiet.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Seriously?
I asked this question again and again on a 40 minute trip to the post office then to the grocery store. Where on the planet do people get the idea that they are somehow more important than anyone else on the planet? Why do YOU get to sit in the middle of a drive through at the front door blocking the way for everyone else around and when you toot your horn to get this oh-so thoughtful individual to move his lazy backside YOU are the bad guy? Really lazy butt? It's called a parking space - try it. There isn't a person on this planet that can't use those extra 4 steps of exercise in your days.... including yours truly.
That was just trying to get to the post office boxes to simply mail a freaking letter...
Then as I am attempting to get out of crazy central - (the post office) a woman decided to PARK on the drive getting out - IN THE FLIPPING MIDDLE of the 'driveway' out to go through and pull all the newspapers out of the various boxes, did she pull close to the boxes so she didn't impede anyone trying to leave the post office? Did she put on her hazard lights to advise those that she wasn't going anywhere -- anytime soon? OF COURSE NOT - because the world apparently revolves around her as well and you trying to get around her parked car and not be hit head on by another idiot trying to pull into the post office was a real trick. Thankfully the guardian angels of stupid people allowed me to get out without getting hit and subsequently beating the living crap out of the woman who cause the whole mess to begin with...
Then to the grocery store - were apparently the stupid pill took an airborne form. One woman pulled in and out of a parking space 4 times before she decided she really did want to park. And of course I couldn't get around her because every freaking time I tried to go around her - she'd pull out. When she finally parked it took all I had in my not to give her a full Italian sal-ute.
Thankfully the grocery store was mid-day quiet as I didn't make the same mistake again and go later... remember today is Wednesday and Aunt Ing was working from home... always a good day.
I also got notice of a job opening - applied within the hour - can you tell I'm ready to be done with job. Crazy lady from Huntsville emailed again with another completely out of left field issue - only she's learned not to email me. She's moved on to my other blond half... who promptly emailed me... we had some fun with it between us... then answered in an appropriate, professional manner. Which wasn't nearly as fun as the stuff we sent to each other. We just have to be careful to make sure those emails stay between us - never good to meet your HR representative while they are reading and email you had no intention of sending to anyone...
OK well now it's late, I've got dinner to put together and pups to feed. I still love Wednesdays - don't you? ;-)
Oh - whisper of (shhhhh) snow for Friday morning. That should be an entertaining drive home...
That was just trying to get to the post office boxes to simply mail a freaking letter...
Then as I am attempting to get out of crazy central - (the post office) a woman decided to PARK on the drive getting out - IN THE FLIPPING MIDDLE of the 'driveway' out to go through and pull all the newspapers out of the various boxes, did she pull close to the boxes so she didn't impede anyone trying to leave the post office? Did she put on her hazard lights to advise those that she wasn't going anywhere -- anytime soon? OF COURSE NOT - because the world apparently revolves around her as well and you trying to get around her parked car and not be hit head on by another idiot trying to pull into the post office was a real trick. Thankfully the guardian angels of stupid people allowed me to get out without getting hit and subsequently beating the living crap out of the woman who cause the whole mess to begin with...
Then to the grocery store - were apparently the stupid pill took an airborne form. One woman pulled in and out of a parking space 4 times before she decided she really did want to park. And of course I couldn't get around her because every freaking time I tried to go around her - she'd pull out. When she finally parked it took all I had in my not to give her a full Italian sal-ute.
Thankfully the grocery store was mid-day quiet as I didn't make the same mistake again and go later... remember today is Wednesday and Aunt Ing was working from home... always a good day.
I also got notice of a job opening - applied within the hour - can you tell I'm ready to be done with job. Crazy lady from Huntsville emailed again with another completely out of left field issue - only she's learned not to email me. She's moved on to my other blond half... who promptly emailed me... we had some fun with it between us... then answered in an appropriate, professional manner. Which wasn't nearly as fun as the stuff we sent to each other. We just have to be careful to make sure those emails stay between us - never good to meet your HR representative while they are reading and email you had no intention of sending to anyone...
OK well now it's late, I've got dinner to put together and pups to feed. I still love Wednesdays - don't you? ;-)
Oh - whisper of (shhhhh) snow for Friday morning. That should be an entertaining drive home...
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
This working thing...
Has really got to stop. Seriously I've got other things to do - first and foremost is sleeping in, secondly I've got girl's group stuff to tend with, and ladies group stuff and bubba stuff then all this cooking and cleaning up after crap-ola has REALLY got to go... where is the Mega Millions ticket.
I could seriously live well on 220 Million dollars - heck I might even share with a family member or two - under the age of 10. Mostly. ;-)
Work has been work, conference calls are back, trying to catch up from basically 2 weeks of doing nothing, I've got stuff to keep me busy and no I haven't finishes it all yet. I've got time yet tonight and if the traffic report is any indication - I could stay put for a bit longer yet...
My morning started with a brutal wake up call regarding the size of my pants and what does and doesn't fit... yeesh. I really have to look into that duck-tape diet. One piece of duct-tape place over your pie-hole and watch the pounds melt away. I dunno - perhaps not as crazy as it sounds? After all how many people do you really talk to in a day? There is email, text, who needs to talk, you can breathe out of your nose... I really need help. Yeesh...
(knocking wood) Today has had limited drama - for that I am glad. I did remember to pick up bubba's shirts - as he called AND texted about it... Mr. I'll never use this... lookie there-- until it costs him money.
Nana didn't call last night - she had the Pap release valve who basically told her - the flavor has been chewed out that one sugar - put it away. I have a new favorite phrase for those situations... "I have a limited amount of 'give a $h%t' and you're not making the cut" LOVE it.
Apparently this is going to be a short post today... gotta love the quiet ones but it doesn't make for fun blogging.
I could seriously live well on 220 Million dollars - heck I might even share with a family member or two - under the age of 10. Mostly. ;-)
Work has been work, conference calls are back, trying to catch up from basically 2 weeks of doing nothing, I've got stuff to keep me busy and no I haven't finishes it all yet. I've got time yet tonight and if the traffic report is any indication - I could stay put for a bit longer yet...
My morning started with a brutal wake up call regarding the size of my pants and what does and doesn't fit... yeesh. I really have to look into that duck-tape diet. One piece of duct-tape place over your pie-hole and watch the pounds melt away. I dunno - perhaps not as crazy as it sounds? After all how many people do you really talk to in a day? There is email, text, who needs to talk, you can breathe out of your nose... I really need help. Yeesh...
(knocking wood) Today has had limited drama - for that I am glad. I did remember to pick up bubba's shirts - as he called AND texted about it... Mr. I'll never use this... lookie there-- until it costs him money.
Nana didn't call last night - she had the Pap release valve who basically told her - the flavor has been chewed out that one sugar - put it away. I have a new favorite phrase for those situations... "I have a limited amount of 'give a $h%t' and you're not making the cut" LOVE it.
Apparently this is going to be a short post today... gotta love the quiet ones but it doesn't make for fun blogging.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Back to work...
And that has been pretty uneventful... up WAY to early dealt with the morning meeting and then the rest of the day has been adjusting to all these people working in the office today... yeesh not used to all this noise. ;-)
heading home early and frankly looking forward to the phone call from mama after she dumps her brother, my uncle, on the airplane home. I only had to share space with him for a few days and well I didn't think about it much. Apparently Nana has had more issues - plus there is that whole 'let it go' thing she has trouble with... but I have certainly vented to her enough - I am happy to let her go. After all it keeps our blood pressure under some control.
I've got a meeting tonight - just the girls - so organizing cats. And that is just the parents... then I will come home and go to bed. I hate those early mornings... it's just not my schedule.
The big thing on my plate is my yearly review - the greatest work of fiction I write on a yearly basis. I solved world hungry (i.e. I ate lunch daily) I supported the green initiative (worked from home as often as possible - including a week during the blizzards...) and ensured from my little fingers that software was released on time on schedule and without errors - with a little help from developers, testers and other 'support' personnel. Shakespeare isn't it? (not it's not but I hate yearly reviews.) This is what I do all day which is make you money which you keep in exchange you give me a paycheck, health insurance and a T1 line when I need fast Internet. A fair exchange, now as gas is going up - you can up that paycheck a bit. Oh how I wish. Actually what I would love to do one day is insert a line about saving the office from the invasion of the mor-on people who cleverly disguise themselves as upper management; but thanks to my logic spewing spray they ran away in terror and hysterics. But as those people are the ones who approve that minor bump in the paycheck and the continued delivery of said paycheck... I do that here and move on with my day.
On the upside - Bubba said he will be working major hours for the next two weeks - so bonus peace and quiet time at night - until Captain Cranky Pants comes home tired and hungry -- -then he will expect me step up and feed his fanny. And to you funny boys and girls who ask "why can't he do it himself?" apparently aren't reading this blog on a regular basis. Step it up will you?
Other than that it's been a quiet day and I'm hoping it stays that way... Cripes I need a nap.
Of course check back tomorrow I may document the Nana-rant or something new and fun may occur in the nerd meetings of Tuesday. or not. ;-)
Oh and where I said God has a sense of humor - Mother Nature apparently had a hot flash this weekend - and now it's over. 60 degrees this weekend and back to 41 - I'm so done with winter - already.
heading home early and frankly looking forward to the phone call from mama after she dumps her brother, my uncle, on the airplane home. I only had to share space with him for a few days and well I didn't think about it much. Apparently Nana has had more issues - plus there is that whole 'let it go' thing she has trouble with... but I have certainly vented to her enough - I am happy to let her go. After all it keeps our blood pressure under some control.
I've got a meeting tonight - just the girls - so organizing cats. And that is just the parents... then I will come home and go to bed. I hate those early mornings... it's just not my schedule.
The big thing on my plate is my yearly review - the greatest work of fiction I write on a yearly basis. I solved world hungry (i.e. I ate lunch daily) I supported the green initiative (worked from home as often as possible - including a week during the blizzards...) and ensured from my little fingers that software was released on time on schedule and without errors - with a little help from developers, testers and other 'support' personnel. Shakespeare isn't it? (not it's not but I hate yearly reviews.) This is what I do all day which is make you money which you keep in exchange you give me a paycheck, health insurance and a T1 line when I need fast Internet. A fair exchange, now as gas is going up - you can up that paycheck a bit. Oh how I wish. Actually what I would love to do one day is insert a line about saving the office from the invasion of the mor-on people who cleverly disguise themselves as upper management; but thanks to my logic spewing spray they ran away in terror and hysterics. But as those people are the ones who approve that minor bump in the paycheck and the continued delivery of said paycheck... I do that here and move on with my day.
On the upside - Bubba said he will be working major hours for the next two weeks - so bonus peace and quiet time at night - until Captain Cranky Pants comes home tired and hungry -- -then he will expect me step up and feed his fanny. And to you funny boys and girls who ask "why can't he do it himself?" apparently aren't reading this blog on a regular basis. Step it up will you?
Other than that it's been a quiet day and I'm hoping it stays that way... Cripes I need a nap.
Of course check back tomorrow I may document the Nana-rant or something new and fun may occur in the nerd meetings of Tuesday. or not. ;-)
Oh and where I said God has a sense of humor - Mother Nature apparently had a hot flash this weekend - and now it's over. 60 degrees this weekend and back to 41 - I'm so done with winter - already.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Day 2...
Not nearly as exciting as the first day of the year but boy howdy will I take it. Up moving, breakfast, grocery store and done. Now as I had Bubba with me the grocery store trip was a bit longer than usual - as we must "shop" and when you find only one of something you must search for another 15 minutes to find "something else".
People I can't make this stuff up. I needed barely to make soup - we found one box, one brand and that boys and girls was that. But did we simply buy that box and move on with our day? Of course not we had to "shop" in case there was another brand (i.e. cheaper price) Didn't find one had less than zero interest in looking - unlike others.
So that done, home, football (beat those brownies!) put away Christmas decorations with some help from Bubba put together soup - now getting down to Zero hour dinner, change out to do some ladies group stuff then... up way to freaking early.
Now small rant - I announce dinner in 10 minutes apparently in Bubba-speak that means come and "help" cook the meal. What does this mean? The broth is too thin, how did you make the biscuits - I might have a soup recipe from the lodge (like that would be helpful now) and finally I snap - "You cannot come in and cook at the 11th hour" He pours himself a soda-pop and leaves my kitchen. I thicken up the soup, let it cook, set the timer, blog and move on about my day...
Day 2 of 2011 so much like the 365 of 2010.
I would ask for some variety but I know for a fact God has a wicked sense of humor and he'd show me all right. So taking what I know and enjoying technology.
Amen.
People I can't make this stuff up. I needed barely to make soup - we found one box, one brand and that boys and girls was that. But did we simply buy that box and move on with our day? Of course not we had to "shop" in case there was another brand (i.e. cheaper price) Didn't find one had less than zero interest in looking - unlike others.
So that done, home, football (beat those brownies!) put away Christmas decorations with some help from Bubba put together soup - now getting down to Zero hour dinner, change out to do some ladies group stuff then... up way to freaking early.
Now small rant - I announce dinner in 10 minutes apparently in Bubba-speak that means come and "help" cook the meal. What does this mean? The broth is too thin, how did you make the biscuits - I might have a soup recipe from the lodge (like that would be helpful now) and finally I snap - "You cannot come in and cook at the 11th hour" He pours himself a soda-pop and leaves my kitchen. I thicken up the soup, let it cook, set the timer, blog and move on about my day...
Day 2 of 2011 so much like the 365 of 2010.
I would ask for some variety but I know for a fact God has a wicked sense of humor and he'd show me all right. So taking what I know and enjoying technology.
Amen.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
And Happy Freaking New Year to you...
First an apology - in front of everyone. Apparently my sister's husband did not take the Soprano's humor or his preferring to be in jail in the spirit I intended. For that I do apologize... Brother M - it really was meant as humor - Bubba and I understand "stuff" happens we move on from life and that is all... Happy New Year - and sincerely it's all in good clean (mostly clean) fun.
Now for our New Year's Day...
Oh it started nice enough... at the neighbor's good eats good drink all around good stuff..home loved the pups and to bed and dead... up way late but that was a good thing too...zzzz
Usual morning routine, fed pups and sat on my fanny turned on the Rose Parade enjoyed it for a bit - then it was up and moving and suddenly off we went. To the mall... to exchange some pants for me and pants and shirts for him. I tried on several pairs of pants - found what I needed exchanged then found Bubba... humming and hawing at probably trying to find the most obscure size on the good green earth... He decided to stick with the shirt he had - good call.
While yes Round is a shape - they don't make that in a dress shirt. And no I am not going to admit what size pants I bought. EVER.
So we tend to that mess, he decides he wants to see what else we need at the mall, restroom first - we had breakfast - then to Sears to attempt to find more stuff for his Charlie Brown Christmas tree his sister bought him... it's New Year the Christmas stuff is sooo picked over I'm amazed there aren't turkey bones on the shelves just to prove a point. And another thing I don't want to spend my day at the freaking mall I want to get my stuff done and go home! He wants to play with the 3D TV - they are fuzzy and I'm not going to stand around for 10 minutes waiting for Carla the Associate to quit doing her nails and notice you standing there so you can play with a TV you don't need and won't buy. WHY oh WHY would you waste that kind of time? Really? But this is why it takes 3 hours to get something done while most people would be done in under an hour. Finally I tick him off enough to bag the TV section then he decides we're going to shop for a new washer - NO not today. Moving on NOW.... then we get to the picked over Christmas section - do we declare it a loss and move on --- hello are you reading this or just getting a tan from the monitor glow? Of course we don't move on - we putz about thinking that somewhere in the law and garden section we will magically find the one last bit of Christmas foolishness left just for him... there was not.
So - up side wandered into Hallmark found some cards half off and another goodie so I had that going for me - which is nice. (Starting to feel I'm over using that one... must watch another movie...)
We wandered into Macy's as he thought they would have something Christmas we could look at - and no I didn't point out those sales were worth the effort a week ago... we went - made our way to the Christmas but first! (you knew this was coming) he has to look at the coffee makers like the one we got Nana... again this is what just makes these trips so freaking stressful... why oh why do we have to shop for something WE ALREADY BOUGHT? Does anyone else on the planet do this? Seriously?
Moved on from coffee - and to the one stand with wilted (might as well have been) ornaments, broken toys and a sad display tree with 6 things hanging off of it... I made no comment - we didn't linger.
So finally we head back to the car, stopping only to price cell phone covers to ensure that when I shop on line, we're getting the best deal. We're off to the Mart - returning his movie for the fancy one, we do that minimum of fuss except the man can move like the wind when it's something he wants and like pond water when I'm waiting on him. So I wait and wait - two calls and a text later he shows up...movie is exchanged finally we get home. But not before... the first "words" of the year.
He asks me if I signed up for the massage of the month club - I had - he belonged well apparently what was good for the goose is NOT good for the gander. We don't have the same goals and how could I spend all that money... same chorus new tune for the new year... so words exchanged frustration mounts on both sides. I take my usual tact and stop talking it saves from cleaning up the blood and trying to explain that Bubba is on "vacation".
I get on the computer I find all the needed accessories for our new phones, purchase (my word spending money again like it's going out of style) for both of us... find a recipe for soup tomorrow then head upstairs and make New Year's dinner - with all requested items and one for me. The asparagus dish from Christmas - I had veggies that needed eaten. So I got the best compliment I could get - he ate and didn't talk - and I made him eat at the dining room table. It's a holiday - once a freaking year deal with it.
He got out of dishes because his buddy from CA called.
Called my sister to give her a bit of a jab - then found out my Brother in law wasn't pleased with me and I am truly unhappy about that one - and it hopefully will pass into Bubba's sports overloaded brain... darling sis mentioned the Blog... Bubba didn't know this is out here... yikes. :-)
But dishes are done, kitchen is 9/10's clean, hockey was recorded as the boys chatted for a bit, and we polished off a lovely bottle of wine. I am now going to be lazy - and attempt the same for tomorrow... it probably won't work but one can hope.
I hope everyone welcomed in the new year with family, friends and loved ones. Here is to 2011 - may it bring you all you hope for and not go nearly as quick as 2010 did... yeesh.
One final note... Bubba knows how to set up his ring tones... he's got a special one for me... George Strait - 'And she'll leave you with a smile' Tell me how can he do that on one hand and be such a putz on the other? hang on to that boys and girls it' will be another 4 months before he does something like that again... right before I figure out how to kill him and get away with it... ;-)
Now for our New Year's Day...
Oh it started nice enough... at the neighbor's good eats good drink all around good stuff..home loved the pups and to bed and dead... up way late but that was a good thing too...zzzz
Usual morning routine, fed pups and sat on my fanny turned on the Rose Parade enjoyed it for a bit - then it was up and moving and suddenly off we went. To the mall... to exchange some pants for me and pants and shirts for him. I tried on several pairs of pants - found what I needed exchanged then found Bubba... humming and hawing at probably trying to find the most obscure size on the good green earth... He decided to stick with the shirt he had - good call.
While yes Round is a shape - they don't make that in a dress shirt. And no I am not going to admit what size pants I bought. EVER.
So we tend to that mess, he decides he wants to see what else we need at the mall, restroom first - we had breakfast - then to Sears to attempt to find more stuff for his Charlie Brown Christmas tree his sister bought him... it's New Year the Christmas stuff is sooo picked over I'm amazed there aren't turkey bones on the shelves just to prove a point. And another thing I don't want to spend my day at the freaking mall I want to get my stuff done and go home! He wants to play with the 3D TV - they are fuzzy and I'm not going to stand around for 10 minutes waiting for Carla the Associate to quit doing her nails and notice you standing there so you can play with a TV you don't need and won't buy. WHY oh WHY would you waste that kind of time? Really? But this is why it takes 3 hours to get something done while most people would be done in under an hour. Finally I tick him off enough to bag the TV section then he decides we're going to shop for a new washer - NO not today. Moving on NOW.... then we get to the picked over Christmas section - do we declare it a loss and move on --- hello are you reading this or just getting a tan from the monitor glow? Of course we don't move on - we putz about thinking that somewhere in the law and garden section we will magically find the one last bit of Christmas foolishness left just for him... there was not.
So - up side wandered into Hallmark found some cards half off and another goodie so I had that going for me - which is nice. (Starting to feel I'm over using that one... must watch another movie...)
We wandered into Macy's as he thought they would have something Christmas we could look at - and no I didn't point out those sales were worth the effort a week ago... we went - made our way to the Christmas but first! (you knew this was coming) he has to look at the coffee makers like the one we got Nana... again this is what just makes these trips so freaking stressful... why oh why do we have to shop for something WE ALREADY BOUGHT? Does anyone else on the planet do this? Seriously?
Moved on from coffee - and to the one stand with wilted (might as well have been) ornaments, broken toys and a sad display tree with 6 things hanging off of it... I made no comment - we didn't linger.
So finally we head back to the car, stopping only to price cell phone covers to ensure that when I shop on line, we're getting the best deal. We're off to the Mart - returning his movie for the fancy one, we do that minimum of fuss except the man can move like the wind when it's something he wants and like pond water when I'm waiting on him. So I wait and wait - two calls and a text later he shows up...movie is exchanged finally we get home. But not before... the first "words" of the year.
He asks me if I signed up for the massage of the month club - I had - he belonged well apparently what was good for the goose is NOT good for the gander. We don't have the same goals and how could I spend all that money... same chorus new tune for the new year... so words exchanged frustration mounts on both sides. I take my usual tact and stop talking it saves from cleaning up the blood and trying to explain that Bubba is on "vacation".
I get on the computer I find all the needed accessories for our new phones, purchase (my word spending money again like it's going out of style) for both of us... find a recipe for soup tomorrow then head upstairs and make New Year's dinner - with all requested items and one for me. The asparagus dish from Christmas - I had veggies that needed eaten. So I got the best compliment I could get - he ate and didn't talk - and I made him eat at the dining room table. It's a holiday - once a freaking year deal with it.
He got out of dishes because his buddy from CA called.
Called my sister to give her a bit of a jab - then found out my Brother in law wasn't pleased with me and I am truly unhappy about that one - and it hopefully will pass into Bubba's sports overloaded brain... darling sis mentioned the Blog... Bubba didn't know this is out here... yikes. :-)
But dishes are done, kitchen is 9/10's clean, hockey was recorded as the boys chatted for a bit, and we polished off a lovely bottle of wine. I am now going to be lazy - and attempt the same for tomorrow... it probably won't work but one can hope.
I hope everyone welcomed in the new year with family, friends and loved ones. Here is to 2011 - may it bring you all you hope for and not go nearly as quick as 2010 did... yeesh.
One final note... Bubba knows how to set up his ring tones... he's got a special one for me... George Strait - 'And she'll leave you with a smile' Tell me how can he do that on one hand and be such a putz on the other? hang on to that boys and girls it' will be another 4 months before he does something like that again... right before I figure out how to kill him and get away with it... ;-)
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