Zip went the weekend...

And with Major Cranky pants along we all know what a great time was had by all...

Let's start with Thursday night - where in 90 degree heat and LOADS to bumper to bumper traffic my beloved family truckster decided to get hot - seriously hot - that was without the darn AC running. Did I mention I was in a dress - with hose? So I pull over call Bubba and wait. Of course he's all helpful and concerned... Not he grumped at me said I needed to take the truck in and why haven't I done this already... (bla bla bla)... Now let me wander off a tangent here if I had taken my truck in it would be a MAJOR problem with his schedule, the money you freaking name it. Every time I do something with this car its fight and a real pita - and since my heating car engine wasn't all the time, Bubba said I could wait. The waiting is over.

Of course when I finally got home, I ran my errands thinking we'd take it in Friday, but then he put coolant (anti-freeze) in the car and I haven't have a problem since - even later that night. Go figure - it's going in Tuesday regardless....

Now Friday - Bubba is up early I am up later having taken the day off - I ran the few errands left, stopped by the lodge to help out - came home, did what I had to do to get ready figured I had another good hour before Bubba got home but this one time - no - he's home on time. I have a load of laundry still washing and I'm not packed yet! Go figure. But we got packed up
I finished what I needed to do, and away we went - to sit in Friday afternoon traffic where of course Major Crankypants comes blooming out in full and glorious nature - whaa whooo...

But we made it home, surprised the Parental units as we were early went out to dinner - enjoyed and came home and crashed.

Saturday Shelby decided she wanted out at 6:30 - in the freaking morning. I let her out I fed her I fell asleep on the couch Mom sent me back to bed, to which I went until Bubba nudged the bed at 9:30! I guess I was tired. So up showered dressed, and out we go to the in-laws. They are just now back in their condo after the fire, so there were boxes and stuff everywhere. My mother in law is so not in her element... we went out to lunch with the family and dinner with just the parental units. It was a nice day - ended sooner than I planned because Bubba wanted to make sure we got back to the cemetery where his grandfather is buried. His Memorial Day flag had blow away and he wanted to replace it. Hey I wasn't complaining, we have so little to talk about these folks - although Bubba and his Dad did have a private chat after lunch - I didn't dare ask what it was about. Maybe later I'll press - right now not so much.

Sunday was lazy- my niece M and my sister were down we enjoyed a lazy day just visiting and gossiping and the like. Bubba I am sure was bored out of his mind. Mama calls it visiting - you know spending time, talking not doing much... it was nice. Bubba was bored. Go visit with your family..... AND while I'm on his family - we called weeks ago said we'd be up Saturday - do they plan their picnic that day? Of course not they make is Sunday. Who does this? My in-laws apparently - and after hearing what bubba's sister had on tap - not so unhappy about missing that "feast".

Monday we were up and moving early but not OMG early apparently Bubba has realized there is an option of compromise between seriously cranky wife and a few extra hours of sleep. We left at 8:30 - ish, and had little trouble getting from point A to Point B - with one potty stop for me - and the pups. Then we got home, sucked up the stink bugs who thought it was way cool to stay inside the house, Bubba then decided to get on the roof to see where the bugs were getting into the fire place. Then he makes the pronouncement that our roof is hot. Really pumpkin? it's 100 degrees in the freaking shade today - and you're deduction is the roof is hot because it's black? He qualified that the old one was grey and not as hot - and again I was forced to ask how many times he's been on the roof when it's this freaking hot? There was a mumbled "not many". Really... ponder that statement of brilliance won't you?

I finally fed Bubba - it was that or kill him. Then I made the grocery list went shopping (alone) and he is now off getting a massage. I am enjoying the quiet - the dogs are sleeping and in a few hours I will be cleaning up from dinner, breaking out the ironing board and getting ready for another week. Which may be delayed by one day due to the family truckster.

Signing off for now - hopefully to enjoy a few minutes more of peace and quiet...

Oh remind me later - there is talk of wedding plans in Western PA - shoot me now. ;-)

Temp - consultant... whatever...

Potato - poTATo... again - whatever. But to Major Crankypants its a BIG deal. Bubba has a new job - he must fill out an application. Now one would think in this day and age it would on-line, type-able but NO this company sends an email with an un-editable document which means print, and Aunt Ing gets to write it so it can be read my normal humans. (yes Bubba's penmanship is that awful) Now it isn't that bad; filling out the form, and moving on in your life - or at least that is how it should work in a regular house hold. And if I lived in a regular household I wouldn't need this blog to vent - now would I?

The company you work for is as TEMP agency - it says so - but NO can't put that on the application - we're a consultant. OK Pumpkin - we'll change it. Can you be done with our little 5 year fit we're having? Now I would have grumped at him as well if he'd not done something they way I asked - however, 1) I do it myself usually because it's easier and 2) by the time he got done thinking of his title I had the rest of the freaking form filled out. Of course I had to do it again due to the word "temp" what's the problem honey- afraid someone thinks you had to sleep your way to the job? Didn't show enough cleavage? Makes my head hurt.

So after 45 minutes of getting things done I went to bed.

Now this morning I mentioned my car not behaving well when the air conditioning is turned on - who else but my beloved Bubba gets mad because my car needs to go into the shop again? My car heats up quick and hot when I turn on the A/C so I turn it off... my darling husband actually said to me did you let it run? To see how hot it got? Um no - dorkus - I was on the freaking Capital Beltway at the time - seriously? Then he's all worried because he needs my truck a week from Friday for the power washer -- one has nothing to do with the other unless I take it in Friday... which I wouldn't since we're spending the first two days of our vacation cleaning and resealing the deck. Life doesn't get any better does it boys and girls?

Yes - I am getting 3 nights away at a very lovely resort with wine tours and spa treatments - which I will need after the deck and Bubba.

So he departs for work grumbling about me and my car - like I take a wrench to the darn thing to make things break because I SOOOOO enjoy being a one car family with Major Crankypants.

Off to run my meeting - cross your fingers things go well...

I need a go-to-bed alarm...

Because last night I was up until 11:45 putzing on the computer - why was I putzing on the computer?? Because my husband found a Godzilla movie - I kid you not. That movie was so cheezy Wisconsin called and asked for it's state crop back... (ba-dum-bum). Since I don't get the 'entertainment' value of those movies I went and putzed on the computer, did my Ladies' Group deposit and paperwork, did some health insurance stuff, watched some TV back episodes I missed and then realized it was 11:30 PM and WAY past my bed time...

Needless to say that this morning was not perky but we got up and moving, and managed to run a few errands, I had grocery points so went to the further gas station - made the Ladies Group deposit - dropped some stuff in the mail box and away I went to work. Very quiet day no meetings, handled some issues, fielded email and convinced myself that running the big meeting tomorrow will not be a problem. I will keep chanting that all Thursday morning...

Now this morning another moment occurred that makes me wonder what my husband smokes when I'm not watching. He actually looked at me this morning in all seriousness that I needed to make sure the kitchen was clean before we head to parental units so we don't leave anything for the bugs to eat. Let that simmer a moment won't you? He actually looked at me and said not to leave dirty dishes out for a long weekend...... really sweetie? Do you honestly think I would do such a thing - have I ever? Really? I know in your world he magic fairies prance about and things just magically get done - no I do them - without your idiotic suggestions. Dork.

I may just have to make extra holes in his tighty-whities - just because. No - then he'd make me go to Wal-Mart on a holiday weekend - shudder - no freaking way. Off to deal with my nice long laundry list of stuff to get done tonight where are those freaking fairies when I need them? Huh?

And how did your MONDAY start?

Mine? Oh the usual, up unhappy as it was morning and a Monday at that - but we were moving, pups, shower, dress and then something funny happened... I started hearing the garage door opening and closing and opening and closing - and things being moved about - Shelby and Violet ever vigilant to my personal safety were sound asleep. I went downstairs thinking Bubba had forgotten his lunch, but no - it was more much much more. Bubba couldn't find his wallet - now let me pause to say had I said that - Bubba would have exploded, been a major wall around which I would have had to keep searching, desperately trying to think why the darn thing wasn't isn't my purse... bla bla bla. My reaction? Where did you have it last, I remember you having it here, are you sure it isn't' upstairs, did you look here... of course after being snipped at I went finished dressing, did hair makeup and then spent another hour helping Sr. Butthead look for his wallet only to have him find the darn thing in his SHOE right next to the place he usually leaves it before going to bed... seriously.

When I mentioned that he didn't check around his usual spot more carefully he said - it was a black shoe and a black wallet. At that point I put the pups in the crates, and went to work - an hour late. Thanks hon! The rest of the work day was generally uneventful.

Came home, quick run to grocery store as I was tasked with refreshments for the ladies group meeting. Then dealt with dinner, for me, left some for Bubba and went to my Ladies Group meeting. I must brag here - I did my entire part, the one where I walk and talk and march folks around the room... without a single prompt! Meaning I had all my memorized work memorized and it was all good.... but it was a late night. So got home, decompressed, went to bed tossed and turned for oh - a whole 30-45 seconds and the next thing I know the bladder and the alarm are in agreement that I needed to get out of bed.

I had to be at a meeting this morning by 9 AM in Virginia, left the house at 7:30 in the morning. I had to go 30 miles. Now those of you not familiar with Washington DC and it's morning "rush" hour let me 'splain m-kay? Yes I budgeted 90 minutes to go 30 miles - now toss in rain drops in random locations people freaking out and deciding that crashing into another car to would just make their day complete -- and completely FUBAR the rest of the world. Any one want to hazard a guess what time my cranky fanny got to my 9 AM meeting???? It wasn't 9 AM - oh no... 9:20 AM that's right darn near two freaking hours crawling at .2 miles per hour while wondering if the guy next to me has ever heard of comb or was this some hip new look he was going for... not to mention watching the rust spot on trunk of the car in front of me grow larger, I contemplated my place in the world, my sanity and what I would have given at that moment for a caffeinated beverage.

But on the sunny side - I made it just in time for my government person's presentation, so it's all good. Or I'm framing it that way.

in a final note on this Tuesday - talked to payroll today - my new rate isn't in their computer system I have to call HR. I called HR (who sounded about 12 BTW) and Helpful Hannah from HR smugly said to me... "I can't help you - you have to call your manager." When I was done chewing on the phone cord I found my manager told him crankily - fix this. He's working it. We shall see... oh and did I mention we've got a corporate employee survey coming next month......BWAAA HA HA HA Suckers

Later

Ah - the weekend...

So Friday was mostly mellow, my office mate is going to be on vacation this coming week so I am alone - at least I know I get to have the lights on in the office. Any who... I got home, and Bubba was already here - amazing I know. He mowed the yard, cleaned it up, as I putzed inside and wondered which would come first dinner or a new low in my blood sugar number - it was a close one. I did eat something but I knew we were going to go out - let's just say I was never so happy to see dinner... yeesh.

Saturday was busy up, dogs, kitchen, fixing the holes in the back yard our beloved pups had dug - we don't know why - they dig then they lick the dirt. I never said my dogs were all that smart they are cute though.

Then we enjoyed Chinese food with the neighbors and played - you guessed it - Power Grid! We played some tough maps and everyone kinda petered out the later it got but still fun. i over did it.. wine and cake but I was good with dinner - still feel like crap this morning but it's getting better.

So we enjoyed breakfast out - then went shopping to the housing warehouse store that my brother didn't work at... then home, where I re potted a plant - cross your fingers as I've either killed it or (hopefully it will grow). I made a grocery list and heaven help me Bubba is out shopping he's been gone 15 minutes and I don't have a phone call yet - so we'll see. I figure he'll be gone at least 2 hours and buy crap not on the list, and that I can't eat. He will look at me sincerely and say either "it was on sale and I like it" or "I had a coupon and it was on sale". I will smile, put it away and make him eat it - when he complains I will remember this and state - you had a coupon.

I know this information because way back in our early married years I let Bubba do the shopping and wasn't smart enough then to say specifically what to buy - and what NOT to buy. He bought cheap on sale margarine like substance - that did NOT MELT on hot corn on the cob --- let me repeat that as your brain may not allow you to paint a picture of margarine that doesn't melt on corn on the cob - HOT. I have learned after many years of marriage do not leave room for interpretation - be specific trust me you'll be grateful later.

Winding up for a Sunday - off to do laundry and clean up the kitchen... it's a life I lead isn't it? On lavish pampered day after another.....

Well, well, well

Yesterday was a good day - I took the day off while I didn't accomplish as much as I wanted to - I very much enjoyed not doing much. I was up with the pups, laid around, went to the lodge to drop off a key for the bug guy, ended up staying and working on my walking and talking parts of my Ladies' group. By the time I was done, the bug guy arrived, I stuck around, we locked up, headed to my house, he checked my house, sign sign, pay for my house, and done. And since I was home I stayed, had lunch, putzed, did some busy work, read my book and generally just loafed. Then I went to the grocery store and raided the salad bar for Bubba's pizza, he likes roasted red peppers olives and the like... THEN I went hand had a massage.... ahhhhh it was so nice.

So with jello-like thought process I went home, made pizza's (his and mine) ate my dinner then debated which method of harry-carry. I had such an awful case of indigestion known to man kind. Yeesh - I think it was lunch and brother did it knock me out. Felt like I swallowed a balloon filled with marbles and my tummy was so unhappy... but finally about lunch time today I almost felt normal. I plan to lay off tuna for a while - yeesh.

Now the fun part of my day? While making dinner Bubba and I are chatting about whatever - the phone rings, and the boy has got a new job!!! AND (bastard) it's in the same county in which we live!! He starts the second week of June. So my vacation will be 3 days long. Now I do give Bubba credit for thinking of vacation... after I said "there goes our vacation right?"

Of course he says - 'let's see who is playing in Vegas!" Seriously? No. it's 3 days - let's stick to local shall we? He spent the rest of the night on the computer - I am sure half of it was spent on vacation ideas. ;-)

As we talked I apparently made mention of not hearing from his family Bubba picked up the phone and called --- his father (chicken). Anywho he asked about the blessed event, asked why we weren't called (again) his father apologized, but hey BFD. Now the fun part boys and girls (for me not for this poor baby) is they named this boy Junior as in What-his-Name Jr. And they are going to call him Junior. Sweet Lord and the heavens above - who does that anymore? Her first son has a girl's middle name (Lauren) your daughter was taken from a TV show and now Junior. She should have just named that kid Billy Joe Bob and been done with it. That kid has no other option than ball caps and farmer's tan. (Saucer of milk for one!) Meow.

Yes, I am being catty catty...I'm allowed here it's my happy or venting place - please take note of the title before you judge. I will say the smirk on Bubba's face when he learned of the name was quite priceless.

Now to even out the high kitty factor of this post I will tell you this tale of my own stupidity. I am looking into the same weight loss surgery my mom had. I had done some searching, Internet of course, and was going to take information course at Howard University Hospital tonight - I made plans - got there to discover 1) Not a great part of town, 2) the visitors parking lot was closed, and when one asks for assistance the chick in the obvious suburban SUV got "Can't help you". So we said screw this headed home, and went back to searching the Internet and vowing to call my doctor tomorrow. I should have known better - somewhere in my brain it was close to where Bubba used to work - it wasn't. So many city miles on my poor truckster and I shutter to think of the wasted gas - but lesson learned and back to square one. I am the original dork.

All right - off to enjoy the rest of my night and wonder if it's ever going to stop raining.

Monday Update

We have reached one week - one week and nothing from the in-laws. Really does anyone else on the planet do this? I have documented and commented that yes there is a personal stick and a very personal craw in which it crammed and again I acknowledge that. God above has seen fit to parade babies in front of me, and I think, mostly, sort of and well dang it - I have dealt. Moving on...

Work is quiet - with today a brief interruption of the most shrill fire alarm ever. So I had my first fire drill, my office mate was elsewhere and off we went. Stood around in the lovely sunshine - got the all clear, and climbed 4 flights of steps - uphill (both ways) in girl shoes!! My over sized fanny was not happy about that one...

Got home, made dinner, ate dinner, off to girl's group, and practice for the ladies' group... it was a busy night. Pretty dull huh?

Welcome to Monday - we'll see what Tuesday brings... ;-)

Sunday and the count down...

First yes it is Sunday - my personal favorite day of the week - however it does have that looming thing of Monday hanging over it... but still.

The work week was largely uneventful, and frankly I'm not having a hard time with that right now. some meetings, some minutes, learning new tools, new words and new faces. The last part the tougher fact for me but getting better. I meet my company boss tomorrow, working toward that promotion internally for something - else I guess. Right now a bit unsure of my career path, hopefully we'll have some direction after Mondays' lunch. Wardrobe is currently my big issue - oh sure I've got outfits, it's which one, with shoe choice as there will be walking involved and you don't want to look like an idiot in shoes that make your feet hurt three steps into the journey. So it's comfy shoes - now which outfit... I need a new pair of black work shoes, my regular pair are cool but they make my feet hurt after a lot of walking so - no go there. I'll let you know what I come up with just in case you were even remotely interested.

The weekend has been a good one overall. I was up and moving Saturday morning, had a girl's group thing, went well, without a relative hitch and we were done by 1:15 pm. Which of course made Bubba happy - as we were then outside whacking back the bushes and ticking off every bird in a 2 mile radius. At one point I said to him, "It's like a Hitchcock movie out here" yes there were a lot of birds making a lot of noise. I stayed far away from the man with the power tool, in case the birds were organizing - I really wanted to look like the hired help I was. Now of course we did all this yard work as it was overcast, gray, and misting. On the up side it wasn't 100 degrees with 1000% humidity - so a little mist wasn't something to quibble over. We got things done, the county compost guys are NOT going to be happy with the volume of vegetation sitting out by the curb. But hey - that's the job boys - enjoy. So we got that done got cleaned up and as is becoming ritual went to the neighbors for a rousing game of PowerGrid. We almost beat Bubba - almost. Life goes on. Next weekend is the big game, friends coming over, Chinese dinner and new maps - whoot whoot - it's a nerd party boys and girls... look out - it's The Big Bang Theory - the home version.

Now for the latest installment of what I am going to call my in-laws are dorks. Yeah let's go with that. Last Sunday was Mother's Day, Bubba having been nagged by his wife and his own guilty conscience dutifully called his Mama Sunday they chatted - I wasn't in the room so cannot glean what was discussed - however he did impart this bit of news. They were going to induce my niece (having #3 for those of you keep count at home) MONDAY as in nearly 1 full week ago.

Let that marinate a bit... yes boys and girls it's happened again, a fairly major event (ok maybe not so major after the previous 2) has taken place and no phone call south. I mean I know they all have cell phones, how about a text - all is well see you at Christmas - something. I refuse to call up there - why would I? And frankly the gift bought is going back, you people can't be bothered to text, call, heck call in the middle of day and leave a freaking message if you don't want to talk to anyone - but seriously? Whose family does this?

Now I will be honest and admit we are not cheerleaders for an unmarried woman of 22 to be having her 3 child, without a high school diploma. Yes, there are rumors that there is a wedding in September - do you think we'll get called before or after it has occurred? Again still - I am smart enough to figure out when there are people I don't want to talk to - call when you know they aren't home - leave a message - impart information needed, wanted to let you know - no need to call me back, have a nice life and you're done. Am I wrong here? Because we don't celebrate irresponsible behavior my hubby is cut off from his family? Of course if you ask Bubba you get "I don't care". And about the birth I'm sure that is the truth - but I know he's smart enough to know - much further down the road if there is a problem with his parents - who will call him? It won't be his darling sister - perhaps we should make inroads to the niece with her head on her shoulders - listen - drop Uncle Bubba a text when something goes on and we'll spring for a tank of gas. By then that should be a pretty big ticket item.

I also know he'd rather eat dirt than deal with most members of his family - his father probably being the lone exception - and that is touch and go on most days. ;-)

I will do my best to keep you all updated - as like the wardrobe decision I am sure you 3 will be on the edge of your seat...

All right off to face the wilds of the grocery store, then home, dinner, kitchen, etc.... it's this life of glamour that never ends.

Ok- ok OKAY!

So I didn't make it back to the computer yesterday - sue me.. It was a Monday I had a meeting, I had to feed the dogs and the husband - guess which one is easier? Heck for two nights now it's been defrost chicken, toss on sauce, red or soy sauce serve with veggie and rice. I'm in a hurry here eat this...

I guess I will have to do better tomorrow night. If the mood strikes me. ;-) The new problem with dinners are - me and my new diagnosis. I am diabetic and what fun we are having. After sitting in the doctor's office processing all this she begins rattle off all this information I am desperately trying to not hear and take in all at once. Don't try it at home kids it just gives you a headache.

Ok so you soak that in, then you go to the pharmacy and realize you haven't seen this much foolishness since your Fertility Drug days. The up side not nearly as expensive, the down side, much more complicated. Then toss in a soft spoken person with a foreign accent who says they are from the pharmacy you just left and if I could wait for something until Friday. Now as I had all the meds, and after replaying the message 3 times I figured she either a) found the meds on the back shelf and said "never mind" about making a second call or b) I was still missing something and had no idea what. I came later to find out I was missing something, it was ready for me, and wha-la we're all good. Mostly. Then there is this schedule she's got me on of checking sugar which requires blood - mine of course. So you read the instructions, prick your finger, discover new football words and begin researching someplace other than the tips of my typing fingers... frankly at this point I look like a serious drug addict with a real crappy sense of direction.

It took me a week to tell Mom - after I got over being mad, sad and really ticked off I finally told them, got lots of good advice and support and it was just what was needed.

So another day another day being the pin cushion in heck. Oh and the job is rolling along... ;-) and that's all I can say about that...

I'm still here...

See me waving? Posting from work is a bit much but I can get things together. It's been a rough week personally, work has been fine. It's SO quiet, but frankly its a good thing.

My office mate is working half days this week so life ain't so bad. This is will be a quick hit until I get home and finish up. Stay tuned...

Whew what a weekend...

As I hinted Friday - it was going to be a good weekend - and boy howdy was it. Of course Bubba left at o-dark-30 to catch his flight to Vegas for the "spring" guys weekend (for those of you keeping score there is also a "Fall" guys weekend - different set of guys) Anyway as it usually works around here with Bubba up so is Aunt Ing and the pups - oh I fed their little furry fannies then crawled back into bed until a more civilized hour - like 9:30 am. That was Saturday morning, so I did the usual things, shower, breakfast, putzed - then armed with my list, my coupons and my credit cards dancing to come out of my wallet - I went SHOPPING. I was a one woman stimulus package - allow me to demonstrate:

First we went to Macy's - we had coupons, we wandered, we shopped, we bought a few things, then we went to the purse department, while I did not purchase a bag from behind the protected glass - I did get a new bag - which I now realize is smaller than the old one -- but 1) its NEW and 2) it has more hide-y holes and slots and stuff which is what I like. And it's simple and pretty. I am not your busy fussy purse kinda gal - I want function and durability. I am tough on my bags. Just ask them.

Then I made my way to JCPenny - they were having a SALE! and I had (say it with me now) coupons!!! (and gift cards) alas there was nothing in the offering in the short and chubby department, so I made my was to Yankee Candle - yes - because I had a coupon!!! Then figuring I had done - the mall I made my way to the Wal-Mart, because on coupon is expiring day - you go to the Mart and stock up on shampoo, contact lens juice and other such niceities to get you through your day. So I shopped at the Mart wondering if their profits were down at the end of the month (people out of money they say) then who the heck were ALL these people???

Survived the mart - loaded up the family truckster with that haul, then headed to Kohl's - again COUPONS. But those were wasted as the short and fat department at that store apparently doesn't think chubby women work for a living. So screw you buddy - put down the two things I did find and headed to Dress Barn. (insert the angelic music here) A whole big section for short and chubby choices, sales, friendly people to help you once they realized you were a buyer not just a browser. An hour and $300 plus dollars later I had spring and summer sweaters, tops, skirts, a dress, and a lighter wallet - on the plus side? I GOT MORE COUPONS!!! LOL at a store I will go back to....

So dumped (gently) my haul into the truckster which was now beginning to wonder if I was testing its weight limit I'm sure ... I then headed to the grocery store. Armed with - coupons I shopped for the week - without the constant and slowing presence of Bubba I was in, around, done and happy. Home I went. My feet were starting to hurt I was desperate for a tall cold glass of water and the bask in my booty.

What I did was, let the dogs out, dump all the stuff on the living room couch put away the groceries and sit on my fanny for an hour. Well yes I did bask for a bit... then I cleaned up the kitchen fixed myself a meal and pretty much laid like broccoli for the rest of the night.

Then came Sunday.........
Oh sure - Shelby gave thought to waking me up at o-dark-30 she was disabused of this notion with the go lay down command given with my hand on her nose. I was then hours later greeted with the cold wet nose of "now lady or the carpet gets it". So up we were at a more civilized hour the pups and I were up, fed, showered and dressed, then... we faced it - the bedroom closet I was not kind I was not merciful - I was harsh brutal and a bit messy. I admitted there were sizes I was not going to see in the next six months nor the next year - into the donation pile. This size is close - but not so much - donation pile - there were also moments of Hey! this fits - keep pile- which also turned into the wash and iron pile... I got down to an empty bar, cleaned out shoes (only managed to toss 2 pairs) the top shelf - and noticed most of that crap was BUBBA'S - it got tossed to his side. Then we hauled up the new stuff, hung arranged, moved the laundry pile into the hallways so we had some operating room, cleaned out my drawers! then sat down to document my clothing donation, bag it up - called my sister about a suit I loved and wore all of once, get that moved to an out of the way location, hung clothes, then began.... the laundry!.... but remember boys and girls our hero now has HAL Jr. - the washer of larger loads without the notice-able "leak". So we washed, we dried, we hung up sweaters and shirts and we ironed - good heavens did we iron, pants, shirts, dressed and with a mark on my hand - my own skin. (little owie - we're ok).

I finally petered out when I got down to the last 4 pairs of pants, and the last load of laundry - whites - which is still sitting in the dryer. But my closet is work of art - it's neat it's clean - its full of clothes that 1) fit and 2) are clean and pressed and 3) a lot new!!! So while I worked hard all weekend - it was a good work - alone at my own pace without a Bubba to gum up the works wanting something like fed or tended or whatever. I also screwed with the pups as they didn't get this whole - why aren't you going downstairs thing for the better part of Sunday morning. They eventually figured out to just go with it and sleep, until the donation pile slipped and landed on Violet - she wasn't pleased. A little love, a little shifting and 1 minute later - she was sleeping. It's a tough life that dog has got no?

Monday - was up to freaking early again, had a doctor appointment for no reason - see the other doc you have an appointment with Wednesday here is your co-pay back have a nice day. I chose to take the road of BONUS! Home early - tended to some work stuff for my company, check email, print, deal with the ladies' group stuff - and then head out to the girls' meeting. Which I will simply dub - organized chaos while trying to herd cats that found the cat nip barrel - we're just blocking the rest OK? I went home and stood in my closet for 15 minutes and took another 5 to debate wardrobe choices for my Tuesday. WHICH apparently was the right move as when I got home, Bubba was home and asked if that was a new outfit - he looked and me and said (Quoting here) "Looks nice - pretty." When I picked myself up off the floor checked his ID, we chatted about our days, his weekend, mine (another compliment on the closet!). He also took all four bags to the donation center! I know! But of course I still had to cook dinner - and he's been out since 8:15 tonight - all in all - not a bad Tuesday.

So be prepared Wednesday could hit the fan or just be a day full of meetings. As there are 2 scheduled for 2 hours each - we're leaning toward the meetings -- with my pea sized bladder could make for some fun moments. Stay tuned won't you?

Later!