I rolled my old, chubby fanny out of bed at 5:00 am (ish) to watch the royal wedding, heck I watched his mother get married, watched her funeral - I'm a chick - we dig weddings. As long as we are not in them. ;-)
Then I trudged off to work, where Fridays are DEAD, and the yes in all CAPS. So got through the day, came home, Bubba already home, lawn mowed, things tended - shucky already. Plus he stopped off and handled his own errands for his trip to Vegas and instead of accepting the modest meal I has planned - the man is taking me out to dinner. Apparently the guilty gene of the quarter has kicked in and I'm going to accept the benefits. Yee haw
Plus Aunt Ing is going shopping this weekend for some new work clothes, it's time Yes my closet is full but it's time to recirculate - there is some seriously old stuff in there and there is the potential fit issue.
Of course as I sat down to blog about and how he's ticked me off again about not doing anything because I came home and sat on the couch for 15 minutes... Bubba decided to come in the office, pester me about our moving retirement account stuff - email this guy, print this, move up, go down - the man reads I swear at 2 words a freaking minute! So we got his issues tended I hoped to get my Ladies' Group books done for the meeting I missed Monday due to car issues - but NO had to sit and help. GO AWAY.
Dinner - out peaceful weekend.... ahhh all better.
Now I'm off to take out my contacts because I'm tired and so are my eyes and to enjoy dinner out. Take the good - always!
Friday, April 29, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
The Captain has been promoted...
He is now MAJOR Crankypants and he's starting to give me a rash! Monday evening with the temps soaring to the mid-80's Aunt Ing being the pampered princess that she is - turned on her Air Conditioner only to watch the temperature gauge begin a slow but steady climb up! Even I know that isn't a good thing, so turned off the a/c continued along and waiting for the gauge to go down...it did not. Minor panic begins but fear not our hero does have a brain - in spite of husband claims to the contrary ... she pulls off into the mall parking lot - under some shade. Turns off the car and calls Bubba. Of course he's helpful and concerned - right after the grump of being at work and the faintly annoyed tone of "what do you want me to do about it?"
But he does offer some suggestions things to look for, and the number to the mechanic. I already had the number, we arranged drop off and pick up - I missed my Ladies' meeting because he couldn't leave 20 minutes sooner than could have (remember this for later) but I get to the mechanic, I get home thanks to Bubba and now Wednesday it's fixed, it was minor and thank goodness is was cheap ~200 bucks or so. You may note the time line drop off car Monday night - pick up Wednesday night. That means 2 - count them - 2 mornings with Bubba - being driven to work because he can't get to my building. So we start the day with grumpy and Tuesday thanks to a meeting of mine and an interview of his and the linear nature of time. Meaning my meeting ran late - which means i was late picking his ass up - and of course he left he sitting there for another 10 minutes while he sauntered down from his office - then the grumped about me, the traffic and I guess life in general because frankly I quit listening.
He made his interview, whatever - bla bla bla - bottom line - he didn't bother to eat dinner - can I make him something? here eat this.
This morning he starts when his car wasn't leaving the garage correctly and frankly if it wasn't for the fact my car was in the shop and the endless whining I would have to listen to - I'd hit the gas instead of the breaks. Take two - we are on our way dump his fanny off and head into to work. Very quiet but I have some things to do we leave early enough to pickup my car and ahhh we are a two car family again. Bummer I have to be up and out the door before it's nature to be in a vertical position.
Now he is harping me about my 401K stuff - we need to move some stuff around to where it is written is frankly Greek to me - every time he brings it up I ask - can you tell me what this is? Yes I will help you - tonight I get I can't do it for you it's been sitting around just do it. so here I sit with the website up and ready and where is my CPA? Watching hockey and bitching at me. I'll get right on this dear it's been sitting here for a week waiting for your royal decree that you can interrupt your busy schedule to deal with this. Must be hell being you.
Blogus interruptus - we hit between hockey periods, he worked his numbers magic - I did my computer magic and in 30 minutes later we're done - he's happy and I'm wondering if I still have any pain meds left over from my surgery. All right I need a big glass of water and 15 minutes with my nose buried in a book.
Tomorrow is another day - enjoy the weather boys and girls.
But he does offer some suggestions things to look for, and the number to the mechanic. I already had the number, we arranged drop off and pick up - I missed my Ladies' meeting because he couldn't leave 20 minutes sooner than could have (remember this for later) but I get to the mechanic, I get home thanks to Bubba and now Wednesday it's fixed, it was minor and thank goodness is was cheap ~200 bucks or so. You may note the time line drop off car Monday night - pick up Wednesday night. That means 2 - count them - 2 mornings with Bubba - being driven to work because he can't get to my building. So we start the day with grumpy and Tuesday thanks to a meeting of mine and an interview of his and the linear nature of time. Meaning my meeting ran late - which means i was late picking his ass up - and of course he left he sitting there for another 10 minutes while he sauntered down from his office - then the grumped about me, the traffic and I guess life in general because frankly I quit listening.
He made his interview, whatever - bla bla bla - bottom line - he didn't bother to eat dinner - can I make him something? here eat this.
This morning he starts when his car wasn't leaving the garage correctly and frankly if it wasn't for the fact my car was in the shop and the endless whining I would have to listen to - I'd hit the gas instead of the breaks. Take two - we are on our way dump his fanny off and head into to work. Very quiet but I have some things to do we leave early enough to pickup my car and ahhh we are a two car family again. Bummer I have to be up and out the door before it's nature to be in a vertical position.
Now he is harping me about my 401K stuff - we need to move some stuff around to where it is written is frankly Greek to me - every time he brings it up I ask - can you tell me what this is? Yes I will help you - tonight I get I can't do it for you it's been sitting around just do it. so here I sit with the website up and ready and where is my CPA? Watching hockey and bitching at me. I'll get right on this dear it's been sitting here for a week waiting for your royal decree that you can interrupt your busy schedule to deal with this. Must be hell being you.
Blogus interruptus - we hit between hockey periods, he worked his numbers magic - I did my computer magic and in 30 minutes later we're done - he's happy and I'm wondering if I still have any pain meds left over from my surgery. All right I need a big glass of water and 15 minutes with my nose buried in a book.
Tomorrow is another day - enjoy the weather boys and girls.
Monday, April 25, 2011
One ham, two glasses of wine ...
And Captain Crankypants - and his parents - that boys and girls is what I call Easter dinner. The parental units 'd Bubba arrived later than I anticipated, which worked well for me as I got all the prep work done, the munchies done and had time to sit and relax with my book.
Bubba - aka Captain Crankypants was in full mood - oh he was good when we got up got moving, enjoyed his bagel and coffee, went off to get his car washed, returned home quickly as it was closed, did his own in the driveway. Then he came inside to email a resume or something and had a fit because the home account says it's from "Aunt Ing" without a mention of Bubba. He calls me downstairs from the kitchen and tells me to "fix it". Small side bar here - had I kept the large kitchen knife in my hand Easter dinner would have been very different in the this household. Since I left it upstairs I told Bubba in the most pleasant, stress free voice I had; that his request phrased oh so nicely - was simply going to have to wait due to the small issue of dinner prep was well underway.... (it went something like this--are you nuts? I'm busy - that can freaking wait until tonight - unless you're cooking dinner!) There might have been some muttering about idiot husbands and his idiotic thought process - then I took a hunk out of a fingernail while slicing an onion and decided to stop seeing my husband's face on the cutting board - less unintentional blood be shed.
Dinner went off without much of a hitch, always hard to get it all on the table while everything is still warm, but we managed. Dinner was enjoyed, Ma Bubba helped with clean up and we enjoyed dessert a bit later. Pap drove home to lower Maryland, Mom stayed the night, went to bed early and was up and out the door before I could offer her a mug of coffee to go. Ok - see ya - and you're little dog too...
Now there was some interesting gossip to go along with munchies, wine and lack of husbands - they were outside grunting at car stuff or whatever they do out there... ANY way...
The gossip was about her daughter - sister de'Bubba, we'll call her T for short. Well first story is that T had a big dog - it was a boxer and between you and me - that dog was the homeliest thing you've ever seen and it needed room to run - there was no where at my sister-in-law's place for that dog to run. ANY way - apparently this pup had some kind of cyst on it's face or ear and due to cost constraints they didn't take him to the vet - it grew and very recently the poor pup died. Well - Mum-in-law is not happy that her daughter didn't tend to this pup - didn't bother to get things at least checked and just let things go. T's answer was it was going to be $400 plus dollars and that was too much money. Er - they both work, their daughter is having most (I'm sure) of her college expenses being paid for by her uncle and aunt. (i.e. Bubba and Ing) what kind of lavish lifestyle are you people living in great Burb of 'de burgh? And ya'll don't live in the ritzy one either....
ANY way - this was a piece of grist Mum-in-law was chewing well past the flavor being gone. (see movie Ya-ya sisterhood for that reference) If she mentioned it once it was 4-5 times... after all she's got a dog she basically hand feeds and demands water fresh it can't sit around for hours or over night - the dog won't drink it - seriously. My dogs drink from mud puddles. Go figure.
The next and to me more entertaining piece of gossip was the state of T's marriage, now once before her hubby had packed his bags and moved OUT. Frankly son, you were gone - why waste the gas coming back? but that's just bitchy me. ;-) ANY way.... mum-in-law tells me that while T is now working full time, as is her husband - it is up to her husband to pay all the bills from his check, and SHE will give him what every money she thinks he should have. Er - WHA? Apparently the last part changed when he moved out the first time and got his own checking account, he kept it when he moved back in. Smart boy. Now T works shifts she's a nurse - so the nights he was home alone, he'd be invited to eat dinner with his mum-in-law (same as mine), or Niece A and her family - but his wife yelled at him so now he stays home and eats alone. Seriously.
And the last bits she told me was T's daughter aka Niece D tells her grandmother (my mum-in-law) that T leaves notes of things that must be done her in absence. Like the laundry, like clean the house, the bathrooms, etc. BUT on her day's off she sleeps in, and tells everyone how tired she is. WHERE do you find husband's like this? Who just accept that their manhood has been lopped off and they just do what they are told? Where did I miss this in the handbook? I never thought my brother would be one - but he's still a step up from T's husband. From all that house cleaning when he finds the jar she's got his stuff - stuffed into - he's outta there sister enjoy the quiet. I mean yeesh and enough already. Apparently T has had the same surgery I did, yanked out half her lady parts - and Mum-in-law told T's husband things would get better - she's since apologized for lying to the man.
I got up went to work today, have computer access - just not to the outside world yet but we're working the issue. Met electronically my Large nameless Corporation's manager type person, i should meet him in person tomorrow. i think Bubba has finally unclenched his nether regions - and will probably have to see the doctor about tighty-whitey removal... you can only sterilize tongs SO many times.
Pens lost - game Seven Bubba is not pleased... but he's watching comedy - it should be all right.
Bubba - aka Captain Crankypants was in full mood - oh he was good when we got up got moving, enjoyed his bagel and coffee, went off to get his car washed, returned home quickly as it was closed, did his own in the driveway. Then he came inside to email a resume or something and had a fit because the home account says it's from "Aunt Ing" without a mention of Bubba. He calls me downstairs from the kitchen and tells me to "fix it". Small side bar here - had I kept the large kitchen knife in my hand Easter dinner would have been very different in the this household. Since I left it upstairs I told Bubba in the most pleasant, stress free voice I had; that his request phrased oh so nicely - was simply going to have to wait due to the small issue of dinner prep was well underway.... (it went something like this--are you nuts? I'm busy - that can freaking wait until tonight - unless you're cooking dinner!) There might have been some muttering about idiot husbands and his idiotic thought process - then I took a hunk out of a fingernail while slicing an onion and decided to stop seeing my husband's face on the cutting board - less unintentional blood be shed.
Dinner went off without much of a hitch, always hard to get it all on the table while everything is still warm, but we managed. Dinner was enjoyed, Ma Bubba helped with clean up and we enjoyed dessert a bit later. Pap drove home to lower Maryland, Mom stayed the night, went to bed early and was up and out the door before I could offer her a mug of coffee to go. Ok - see ya - and you're little dog too...
Now there was some interesting gossip to go along with munchies, wine and lack of husbands - they were outside grunting at car stuff or whatever they do out there... ANY way...
The gossip was about her daughter - sister de'Bubba, we'll call her T for short. Well first story is that T had a big dog - it was a boxer and between you and me - that dog was the homeliest thing you've ever seen and it needed room to run - there was no where at my sister-in-law's place for that dog to run. ANY way - apparently this pup had some kind of cyst on it's face or ear and due to cost constraints they didn't take him to the vet - it grew and very recently the poor pup died. Well - Mum-in-law is not happy that her daughter didn't tend to this pup - didn't bother to get things at least checked and just let things go. T's answer was it was going to be $400 plus dollars and that was too much money. Er - they both work, their daughter is having most (I'm sure) of her college expenses being paid for by her uncle and aunt. (i.e. Bubba and Ing) what kind of lavish lifestyle are you people living in great Burb of 'de burgh? And ya'll don't live in the ritzy one either....
ANY way - this was a piece of grist Mum-in-law was chewing well past the flavor being gone. (see movie Ya-ya sisterhood for that reference) If she mentioned it once it was 4-5 times... after all she's got a dog she basically hand feeds and demands water fresh it can't sit around for hours or over night - the dog won't drink it - seriously. My dogs drink from mud puddles. Go figure.
The next and to me more entertaining piece of gossip was the state of T's marriage, now once before her hubby had packed his bags and moved OUT. Frankly son, you were gone - why waste the gas coming back? but that's just bitchy me. ;-) ANY way.... mum-in-law tells me that while T is now working full time, as is her husband - it is up to her husband to pay all the bills from his check, and SHE will give him what every money she thinks he should have. Er - WHA? Apparently the last part changed when he moved out the first time and got his own checking account, he kept it when he moved back in. Smart boy. Now T works shifts she's a nurse - so the nights he was home alone, he'd be invited to eat dinner with his mum-in-law (same as mine), or Niece A and her family - but his wife yelled at him so now he stays home and eats alone. Seriously.
And the last bits she told me was T's daughter aka Niece D tells her grandmother (my mum-in-law) that T leaves notes of things that must be done her in absence. Like the laundry, like clean the house, the bathrooms, etc. BUT on her day's off she sleeps in, and tells everyone how tired she is. WHERE do you find husband's like this? Who just accept that their manhood has been lopped off and they just do what they are told? Where did I miss this in the handbook? I never thought my brother would be one - but he's still a step up from T's husband. From all that house cleaning when he finds the jar she's got his stuff - stuffed into - he's outta there sister enjoy the quiet. I mean yeesh and enough already. Apparently T has had the same surgery I did, yanked out half her lady parts - and Mum-in-law told T's husband things would get better - she's since apologized for lying to the man.
I got up went to work today, have computer access - just not to the outside world yet but we're working the issue. Met electronically my Large nameless Corporation's manager type person, i should meet him in person tomorrow. i think Bubba has finally unclenched his nether regions - and will probably have to see the doctor about tighty-whitey removal... you can only sterilize tongs SO many times.
Pens lost - game Seven Bubba is not pleased... but he's watching comedy - it should be all right.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
The calm before the invasion
Today, without tempting the gods, has been a good day, oh it started with some snark - but right night the zen is a rocking.
Up with Captain Crankypants - hurry up we need to get stuff done...bla bla bla Mornings are SO not my time of day. Anyway up, dogs, shower, out to the lodge pancake breakfast, ate, visited, and headed out to get our ham, groceries then back to the lodge to clean up - and they were done when I got there I feel a bit guilty about that but I will do more next time and they know that. It gave me extra time to mellow out - so guilt is... waning.
So - home sooner than I expected, let the dogs out, then decided - screw this he's getting a massage I'm going to relax for 45 minutes - yes I timed it. Other wise I'd get into the story and he'd come home and find the house a mess and me still reading. It's all about presentation boys and girls - remember that. So buzzer went off, I did indeed close my book, cleaned the kitchen, started the dishwasher, picked up the house, moved things about, tucked things away, paid the bills, and here I sit. Plus I got something defrosting for dinner - as we're going next door to play board games tonight - it's quick and easy. Unlike anything that will be tomorrow. No bad ju-ju today - all good things.
After all the sun has come out and life is mellow right now.
Of course we had a wobble in the force when Bubba arrived home and asked me if I had time to clean up the backyard so he could mow the grass - AFTER HIS HOCKEY GAME. (which he taped - and from the swearing the fast forwarding going on... they aren't doing well) ... I said (stupidly) I would help him. Please don't ask me why --- oh I know why Bubba is on edge as it is soo I figure why wiggle the force field anymore than I have to. right now it's leaning good, oh there has been some moments that I have poked through like the dark side displaying through the bright light of good... never mind. We're leaning good - so we're taking one for the team and helping out.
Off we go - the bling at Christmas this year is going to be blinding. Just so you know.
Later.
Up with Captain Crankypants - hurry up we need to get stuff done...bla bla bla Mornings are SO not my time of day. Anyway up, dogs, shower, out to the lodge pancake breakfast, ate, visited, and headed out to get our ham, groceries then back to the lodge to clean up - and they were done when I got there I feel a bit guilty about that but I will do more next time and they know that. It gave me extra time to mellow out - so guilt is... waning.
So - home sooner than I expected, let the dogs out, then decided - screw this he's getting a massage I'm going to relax for 45 minutes - yes I timed it. Other wise I'd get into the story and he'd come home and find the house a mess and me still reading. It's all about presentation boys and girls - remember that. So buzzer went off, I did indeed close my book, cleaned the kitchen, started the dishwasher, picked up the house, moved things about, tucked things away, paid the bills, and here I sit. Plus I got something defrosting for dinner - as we're going next door to play board games tonight - it's quick and easy. Unlike anything that will be tomorrow. No bad ju-ju today - all good things.
After all the sun has come out and life is mellow right now.
Of course we had a wobble in the force when Bubba arrived home and asked me if I had time to clean up the backyard so he could mow the grass - AFTER HIS HOCKEY GAME. (which he taped - and from the swearing the fast forwarding going on... they aren't doing well) ... I said (stupidly) I would help him. Please don't ask me why --- oh I know why Bubba is on edge as it is soo I figure why wiggle the force field anymore than I have to. right now it's leaning good, oh there has been some moments that I have poked through like the dark side displaying through the bright light of good... never mind. We're leaning good - so we're taking one for the team and helping out.
Off we go - the bling at Christmas this year is going to be blinding. Just so you know.
Later.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Are they or aren't they?
My in-laws (no I'm really married... neither Bubba nor I are getting out this that easy) the question at 6:15 PM Friday night is are they coming for the weekend or just Easter dinner. When I called Bubba at 10:30 this morning - he STILL had not called his own mother to figure out if we're hosting for a day or the entire flipping weekend.
And here I sit - kitchen is a mess, the dining room table has crap on it and I here I sit. I will get to the kitchen, besides I need to make dinner. Today at work was QUIET - and apparently this is a usual occurrence, Fridays are dead. I can so make this work for me.
I will have outside access to the world Monday - actually I had it today but couldn't figure out how to make it work - I will ask Monday. Just like I asked how to get on a printer. Its the little steps boys and girls with the new jobs that make life worth living. Just a little life lesson there for ya...
Shelby is a bit more spring-y than usual, she's been cooped up and my dog walker/ letter-outter has moved away. Yes the kid next door who's sole goal in life was to become a piece of furniture in her parents home - has a place of her own. Let the countdown clock begin.... And that is not nice but somewhat true. Who knows she may discover life with Dad nagging at you regular might be a good thing - but without Mom's cooking - life gets tough. Ask me. ;-)
So Mr. Happy called, he is stuck in traffic and grumping at me as I can type and talk at the same time - I have many talents oh husband of mine - you keep thinking there are magic fairies in
the house.
Oh with the phone call we have an update - Sunday only - whew... I've got the Saturday to get my stuff together - cool wine with dinner tonight!
Shelby much like her Dad is demanding my attention - I'm headed upstairs to start dinner. I'm starving. Plus Shelby is entertained when I am cooking she thinks there might be something in it for her! LOL
HAPPY EASTER - If I don't blog before then.
And here I sit - kitchen is a mess, the dining room table has crap on it and I here I sit. I will get to the kitchen, besides I need to make dinner. Today at work was QUIET - and apparently this is a usual occurrence, Fridays are dead. I can so make this work for me.
I will have outside access to the world Monday - actually I had it today but couldn't figure out how to make it work - I will ask Monday. Just like I asked how to get on a printer. Its the little steps boys and girls with the new jobs that make life worth living. Just a little life lesson there for ya...
Shelby is a bit more spring-y than usual, she's been cooped up and my dog walker/ letter-outter has moved away. Yes the kid next door who's sole goal in life was to become a piece of furniture in her parents home - has a place of her own. Let the countdown clock begin.... And that is not nice but somewhat true. Who knows she may discover life with Dad nagging at you regular might be a good thing - but without Mom's cooking - life gets tough. Ask me. ;-)
So Mr. Happy called, he is stuck in traffic and grumping at me as I can type and talk at the same time - I have many talents oh husband of mine - you keep thinking there are magic fairies in
the house.
Oh with the phone call we have an update - Sunday only - whew... I've got the Saturday to get my stuff together - cool wine with dinner tonight!
Shelby much like her Dad is demanding my attention - I'm headed upstairs to start dinner. I'm starving. Plus Shelby is entertained when I am cooking she thinks there might be something in it for her! LOL
HAPPY EASTER - If I don't blog before then.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Is it just Wednesday?
Shouldn't it be later in the week? It feels like it. Apparently I'm not doing my moving of cheese very well (it's a book who moved my cheese - about adapting to change positively) whatever...
Any who I am adapting. I should have access to the outside world next week. I will have internal access tomorrow - and my office mate is already forwarding email to me. My inbox will be full before I get on line! Yeesh.
I am also seeing I am going to be the heavy, fab-o. AND my office mate now is starting to get to the dirt of the office - better to hear it from him than step in it later.
On the home front things are quiet, I made Bubba help pack lunches tonight. We've been packing lunches because at my new office the cafe type place isn't that great and well I've got a some extra room in pants that didn't have room so I want to keep that. Don't ask me how - it just appeared - or disappeared as it were! Cool huh?
Bubba is watching hockey and I'm in here, dealing with email, watching TV shows I've missed... and its all good. He has promised to call his family so we can make plans for the weekend will be invaded for the entire weekend - or just Sunday? Either way - Butthead Bubba will come flaming out sometime Thursday night post phone call or Friday when his happy backside gets home. I won't matter that the cleaning lady was here this week, the kitchen will be a wreak until it's clean and that I will be the one who has made all the plans, shopped, cooked and tended to it all -- while he will pace about the house, grump at me at the most inopportune time about something totally minor and then think about an apology some time Tuesday.
I was looking forward to Friday why again?
Just wondering.
Any who I am adapting. I should have access to the outside world next week. I will have internal access tomorrow - and my office mate is already forwarding email to me. My inbox will be full before I get on line! Yeesh.
I am also seeing I am going to be the heavy, fab-o. AND my office mate now is starting to get to the dirt of the office - better to hear it from him than step in it later.
On the home front things are quiet, I made Bubba help pack lunches tonight. We've been packing lunches because at my new office the cafe type place isn't that great and well I've got a some extra room in pants that didn't have room so I want to keep that. Don't ask me how - it just appeared - or disappeared as it were! Cool huh?
Bubba is watching hockey and I'm in here, dealing with email, watching TV shows I've missed... and its all good. He has promised to call his family so we can make plans for the weekend will be invaded for the entire weekend - or just Sunday? Either way - Butthead Bubba will come flaming out sometime Thursday night post phone call or Friday when his happy backside gets home. I won't matter that the cleaning lady was here this week, the kitchen will be a wreak until it's clean and that I will be the one who has made all the plans, shopped, cooked and tended to it all -- while he will pace about the house, grump at me at the most inopportune time about something totally minor and then think about an apology some time Tuesday.
I was looking forward to Friday why again?
Just wondering.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Day 2...
Yes boys and girls I managed to survive another day at the new office, impressions are forming, not sure if they are positive or negative, we are still in wait and see mode. I can tell you I don't like living in a darkened office - there just isn't enough light - when the weather gets crappy we may have to have a discussion about that no overhead lights policy. I have rearranged some things on my desk, moved some personal stuff in, I plan to bring in more, all that boring space needs help, not to mention you need books to look educated don't you know. OR at least to occupy the space - make is harder to get ride of you. ;-)
I'm posting between happenings, got home from work, have just enough time to check Large Nameless Corporation mail, post quick thought then I'm going to get my nails done - I broke one and it's making me a bit crazy. I know the pups won't be happy that I lock them up again but it will only be for an hour including travel time so they can survive for that. Bubba maybe another story but I'll come home and feed his fanny and all will be well. All right off to feed the dogs to appease my guilt over leaving again, get pampered, go shopping and come home.
OH yeah AND.... feed the husband, run the dishwasher, unload the washing machine, and you know sit around doing nothing. Oh yeah and according to Dad I've got to watch Heinz Ward dance across the floor - and vote next Monday. Stupid Ravens Fans....
I'm posting between happenings, got home from work, have just enough time to check Large Nameless Corporation mail, post quick thought then I'm going to get my nails done - I broke one and it's making me a bit crazy. I know the pups won't be happy that I lock them up again but it will only be for an hour including travel time so they can survive for that. Bubba maybe another story but I'll come home and feed his fanny and all will be well. All right off to feed the dogs to appease my guilt over leaving again, get pampered, go shopping and come home.
OH yeah AND.... feed the husband, run the dishwasher, unload the washing machine, and you know sit around doing nothing. Oh yeah and according to Dad I've got to watch Heinz Ward dance across the floor - and vote next Monday. Stupid Ravens Fans....
Monday, April 18, 2011
First Day Monday...
Well apparently my subconscious was in full alert last night as I had some seriously freaky dreams... thankfully the bits I remember didn't come close to the day I had. Allow me to document:
Day 1 - traffic was super fab apparently the little school darlings are on spring break so - zippy and a do-dah! With that came a 3/4 empty office including the yutz from my company who is supposed to show me around... in company terms... ah well.
I also will not have any work related computer access for a week - won't this be fun? I get to spend all day doing - whatever - then come home and deal with email, and time charging. Fun.
I share an office with cube like properties, there is a preference to keeping lights off - we'll see how that works out. Personally I don't like working in a cave - but that's just me. BONUS I have a window and can see the outside world. Also bonus - plenty of space to make my desk mine - so part of the pile of stuff I lugged home I will be lugging back into work. I so don't do institutional beige.
My office mate is an older gentleman, not over technical but he seems like a nice guy. I very much miss my other office mate Pam - she's a chick, chicks talk about stuff - you can't do that with a guy... VERY few chicks on the new project - and one is prego. Freaking Fab.
I have also noticed this is an early arrive-early leave crowd - so not Aunt Ing hours... but we'll make do. The drive home was all right... it's a lovely day outside so I think I will go and play with the pups then figure out dinner for Bubba. I foresee leftover surprise - part II.
Later.
Day 1 - traffic was super fab apparently the little school darlings are on spring break so - zippy and a do-dah! With that came a 3/4 empty office including the yutz from my company who is supposed to show me around... in company terms... ah well.
I also will not have any work related computer access for a week - won't this be fun? I get to spend all day doing - whatever - then come home and deal with email, and time charging. Fun.
I share an office with cube like properties, there is a preference to keeping lights off - we'll see how that works out. Personally I don't like working in a cave - but that's just me. BONUS I have a window and can see the outside world. Also bonus - plenty of space to make my desk mine - so part of the pile of stuff I lugged home I will be lugging back into work. I so don't do institutional beige.
My office mate is an older gentleman, not over technical but he seems like a nice guy. I very much miss my other office mate Pam - she's a chick, chicks talk about stuff - you can't do that with a guy... VERY few chicks on the new project - and one is prego. Freaking Fab.
I have also noticed this is an early arrive-early leave crowd - so not Aunt Ing hours... but we'll make do. The drive home was all right... it's a lovely day outside so I think I will go and play with the pups then figure out dinner for Bubba. I foresee leftover surprise - part II.
Later.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
The many moods....
Of Bubba - there are two... as well documented here - content and crabby. Oh sure there are various level of those two but his mood in general can be put into one of those two categories. Yesterday when I left we were light crabby as I was leaving but he was looking forward to board games with the neighbors and a massage hence the light. By the time I go home, that needle had dipped into solid crabby with ticked off mixed in for fun!
My trip - was a good one, oh it rained like Noah was coming back for a repeat performance add in fog, wind and it was a joy to drive in. But we made it, one minor car scare, nothing major, checked by a mechanic, and away we went. Meeting went well and ALL my girls did great - I even got a compliment from the head Rainbow Lady - getting something positive out her is harder than Chinese Algebra. But I am proud they worked hard and earned it. Now the gauntlet has been tossed down and aren't I stupid enough to pick it up. Our state meeting is going to be a production... shoot me now. I will rally the troops and say a little prayer - and it will be what it will be.
My Sunday started like every day starts with the gentle nudge from Shelby(i.e. paw of death scrapping off as many layers of skin she can get to) while one - "go lay down worked" the second one about 45 minutes later wasn't going to fly. So up, out, fed, and back to bed, it's the weekend and I was up and moving yesterday. So we slept in, I then woke and knew my eyeballs were not going to close again, so I went downstairs, putzed around and low and behold, some time later comes (insert the da-da-dah here) CRANKY Bubba! Yes boys and girls it's that wonderful time when he WAKES UP firmly implanted in the cranky mood. Oh what joy what bliss will my day hold when we start this way. What oh what will today's cranky mood bring us? Its an off shoot of two familiar tunes wrapped in new complaints, let's start with - you bought goodies to go next door. I bought a .99 bag of pretzels and a 2.00 bag of pita chips. Which I promised will go into my lunches which now much be packed. (we'll get to new job Monday later). AND he was cranky because I put a note on the chips thanking the guy next door for inviting the husband over because he needs to get out more... it was a JOKE. Apparently the razor thing humor gene has been taken over by the over rampant cranky gene. Lucky me.
So snort snort grump grump - we make the decision to go out to breakfast, I brought a book along as I was in no mood to deal with cranky Bubba. So we get there, we wait, we chat a bit, we sit, he still is sporting cranky face, when questioned about cranky face - he has no idea what I'm talking about. Yes I should have pulled out a mirror but alas I do not carry one with me. I've got darn near everything else in there but no mirror. So back to book, newspaper some conversation about a news bit on the TV. Breakfast... wait the needle is moving... it's less cranky Bubba. We'll take what we can get.
Quick grocery stop for lunch stuff, then home. Again here I am doing nothing again you because the magic fairies in Bubba's mind do the cleaning of the kitchen, making beds, gathering laundry and dog beds, bills, on line stuff, work paperwork it all just magically happens while I sit with my nose in a book and sparkles flying out my practically manicured fingernails. Which by the way I broke one as the fairies are apparently on strike! (aka Aunt Ing did all that stuff and the fairies are all in Bubba's head!)
Now I'm off to find more magic in leftover surprise for dinner, and wonder which mood will arrived post car wash tonight. THAT is why I read people, fiction is so much better than real life.
Oh - and new Job Monday which is tomorrow - opens a whole new world, as I have said all week - equal parts excited and terrified. Thankfully no meeting tomorrow so I can come and go when I need to, get the lay of the land and see what my new space will be. Then we'll face Tuesday. Oh and did I mention I'll have to actually work for a change? After a month of surfing the web... actual work - what will I do?
Stay tuned.
My trip - was a good one, oh it rained like Noah was coming back for a repeat performance add in fog, wind and it was a joy to drive in. But we made it, one minor car scare, nothing major, checked by a mechanic, and away we went. Meeting went well and ALL my girls did great - I even got a compliment from the head Rainbow Lady - getting something positive out her is harder than Chinese Algebra. But I am proud they worked hard and earned it. Now the gauntlet has been tossed down and aren't I stupid enough to pick it up. Our state meeting is going to be a production... shoot me now. I will rally the troops and say a little prayer - and it will be what it will be.
My Sunday started like every day starts with the gentle nudge from Shelby(i.e. paw of death scrapping off as many layers of skin she can get to) while one - "go lay down worked" the second one about 45 minutes later wasn't going to fly. So up, out, fed, and back to bed, it's the weekend and I was up and moving yesterday. So we slept in, I then woke and knew my eyeballs were not going to close again, so I went downstairs, putzed around and low and behold, some time later comes (insert the da-da-dah here) CRANKY Bubba! Yes boys and girls it's that wonderful time when he WAKES UP firmly implanted in the cranky mood. Oh what joy what bliss will my day hold when we start this way. What oh what will today's cranky mood bring us? Its an off shoot of two familiar tunes wrapped in new complaints, let's start with - you bought goodies to go next door. I bought a .99 bag of pretzels and a 2.00 bag of pita chips. Which I promised will go into my lunches which now much be packed. (we'll get to new job Monday later). AND he was cranky because I put a note on the chips thanking the guy next door for inviting the husband over because he needs to get out more... it was a JOKE. Apparently the razor thing humor gene has been taken over by the over rampant cranky gene. Lucky me.
So snort snort grump grump - we make the decision to go out to breakfast, I brought a book along as I was in no mood to deal with cranky Bubba. So we get there, we wait, we chat a bit, we sit, he still is sporting cranky face, when questioned about cranky face - he has no idea what I'm talking about. Yes I should have pulled out a mirror but alas I do not carry one with me. I've got darn near everything else in there but no mirror. So back to book, newspaper some conversation about a news bit on the TV. Breakfast... wait the needle is moving... it's less cranky Bubba. We'll take what we can get.
Quick grocery stop for lunch stuff, then home. Again here I am doing nothing again you because the magic fairies in Bubba's mind do the cleaning of the kitchen, making beds, gathering laundry and dog beds, bills, on line stuff, work paperwork it all just magically happens while I sit with my nose in a book and sparkles flying out my practically manicured fingernails. Which by the way I broke one as the fairies are apparently on strike! (aka Aunt Ing did all that stuff and the fairies are all in Bubba's head!)
Now I'm off to find more magic in leftover surprise for dinner, and wonder which mood will arrived post car wash tonight. THAT is why I read people, fiction is so much better than real life.
Oh - and new Job Monday which is tomorrow - opens a whole new world, as I have said all week - equal parts excited and terrified. Thankfully no meeting tomorrow so I can come and go when I need to, get the lay of the land and see what my new space will be. Then we'll face Tuesday. Oh and did I mention I'll have to actually work for a change? After a month of surfing the web... actual work - what will I do?
Stay tuned.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Sun, hockey, and a good bye
Friday - ah Friday. But this one was different, I packed up the last bits in my office, said good by to the two people still in the office and headed home at 1:00 PM after an arrival of 10:10 AM. Like there was a lot to do, say or be bothered with. Turned in the blackberry - down to one cell phone not 100% sure that is a good thing but hey one less thing to lose right?
I start Monday - like a dork. Best to jump in I guess. I got my marching orders late Friday so that at least is set.
As I left work early had dinner planned, I was counting on at least a couple of hours of peace and quiet to digest the ending of the comfortable slipper job and starting of the one that I'm going to equate to "girl shoes". Hey it's a new challenge right? I will keep telling myself that until I get over the what the heck was I thinking panicked voice inside my head keeps shouting. Any who - I'm popping home, mixed emotions, and who should call but Bubba telling me he'll be home to mow the grass in about 90 minutes and could I do the doggie land mine scoop and disposal. Well crap - not only poof goes my peace and quiet time - I get stuck with the crappy job-- literally. So fine, I putz, I do, and while I'm off tending to my book swap stuff - he manages to get home... with an additional hour tacked on to his original ETA home. Color me surprised - he blamed traffic. ;-) It probably was - big accident when I headed home - and from reports on the radio it had things stacked up MILES away - and of course from the other side - everyone has to stop and look at the pretty red and blue lights as they blink away.... I on the other hand think it is a time to go! yeesh.
I've got a Rainbow trip tomorrow and for all that driving I might as well take a left turn and visit the family - but alas I cannot so I stay, smile and wonder why I do this to myself. Of course then I get all into "my" girls doing well and succeeding - and I don't wander. And I remember to smile and not smirk at the woman in charge - who dislikes me intensely - but I have the most state office holders in MD. Nah, nah nah... hee hee hee. Not that I mind or anything.
Its supposed to rain - all day. Yeah driving in the rain - what fun. On the upside, my kid who is usually late by 15-20 minutes isn't coming so we've got a chance of getting on the road on time unless I get running late too... I try not to... I will post the Saturday travels Sunday - I will get home too late to deal with a computer - trust me.
Now one final thought as Bubba is watching his hockey playoffs in fine DVR tape delay I set onto the computer to get directions for tomorrow and post a few random thoughts. As I sit in here typing - in the room with the computer, dog crates and two plants desperately looking for a new home, (stories of my black thumb are legendary) my darling husband pauses his beloved hockey game and asks (wait for it) "What are you doing in there?" As I plant my forehead firmly on the desk again I ask - 1) what does he care and 2) seriously? I know you hear the click of the nails on the plastic crap keyboard, what darling Bubba do you THINK I'm doing in here?
Talking about you to the 4 people who read this drivel regularly - and Nana. ;-) All right off to take out the contacts, put on sweat pants and organize stuff for tomorrow. And think seriously about a drink before bed - maybe two... nah - I gotta get up and be functional in the AM. We'll do one and crash hard. This has been one strange day...
Endings, beginnings, and a lousy hockey game. Fridays don't usually suck this bad. The pizza was good tonight - and homemade!
I start Monday - like a dork. Best to jump in I guess. I got my marching orders late Friday so that at least is set.
As I left work early had dinner planned, I was counting on at least a couple of hours of peace and quiet to digest the ending of the comfortable slipper job and starting of the one that I'm going to equate to "girl shoes". Hey it's a new challenge right? I will keep telling myself that until I get over the what the heck was I thinking panicked voice inside my head keeps shouting. Any who - I'm popping home, mixed emotions, and who should call but Bubba telling me he'll be home to mow the grass in about 90 minutes and could I do the doggie land mine scoop and disposal. Well crap - not only poof goes my peace and quiet time - I get stuck with the crappy job-- literally. So fine, I putz, I do, and while I'm off tending to my book swap stuff - he manages to get home... with an additional hour tacked on to his original ETA home. Color me surprised - he blamed traffic. ;-) It probably was - big accident when I headed home - and from reports on the radio it had things stacked up MILES away - and of course from the other side - everyone has to stop and look at the pretty red and blue lights as they blink away.... I on the other hand think it is a time to go! yeesh.
I've got a Rainbow trip tomorrow and for all that driving I might as well take a left turn and visit the family - but alas I cannot so I stay, smile and wonder why I do this to myself. Of course then I get all into "my" girls doing well and succeeding - and I don't wander. And I remember to smile and not smirk at the woman in charge - who dislikes me intensely - but I have the most state office holders in MD. Nah, nah nah... hee hee hee. Not that I mind or anything.
Its supposed to rain - all day. Yeah driving in the rain - what fun. On the upside, my kid who is usually late by 15-20 minutes isn't coming so we've got a chance of getting on the road on time unless I get running late too... I try not to... I will post the Saturday travels Sunday - I will get home too late to deal with a computer - trust me.
Now one final thought as Bubba is watching his hockey playoffs in fine DVR tape delay I set onto the computer to get directions for tomorrow and post a few random thoughts. As I sit in here typing - in the room with the computer, dog crates and two plants desperately looking for a new home, (stories of my black thumb are legendary) my darling husband pauses his beloved hockey game and asks (wait for it) "What are you doing in there?" As I plant my forehead firmly on the desk again I ask - 1) what does he care and 2) seriously? I know you hear the click of the nails on the plastic crap keyboard, what darling Bubba do you THINK I'm doing in here?
Talking about you to the 4 people who read this drivel regularly - and Nana. ;-) All right off to take out the contacts, put on sweat pants and organize stuff for tomorrow. And think seriously about a drink before bed - maybe two... nah - I gotta get up and be functional in the AM. We'll do one and crash hard. This has been one strange day...
Endings, beginnings, and a lousy hockey game. Fridays don't usually suck this bad. The pizza was good tonight - and homemade!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
The hump of the week...
And my last week of sloth - yes boys and girls Aunt Ing has a new job - one that requires her to work for a living arrive before 11 ish and work a full day - all 5 that encompass a working week. I'll be dead by May. ;-)
Location is still in VA - but a little closer than I have been. I have construction traffic to deal with and a new customer, lingo and job to figure out. I'm working on my customer site - and no cell phone or outside email. OMG I am going to have to freaking WORK for a living. And considering the last month or so I've been sitting around doing nothing - forget May I'll be dead before Easter!
Somehow I will find my groove, the Dogs will survive without a day sleeping outside the crates instead of in them. Bubba - well he will grump until we hit the new groove - which of course will take longer because of said grumping.
Oh - and did I mention I got Large Nameless Corporation to cough up some extra bucks to keep me? Hee hee hee - very nice. Yes Bubba knows - but we're poor you know - we must cut our spending.... which he hasn't mentioned since this weekend. And I am certainly not going to bring it up!!! Did I mention I have a massage tonight? hee hee hee....
I am equal parts excited and terrified of all this - like I said new customer so ... no in built knowledge coming in - but I'm smart, hard working and darn it - people like me. I'll keep chanting it until I get on steady ground.
Ok now with job situation settled, I'm going to look for a vacation! We both need one and since the cruise with friends is out this summer... I'm looking for something different - like a cruise to the Panama Canal. Maybe. We'll see.
All right - now to face tomorrow office packing and saying good bye to the 4 team members left and enjoy lunch with a friend.
Now one last question - is the sun ever coming back? Cripes 2 full days of rain after sunny sunny and good weather....welcome to spring. Did i mention I have a massage tonight? :-)
Location is still in VA - but a little closer than I have been. I have construction traffic to deal with and a new customer, lingo and job to figure out. I'm working on my customer site - and no cell phone or outside email. OMG I am going to have to freaking WORK for a living. And considering the last month or so I've been sitting around doing nothing - forget May I'll be dead before Easter!
Somehow I will find my groove, the Dogs will survive without a day sleeping outside the crates instead of in them. Bubba - well he will grump until we hit the new groove - which of course will take longer because of said grumping.
Oh - and did I mention I got Large Nameless Corporation to cough up some extra bucks to keep me? Hee hee hee - very nice. Yes Bubba knows - but we're poor you know - we must cut our spending.... which he hasn't mentioned since this weekend. And I am certainly not going to bring it up!!! Did I mention I have a massage tonight? hee hee hee....
I am equal parts excited and terrified of all this - like I said new customer so ... no in built knowledge coming in - but I'm smart, hard working and darn it - people like me. I'll keep chanting it until I get on steady ground.
Ok now with job situation settled, I'm going to look for a vacation! We both need one and since the cruise with friends is out this summer... I'm looking for something different - like a cruise to the Panama Canal. Maybe. We'll see.
All right - now to face tomorrow office packing and saying good bye to the 4 team members left and enjoy lunch with a friend.
Now one last question - is the sun ever coming back? Cripes 2 full days of rain after sunny sunny and good weather....welcome to spring. Did i mention I have a massage tonight? :-)
Sunday, April 10, 2011
The money fight ....
Part XVIIZIXIOZ....screw it there aren't enough roman numerals for the number of times Bubba and I have had this chat. We've been married over 20 years and much to my amazement we haven't manged to 1) kill one another 2) end up as a special episode of Cops and 3) keep jobs with paychecks. Number 3 probably being the easiest of the lot due to non-spousal involvement - like the blog. ;-)
Yesterday I was looking forward to a majorly Bubba-free day. He had to work, so he's up showered - see ya have a nice day dear - don't you worry about me. But did he just get into his zoom-zoom automobile and just go? No, of course not. I heard the door to the garage open-close; open-close; open-close; open-close - there should have been one maybe two if he left the paper with me. When we got to 3 and 4 I knew something was up - when I got the "come here for a minute" I knew I was doomed. Anyone venture to guess? Really people you need to keep up - for those of you who do your homework - yes it was wire in the garage - let me repeat that THEY ARE IN THE GARAGE. I am so happy we have a whitey-white (for suburban laundry don't you know) ;-) setting on the washer because as often as Bubba's are in a bunch I'm amazed they aren't another color. Yes gross I know but hey - what else can account for this man's thought process .... Getting back to the story at hand...
It is Saturday morning I'm still in my pj's looking forward to doing my day my way - until I get the summons to the garage for yet another discussion of the wires that go no where. And yet another series of questions I can't answer. What are these for? Why did he this? What was he looking for? See previous post for my thoughtful and thought provoking answers of "I dunno" and "call large annoying phone company."
To which Bubba states "call them tell they we are unhappy and deal with this." My quip, pre-shower and coffee "You call them - or break out the duct tape and tape them out of your way - I never see them - I don't use the garage much." After some grumbling - he said fine I take care of it. Sure you will pumpkin. I'm certainly not going to mention it again. Yeesh.
So finally I watch him pull out of said garage, and down the street. I make coffee, I shower, dress, gather laundry, make breakfast, unload the dishwasher, do laundry - read the manual again, check the darn thing to make sure it's doing something (its SO quiet!) love the pups make an attempt to clip their nails - better when Bubba is home, Shelby not mooching for cookies and Violet easier to deal with - without Shelby mooching for cookies. You get the idea.
Now things pretty much hit zen mode - its good... then of course Bubba radar that Aunt Ing is content alerted Bubba and pop went the Zen. No he didn't arrive home early and fine me in some compromising position with olive oil and a masseuse named Sven... He just called and that boys and girls fuels the Sven fired day dreams. As I've said before heaven forbid something happen to Bubba because I would not waste my time with another one - the man hours training the one I got - I can't do it again too old and too lazy.
And I've wandered again... so the phone call. Bubba calls, we discuss dinner plans, we talk about pups, then he hits me with "we need to decrease our spending by 20%." What am I the department of State here? Really cupcake? Where would you like me to stop spending food or gas? Dealers choice! So we start, and of course its one thing its another it's "lodge crap" its 70 bucks spent on the girls last month, something done once per year... round and round we go, I don't care - pack your own lunch.... bla bla bla - we know the buttons and the dancing across said buttons has begun. Finally we end with "fine" "fine" and of course I call Nana because the red haze in front of me needed a place to go. I promised to replace the melted headset... its in the mail Nana I swear. ;-)
So 45 minutes of chat chat I don't get bla bla, he's an idiot, no you don't and where does he come up with this crap? I felt better - I made Nana laugh and went on about my day. Bubba managed to get home at 11 Pm last night - so my little plan for separate but equal didn't get off the ground last night...
Sunday - as Sunday morning. Bubba and bagels and the paper. He called his Mama, after a question of how was the family (all well) we start the minor details of the day. We had the Quicken discussion I updated the wrong file, the moved all the extra files, then realized I had to re-update the right file, Bubba balanced the checkbook and finally I goosed his fanny into lunch out. We enjoyed and things were zippy, quick trip to the grocery store, and its all good.
We began the money discussion - this version much like Sunday it was smooth and easy. Bubba has stated things like we need to cut back on the n"nice-to-haves" in our lives. Really pumpkin? What are you giving up - because frankly dear while I'm still working - Aunt Ing is NOT giving up her hairdresser and the magic make-gray-go-away elixir she has. Is not happening. We can scale back the nails - but that is about it dear. Oh and did I mention while we're having this discussion he's headed for a massage - 40 minute drive away?
Thankfully today - his royal highness was in a more mellow mood so the hypocrisy of that statement and his actions were fully acknowledged. I'll get right on the budgetary issue dear - as soon you do - and right after I enact the Aunt Ing slush fund - which will have a minor contribution bi-weekly from HER paycheck and that will be deemed a "No Bubba" zone.
Get cooking Bubba - Aunt Ing is considering a strike. And you better learn how to iron sugar - because I ain't running shirts to the cleaners anymore either....20% my left pedicured toe.
To my southern relatives and friends April 12, 1865 - first shot of the War of Northern Aggression wear your gray and remember according the the last census - the south is rising again. Break out the currency boys - we told you it'd be worth something again.*
*For those of you not in the know - Nana of the Grey contingent - Pap most definitely Blue. Aunt Ing's birth certificate has the stars and bars, her siblings - not so much. The Civil War was always alive and well in our house. After all we were the only kids on the block in PA who ate grits for breakfast and knew what "Sweet tea"was... :-)
Yesterday I was looking forward to a majorly Bubba-free day. He had to work, so he's up showered - see ya have a nice day dear - don't you worry about me. But did he just get into his zoom-zoom automobile and just go? No, of course not. I heard the door to the garage open-close; open-close; open-close; open-close - there should have been one maybe two if he left the paper with me. When we got to 3 and 4 I knew something was up - when I got the "come here for a minute" I knew I was doomed. Anyone venture to guess? Really people you need to keep up - for those of you who do your homework - yes it was wire in the garage - let me repeat that THEY ARE IN THE GARAGE. I am so happy we have a whitey-white (for suburban laundry don't you know) ;-) setting on the washer because as often as Bubba's are in a bunch I'm amazed they aren't another color. Yes gross I know but hey - what else can account for this man's thought process .... Getting back to the story at hand...
It is Saturday morning I'm still in my pj's looking forward to doing my day my way - until I get the summons to the garage for yet another discussion of the wires that go no where. And yet another series of questions I can't answer. What are these for? Why did he this? What was he looking for? See previous post for my thoughtful and thought provoking answers of "I dunno" and "call large annoying phone company."
To which Bubba states "call them tell they we are unhappy and deal with this." My quip, pre-shower and coffee "You call them - or break out the duct tape and tape them out of your way - I never see them - I don't use the garage much." After some grumbling - he said fine I take care of it. Sure you will pumpkin. I'm certainly not going to mention it again. Yeesh.
So finally I watch him pull out of said garage, and down the street. I make coffee, I shower, dress, gather laundry, make breakfast, unload the dishwasher, do laundry - read the manual again, check the darn thing to make sure it's doing something (its SO quiet!) love the pups make an attempt to clip their nails - better when Bubba is home, Shelby not mooching for cookies and Violet easier to deal with - without Shelby mooching for cookies. You get the idea.
Now things pretty much hit zen mode - its good... then of course Bubba radar that Aunt Ing is content alerted Bubba and pop went the Zen. No he didn't arrive home early and fine me in some compromising position with olive oil and a masseuse named Sven... He just called and that boys and girls fuels the Sven fired day dreams. As I've said before heaven forbid something happen to Bubba because I would not waste my time with another one - the man hours training the one I got - I can't do it again too old and too lazy.
And I've wandered again... so the phone call. Bubba calls, we discuss dinner plans, we talk about pups, then he hits me with "we need to decrease our spending by 20%." What am I the department of State here? Really cupcake? Where would you like me to stop spending food or gas? Dealers choice! So we start, and of course its one thing its another it's "lodge crap" its 70 bucks spent on the girls last month, something done once per year... round and round we go, I don't care - pack your own lunch.... bla bla bla - we know the buttons and the dancing across said buttons has begun. Finally we end with "fine" "fine" and of course I call Nana because the red haze in front of me needed a place to go. I promised to replace the melted headset... its in the mail Nana I swear. ;-)
So 45 minutes of chat chat I don't get bla bla, he's an idiot, no you don't and where does he come up with this crap? I felt better - I made Nana laugh and went on about my day. Bubba managed to get home at 11 Pm last night - so my little plan for separate but equal didn't get off the ground last night...
Sunday - as Sunday morning. Bubba and bagels and the paper. He called his Mama, after a question of how was the family (all well) we start the minor details of the day. We had the Quicken discussion I updated the wrong file, the moved all the extra files, then realized I had to re-update the right file, Bubba balanced the checkbook and finally I goosed his fanny into lunch out. We enjoyed and things were zippy, quick trip to the grocery store, and its all good.
We began the money discussion - this version much like Sunday it was smooth and easy. Bubba has stated things like we need to cut back on the n"nice-to-haves" in our lives. Really pumpkin? What are you giving up - because frankly dear while I'm still working - Aunt Ing is NOT giving up her hairdresser and the magic make-gray-go-away elixir she has. Is not happening. We can scale back the nails - but that is about it dear. Oh and did I mention while we're having this discussion he's headed for a massage - 40 minute drive away?
Thankfully today - his royal highness was in a more mellow mood so the hypocrisy of that statement and his actions were fully acknowledged. I'll get right on the budgetary issue dear - as soon you do - and right after I enact the Aunt Ing slush fund - which will have a minor contribution bi-weekly from HER paycheck and that will be deemed a "No Bubba" zone.
Get cooking Bubba - Aunt Ing is considering a strike. And you better learn how to iron sugar - because I ain't running shirts to the cleaners anymore either....20% my left pedicured toe.
To my southern relatives and friends April 12, 1865 - first shot of the War of Northern Aggression wear your gray and remember according the the last census - the south is rising again. Break out the currency boys - we told you it'd be worth something again.*
*For those of you not in the know - Nana of the Grey contingent - Pap most definitely Blue. Aunt Ing's birth certificate has the stars and bars, her siblings - not so much. The Civil War was always alive and well in our house. After all we were the only kids on the block in PA who ate grits for breakfast and knew what "Sweet tea"was... :-)
Friday, April 8, 2011
Dumb questions and stupid answers
As I have documented here Wednesday was a banner day, new Internet, new washer. New new bright and shiny new. Apparently that caused a disturbance in the Force 'de Bubba. As he as been nit picking apart the new and shiny mostly the Internet because the washing machine is in the room he knows nothing about - much like the kitchen.
Any who - he starts last night "where is the cord?" What cord?
The cord for the Internet.
It's on the USB port on the desk.
No that's the old hard drive.
No the other thing it's white or silver.
The little guy?
Yes.
Is it wireless? (insert head slap here) Is there anything connected to it?
No.
(dead silence)
How do I hook up my laptop?
I dunno
Did you ask?
No
Why not?
Because - I believe that would have involved a software installation and this is a work computer.
How am I going to use it?
I dunno - call Large phone company or look it up on line - they gave us a link
you should have asked
Why?
Because we needed to know this
No, I wasn't going to install my work computer on a home network - no no
This is wireless it should see it!
Call Large annoying phone company.
I shouldn't have to
Why not
Because those questions should have been asked.
Insert finger into eye hoping to lessen the pressure
Next came the discussion of the cable in the garage it went something like this:
What is that cable in the garage?
What cable? (now reminder here I was in the garage and didn't see it - without a car being in there...)
Its buried under all the crap around the garage and ends near the freezer.
Ok
Does it do anything
(again) I don't know
Did you ask?
I didn't see it!
do we need it?
(again) I dunno
Did you ask...
(stunned pause) What part of I didn't see it didn't make sense to you dear?
What's the guy's name?
I dunno (sensing a theme here?) Why?
So I can call him and ask him about the cable. (yes he really said that)
I told him to call Large phone company and they would be able to tell darling Bubba what was what. Then the conversation wound its way around the same themes of where is and how to and the answer to go figure it out for himself... and thankfully he got to work this morning.
I should have known it would be that kind of day. Its been a strange one, I got my lay off notice, I have one job in the bag, one on hold until the government makes up its mind. Add to that I got a call from the boss at the job I got - and he's promised me everything but my own parking space. I mean really!!! OMG. SO now I have a decision to make, a bird in the hand with the mother ship or take a chance with the small fleeted rebel army. I'm headed home it's going to take a while so I'm stopping off at the cheap wine store for provisions.
tomorrow is Saturday and Bubba has to work... it will be a good day - and I get to play with my new washer....
OH - one last thing to ponder... Wednesday I updated my Facebook status stating we had new Internet and a new washer - when I laughed at some comments made, and relayed to Bubba he actually got mad at me for posting we have a new washer on Facebook. He actually said to me "Why would you tell people that? No one needs to know that"
Seriously? Who cares for the love of Pete there are people posting baby doc visits!! And he's all clenched over the news of new washer? What is someone going to come and break in and steal it? Sorry Bubba I don't live in the shadowed cave you do, I live in the world with people. You should try it some time.
All right off to face the traffic... definitely stopping off for libations.
Any who - he starts last night "where is the cord?" What cord?
The cord for the Internet.
It's on the USB port on the desk.
No that's the old hard drive.
No the other thing it's white or silver.
The little guy?
Yes.
Is it wireless? (insert head slap here) Is there anything connected to it?
No.
(dead silence)
How do I hook up my laptop?
I dunno
Did you ask?
No
Why not?
Because - I believe that would have involved a software installation and this is a work computer.
How am I going to use it?
I dunno - call Large phone company or look it up on line - they gave us a link
you should have asked
Why?
Because we needed to know this
No, I wasn't going to install my work computer on a home network - no no
This is wireless it should see it!
Call Large annoying phone company.
I shouldn't have to
Why not
Because those questions should have been asked.
Insert finger into eye hoping to lessen the pressure
Next came the discussion of the cable in the garage it went something like this:
What is that cable in the garage?
What cable? (now reminder here I was in the garage and didn't see it - without a car being in there...)
Its buried under all the crap around the garage and ends near the freezer.
Ok
Does it do anything
(again) I don't know
Did you ask?
I didn't see it!
do we need it?
(again) I dunno
Did you ask...
(stunned pause) What part of I didn't see it didn't make sense to you dear?
What's the guy's name?
I dunno (sensing a theme here?) Why?
So I can call him and ask him about the cable. (yes he really said that)
I told him to call Large phone company and they would be able to tell darling Bubba what was what. Then the conversation wound its way around the same themes of where is and how to and the answer to go figure it out for himself... and thankfully he got to work this morning.
I should have known it would be that kind of day. Its been a strange one, I got my lay off notice, I have one job in the bag, one on hold until the government makes up its mind. Add to that I got a call from the boss at the job I got - and he's promised me everything but my own parking space. I mean really!!! OMG. SO now I have a decision to make, a bird in the hand with the mother ship or take a chance with the small fleeted rebel army. I'm headed home it's going to take a while so I'm stopping off at the cheap wine store for provisions.
tomorrow is Saturday and Bubba has to work... it will be a good day - and I get to play with my new washer....
OH - one last thing to ponder... Wednesday I updated my Facebook status stating we had new Internet and a new washer - when I laughed at some comments made, and relayed to Bubba he actually got mad at me for posting we have a new washer on Facebook. He actually said to me "Why would you tell people that? No one needs to know that"
Seriously? Who cares for the love of Pete there are people posting baby doc visits!! And he's all clenched over the news of new washer? What is someone going to come and break in and steal it? Sorry Bubba I don't live in the shadowed cave you do, I live in the world with people. You should try it some time.
All right off to face the traffic... definitely stopping off for libations.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
New toys!!!
There is all kind of giddy excitement in the household today - two new toys have made their way here!! First was our new zippy do-dah Internet. Of course the installation wasn't exactly zippy or do-dah the poor guy had all kinds of issues installing routers and the like, apparently there is one in my attic. So basically he had to gerry-rig a garage to attic to office signal. I don't care it works and works well. Today. We'll see about tomorrow ;-)
Mr. Internet installer arrived at 9:30 well within the 8-12 window time frame he gave himself. I felt bad about the issues he had but hey - I didn't build the house.
So after he left, I was back on line for the rush of emails work was generating...all 3 of them. And one was a reminder to change my password. I got to play, and enjoy and putz the afternoon away. Then I started watching for the guys who had my new washing machine!!!!
I went to get a glass of water - and saw the Sears truck go blowing by the house. Coincidence? Thought not, put on shoes and went out to check mail, get paper and didn't they didn't just pull up. I sent them around the back, easier in and out to the laundry room. It took zippy delivery driver number 1 about 2 minutes to disconnect the old hoses, the number two brought the new washer (now dubbed Hal Jr.) around the back yard, they moved the old gal, got her outside, I gathered cleaning supplies and cleaned up the gross orange/ yellow ick crusted mess under the old washer by the time I was done with that - they were ready to install the new one. Which also took all of two minutes, he turned it on, balanced it, and pronounced it ready to go.
I have to read the manual before attempting to wash anything in there. I do have a healthy fear of shredded underpants. But I have to convince the hubster - this was a good thing. We are down to one appliance from the original set we moved in here with. The stove. But - you have to use something regularly in order to get it to break. I'm going to have that one forever.
All righty - Aunt Ing is going to go off and do dinner (using the stove - and the oven!) and figure out what all those buttons on the front of the machine are for. And do a load of laundry.
Did the blog read faster on the new Internet? Just wondering... oh hey Pap. (nah, nah nah)
sorry had to do it once.
Mr. Internet installer arrived at 9:30 well within the 8-12 window time frame he gave himself. I felt bad about the issues he had but hey - I didn't build the house.
So after he left, I was back on line for the rush of emails work was generating...all 3 of them. And one was a reminder to change my password. I got to play, and enjoy and putz the afternoon away. Then I started watching for the guys who had my new washing machine!!!!
I went to get a glass of water - and saw the Sears truck go blowing by the house. Coincidence? Thought not, put on shoes and went out to check mail, get paper and didn't they didn't just pull up. I sent them around the back, easier in and out to the laundry room. It took zippy delivery driver number 1 about 2 minutes to disconnect the old hoses, the number two brought the new washer (now dubbed Hal Jr.) around the back yard, they moved the old gal, got her outside, I gathered cleaning supplies and cleaned up the gross orange/ yellow ick crusted mess under the old washer by the time I was done with that - they were ready to install the new one. Which also took all of two minutes, he turned it on, balanced it, and pronounced it ready to go.
I have to read the manual before attempting to wash anything in there. I do have a healthy fear of shredded underpants. But I have to convince the hubster - this was a good thing. We are down to one appliance from the original set we moved in here with. The stove. But - you have to use something regularly in order to get it to break. I'm going to have that one forever.
All righty - Aunt Ing is going to go off and do dinner (using the stove - and the oven!) and figure out what all those buttons on the front of the machine are for. And do a load of laundry.
Did the blog read faster on the new Internet? Just wondering... oh hey Pap. (nah, nah nah)
sorry had to do it once.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Tuesday........
Started way to freaking early... on the upside I missed the mess of buckets of rain, and traffic so the quick shower while there was thunder and lightening at 5:00 AM was made up for...
Work is work and is boring and I'm waiting for the new job to give me a start date. I am copying files I might need like a mad woman - you know just in case. ;-)
I left a bit early to go have my nails down - apparently the boredom is starting to affect me, my fingernails are BRIGHT pink. Oh sure it's a fun color but I fear in a week I will be sick of this color... but I'll live with it. Unless I have to start interviewing again.. which (crossing fingers) I won't have to...
My house has again been put to rights I can't imagine what that poor woman found in my house after this weekend - but I think I got the major stuff. Hey if she hasn't flipped out at my mess and quit by now - I'm darn near bullet proof - or she is.
My father called seeking advise on upgraded Internet from the phone company - in the middle of my nail appointment, he got cranky when I asked to call him back because - I was getting my nails done. When I did return his call he called me - princess. Really Pap? Once every 2 weeks plus I disappear for an hour or so and enjoy a bit of ME time. Then I get to come home to Major Cranky Pants who is unhappy because the NEW checking account software isn't EXACTLY like the old accounting software - gee Bubba do you think they might have upgraded a few features and moved crap around in 6 YEARS of software updates? Do ya? Huh? Use the freaking help feature it will tell you where your magic report is..
I can't tell you how many conversations we had about the checking account software upgrade - we are using a program that is 6 years old. In computer terms likes like driving a Model T today... and we had to upgrade because our new souped up engine didn't quit fit the Model T's engine mount. Ya feel me? Plus he only had to pay for half - because I needed the extra features - my ladies' group paid half. Deal with it dorkus... this too shall pass - as soon as he finds some cool new accounting feature with which to grump at me about the amount of money I spend on a monthly basis. No officer I really can't say why my husband it tied up outside with accounting reports ducked taped to his body.. I was sleeping at the time. Really.
Tomorrow holds some promise, the new Internet is being installed - allowing for 2-4 hours for installation plus another 30 minutes per PC. We have one. And the new washer will be here in the afternoon... now I just have to get the cleaning rags out of the old one - and we'll be ready for almost anything. I wonder what I am going to do with the dogs.... I'll figure it out.
All right off to balance the Ladies' books and then bury my nose in a book and probably be nodding off within 20 minutes.
Signing off from the land of shocking Pinkalious.... Aunt Ing.
Work is work and is boring and I'm waiting for the new job to give me a start date. I am copying files I might need like a mad woman - you know just in case. ;-)
I left a bit early to go have my nails down - apparently the boredom is starting to affect me, my fingernails are BRIGHT pink. Oh sure it's a fun color but I fear in a week I will be sick of this color... but I'll live with it. Unless I have to start interviewing again.. which (crossing fingers) I won't have to...
My house has again been put to rights I can't imagine what that poor woman found in my house after this weekend - but I think I got the major stuff. Hey if she hasn't flipped out at my mess and quit by now - I'm darn near bullet proof - or she is.
My father called seeking advise on upgraded Internet from the phone company - in the middle of my nail appointment, he got cranky when I asked to call him back because - I was getting my nails done. When I did return his call he called me - princess. Really Pap? Once every 2 weeks plus I disappear for an hour or so and enjoy a bit of ME time. Then I get to come home to Major Cranky Pants who is unhappy because the NEW checking account software isn't EXACTLY like the old accounting software - gee Bubba do you think they might have upgraded a few features and moved crap around in 6 YEARS of software updates? Do ya? Huh? Use the freaking help feature it will tell you where your magic report is..
I can't tell you how many conversations we had about the checking account software upgrade - we are using a program that is 6 years old. In computer terms likes like driving a Model T today... and we had to upgrade because our new souped up engine didn't quit fit the Model T's engine mount. Ya feel me? Plus he only had to pay for half - because I needed the extra features - my ladies' group paid half. Deal with it dorkus... this too shall pass - as soon as he finds some cool new accounting feature with which to grump at me about the amount of money I spend on a monthly basis. No officer I really can't say why my husband it tied up outside with accounting reports ducked taped to his body.. I was sleeping at the time. Really.
Tomorrow holds some promise, the new Internet is being installed - allowing for 2-4 hours for installation plus another 30 minutes per PC. We have one. And the new washer will be here in the afternoon... now I just have to get the cleaning rags out of the old one - and we'll be ready for almost anything. I wonder what I am going to do with the dogs.... I'll figure it out.
All right off to balance the Ladies' books and then bury my nose in a book and probably be nodding off within 20 minutes.
Signing off from the land of shocking Pinkalious.... Aunt Ing.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
A WHOLE WEEK
Yes for the first time in this blog's history I haven't written in a week... let's document why shall we?
Monday into work late due to a fender bender that turned into two car flambe! There I sat watching the smoke go from black to white and gone while hoping and praying the bladder would hold out... and then my thoughts wondered to electing a Pope for some reason- THAT was the daily highlight. Work is so dead, you can't even Zombie back into something interesting.
Tuesday - Left early doctor's appointment - tests pending.
Wednesday - worked from home - I got a lot of "work" stuff done.
Thursday - again went into the office - enjoyed the speed of the T1 line for Internet surfing and didn't even get a good lunch out of the deal.
Friday - ah Friday the excitement began...Bubba up and gone at Oh dark - are you freaking kidding me? On no planet would I possibly schedule an interview at 8 AM unless I really didn't want the job. The trick is to make a GOOD first impression - me at o-dark-early is not the way to start off... or maybe the more honest way as this is about the worst as it gets - with a possible wardrobe change.
Aunt Ing's alarm was set a bit later - Sunday night quarterbacking... should have been 30 minutes earlier. ANYWAY... got up got moving, shower and clean up the bed room, gathered up all the laundry, made the bed in the second bedroom set all that to right, set the bathrooms to right, made sure extra TP within easy reach, and upstairs done. Downstairs for "Working time" logged on - deleted all the crap email, no work email, called new employer, talked to Bubba post his interview we talked about his job, my job. Decided to go with the little guy - good paycheck, health care will be a bit more, eh, signed sealed delivered. Got the computer work done, did another couple loads of laundry, then... dealt with the girl's group stuff, since I couldn't get my fancy program working I downloaded a new (more legal) version, and went and hacked up what I had to cover all the previously peeled off elements. I gave myself 30 minutes for this project --- 45 minutes later I was freaking out. Got the kitchen done, and raced out the house.
I remembered the dry cleaning, the lodge drop off and Trader Joe's for good milk, healthy snacks and stuff for us. As I was pulling out of the parking lot... phone call. Where are you???
Rats. Missed it by 5 minutes - 10 with lights. My Brother and his family were here...
So race home, get big hugs from the nieces, and into the house we sweep into a THE WEEKEND OF NEVER ENDING CHATTER AND PANDEMONIUM!!!! And it was a BLAST!
Niece E is 7 and Niece Z is 4 they are exciting, excited bouncy and exhausting, but again we had fun. Now I figured everyone was cooped up in a car for over 4 hours so when they got to the house I figured they would run about, tucker out the dogs and all would be well. That went mostly according to plan. We broke out markers and crayons and a piece of poster board so we could welcome Uncle Bubba home from a long day of work. Oh yeah - just what he needs a welcoming committee doesn't he get enough pampering in this house? But I digress... that was a good time waster, as was the kids channel on TV, and the dogs, and running about outside, with the dogs, and talking me and asking about the train ride, and the hibachi dinner (planned for Saturday) and when was Uncle Bubba getting home, and which dog was which and did I know that we were going to see Dorthy's shoes and the Lincoln's chair and the dinosaurs and .... yet get the idea.
Finally Bubba arrives home, we light a fire under his tighty-whities and we go to dinner! SEAFOOD!!! Much to my brother's chagrin his eldest daughter has discovered crab... up in price went dinner out. We all enjoyed our seafood, and the youngest her pizza.
We arrived home to discover... the dog that doesn't usually live in my house found my Laides' group Treasurer records and proceeded to shred everything he found... almost. I've got 1/2 statements and deposit slips, thankfully those books have already been audited, and he didn't get to the current year. Oh there was one heck of a mess - that lingered until Sunday night which then we broke out the vac cum cleaner and sucked up the last of the bits and pieces... apparently that pup needs more fiber in his diet. Other than the bag which was given to me by a friend, nothing major... because he didn't eat the checks! Then finally the food coma hit home, Bubba and my brother fixed the air mattress for the girls, then slowly one by one we all .... hit the pillows and stayed there...
Saturday... little bodies are up and moving early - dogs here this - want you up and moving early - so up, out, fed, dress, (pj's + brother not so cool) everyone gets breakfast Aunt Ing - per usual was the last to get her shower, dogs tended, necessary supplies packed and away we go!!
A lot of bouncing excitement, trying to contain it all, get metro tickets, and we thought we had a good plan... the 4 year old can toss a wrench into any well laid plans. I go through, ready to catch/corral small children, Dad (aka my brother) puts first ticket through - eldest runs through, her sister tried to follow - at full 4-year-old speed only to be halted by the automatic gates. Poor little thing did a full frontal face plant, landed on her little bum and cried with shock surprise and amazement. Now all adults of course checked for bodily injury, the smirked at each other with the understanding we can laugh - after she stops crying. So... we get everyone through, up the escalator and on to the train. Of course we have to wait for it to go - while still corralling bouncing children but we're doing all right. Tears have dried, smiles are coming, and (bing bong) the train begins moving. Oh it's all very exciting, we watch the world go by - we answer the questions over and over again, we slip underground, the scenery turns into black and white lights - not nearly as entertaining, so we began the count down of stops, 7, 6 (2 more Aung Ing? - no 6 more)... but we got off one train, on to another, with 1 million of our closest friends.... then arose from the tunnel - tooooo TOURISTS. Well duh. The cherry Blossoms were in full bloom, there was all kinds of things going on, so away we went... but first Aunt Ing had to pee...
I had Bubba my phone, fearing my non-deep pockets and went inside, I saw the remainder of my family still walking on... fine I'll catch up... dorks. Only that isn't what happened, they all stopped, did the same thing, Aunt Ing meanwhile looked about saw no one - and decided to go catch everyone.... only to have left them behind. I had to borrow a phone from a kind stranger called my own phone (as Bubba's battery was dead) and post yelling we managed to see Mr. Lincoln's statue, then we hiked back to see Dorthy's shoes (from the wizard of oz) and of course in the mean time... here comes the rain - and we got wet. However, we got inside, found Dorthy's shoes took some quick pics, went and saw the pretty dresses (First Ladies' dresses), Brother's wife and I wanted to see Julia Child's kitchen - we did. Bagged the Star Spangled banner flag due the LINE.... then had to make some lunch decisions... now the suggestions came to an address that was in an unfamiliar part of town... we bagged that idea, headed back to the train and went to a place we knew and had many options for choosy small children and Uncle Bubba. We managed to get done, we ate, sat and looked at each other. The adults were pooped, the kids were showing signs of being tired... so load up the metro cards to get home, and of course my card was the problem, Bubba couldn't be bothered to read the signs where it said no bills and he has to try and cram a dollar bill into a slot that wasn't going to take it. When I pointed out that fact - well it's a good thing the kids were elsewhere... finally we get that problem tended we get on the train and relax home. Until the little ones had 20 minutes of sitting which apparently is all the recharge time they needed, so we again had to corral small children so they were not swept away with the crowds, then then not bounced against doors, poles and other people as the train emptied... we again pile into the van to .... Trader Joe's! There are lots of good things the girls can eat at reasonable prices so as my brother stated about 1/2 way through the store visit (I drove 4 hours to go grocery shopping) LOL Yes he did.
SO - we get that done, quick stop at the "Daddy's fermented Juice store" and home we went. Happily I can report, moving the crate, and having a paper free zone allowed us to get home without incident let the dogs out while we sat around wondering how we could feed the children, without moving a lot... since that didn't happen, we finally rounded up the troops to hibachi (Japanese place where they cook it in front of you) that the girls apparently love. He was very entertaining, the kids were entertained, well fed, and my eldest niece needs some remedial manners classes. Yeesh, the kid needs some help. But we managed to get through it, with some fun so laughs and everyone was well fed. Home again, baths, pjs some cuddles and to bed - the kids were up for hours. ;-)
Sunday morning was much more mellow Uncle Bubba was up showered and out the door with the bagel order. He returned, the adults enjoyed, as the children were still sleeping - power walking 12 city blocks is hard on little bodies. Plus all that train bouncing - really wears you out. They arose, debated breakfast - then Nana calls!!! She and Pap were in the DC area with the clowns and were stopping by for some computer help. They arrive there is some visiting, hugs and kisses, chat chat - Brother and family packed up and head out - we sit for a few minutes absorbing the quiet... then we get down to business with Nana. That thankfully didn't tax a body too much we got things done for the quilting ladies.
I fed Nana, as Pap had tended to himself, he took a quick nap, and away they went. The house seemed so very empty and quiet. Bubba went off to write is overkill thank you for the interview on Friday morning, I was the editor, then the emailer, as apparently attaching email is some magical skill only I have. ;-) But we got that done, then he decided he was going to do this deal on the web - it turned out to be a serious PITA. But as Bubba was going to be gone getting dinner for a few minutes longer than he planned - I ran the vacuum cleaner to suck up all the bits of paper and bag that the puff ball dog had chewed, and all the bits of leaves that attached themselves to pull ball's puffy fur - then deposited all over the place. I did start this dissertation last night - then ran out of gas. We ate dinner and returned to our quiet ways, Bubba flipping through channels, watching the stuff he DVR'd and me reading a book. :-)
I will do by best to come up with a tale during the week, this week.... but I can't promise the tales won't be as exciting as this weekends unless Bubba comes up with something new... stay tuned.
Monday into work late due to a fender bender that turned into two car flambe! There I sat watching the smoke go from black to white and gone while hoping and praying the bladder would hold out... and then my thoughts wondered to electing a Pope for some reason- THAT was the daily highlight. Work is so dead, you can't even Zombie back into something interesting.
Tuesday - Left early doctor's appointment - tests pending.
Wednesday - worked from home - I got a lot of "work" stuff done.
Thursday - again went into the office - enjoyed the speed of the T1 line for Internet surfing and didn't even get a good lunch out of the deal.
Friday - ah Friday the excitement began...Bubba up and gone at Oh dark - are you freaking kidding me? On no planet would I possibly schedule an interview at 8 AM unless I really didn't want the job. The trick is to make a GOOD first impression - me at o-dark-early is not the way to start off... or maybe the more honest way as this is about the worst as it gets - with a possible wardrobe change.
Aunt Ing's alarm was set a bit later - Sunday night quarterbacking... should have been 30 minutes earlier. ANYWAY... got up got moving, shower and clean up the bed room, gathered up all the laundry, made the bed in the second bedroom set all that to right, set the bathrooms to right, made sure extra TP within easy reach, and upstairs done. Downstairs for "Working time" logged on - deleted all the crap email, no work email, called new employer, talked to Bubba post his interview we talked about his job, my job. Decided to go with the little guy - good paycheck, health care will be a bit more, eh, signed sealed delivered. Got the computer work done, did another couple loads of laundry, then... dealt with the girl's group stuff, since I couldn't get my fancy program working I downloaded a new (more legal) version, and went and hacked up what I had to cover all the previously peeled off elements. I gave myself 30 minutes for this project --- 45 minutes later I was freaking out. Got the kitchen done, and raced out the house.
I remembered the dry cleaning, the lodge drop off and Trader Joe's for good milk, healthy snacks and stuff for us. As I was pulling out of the parking lot... phone call. Where are you???
Rats. Missed it by 5 minutes - 10 with lights. My Brother and his family were here...
So race home, get big hugs from the nieces, and into the house we sweep into a THE WEEKEND OF NEVER ENDING CHATTER AND PANDEMONIUM!!!! And it was a BLAST!
Niece E is 7 and Niece Z is 4 they are exciting, excited bouncy and exhausting, but again we had fun. Now I figured everyone was cooped up in a car for over 4 hours so when they got to the house I figured they would run about, tucker out the dogs and all would be well. That went mostly according to plan. We broke out markers and crayons and a piece of poster board so we could welcome Uncle Bubba home from a long day of work. Oh yeah - just what he needs a welcoming committee doesn't he get enough pampering in this house? But I digress... that was a good time waster, as was the kids channel on TV, and the dogs, and running about outside, with the dogs, and talking me and asking about the train ride, and the hibachi dinner (planned for Saturday) and when was Uncle Bubba getting home, and which dog was which and did I know that we were going to see Dorthy's shoes and the Lincoln's chair and the dinosaurs and .... yet get the idea.
Finally Bubba arrives home, we light a fire under his tighty-whities and we go to dinner! SEAFOOD!!! Much to my brother's chagrin his eldest daughter has discovered crab... up in price went dinner out. We all enjoyed our seafood, and the youngest her pizza.
We arrived home to discover... the dog that doesn't usually live in my house found my Laides' group Treasurer records and proceeded to shred everything he found... almost. I've got 1/2 statements and deposit slips, thankfully those books have already been audited, and he didn't get to the current year. Oh there was one heck of a mess - that lingered until Sunday night which then we broke out the vac cum cleaner and sucked up the last of the bits and pieces... apparently that pup needs more fiber in his diet. Other than the bag which was given to me by a friend, nothing major... because he didn't eat the checks! Then finally the food coma hit home, Bubba and my brother fixed the air mattress for the girls, then slowly one by one we all .... hit the pillows and stayed there...
Saturday... little bodies are up and moving early - dogs here this - want you up and moving early - so up, out, fed, dress, (pj's + brother not so cool) everyone gets breakfast Aunt Ing - per usual was the last to get her shower, dogs tended, necessary supplies packed and away we go!!
A lot of bouncing excitement, trying to contain it all, get metro tickets, and we thought we had a good plan... the 4 year old can toss a wrench into any well laid plans. I go through, ready to catch/corral small children, Dad (aka my brother) puts first ticket through - eldest runs through, her sister tried to follow - at full 4-year-old speed only to be halted by the automatic gates. Poor little thing did a full frontal face plant, landed on her little bum and cried with shock surprise and amazement. Now all adults of course checked for bodily injury, the smirked at each other with the understanding we can laugh - after she stops crying. So... we get everyone through, up the escalator and on to the train. Of course we have to wait for it to go - while still corralling bouncing children but we're doing all right. Tears have dried, smiles are coming, and (bing bong) the train begins moving. Oh it's all very exciting, we watch the world go by - we answer the questions over and over again, we slip underground, the scenery turns into black and white lights - not nearly as entertaining, so we began the count down of stops, 7, 6 (2 more Aung Ing? - no 6 more)... but we got off one train, on to another, with 1 million of our closest friends.... then arose from the tunnel - tooooo TOURISTS. Well duh. The cherry Blossoms were in full bloom, there was all kinds of things going on, so away we went... but first Aunt Ing had to pee...
I had Bubba my phone, fearing my non-deep pockets and went inside, I saw the remainder of my family still walking on... fine I'll catch up... dorks. Only that isn't what happened, they all stopped, did the same thing, Aunt Ing meanwhile looked about saw no one - and decided to go catch everyone.... only to have left them behind. I had to borrow a phone from a kind stranger called my own phone (as Bubba's battery was dead) and post yelling we managed to see Mr. Lincoln's statue, then we hiked back to see Dorthy's shoes (from the wizard of oz) and of course in the mean time... here comes the rain - and we got wet. However, we got inside, found Dorthy's shoes took some quick pics, went and saw the pretty dresses (First Ladies' dresses), Brother's wife and I wanted to see Julia Child's kitchen - we did. Bagged the Star Spangled banner flag due the LINE.... then had to make some lunch decisions... now the suggestions came to an address that was in an unfamiliar part of town... we bagged that idea, headed back to the train and went to a place we knew and had many options for choosy small children and Uncle Bubba. We managed to get done, we ate, sat and looked at each other. The adults were pooped, the kids were showing signs of being tired... so load up the metro cards to get home, and of course my card was the problem, Bubba couldn't be bothered to read the signs where it said no bills and he has to try and cram a dollar bill into a slot that wasn't going to take it. When I pointed out that fact - well it's a good thing the kids were elsewhere... finally we get that problem tended we get on the train and relax home. Until the little ones had 20 minutes of sitting which apparently is all the recharge time they needed, so we again had to corral small children so they were not swept away with the crowds, then then not bounced against doors, poles and other people as the train emptied... we again pile into the van to .... Trader Joe's! There are lots of good things the girls can eat at reasonable prices so as my brother stated about 1/2 way through the store visit (I drove 4 hours to go grocery shopping) LOL Yes he did.
SO - we get that done, quick stop at the "Daddy's fermented Juice store" and home we went. Happily I can report, moving the crate, and having a paper free zone allowed us to get home without incident let the dogs out while we sat around wondering how we could feed the children, without moving a lot... since that didn't happen, we finally rounded up the troops to hibachi (Japanese place where they cook it in front of you) that the girls apparently love. He was very entertaining, the kids were entertained, well fed, and my eldest niece needs some remedial manners classes. Yeesh, the kid needs some help. But we managed to get through it, with some fun so laughs and everyone was well fed. Home again, baths, pjs some cuddles and to bed - the kids were up for hours. ;-)
Sunday morning was much more mellow Uncle Bubba was up showered and out the door with the bagel order. He returned, the adults enjoyed, as the children were still sleeping - power walking 12 city blocks is hard on little bodies. Plus all that train bouncing - really wears you out. They arose, debated breakfast - then Nana calls!!! She and Pap were in the DC area with the clowns and were stopping by for some computer help. They arrive there is some visiting, hugs and kisses, chat chat - Brother and family packed up and head out - we sit for a few minutes absorbing the quiet... then we get down to business with Nana. That thankfully didn't tax a body too much we got things done for the quilting ladies.
I fed Nana, as Pap had tended to himself, he took a quick nap, and away they went. The house seemed so very empty and quiet. Bubba went off to write is overkill thank you for the interview on Friday morning, I was the editor, then the emailer, as apparently attaching email is some magical skill only I have. ;-) But we got that done, then he decided he was going to do this deal on the web - it turned out to be a serious PITA. But as Bubba was going to be gone getting dinner for a few minutes longer than he planned - I ran the vacuum cleaner to suck up all the bits of paper and bag that the puff ball dog had chewed, and all the bits of leaves that attached themselves to pull ball's puffy fur - then deposited all over the place. I did start this dissertation last night - then ran out of gas. We ate dinner and returned to our quiet ways, Bubba flipping through channels, watching the stuff he DVR'd and me reading a book. :-)
I will do by best to come up with a tale during the week, this week.... but I can't promise the tales won't be as exciting as this weekends unless Bubba comes up with something new... stay tuned.
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