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.