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.
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