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.
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