We have checked and we are Bubba free therefore we are able to document the delightful dinner and conversation shared between Parents-in-law and the family gossip brought to us... ah so nice.
Needless to say Bubba cannot hear me say any of this so we're good with our pledge stating (No Bubba you will not hear me speak of your family again.) :-) I'm a good doobie that way aren't I? Yeah yeah, ticket punched, straight to hell yeah yeah - mama said she'd save me a seat!
ANY way... the topic of the evening seemed to be Bubba's sister T and her little quirks of her day to day life not the mention the heaps of abuse she is inflicting upon her husband. And after these stories, frankly boys and girls the man is up for SAINTHOOD in my book - what chemical was the Navy using back in the day to make these two so nutty... well there is that whole nature/nurture thing wandering too far... back to the dish.
Now sis-in-law T is a nurse, she works nights and apparently they are short handed so there are nights she works ALL night. Her husband who will now call Saint R works days - early days he's up at 4:30 and he works outside laying cables etc... in other words the man isn't sitting on his backside watching the world go by he's working for that check. You are not going to tell me a nurse working the overnight shift has a LOT to do - I mean most people are sleeping right? As long as alarm bells aren't ringing you don't have to be running minute to minute - but then again what do I know I'm sleeping and that whole nursing things involves icky body things and fluids and sick people which eewwwww and so NOT in my wheel house.
Anyway, she demands (note the choice of words not by me) that her sainted husband, cook dinners for her and her daughter who likewise works long hours at MIDNIGHT so they have something to eat when they get home... he does laundry, he grocery shops, without a list or plan he just goes, and still she complains at him when he goes and eats dinner with HER family because he's home alone.... so he doesn't do that much anymore.
Its gets better boys and girls - this poor man gets paid on Friday and is broke on Monday - he pays all the household bills with his check... she pays the mortgage. They have separate accounts, he has no clue what she has, SHE makes her daughter print out his check and calculates his overtime to make sure she accounts for ALL HIS money - while not sharing the same information of her paychecks with her husband.
Can you begin to imagine treating your husband like this? Oh sure it's one thing if he's got a history of gambling or drinking his paycheck away and you've had issues but Sister T has only been working for the last few years full time - before that she was a stay at home Mom, part time bus driver and she never lacked for anything that I noticed. Of course they probably didn't have as much money and Bubba and I do but then again I have more money that God - that is the only reason these people are nice to us. (See previous post for full context of that one...still searching for that sarcasm font!)
Sooo---- one begins to wonder how long he's going to put up with this mess not the mention the fact that according to Mum and Dad 'd Bubba she's always tired, and she can't do anything and she's got a cleaning lady coming in once a week - of course my mother-in-law said she understood why WE have one - of course mine comes every other week, but I didn't say anything she was on a roll.... Of course my mother in-law also said she tried her daughter's cleaning lady to giver her some help cleaning her 2 bedroom, one floor condo - you know to get the baseboards and things that are hard on her knees... she didn't ask her back.. too young didn't do a good job.
I want it noted here and now the strength of character that led to my smiling and nodding and not saying a word about no cleaning woman on this earth will clean good enough for that neat freak ... I smiled and nodded and nodded and smiled. A cleaning woman for a woman who says repeatedly they go nowhere and don't do much.... what DO you do? Another ponder for another day...
Now on to the next fun topic of Sister T, apparently they are going out to dinner with parents... it's all good, until the bill arrives and Sister T goes outside to smoke... and of course her husband has no money on him because his wife ensures that he doesn't so the in-laws pick up the check... all the time. The fact that my mother-in-law mentioned it... and laughed so we could laugh too... is that she's noticed this... a BIG deal as this woman is clueless on a cellular level and makes comments on it allows me to enjoy it all the more...
Of course when we went out and the bill was coming I looked at my mother-in-law winked and nudged Bubba and said "quick go outside and smoke before the bill comes" Mum and I laughed the sticks in the mud named Bubba and Bubba Jr sat like the lumps they are... whatever.
As previously stated Bubba won't hear any of this repeated by me - I think Lancaster should be far enough away.. we'll see. Problem is when we are home I don't get to see any of this first handed, because it appears to me everyone is on their best behavior when we're home... its not hard we aren't there that often. ;-)
Well that is most of news that is fit to print - enjoy the double post I'm off to turn off the lights and tell the little darlings we're out of candy... mostly. :-o
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!
Monday, October 31, 2011
The list of pre-approved topics of conversation..
This is what I will ask for the next time my darling Bubba and I got out -- in public or with his family, or well frankly anywhere he happens to be within ear shot. Shall I 'splain?
Saturday was oh so busy - you saw the post regarding Mr. Bubba the fixer man. They are still up so kudos for being able to put a screw in a wall Bubba - you da man.. and I'm wandering already. Now with the arrival of the in-laws they came in sat, drank their coffee they purchased before coming to my house -- I know this because they called and asked if we wanted anything... but after we politely declined, coffee started sounding good on a cold wet late October day with the snow falling down... but I went home and made a pot.
So they arrive, all good, we chat, luggage is unloaded..that's another thing - I go out and help my parents unload, granted they travel with more - but still Bubba lift a suitcase for your father trying to figure out how to hold that dog of hers and take his shoes off before walking on my oh-so-clean carpets (NOT). ANY way... we go out to dinner more the topic of conversation (and a quick check to make sure Bubba isn't here) I will detail all that in a bit... now we left early for dinner in anticipation of the party time we needed to be there... we got the rookie waitress and she didn't quite have the swift feet thing quit down yet. So dinner took longer with poky patty and we get home and rush into costumes, our neighbors who probably saw the backyard light on called to ask if we were still coming. I said yes, dinner with the in-laws went late we're changing and coming over. When we get to the party our lovely hostess says why didn't we bring over Bubba's parents I said they knew we had the party and they were happy to stay home - I knew it wouldn't be a big deal for you... but they are who they are. I want everyone to note that I was nice, polite and didn't make any comments about their anti-social skills, there dork-ness just an honest explanation -- well that they are dorks. But phrased in a nice way.
Apparently Bubba 'the grim' in reference to his costume - and not his -- well yes, maybe his demeanor, later on SUNDAY tells me that I didn't need to tell the neighbors his parents were here - just that we were running late. "They're weird - not everyone has to know." This bit of nonsense from the man who wouldn't tell the lady at the bank that he has an account with them - I do through the ladies' group it's your signature - it's your ID - just get it done! (He needed something notarized - see previous post June time frame for that bit of mess) During THAT fight he says he can't lie as easily as I can...
Now I should lie to good friends as to why we're late because YOUR parents are anti-social. Huh? and you wonder why I drink - and blog or maybe you don't. But we we're not done with the post party wrap up of things I said that got Bubba's tighty white-ies in a bunch. Apparently repeating a joke our host made after we had moved in and over the next year and change got new cars including a Volvo (used) and his NEW audi - the neighbor joked about my job accesses and in a Russian accent asked me how was life treating me "comrade?" It was funny... except to Bubba - who said I have to stop telling people or acting like we're wealthy. again-- HUH? Do you not drive said car? When you pull out of the garage does it change it's appearance to a Yugo?* WTF is the state secret of what you drive? Now when he said this to me I looked at him like Shelby head tilted sideways and complete blank stare because frankly boys and girls I got nothing - I got no snappy come back from that depth of stupid. Bubba - sugar - you don't want people to think you got anything - drive a Yugo, go rent an apartment in a bad neighborhood and dress in rags... frankly pumpkin this is why I went to college so I don't have to do that... we moved OUT of the neighborhood of loud newspaper thieves and crazy idiots; and were able to buy zippy cars... but one of us is now driving a Kia... I'm just saying.
Are you afraid that one of our neighbors is going to ask you for a loan? Last time I checked they all work too - and take foreign vacations for weeks, and still drive nice cars and live in the same neighborhood as you. Kinda like Christmas when I made a joke to my mother referencing my favorite movie (Steel Magnolias) where the Shirly McLean character states "The only reason people are nice to me is because I have more money than God". So tell me - does that imply that I do indeed have more money than god or am I being sarcastic thereby negating the statement of having money? The word JOKE should have been a clue and if someone would come up with a sarcasm font - we'd have our answer now wouldn't we?
The problem with a sarcasm font is y'all would be real sick of it about 2 lines into every blog I post. :-D But again I digress. So with Bubba's announcement of his unhappiness at what I say when we are out together, regarding his family, his car whatever... I will indeed ask for a preapproved list of Bubbabippy I will ignore all of them.
Now - where should I make him take me out on our wedding anniversary? Hee hee heee....
**Thanks Nana for the garage changing the car idea.. totally stole it!
Saturday was oh so busy - you saw the post regarding Mr. Bubba the fixer man. They are still up so kudos for being able to put a screw in a wall Bubba - you da man.. and I'm wandering already. Now with the arrival of the in-laws they came in sat, drank their coffee they purchased before coming to my house -- I know this because they called and asked if we wanted anything... but after we politely declined, coffee started sounding good on a cold wet late October day with the snow falling down... but I went home and made a pot.
So they arrive, all good, we chat, luggage is unloaded..that's another thing - I go out and help my parents unload, granted they travel with more - but still Bubba lift a suitcase for your father trying to figure out how to hold that dog of hers and take his shoes off before walking on my oh-so-clean carpets (NOT). ANY way... we go out to dinner more the topic of conversation (and a quick check to make sure Bubba isn't here) I will detail all that in a bit... now we left early for dinner in anticipation of the party time we needed to be there... we got the rookie waitress and she didn't quite have the swift feet thing quit down yet. So dinner took longer with poky patty and we get home and rush into costumes, our neighbors who probably saw the backyard light on called to ask if we were still coming. I said yes, dinner with the in-laws went late we're changing and coming over. When we get to the party our lovely hostess says why didn't we bring over Bubba's parents I said they knew we had the party and they were happy to stay home - I knew it wouldn't be a big deal for you... but they are who they are. I want everyone to note that I was nice, polite and didn't make any comments about their anti-social skills, there dork-ness just an honest explanation -- well that they are dorks. But phrased in a nice way.
Apparently Bubba 'the grim' in reference to his costume - and not his -- well yes, maybe his demeanor, later on SUNDAY tells me that I didn't need to tell the neighbors his parents were here - just that we were running late. "They're weird - not everyone has to know." This bit of nonsense from the man who wouldn't tell the lady at the bank that he has an account with them - I do through the ladies' group it's your signature - it's your ID - just get it done! (He needed something notarized - see previous post June time frame for that bit of mess) During THAT fight he says he can't lie as easily as I can...
Now I should lie to good friends as to why we're late because YOUR parents are anti-social. Huh? and you wonder why I drink - and blog or maybe you don't. But we we're not done with the post party wrap up of things I said that got Bubba's tighty white-ies in a bunch. Apparently repeating a joke our host made after we had moved in and over the next year and change got new cars including a Volvo (used) and his NEW audi - the neighbor joked about my job accesses and in a Russian accent asked me how was life treating me "comrade?" It was funny... except to Bubba - who said I have to stop telling people or acting like we're wealthy. again-- HUH? Do you not drive said car? When you pull out of the garage does it change it's appearance to a Yugo?* WTF is the state secret of what you drive? Now when he said this to me I looked at him like Shelby head tilted sideways and complete blank stare because frankly boys and girls I got nothing - I got no snappy come back from that depth of stupid. Bubba - sugar - you don't want people to think you got anything - drive a Yugo, go rent an apartment in a bad neighborhood and dress in rags... frankly pumpkin this is why I went to college so I don't have to do that... we moved OUT of the neighborhood of loud newspaper thieves and crazy idiots; and were able to buy zippy cars... but one of us is now driving a Kia... I'm just saying.
Are you afraid that one of our neighbors is going to ask you for a loan? Last time I checked they all work too - and take foreign vacations for weeks, and still drive nice cars and live in the same neighborhood as you. Kinda like Christmas when I made a joke to my mother referencing my favorite movie (Steel Magnolias) where the Shirly McLean character states "The only reason people are nice to me is because I have more money than God". So tell me - does that imply that I do indeed have more money than god or am I being sarcastic thereby negating the statement of having money? The word JOKE should have been a clue and if someone would come up with a sarcasm font - we'd have our answer now wouldn't we?
The problem with a sarcasm font is y'all would be real sick of it about 2 lines into every blog I post. :-D But again I digress. So with Bubba's announcement of his unhappiness at what I say when we are out together, regarding his family, his car whatever... I will indeed ask for a preapproved list of Bubbabippy I will ignore all of them.
Now - where should I make him take me out on our wedding anniversary? Hee hee heee....
**Thanks Nana for the garage changing the car idea.. totally stole it!
Sunday, October 30, 2011
If I had a hammer....
I'd be in jail.... sing with me now!!! OK never mind I'll make up my own words... with or without you. Once again I am faced with the cold hard facts that I did not marry Bubba the builder. As previously documented a few weekends ago tragedy struck our home with the spontaneous collapse of closet number1 and the calculated idiot fueled (yes on my part) collapse of closet number 2. Well with the arrival of the mother-in-law (who are great people by the way) this weekend we are in hurry up mode to get things done.
Now one of us was up about 5ish with a full bladder and the sound of something dripping... (eewww not that - like water outside coming in... really, where does your brain go) Apparently the same place mine did when I wrote that OK moving on. ANY way... up, business tended going back to sleep, drop, drop drop sleep... drop drop drop, up at 6:30 AM with small reading light feeling the walls because I know something has sprung a leak... dry dry dry no water dry, dry - Shelby doing the dance - something else about to be wet ... fine we're up.
Shelby and Violet are let out at 6:45 AM this morning for me to find on October 29th in Maryland - which is BELOW the Mason Dixon Line it was SNOWING... and worse sticking to the grass, the deck, the trees, the dogs... not the way to greet such an early Saturday morning. But we did... fed, mellow, watched the weather - warnings and whatever... went back upstairs to bed hoping to catch an hour or two I've got a busy day ahead of me.... but alas I laid there - read a bit then the alarm went off I've got a 9AM nail appointment so up putz again, make myself a PB and J and ran off to the bank and nail salon only to get there and the place is dark!! Fine I wandered into Starbucks they weren't overly busy got myself a nice large coffee and by 9:10 the salon is packed and I'm late. Groovy. No worries nails done and VERY dry as the nail lady was balancing me and another client and I knew when I got home Bubba the un-handy was going to make me work on closets... wasn't screwing up a fresh paint job.
Got home, and yes he was working on closet 2 smaller and able to maneuver about without assistance for which we quietly said a Thanks to the big guy above. He apparently enjoyed my small offering so much he opened my eyes to the rest of the story.... when Bubba was done in closet number 2; I was told I could then "clean up" OK fine - got out the vacuum cleaner only to discover Bubba the wonder builder didn't move the stuff in the bottom of the closet - he patched, sanded and painted while suit cases and other miscellaneous crapola sat at the bottom of the closet NOW covered in fine white dust (and not the illegal kind!!) I look at him - "you dork!" then I have to move all this stuff, dust it off with the vacuum cleaner, and of course in the process of moving all this crap you spread the love of small white particulates every freaking where... so instead of a quick zip zip it's zip, zip, suck suck (move dog) toss this away - what IS this?? and that was the smaller closet... Bubba's answer to the bigger one in which he also patched, sanded and painted with stuff on the floor? HE MOVED IT without my dusting it off - now remember that HIS mother is coming for a visit.. so to say I cleaned that room within an inch of it's life is a major understatement. Considering if Bubba the inept builder had moved all the suitcases etc. in the first place the entire thing would have taken 5 minutes total...
So we are on to closet number 2 which is the large one, and the one that fell due to constant pressure over a number of years and not the double flip with a half twist pull landing my husband thinks I was doing on the closet bar... really. Now he looked all construction guy - without the belt but he had his drill his screw driver and his level so bonus points for tools... then things start to slid into Home Improvement territory and Tim the Tool man is in the house, first there is the each end sliding into the right plastic holder dance, my side up his side down, around and around we go step one - each side is in, then we move to the hokey pokey of the shifting left and right as the person who cut these originally didn't measure them right and they are short (a clue to previous failure - Bubba not interested) So there is the oh-so-delicate balance of shifting to hold just right without fallout out of said NEW plastic holder. OK so in, shifted now Aunt Ing's job is to hold the shelf upright on both sides from the middle, I look like they paused the wedding video on the Y of YMCA. Of course now Bubba the OCD is in full flame and I stand there as he watches the bubble on the level move back and forth and he's staring at it as if the mysteries of life are in the darn thing. I start shifting the shelf until it lines up - see Bubba even Aunt Ing the nerd knows that much... work with me.
So one side even and level does he mark that? No he moves to the other side, same dance, same blank stare into the bubble, me shelf shifting and finally he marks it up with a pencil Then we have to take down the oh-so carefully place shelf so he can install new wall holders to better hold up the shelf which will now be holding 60% less that it was. Oh goodie. All is installed, cleaned and the rehanging begins... I have gowns in my cellar - must go invest in some garment bags to protect them from things I am not thinking about right.
With that little chore done we head out to the Halloween store because Bubba wants to add to his costume - I ask him how exactly he's going to eat or drink with this large grim reaper mask on his face... he manages it but NO ONE can hear or understand him - well that happens without the mask too but this just made things worse. To say this store was busy is like saying Shelby enjoys her food in small but quick bites (i.e. she inhales it) YEESH and OMG even. And of course as we're checking out the guy drunk at 1:20 PM on Saturday afternoon asks my husband where the bathroom is... it must be those boyish good looks that makes him such a target for the drunks.
My costume is completed at the K-mart - for what I thought would be cheap accessories turned into 20 bucks worth of enhancements. Ah well.
For the record, I put on a fancy dress put up my hair, over did the makeup and donned gloves, jewelry and a little business card pinned to my dress stating "I AM the 1%" (versus the 99% those occupy wall street people are camping out for) not that I am going to get into that mess here.. Bubba puts on eye black a mask, black robe and head cover, his new accessory (the big blade the grim reaper hold) and away we go. Oh and did I mention Bubba's little card said I'm after the 1% har har har...
I won't mention we went to the Halloween store first Bubba finds his accessory (I can't spell it!) decides it's too much can't find a 'cool' one at K-mart we go BACK to the crazy store get what he wants and then finally something to beat back hungry and then on our way home, we discover the in laws are ahead of us!! Great - you know because Bubba is so super excited to see his family - me too - because we are nice people.
(ahem - sorry had to choke back -- something)
We went to dinner - enjoyed LOTS of good gossip which I'm going to save for tomorrow's little tryst - now I must go find my pillow for it is another day and this one started way too early.
Now one of us was up about 5ish with a full bladder and the sound of something dripping... (eewww not that - like water outside coming in... really, where does your brain go) Apparently the same place mine did when I wrote that OK moving on. ANY way... up, business tended going back to sleep, drop, drop drop sleep... drop drop drop, up at 6:30 AM with small reading light feeling the walls because I know something has sprung a leak... dry dry dry no water dry, dry - Shelby doing the dance - something else about to be wet ... fine we're up.
Shelby and Violet are let out at 6:45 AM this morning for me to find on October 29th in Maryland - which is BELOW the Mason Dixon Line it was SNOWING... and worse sticking to the grass, the deck, the trees, the dogs... not the way to greet such an early Saturday morning. But we did... fed, mellow, watched the weather - warnings and whatever... went back upstairs to bed hoping to catch an hour or two I've got a busy day ahead of me.... but alas I laid there - read a bit then the alarm went off I've got a 9AM nail appointment so up putz again, make myself a PB and J and ran off to the bank and nail salon only to get there and the place is dark!! Fine I wandered into Starbucks they weren't overly busy got myself a nice large coffee and by 9:10 the salon is packed and I'm late. Groovy. No worries nails done and VERY dry as the nail lady was balancing me and another client and I knew when I got home Bubba the un-handy was going to make me work on closets... wasn't screwing up a fresh paint job.
Got home, and yes he was working on closet 2 smaller and able to maneuver about without assistance for which we quietly said a Thanks to the big guy above. He apparently enjoyed my small offering so much he opened my eyes to the rest of the story.... when Bubba was done in closet number 2; I was told I could then "clean up" OK fine - got out the vacuum cleaner only to discover Bubba the wonder builder didn't move the stuff in the bottom of the closet - he patched, sanded and painted while suit cases and other miscellaneous crapola sat at the bottom of the closet NOW covered in fine white dust (and not the illegal kind!!) I look at him - "you dork!" then I have to move all this stuff, dust it off with the vacuum cleaner, and of course in the process of moving all this crap you spread the love of small white particulates every freaking where... so instead of a quick zip zip it's zip, zip, suck suck (move dog) toss this away - what IS this?? and that was the smaller closet... Bubba's answer to the bigger one in which he also patched, sanded and painted with stuff on the floor? HE MOVED IT without my dusting it off - now remember that HIS mother is coming for a visit.. so to say I cleaned that room within an inch of it's life is a major understatement. Considering if Bubba the inept builder had moved all the suitcases etc. in the first place the entire thing would have taken 5 minutes total...
So we are on to closet number 2 which is the large one, and the one that fell due to constant pressure over a number of years and not the double flip with a half twist pull landing my husband thinks I was doing on the closet bar... really. Now he looked all construction guy - without the belt but he had his drill his screw driver and his level so bonus points for tools... then things start to slid into Home Improvement territory and Tim the Tool man is in the house, first there is the each end sliding into the right plastic holder dance, my side up his side down, around and around we go step one - each side is in, then we move to the hokey pokey of the shifting left and right as the person who cut these originally didn't measure them right and they are short (a clue to previous failure - Bubba not interested) So there is the oh-so-delicate balance of shifting to hold just right without fallout out of said NEW plastic holder. OK so in, shifted now Aunt Ing's job is to hold the shelf upright on both sides from the middle, I look like they paused the wedding video on the Y of YMCA. Of course now Bubba the OCD is in full flame and I stand there as he watches the bubble on the level move back and forth and he's staring at it as if the mysteries of life are in the darn thing. I start shifting the shelf until it lines up - see Bubba even Aunt Ing the nerd knows that much... work with me.
So one side even and level does he mark that? No he moves to the other side, same dance, same blank stare into the bubble, me shelf shifting and finally he marks it up with a pencil Then we have to take down the oh-so carefully place shelf so he can install new wall holders to better hold up the shelf which will now be holding 60% less that it was. Oh goodie. All is installed, cleaned and the rehanging begins... I have gowns in my cellar - must go invest in some garment bags to protect them from things I am not thinking about right.
With that little chore done we head out to the Halloween store because Bubba wants to add to his costume - I ask him how exactly he's going to eat or drink with this large grim reaper mask on his face... he manages it but NO ONE can hear or understand him - well that happens without the mask too but this just made things worse. To say this store was busy is like saying Shelby enjoys her food in small but quick bites (i.e. she inhales it) YEESH and OMG even. And of course as we're checking out the guy drunk at 1:20 PM on Saturday afternoon asks my husband where the bathroom is... it must be those boyish good looks that makes him such a target for the drunks.
My costume is completed at the K-mart - for what I thought would be cheap accessories turned into 20 bucks worth of enhancements. Ah well.
For the record, I put on a fancy dress put up my hair, over did the makeup and donned gloves, jewelry and a little business card pinned to my dress stating "I AM the 1%" (versus the 99% those occupy wall street people are camping out for) not that I am going to get into that mess here.. Bubba puts on eye black a mask, black robe and head cover, his new accessory (the big blade the grim reaper hold) and away we go. Oh and did I mention Bubba's little card said I'm after the 1% har har har...
I won't mention we went to the Halloween store first Bubba finds his accessory (I can't spell it!) decides it's too much can't find a 'cool' one at K-mart we go BACK to the crazy store get what he wants and then finally something to beat back hungry and then on our way home, we discover the in laws are ahead of us!! Great - you know because Bubba is so super excited to see his family - me too - because we are nice people.
(ahem - sorry had to choke back -- something)
We went to dinner - enjoyed LOTS of good gossip which I'm going to save for tomorrow's little tryst - now I must go find my pillow for it is another day and this one started way too early.
Friday, October 28, 2011
TGIF-- O>M>G and all the other praises to Friday...
Mostly. This has been a long week, all day Tuesday I thought it was Wednesday - Wednesday I spent the second half of the day in a meeting -- first part cool second part no so much. Now I was hoping that my Sunday would free up - no such luck. And to add insult to injury my in-laws are showing up Saturday - they called last night Thursday - the ONLY weekend this month where we have something planned, me tonight - Saturday night and me again on Sunday afternoon... thanks for the warning....
Not that I'm saying anything bad (checking for Bubba) -- no Bubba - but you know???!! How many times have I documented these last minute visits - last minute BS these people pull - and have I mentioned that they closets aren't fixed... which he now says we'll do Saturday AND he wants to go shopping for a Halloween costume on Saturday --- like that will be a quick trip -- AND Shelby needs food and my kitchen is a mess my house is a mess - and I don't know who to kill - him or them.
On the upside - due to a LONG day yesterday I will be leaving work today at 2:00 PM, I will take Violet to the Vet, try and get my nails done (that may wait until Saturday AM) and generally work on making the house in-laws ready.... not that there is any bad or bitchy comments about my in-laws oh no sir ree - they are super fab in a last-minute-no-warning-pain-in-the-backside sort of way... but oh so great.
Excuse me - I had to wash down that bit of -- shall we say revisited breakfast... OK moving on from the Love-fest... and like I said it will be great having them here... OK even I can't sell this load of manure to Farmer Brown - so I'll look at it as fodder for blog and time with my family gossip - after all my brother or sister haven't been providing any lately - what is up with that??
In another note, I tried on the gown for the Halloween costume - it fit - mostly. Sitting isn't an option in this get up so I'm rethinking things but still need to do some shopping... will go with Bubba and enjoy. Now I will say that the fact that I could get the thing zipped at all to me was a huge WIN.... because this dress fit well and looked good post major diet of a number of years ago. Now it's tight and way too curve hugging so... like I said rethinking the options here... will update how I do.
For those of you not in the know - my costume is to be very richly dressed, with a button stating "I am the 1%" ... now for everyone but Bubba you get that (I hope). It isn't a political statement it's funny.... and I am banking on more people being up on what's going on in the world than my husband. No he had NO clue who Occupy Wall Street was or was about... Scary isn't it?
And on a final note this Friday morning.... there is a four letter word in the weather forecast today - it's OCTOBER... I don't live in Pittsburgh anymore - I live SOUTH of the Mason-Dixon line this sort of thing doesn't happen here in October.. no no no... I will not survive a long hard winter with Bubba home.. and me unable to work from home. That boys and girls is a recipe for the docu-drama on Lifetime called Snapped - with the title "Snow Angel turned to the Devil" -- and buried her husband under a snow back and desperately tried to convince authorities it was all a suicidal accident - really.
Check back - will post when I have time between in-law prep, visit and all other things busy.... I love my life really - such fun - and.... oh never mind.
Not that I'm saying anything bad (checking for Bubba) -- no Bubba - but you know???!! How many times have I documented these last minute visits - last minute BS these people pull - and have I mentioned that they closets aren't fixed... which he now says we'll do Saturday AND he wants to go shopping for a Halloween costume on Saturday --- like that will be a quick trip -- AND Shelby needs food and my kitchen is a mess my house is a mess - and I don't know who to kill - him or them.
On the upside - due to a LONG day yesterday I will be leaving work today at 2:00 PM, I will take Violet to the Vet, try and get my nails done (that may wait until Saturday AM) and generally work on making the house in-laws ready.... not that there is any bad or bitchy comments about my in-laws oh no sir ree - they are super fab in a last-minute-no-warning-pain-in-the-backside sort of way... but oh so great.
Excuse me - I had to wash down that bit of -- shall we say revisited breakfast... OK moving on from the Love-fest... and like I said it will be great having them here... OK even I can't sell this load of manure to Farmer Brown - so I'll look at it as fodder for blog and time with my family gossip - after all my brother or sister haven't been providing any lately - what is up with that??
In another note, I tried on the gown for the Halloween costume - it fit - mostly. Sitting isn't an option in this get up so I'm rethinking things but still need to do some shopping... will go with Bubba and enjoy. Now I will say that the fact that I could get the thing zipped at all to me was a huge WIN.... because this dress fit well and looked good post major diet of a number of years ago. Now it's tight and way too curve hugging so... like I said rethinking the options here... will update how I do.
For those of you not in the know - my costume is to be very richly dressed, with a button stating "I am the 1%" ... now for everyone but Bubba you get that (I hope). It isn't a political statement it's funny.... and I am banking on more people being up on what's going on in the world than my husband. No he had NO clue who Occupy Wall Street was or was about... Scary isn't it?
And on a final note this Friday morning.... there is a four letter word in the weather forecast today - it's OCTOBER... I don't live in Pittsburgh anymore - I live SOUTH of the Mason-Dixon line this sort of thing doesn't happen here in October.. no no no... I will not survive a long hard winter with Bubba home.. and me unable to work from home. That boys and girls is a recipe for the docu-drama on Lifetime called Snapped - with the title "Snow Angel turned to the Devil" -- and buried her husband under a snow back and desperately tried to convince authorities it was all a suicidal accident - really.
Check back - will post when I have time between in-law prep, visit and all other things busy.... I love my life really - such fun - and.... oh never mind.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Cleaning out the random thoughts file...
Today we have a series of discussions around which there is no central theme.... yet another peek into the strange and twisty places of my brain that would (and probably should) frighten most "normal" people. If you read this mess regularly - well you might want to reconsider your version of 'normal'. Or maybe you just read this stuff to make your life not look so dark and twisty... after all who else regularly posts about bashing one's spousal unit with a large heavy object? And the subsequent tall tale one must tell the police.... :-)
And I'm wandering already aren't I? Let's start at today's beginning, Bubba's car went into the shop, see previously noted turn signal/ possible electrical issue - as my car pool buddy was sucked into jury duty today - it's just me... and him. So in a fit of I don't know what - I said why don't we get to the car place early and go have breakfast together - a little quality time... without hockey. He agreed (color me amazed) so that is what we did - 20 minutes behind schedule but Bubba amazingly mellow and it was nice. We chatted work, stuff, he's still stuck on the crappy job crack of Saturday night... but now it's a joke so we've moved on. At least I have... Then I drove him to work, only one minor issue as the cars in front of me stopped suddenly so I had to too.. and Bubba of course mentioned something about pay attention and my driving skills - I dunno I really wasn't listening to him :-)
So dropped him off - was vividly reminded why I now get up before God/country and all woodland creatures as all my late sleeping friends and trucks were on the road before me.... YIKES. So I got into work, no muss no fuss (well OK some fuss) I'm here a busy afternoon and a late arrival home... no fun. It was a good morning only problem is I'm full and sleepy... not good for working things.
Next on our hit parade of random thoughts for today.. my husband's rain man like repeating thoughts of having to clean up now that he is 'done' with the closets, if he has mentioned this once it's been 12 times - and I still tell him - after he painted, after he sanded and again when he noticed that things were done.. Bubba sweetie -- I'm not going to vacuum the floor 4 times - once when you're done is enough... I'm NOT your mama standing next to you catching the dust particulates before they hit the floor all the while fretting over said dust particulates invading my home... as you are well aware dust is welcome and is chased away by a very nice lady who comes in every two weeks and makes it all disappear... :-)
So Rain man - relax - put the shelves back up... THEN I will run the vacuum cleaner (aka sweeper for all my yinzer friends - mostly Mom) and all will be right in your world. Mine on the other hand will require medication.
Today has been busy work wise and THAT crap has got to stop... I need 2 days - tops to catch things all up and have that moment of ahhh Zen... then we can hit the fast forward button again...
and stay tuned for more fun... going to try on a dress for a Halloween costume tonight... the screeching you may here is me trying to zip up the darn thing... If it doesn't - we'll go with plan B - which may be a dollar store sheet and the words toga come to mind.... just saying I'm getting too old to deal with costumes - this is for 20 somethings looking for some guy to buy your drinks all night... at least that is how I remember it.. vaguely.
Thus cleans out the random thought file for today... stay tuned things are backing up and it ain't pretty.
And I'm wandering already aren't I? Let's start at today's beginning, Bubba's car went into the shop, see previously noted turn signal/ possible electrical issue - as my car pool buddy was sucked into jury duty today - it's just me... and him. So in a fit of I don't know what - I said why don't we get to the car place early and go have breakfast together - a little quality time... without hockey. He agreed (color me amazed) so that is what we did - 20 minutes behind schedule but Bubba amazingly mellow and it was nice. We chatted work, stuff, he's still stuck on the crappy job crack of Saturday night... but now it's a joke so we've moved on. At least I have... Then I drove him to work, only one minor issue as the cars in front of me stopped suddenly so I had to too.. and Bubba of course mentioned something about pay attention and my driving skills - I dunno I really wasn't listening to him :-)
So dropped him off - was vividly reminded why I now get up before God/country and all woodland creatures as all my late sleeping friends and trucks were on the road before me.... YIKES. So I got into work, no muss no fuss (well OK some fuss) I'm here a busy afternoon and a late arrival home... no fun. It was a good morning only problem is I'm full and sleepy... not good for working things.
Next on our hit parade of random thoughts for today.. my husband's rain man like repeating thoughts of having to clean up now that he is 'done' with the closets, if he has mentioned this once it's been 12 times - and I still tell him - after he painted, after he sanded and again when he noticed that things were done.. Bubba sweetie -- I'm not going to vacuum the floor 4 times - once when you're done is enough... I'm NOT your mama standing next to you catching the dust particulates before they hit the floor all the while fretting over said dust particulates invading my home... as you are well aware dust is welcome and is chased away by a very nice lady who comes in every two weeks and makes it all disappear... :-)
So Rain man - relax - put the shelves back up... THEN I will run the vacuum cleaner (aka sweeper for all my yinzer friends - mostly Mom) and all will be right in your world. Mine on the other hand will require medication.
Today has been busy work wise and THAT crap has got to stop... I need 2 days - tops to catch things all up and have that moment of ahhh Zen... then we can hit the fast forward button again...
and stay tuned for more fun... going to try on a dress for a Halloween costume tonight... the screeching you may here is me trying to zip up the darn thing... If it doesn't - we'll go with plan B - which may be a dollar store sheet and the words toga come to mind.... just saying I'm getting too old to deal with costumes - this is for 20 somethings looking for some guy to buy your drinks all night... at least that is how I remember it.. vaguely.
Thus cleans out the random thought file for today... stay tuned things are backing up and it ain't pretty.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
And pop goes the Zen...
Last night I made an executive decision - I bagged the girl's group thing citing feeling unwell - and decided I did feel well enough to play board games with the neighbors. It was enjoyed we chatted we played, we had a basic rookie run away with the game... and of course with the wine flowing I made one comment about foundation garments and Bubba's sister's lack thereof... and apparently I also said his job was 'crappy' because he's working so many hours... and pop went the Zen when we got home - at 1:00 AM. Yes Bubba and I had words at 1:00 AM - fine he went upstairs I stayed downstairs, he came downstairs I went upstairs to take out my contacts... whatever.
This morning - pushing this afternoon by the time we got up and got moving... he still was ticked off and didn't the 1:00 AM continue nearly 12 hours later... let me sum it up... I'm a bad person because I gossip and say mean things - -- OK. Fine. I stopped talking all together - that of course is his button to push because then it turns into bigger whizzing contest and I spoke carefully as not to jolt the stick so firmly implanted up his spinal column.... "You will never hear me speak of your family again... EVER." And I will hold the that... and I'm good as long as he can't figure out what I'm typing in here...
Now about the job - as well documented here and fairly recently the man works an average 10 hour day - and again I quote "because this is the type of job I have". OK pumpkin... he of course blathered on about quarter end and the like, fine, but again when your usual time home is 8:00 PM and you push it to 9-9:30... that job has to be super fab!! Am I right?
Well apparently in Bubba land I am not. Its a good job, and its just the nature of the industry of his chosen profession that he must work so long and hard... FINE. And from this moment on - I'm fine with that - I will do my own thing and when you manage to stop enjoying that job and come home - you will find no snarky comment pass my lips... my fingertips are a whole other story and that is just between us. Because let's face it boys and girls... if a woman doesn't have some kind of outlet for comments about husband, children, in-laws, mothers, dads, siblings whatever - WE DIE. It really is just that simple, as women are complex creatures we have to have a release valve and cattiness and gossip are two really good ones... see girl power post of yesterday. Its a boiling kettle that must have a release at some point or you end up with a big old mess... trust me on this one. So we'll blog. ;-)
Now after the unpleasantness of the morning - and more unkind name calling by my darling Bubba he leaves to get a massage - boy he better tip that chick well she's got her work cut for her today - and I wonder if there is an extra charge for stick removal - that may involve a medical professional...
ANY way... so today's lessons boys and girls of a long and happy -- or at least live able marriage is electronic media is out here for the greater good it keeps wives sane; husbands out of trouble - (think sports stations and girly sites) and allows for sharing of one's most pent up frustrations; although it appears to me that the under 25 set likes to express those in acts of raving stupidity then posted on YouTube... I must be getting old - or just dislike of doctors and such public acknowledgement of own my lack of ability to walk and chew gum at the same time....
Game time 4:15 - grocery list is 10 items long and I think this house will be very quiet this evening...
What will Monday hold - only the final score of the game will tell... stay tuned.
and I will also publicly acknowledge my father was right - can't talk about a man's family they are what they are. This is just note taking for a fictional book to be published later - when they're all dead. Seriously.
This morning - pushing this afternoon by the time we got up and got moving... he still was ticked off and didn't the 1:00 AM continue nearly 12 hours later... let me sum it up... I'm a bad person because I gossip and say mean things - -- OK. Fine. I stopped talking all together - that of course is his button to push because then it turns into bigger whizzing contest and I spoke carefully as not to jolt the stick so firmly implanted up his spinal column.... "You will never hear me speak of your family again... EVER." And I will hold the that... and I'm good as long as he can't figure out what I'm typing in here...
Now about the job - as well documented here and fairly recently the man works an average 10 hour day - and again I quote "because this is the type of job I have". OK pumpkin... he of course blathered on about quarter end and the like, fine, but again when your usual time home is 8:00 PM and you push it to 9-9:30... that job has to be super fab!! Am I right?
Well apparently in Bubba land I am not. Its a good job, and its just the nature of the industry of his chosen profession that he must work so long and hard... FINE. And from this moment on - I'm fine with that - I will do my own thing and when you manage to stop enjoying that job and come home - you will find no snarky comment pass my lips... my fingertips are a whole other story and that is just between us. Because let's face it boys and girls... if a woman doesn't have some kind of outlet for comments about husband, children, in-laws, mothers, dads, siblings whatever - WE DIE. It really is just that simple, as women are complex creatures we have to have a release valve and cattiness and gossip are two really good ones... see girl power post of yesterday. Its a boiling kettle that must have a release at some point or you end up with a big old mess... trust me on this one. So we'll blog. ;-)
Now after the unpleasantness of the morning - and more unkind name calling by my darling Bubba he leaves to get a massage - boy he better tip that chick well she's got her work cut for her today - and I wonder if there is an extra charge for stick removal - that may involve a medical professional...
ANY way... so today's lessons boys and girls of a long and happy -- or at least live able marriage is electronic media is out here for the greater good it keeps wives sane; husbands out of trouble - (think sports stations and girly sites) and allows for sharing of one's most pent up frustrations; although it appears to me that the under 25 set likes to express those in acts of raving stupidity then posted on YouTube... I must be getting old - or just dislike of doctors and such public acknowledgement of own my lack of ability to walk and chew gum at the same time....
Game time 4:15 - grocery list is 10 items long and I think this house will be very quiet this evening...
What will Monday hold - only the final score of the game will tell... stay tuned.
and I will also publicly acknowledge my father was right - can't talk about a man's family they are what they are. This is just note taking for a fictional book to be published later - when they're all dead. Seriously.
GIRL POWER!!!
Last night - and again this afternoon I have had a chance to recharge the girl batteries - usually done with either, liquor, food, cheesecake or shopping, last night with friend from high school it was the first two today with my friend Deborah it was the last 3. :-D
In the first case there was much catching up, what are you doing now, hows the job, family, neighbors, life, eat and in a fun twist... we ended up in a restaurant with light up menus... think IPAD without being able to flip the screen. I really think it was funny that Tracy asked me if that was usual "around here" or was she being a yokel... LOL Nope I thought it was pretty gosh darn neat too - and the first time I'd see it too -- of course as documented here I don't get out much. Of course we met after work, she was early - I was late - seems to be an ongoing theme with these meets but this was just work, life and DC traffic so we move on with our day and it's all good...
I did leave no less that 3 messages for darling Bubba telling him he had to get home to tend to our pups as I was headed quickly south to meet and greet, chat and chew... ewww... but it fit with the rhyme thing I sort-a had going there --- never mind. I figured on he didn't want to listen to the wife grump and grumble (better) he got home and was tending to his own dinner when I arrived home, fat, happy and well fed. We chatted for a few minutes, watched half of the week's DVR'd offerings. I crashed hard - beer and dinner out will do that to a gal... we both went to bed as we had to get up early for a Lodge-type meeting.
So this morning, up with the alarm although not at o-dark-what-f-time is it? The sun was actually up, so were we, the pups were doing the LET'S GO NOW dance (mostly Shelby) so having learned hard lessons previously with said dance I was moving out they went - breakfast and then shower and Bubba is in hurry up mode... until I'm standing at the door with the keys in my hand and he's now "um wait a minute..." Insert head bagging against front door here.... away we go taking my car as the Bubba-mobile has a turn signal/ possible something electric issue... oh goodie. ANY way--- off we go, meeting goes well, take a member home as previously promised not thinking I'd have Bubba with me - he's made plans with a former coworker friend.... digressing yes - so get her home. We get home, I make some breakfast as I have had nothing yet today -- I clean up the kitchen while Bubba is sanding the closet walls, he's painting those spots, and he's painting the outside the sliding glass door as well. Ok fine until Violet walks by the door and comes away with two white strips down her red ears... the only part of his poor dog's face that isn't white now is... ah well those ears are floppy and not much you can do about that now.
Now the fun part of our day starts - as previously stated trouble with Bubba's car, I offer to take him to said friend's and pick his butt up --- yeah yeah wife of the year whatever. I get him moving as I too have a luncheon date with my friend Deborah - of course I use only the most tender loving tones and words to get his lard butt-nose- in- his- laptop moving - like threatening him that he's going to walk from the MD line into the heart of DC unless he picks it up... and of course - again, I'm standing there having, peed, let the dogs in and out for the same function, cleaned up the water in Shelby's crate, crated them, gathered my coat, keys and purse then he looks at me and says - "oh wait I gotta go first too... after sitting in front of his laptop for 3 minutes telling me these files are huge... shut the lid Bubba and let's GO! You made me an hour late last time - we won't be doing this again... (har har har... keep reading)
Finally - away we go, headed down all is good, lights moving, argument over lane selection and driving habits - I do NOT jump lane to lane in DC and when you're in the left land butt head you get stuck behind people turning left - then you have to cut off someone in the right lane to get around that guy - they you want me to jump back into the left lane to avoid some one turning right - and NO! Sit and zip it - We get through that only to get stuck near the Zoo.. then just past the Zoo there is road - well I guess you could call it construction but it appeared to me that they DC DOT had taken a HUGE section of road leaving 3/4's of one lane for 2 lanes of traffic in opposite directions and apparently someone had told them that that 1/2 mile stretch of road had gold buried 30 feet deep because boys and girls those were some mighty big holes for simple road construction - did you think you found Jimmy Hoffa boys?? No this is DC - look under the capital building or I think that is why they had to redo the reflecting pool... the holes dug were starting to affect water quality.
Of course as we are sitting in all this mess of traffic and hell but who doesn't make an appearance but Captain Crankypants!!! Oh yes boys and girls once again Aunt Ing is responsible for moon, stars and craters in the freaking highway!
So back to Captain Crankypants who is now sitting in the passenger seat shifting and sighing and grumping and growling and still it's my fault that we're running behind. Really pumpkin - you want to go there - so I confront his royal highness that I cannot control the lights, traffic or the great dig on the Avenue leading to your friends home. I would also like you to note - Captain My Captain that MY friends and I meet where both must go to a central location - something close to the middle for each party.... YOUR friends must have you arrive on their door step in the middle of freaking DC with narrow roads, moving trucks and one way streets - again NONE of which are MY fault.
As his royal grumpiness was deposited, I had to figure out a way back to where I was going without the backup of the Great Dig... so I went down and around, ignored the phone for a bit because the first two time she told me to turn she was trying to send me back from whence I can and we so weren't doing that mess... After a few blocks I should have listened to the bitch and it would have saved me a few minutes - but I had a plan and it didn't involve going back the way I came... FINALLY! having dodged, lights, cops (pulling someone else over) a cab carting a person for whom apparently could not make up her mind where she lived or wanted to stop - so I pulled a Bubba moved around that mess made my way to the parking garage thinking it was a different one that the one I usually use only to discover after a right turn - it was the same garage parked in the usual spot and the rest of the afternoon was bliss.....
So one minor blip in the awesomeness of girl power to recharge the batteries... ahhhh
In the first case there was much catching up, what are you doing now, hows the job, family, neighbors, life, eat and in a fun twist... we ended up in a restaurant with light up menus... think IPAD without being able to flip the screen. I really think it was funny that Tracy asked me if that was usual "around here" or was she being a yokel... LOL Nope I thought it was pretty gosh darn neat too - and the first time I'd see it too -- of course as documented here I don't get out much. Of course we met after work, she was early - I was late - seems to be an ongoing theme with these meets but this was just work, life and DC traffic so we move on with our day and it's all good...
I did leave no less that 3 messages for darling Bubba telling him he had to get home to tend to our pups as I was headed quickly south to meet and greet, chat and chew... ewww... but it fit with the rhyme thing I sort-a had going there --- never mind. I figured on he didn't want to listen to the wife grump and grumble (better) he got home and was tending to his own dinner when I arrived home, fat, happy and well fed. We chatted for a few minutes, watched half of the week's DVR'd offerings. I crashed hard - beer and dinner out will do that to a gal... we both went to bed as we had to get up early for a Lodge-type meeting.
So this morning, up with the alarm although not at o-dark-what-f-time is it? The sun was actually up, so were we, the pups were doing the LET'S GO NOW dance (mostly Shelby) so having learned hard lessons previously with said dance I was moving out they went - breakfast and then shower and Bubba is in hurry up mode... until I'm standing at the door with the keys in my hand and he's now "um wait a minute..." Insert head bagging against front door here.... away we go taking my car as the Bubba-mobile has a turn signal/ possible something electric issue... oh goodie. ANY way--- off we go, meeting goes well, take a member home as previously promised not thinking I'd have Bubba with me - he's made plans with a former coworker friend.... digressing yes - so get her home. We get home, I make some breakfast as I have had nothing yet today -- I clean up the kitchen while Bubba is sanding the closet walls, he's painting those spots, and he's painting the outside the sliding glass door as well. Ok fine until Violet walks by the door and comes away with two white strips down her red ears... the only part of his poor dog's face that isn't white now is... ah well those ears are floppy and not much you can do about that now.
Now the fun part of our day starts - as previously stated trouble with Bubba's car, I offer to take him to said friend's and pick his butt up --- yeah yeah wife of the year whatever. I get him moving as I too have a luncheon date with my friend Deborah - of course I use only the most tender loving tones and words to get his lard butt-nose- in- his- laptop moving - like threatening him that he's going to walk from the MD line into the heart of DC unless he picks it up... and of course - again, I'm standing there having, peed, let the dogs in and out for the same function, cleaned up the water in Shelby's crate, crated them, gathered my coat, keys and purse then he looks at me and says - "oh wait I gotta go first too... after sitting in front of his laptop for 3 minutes telling me these files are huge... shut the lid Bubba and let's GO! You made me an hour late last time - we won't be doing this again... (har har har... keep reading)
Finally - away we go, headed down all is good, lights moving, argument over lane selection and driving habits - I do NOT jump lane to lane in DC and when you're in the left land butt head you get stuck behind people turning left - then you have to cut off someone in the right lane to get around that guy - they you want me to jump back into the left lane to avoid some one turning right - and NO! Sit and zip it - We get through that only to get stuck near the Zoo.. then just past the Zoo there is road - well I guess you could call it construction but it appeared to me that they DC DOT had taken a HUGE section of road leaving 3/4's of one lane for 2 lanes of traffic in opposite directions and apparently someone had told them that that 1/2 mile stretch of road had gold buried 30 feet deep because boys and girls those were some mighty big holes for simple road construction - did you think you found Jimmy Hoffa boys?? No this is DC - look under the capital building or I think that is why they had to redo the reflecting pool... the holes dug were starting to affect water quality.
Of course as we are sitting in all this mess of traffic and hell but who doesn't make an appearance but Captain Crankypants!!! Oh yes boys and girls once again Aunt Ing is responsible for moon, stars and craters in the freaking highway!
So back to Captain Crankypants who is now sitting in the passenger seat shifting and sighing and grumping and growling and still it's my fault that we're running behind. Really pumpkin - you want to go there - so I confront his royal highness that I cannot control the lights, traffic or the great dig on the Avenue leading to your friends home. I would also like you to note - Captain My Captain that MY friends and I meet where both must go to a central location - something close to the middle for each party.... YOUR friends must have you arrive on their door step in the middle of freaking DC with narrow roads, moving trucks and one way streets - again NONE of which are MY fault.
As his royal grumpiness was deposited, I had to figure out a way back to where I was going without the backup of the Great Dig... so I went down and around, ignored the phone for a bit because the first two time she told me to turn she was trying to send me back from whence I can and we so weren't doing that mess... After a few blocks I should have listened to the bitch and it would have saved me a few minutes - but I had a plan and it didn't involve going back the way I came... FINALLY! having dodged, lights, cops (pulling someone else over) a cab carting a person for whom apparently could not make up her mind where she lived or wanted to stop - so I pulled a Bubba moved around that mess made my way to the parking garage thinking it was a different one that the one I usually use only to discover after a right turn - it was the same garage parked in the usual spot and the rest of the afternoon was bliss.....
So one minor blip in the awesomeness of girl power to recharge the batteries... ahhhh
Thursday, October 20, 2011
ALERT THE MEDIA...
Bubba was home tonight before 9:00 PM - 8:10 to be exact but hey - at least I'm still awake... mostly.
Check back tomorrow - or so - busy weekend planned.
Check back tomorrow - or so - busy weekend planned.
Time, Time, Time....
Time, time, time
See what's become of me
Time, time, time
See what's become of me
While I looked around
For my possibilities
I was so hard to please
Bangles - circa 1983-84...
for those of you not familiar with the 80's pop band the Bangles its from the song Hazy Shade of Winter and for some reason it has been it has been stuck in my head since last night... I think it could a direct result of Bubba calling at 8:00 PM and being unhappy because I was on the phone when he tried to call... then him telling me he would be leaving work at 8:30 PM... actual arrival time home... 9:20 PM - and for more fun he was on a conference call... until well after I went to bed... at 10:15. He did ask me to re-hot his dinner - which I did then I pretty much crashed because there was no point in talking to him he was busy - and I was and ready for bed.
So I let the girls out, gave them their evening pills (Violet gets an AM version as well) put the rest of dinner away and went to bed. He heard him come in... that was pretty much it. Is there a support group for him? Or course attending a meeting would take away from his work time and round and round and round we go...
On the up side I've got a lot of time alone in the afternoons, I watch the stuff I have taped from the 10 Pm hour - when I win the argument... plus with him getting home so late sole control of the remote. Still cooking dinner though - so not 100% in the half full glass-looking-thing-keep-a-positive attitude thing. Whatever...
So I don't know if I have mentioned that work is kinda nuts... this is new and not terribly exciting... I liked long breaks to clean off my desk and post on my blog... (I'm making time - because I want to darn it) anyway... it's been a bit nutso and the early hour is actually helping as my government boss is in early and now he wants me to be functional and articulate and all sorts of bazaar ideas... must educate the man- you want creative ideas see me after 9 AM, first tea/coffee is in and breakfast should have had chance to wake me up - or at least let my body know that we are up right. desperately looking forward to shopping with the family just us girls in November. I will have to remind Bubba he will indeed need to come home and tend to his puppies.
That's is for early in the AM... booked weekend and bubba has threatened to work Sunday and we've made plans separately to see friends... so I'll see him.... well if I look hard he's the grumping lump under the covers when I leave in the morning because - shock - I have to turn on a light when I get up to see what the heck I'm doing - after all I am awake before God, country and every other living creature in Germantown...
That is all... sing along Look around, leaves are brown there's a patch of snow on the ground.... Hazy Shade of Winter....
See what's become of me
Time, time, time
See what's become of me
While I looked around
For my possibilities
I was so hard to please
Bangles - circa 1983-84...
for those of you not familiar with the 80's pop band the Bangles its from the song Hazy Shade of Winter and for some reason it has been it has been stuck in my head since last night... I think it could a direct result of Bubba calling at 8:00 PM and being unhappy because I was on the phone when he tried to call... then him telling me he would be leaving work at 8:30 PM... actual arrival time home... 9:20 PM - and for more fun he was on a conference call... until well after I went to bed... at 10:15. He did ask me to re-hot his dinner - which I did then I pretty much crashed because there was no point in talking to him he was busy - and I was and ready for bed.
So I let the girls out, gave them their evening pills (Violet gets an AM version as well) put the rest of dinner away and went to bed. He heard him come in... that was pretty much it. Is there a support group for him? Or course attending a meeting would take away from his work time and round and round and round we go...
On the up side I've got a lot of time alone in the afternoons, I watch the stuff I have taped from the 10 Pm hour - when I win the argument... plus with him getting home so late sole control of the remote. Still cooking dinner though - so not 100% in the half full glass-looking-thing-keep-a-positive attitude thing. Whatever...
So I don't know if I have mentioned that work is kinda nuts... this is new and not terribly exciting... I liked long breaks to clean off my desk and post on my blog... (I'm making time - because I want to darn it) anyway... it's been a bit nutso and the early hour is actually helping as my government boss is in early and now he wants me to be functional and articulate and all sorts of bazaar ideas... must educate the man- you want creative ideas see me after 9 AM, first tea/coffee is in and breakfast should have had chance to wake me up - or at least let my body know that we are up right. desperately looking forward to shopping with the family just us girls in November. I will have to remind Bubba he will indeed need to come home and tend to his puppies.
That's is for early in the AM... booked weekend and bubba has threatened to work Sunday and we've made plans separately to see friends... so I'll see him.... well if I look hard he's the grumping lump under the covers when I leave in the morning because - shock - I have to turn on a light when I get up to see what the heck I'm doing - after all I am awake before God, country and every other living creature in Germantown...
That is all... sing along Look around, leaves are brown there's a patch of snow on the ground.... Hazy Shade of Winter....
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Invoking the Cheap Therapy rule...
Today boys and girls we have several issues to work out. Let's go with the most immediate that of Bubba the work-a-holic. Now once again, we're into our second day of the week, today is just Tuesday right? Yeah - so we're at day 2... Bubba has already put in basically 4 days, he's at work by 8:00 AM give or take traffic bits, and last night and tonight he has managed to stroll into our house post 9:00 PM... even with an hour for lunch - (those he actually thinks he takes that long to eat raise your hand... if you did again take better notes) ANY way... count with me... 13 hours right - because 8 to 8 is 12 add another hour and that makes 13 - so in 2 days, my husband has worked 26 hours. It takes most people 3 days to put in 24 (8x3=24-- check my math people I did marry the accountant for a reason.)
EDIT: I told you I married an accountant for a reason... thank you gigs for the correction 8X3 is 24...I'll blame the hours I work now and not my complete lack of double checking... yeah let's go with that...
Now if I happen to mention this bit of stupidity and life sucking behavior I get standard line 4C, "I don't work in government this is private industry and I have to get things done." Ah huh. --AND the ever popular "this company has issues and I have insert some accounting thing here to someone somewhere -- can you pinpoint the spot where I quit listening? Thought so.
So I don't say anything and I blog about it... it saves the standard 5R fight of working hours coupled with excuses 4C and 4X - and we're all generally content with that. But I have to ask - is he the only one? I have well documented the hours he works, including the Wednesday before Thanksgiving last year when he was 'temp-ing' excuse me--- consulting... they KICKED HIM OUT of the office. They were closing at 3:00 PM... and he was still working at 3:30. See now it is this kind of thing that makes me begin to wander - why wouldn't you want to come home? You get to choose television viewing and when your wife doesn't like it she reads, your meals are prepared for you and should he manage to get home before 9PM some night it also might still be warm. I will say it is prepared, and ready all he has to do is put it on a plate, rewarm and eat. Last night he didn't even have to rewarm.... Now I will say since the early shift of mine - and his 9PM return time I have basically told him dinner is on the stove - help yourself. The cook went off duty at 8 PM.
I have also stated to darling Bubba the work-a-holic that 1) the hours he puts in and 2) the times he eats are indeed not a healthy lifestyle. And again see comment 4C and 4X and well it all gets a bit tedious doesn't it? Ok so now he's home, I got a shout out when he arrived, I have remained in said computer room he's gone upstairs changed his clothes, changed the channel on the TV and is now upstairs dealing with his own dinner.. I made stir fry with his favorite ramen noodles. I do not cook his noodles as previously documented I don't do it right - so now I don't do it at all. The water was in the pot on the stove, as was the stir fry... all he had to do is boil water and nuke chicken and veggies. But he's not talking to me apparently... oh dear what shall I do? (Really... need that sarcasm font)
Changed my hours to better myself, get things done - mostly it's enjoying a lot of time alone and looking at my husband sprawled across the bed as I leave at o-dark 30. If I really start to resent it - I think a well placed ice cube should do the trick -- or the just ring the door bell again - accidentally - when leaving the house at 5:45 AM... whoops.
Another part of our cheap therapy session tonight deals with the day I had at work! Super Busy - unreal I know. I honestly haven't had to deal with this kind of foolishness for months and months... but today everyone wanted everything right now - plus I had an extra job tossed on top of it. Oh and another fire/ building evacuation to go on top of that! I have left this building via emergency announcements more that ANY other job I've ever had. Now I will say they are working on this building which is not the newest one in the fleet - so I'm sure one of those sweaty, Mike Rowe dirty jobs, working men probably tripped over the 30 year old panic wire installed to protect against Tom Cruise crawling through the heating ducts. (Rent the first Mission Impossible Movie - THEN you'll get that one) Why anyone would crawl through those spaces without the guarantee of large sums of money at the end is BEYOND me... again see movie reference and use of something called a stunt double. Hey at least it's a nice day, the sun was shining and we're all gathered together to debate the metrics of all this building evac on this level of frequency.
On the upside, I have a list of things to keep me busy tomorrow, which is good, but then again something else could hit the fan and I'd be covered all over again. Have I mentioned my office mate is leaving on another week's vacation? I'm so taking Christmas off... a lot of Christmas... Bubba of course will be at work. Perhaps I'll just leave him a fridge full of left overs and go home again to play with the nieces.. That reminds me I'm going to use Mr. Work-a-holic's hotel points for my shopping trip with the sis and the niece and Nana! Why the heck not - it's not like he'd take a day off and use them --without me nagging about wanting a vacation. Heck i had to google the darn word I forgot what it meant!
So third on our peeve-fest for today is my Ladies' group, all is good and well I get a call from lady M who has coordinated a fund raising event and now requires a check from the Treasurer - that would be me. I have gotten an email from the Secretary - fine, I have the paper work as well now and today - Lady M called the cell phone, followed up by a home call and directions to sent it to her - no pumpkin needs two signatures today is Tuesday you need it by Monday if I put it in the mail tomorrow you will have it by Friday. Its not like you live in Alaska and the post office deliveries once per week, it's still October, below the Mason-Dixon line chances of snow are slim, and they still deliver 6 days per week - oh and we all live in the same freaking county in Maryland... I will indeed get things to you. Perhaps more than 6 days notice and you won't have to become the nagging PITA of the Ladies' group hummmmm?
But that is a minor fly buzz in the over all pile of poo of the day - but frankly not really all that bad. Yes up at o-dark-30 almost forgot to leave the money for the cleaning lady, but I didn't. Met up with carpool all went well, work, while yes busier than a one armed paper hanger on a humid day was a good day - with more busy stuff tomorrow, drive home was a bit - tight but got his royal highness's shirts to the cleaners got my good tea from Trader Joes' and still had time to make dinner, enjoy it post to the blog and fall fast first into bed... for the record there are those who would think getting up at 4:30 in the morning to go to work is a form of water boarding. I would be one.
On an up note - I have Julie and Julia on the DVR - I have watched it over and over and no matter where I leave or start it again I still enjoy that movie - mostly the Julia parts... but hey. It also doesn't help that it does indeed make you want to cook... heaven help us all there. Night all.
EDIT: I told you I married an accountant for a reason... thank you gigs for the correction 8X3 is 24...I'll blame the hours I work now and not my complete lack of double checking... yeah let's go with that...
Now if I happen to mention this bit of stupidity and life sucking behavior I get standard line 4C, "I don't work in government this is private industry and I have to get things done." Ah huh. --AND the ever popular "this company has issues and I have insert some accounting thing here to someone somewhere -- can you pinpoint the spot where I quit listening? Thought so.
So I don't say anything and I blog about it... it saves the standard 5R fight of working hours coupled with excuses 4C and 4X - and we're all generally content with that. But I have to ask - is he the only one? I have well documented the hours he works, including the Wednesday before Thanksgiving last year when he was 'temp-ing' excuse me--- consulting... they KICKED HIM OUT of the office. They were closing at 3:00 PM... and he was still working at 3:30. See now it is this kind of thing that makes me begin to wander - why wouldn't you want to come home? You get to choose television viewing and when your wife doesn't like it she reads, your meals are prepared for you and should he manage to get home before 9PM some night it also might still be warm. I will say it is prepared, and ready all he has to do is put it on a plate, rewarm and eat. Last night he didn't even have to rewarm.... Now I will say since the early shift of mine - and his 9PM return time I have basically told him dinner is on the stove - help yourself. The cook went off duty at 8 PM.
I have also stated to darling Bubba the work-a-holic that 1) the hours he puts in and 2) the times he eats are indeed not a healthy lifestyle. And again see comment 4C and 4X and well it all gets a bit tedious doesn't it? Ok so now he's home, I got a shout out when he arrived, I have remained in said computer room he's gone upstairs changed his clothes, changed the channel on the TV and is now upstairs dealing with his own dinner.. I made stir fry with his favorite ramen noodles. I do not cook his noodles as previously documented I don't do it right - so now I don't do it at all. The water was in the pot on the stove, as was the stir fry... all he had to do is boil water and nuke chicken and veggies. But he's not talking to me apparently... oh dear what shall I do? (Really... need that sarcasm font)
Changed my hours to better myself, get things done - mostly it's enjoying a lot of time alone and looking at my husband sprawled across the bed as I leave at o-dark 30. If I really start to resent it - I think a well placed ice cube should do the trick -- or the just ring the door bell again - accidentally - when leaving the house at 5:45 AM... whoops.
Another part of our cheap therapy session tonight deals with the day I had at work! Super Busy - unreal I know. I honestly haven't had to deal with this kind of foolishness for months and months... but today everyone wanted everything right now - plus I had an extra job tossed on top of it. Oh and another fire/ building evacuation to go on top of that! I have left this building via emergency announcements more that ANY other job I've ever had. Now I will say they are working on this building which is not the newest one in the fleet - so I'm sure one of those sweaty, Mike Rowe dirty jobs, working men probably tripped over the 30 year old panic wire installed to protect against Tom Cruise crawling through the heating ducts. (Rent the first Mission Impossible Movie - THEN you'll get that one) Why anyone would crawl through those spaces without the guarantee of large sums of money at the end is BEYOND me... again see movie reference and use of something called a stunt double. Hey at least it's a nice day, the sun was shining and we're all gathered together to debate the metrics of all this building evac on this level of frequency.
On the upside, I have a list of things to keep me busy tomorrow, which is good, but then again something else could hit the fan and I'd be covered all over again. Have I mentioned my office mate is leaving on another week's vacation? I'm so taking Christmas off... a lot of Christmas... Bubba of course will be at work. Perhaps I'll just leave him a fridge full of left overs and go home again to play with the nieces.. That reminds me I'm going to use Mr. Work-a-holic's hotel points for my shopping trip with the sis and the niece and Nana! Why the heck not - it's not like he'd take a day off and use them --without me nagging about wanting a vacation. Heck i had to google the darn word I forgot what it meant!
So third on our peeve-fest for today is my Ladies' group, all is good and well I get a call from lady M who has coordinated a fund raising event and now requires a check from the Treasurer - that would be me. I have gotten an email from the Secretary - fine, I have the paper work as well now and today - Lady M called the cell phone, followed up by a home call and directions to sent it to her - no pumpkin needs two signatures today is Tuesday you need it by Monday if I put it in the mail tomorrow you will have it by Friday. Its not like you live in Alaska and the post office deliveries once per week, it's still October, below the Mason-Dixon line chances of snow are slim, and they still deliver 6 days per week - oh and we all live in the same freaking county in Maryland... I will indeed get things to you. Perhaps more than 6 days notice and you won't have to become the nagging PITA of the Ladies' group hummmmm?
But that is a minor fly buzz in the over all pile of poo of the day - but frankly not really all that bad. Yes up at o-dark-30 almost forgot to leave the money for the cleaning lady, but I didn't. Met up with carpool all went well, work, while yes busier than a one armed paper hanger on a humid day was a good day - with more busy stuff tomorrow, drive home was a bit - tight but got his royal highness's shirts to the cleaners got my good tea from Trader Joes' and still had time to make dinner, enjoy it post to the blog and fall fast first into bed... for the record there are those who would think getting up at 4:30 in the morning to go to work is a form of water boarding. I would be one.
On an up note - I have Julie and Julia on the DVR - I have watched it over and over and no matter where I leave or start it again I still enjoy that movie - mostly the Julia parts... but hey. It also doesn't help that it does indeed make you want to cook... heaven help us all there. Night all.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Oh the great tragedy!
Bubba has to do a home repair - and again do I need to mention I did not marry Bubba the Builder I married Bubba the accountant. Let me 'splain.
Last night in preparation of his trip to go shooting with friends today, he goes into the second bedroom closet to discover... the shelf had come down. Yes the entire shelf taking all the crap that was on top of it - including his gun and all my gowns with it... of course I didn't know this occurred and when one surveys the damage you see that the plastic anchors on each end had broken - yes due to continued stress - yes my gowns. Bla bla bla. Now let me add that 1) those were installed BEFORE we moved in and 2) ALL those dresses had been hanging in the closet for-freaking-ever! So you figure 20 year old plastic under consistent and constant pressure eventually something was going to happen. And sometime this week it apparently did. But somehow this still comes out to be MY fault. Go figure. Probably shouldn't have tried the double dismount the last time I was swinging on the bar? No probably not...
Now when he discovers this I'm downstairs making dinner - it's 7:30 I've been home since 4 PM and while yes I have "snacked" I'm starving and feeling icky and I know I've got to eat and now. But of course Bubba the butthead comes flaming out and I've got to drop what I'm doing and come "clean up this mess - it's all your shit." (again direct quote there) I go upstairs I see this and as my head is pounding I so so gently tell my husband basically to kiss off I've got to eat. And I did.
So we eat, I feel better and then we go back upstairs to 'help' clean up the mess. Do we just put our heads down and get things tended - if you said yes - you are not a frequent enough reader. Please do take notes... Of course we don't just get things done, I chuck this under the category of sh-t happens and you do what you have to do. Not Bubba this is the perfect time to 1) blame me for whatever and 2) go on and on and on and on about it until it becomes white noise sounding much like the Charlie Brown teacher and 3) also makes other parts of my brain shut down as a Bubba saving device -- so that I'm not standing outside my house trying to explain to the nice police officer how my husband accidentally ended up with a several ball gowns wrapped around his neck and the arms of said gowns then wrapped around a spinning ceiling fan - in 40 degree weather - and make it sound convincing.
So with the on going argument I move dresses from broken closet to empty closet in other room and he's yelling at me and I'm ignoring him - again see brain shut down and I put ALL the dresses in the other closet and (wait for it) yes I break that one too...I know. That one was on me and I readily if reluctantly admit it however in my defense my husband is a butthead and had he not been harping on me like a jilted wife about something completely outside my control I would have stopped and thought about things and not crapped a second closet shelf.
Needless to say this did NOT result in much happiness or rejoicing in said household and then I moved these dresses again to the bed I stopped talking to Bubba less words come out like limp, ER and bruises he'd have to explain to co-workers came out with actions to follow shortly. But I digress.
We get that tended - oh yes the wailing and gnashing of teeth continued until I looked at him and said, Why are you mad? Yes I get the second closet but I don't get the mad about the first it happened you fix it and you freaking move on. Its called home ownership. Of course that then gets me, "You wanted this house" to which from now on I should reply, "yes and I wanted the back yard in which to bury the body, because I don't have the "it was an accident" speech down yet to sound convincing to law enforcement - the giggles always get me trouble. :-D
So we get that tended I bury my nose in a book and we move on with our evening.
Today - ah today was a bit better. First I got to sleep in until 7:30 - I cannot believe I just wrote that bit of something... dogs up, out, fed, then go to Vet for Violet's latest round of blood work. Thankfully for this visit I don't have to sell a pint of mine first, hopefully this one will come back better than the last round, we'll know something Monday. For now she's on antibiotics and doing well.
Got that done came home, hungry, Bubba is dealing with closets, OK fine I clean the kitchen I've got friends coming by, I was supposed to host a Ladies Group thing but they changed it last minute and it was at the lodge - had they changed it sooner I'd have been at the beach with my friend Cindy... but alas. ANY way got that done, and now I have to start to nag - let's go need to eat... etc. Of course he gets pissy and mumbled something about my needing to eat all the time.... I have no energy left to comment on THAT ongoing bit of butt-head-ed-ness. I'm seriously considering a note from my doctor - possibly notarized so he doesn't think I printed it - stated that yes, your wife needs to eat more than twice a day with 12 hours in between.... dorkus. So we get through that go out, enjoy a large breakfast as we know it's going to be a long afternoon, me shopping, him shooting.
Friends arrive, great day spent a great deal of money (hee hee hee) and even won a door prize!! We went out to dinner, unfortunately it's homecoming which apparently means dinner out for every kid in this high school and the hour long wait at restaurant one was so not happening, thankfully in restaurant two they made room for us, we had a great waiter and a great meal with great people. Now the I won't mention the NOISE LEVEL with this crowd of teenagers and apparently there is some rule with the girls' dresses that anything lower than barely covering your fanny and you're in 'grandma' territory. Plus these little darlings are wearing 4 inch heels they can barely walk in! Watching these girls balance and try to walk was tragic and I can't imagine those shoes will be on their feet very long.
I will tell you for you John Hughes movie fans (80's teenager flicks for those of you no in the know) at least for the boys - the 80's are making a come back - and boys and girls... seeing THAT walk by really puts the years on you... just thinking about it makes we want to break out the wine and the yearbook... well maybe not the yearbook.
So now I'm home, full, tired and ready to snuggle in after all my neighbor is having another shopping party tomorrow... the sonic boom you'll hear in about 3 weeks is Bubba getting the credit card bill from this weekend. BWAAA HA HA HA HA Ahem.
Happy Weekend.
Last night in preparation of his trip to go shooting with friends today, he goes into the second bedroom closet to discover... the shelf had come down. Yes the entire shelf taking all the crap that was on top of it - including his gun and all my gowns with it... of course I didn't know this occurred and when one surveys the damage you see that the plastic anchors on each end had broken - yes due to continued stress - yes my gowns. Bla bla bla. Now let me add that 1) those were installed BEFORE we moved in and 2) ALL those dresses had been hanging in the closet for-freaking-ever! So you figure 20 year old plastic under consistent and constant pressure eventually something was going to happen. And sometime this week it apparently did. But somehow this still comes out to be MY fault. Go figure. Probably shouldn't have tried the double dismount the last time I was swinging on the bar? No probably not...
Now when he discovers this I'm downstairs making dinner - it's 7:30 I've been home since 4 PM and while yes I have "snacked" I'm starving and feeling icky and I know I've got to eat and now. But of course Bubba the butthead comes flaming out and I've got to drop what I'm doing and come "clean up this mess - it's all your shit." (again direct quote there) I go upstairs I see this and as my head is pounding I so so gently tell my husband basically to kiss off I've got to eat. And I did.
So we eat, I feel better and then we go back upstairs to 'help' clean up the mess. Do we just put our heads down and get things tended - if you said yes - you are not a frequent enough reader. Please do take notes... Of course we don't just get things done, I chuck this under the category of sh-t happens and you do what you have to do. Not Bubba this is the perfect time to 1) blame me for whatever and 2) go on and on and on and on about it until it becomes white noise sounding much like the Charlie Brown teacher and 3) also makes other parts of my brain shut down as a Bubba saving device -- so that I'm not standing outside my house trying to explain to the nice police officer how my husband accidentally ended up with a several ball gowns wrapped around his neck and the arms of said gowns then wrapped around a spinning ceiling fan - in 40 degree weather - and make it sound convincing.
So with the on going argument I move dresses from broken closet to empty closet in other room and he's yelling at me and I'm ignoring him - again see brain shut down and I put ALL the dresses in the other closet and (wait for it) yes I break that one too...I know. That one was on me and I readily if reluctantly admit it however in my defense my husband is a butthead and had he not been harping on me like a jilted wife about something completely outside my control I would have stopped and thought about things and not crapped a second closet shelf.
Needless to say this did NOT result in much happiness or rejoicing in said household and then I moved these dresses again to the bed I stopped talking to Bubba less words come out like limp, ER and bruises he'd have to explain to co-workers came out with actions to follow shortly. But I digress.
We get that tended - oh yes the wailing and gnashing of teeth continued until I looked at him and said, Why are you mad? Yes I get the second closet but I don't get the mad about the first it happened you fix it and you freaking move on. Its called home ownership. Of course that then gets me, "You wanted this house" to which from now on I should reply, "yes and I wanted the back yard in which to bury the body, because I don't have the "it was an accident" speech down yet to sound convincing to law enforcement - the giggles always get me trouble. :-D
So we get that tended I bury my nose in a book and we move on with our evening.
Today - ah today was a bit better. First I got to sleep in until 7:30 - I cannot believe I just wrote that bit of something... dogs up, out, fed, then go to Vet for Violet's latest round of blood work. Thankfully for this visit I don't have to sell a pint of mine first, hopefully this one will come back better than the last round, we'll know something Monday. For now she's on antibiotics and doing well.
Got that done came home, hungry, Bubba is dealing with closets, OK fine I clean the kitchen I've got friends coming by, I was supposed to host a Ladies Group thing but they changed it last minute and it was at the lodge - had they changed it sooner I'd have been at the beach with my friend Cindy... but alas. ANY way got that done, and now I have to start to nag - let's go need to eat... etc. Of course he gets pissy and mumbled something about my needing to eat all the time.... I have no energy left to comment on THAT ongoing bit of butt-head-ed-ness. I'm seriously considering a note from my doctor - possibly notarized so he doesn't think I printed it - stated that yes, your wife needs to eat more than twice a day with 12 hours in between.... dorkus. So we get through that go out, enjoy a large breakfast as we know it's going to be a long afternoon, me shopping, him shooting.
Friends arrive, great day spent a great deal of money (hee hee hee) and even won a door prize!! We went out to dinner, unfortunately it's homecoming which apparently means dinner out for every kid in this high school and the hour long wait at restaurant one was so not happening, thankfully in restaurant two they made room for us, we had a great waiter and a great meal with great people. Now the I won't mention the NOISE LEVEL with this crowd of teenagers and apparently there is some rule with the girls' dresses that anything lower than barely covering your fanny and you're in 'grandma' territory. Plus these little darlings are wearing 4 inch heels they can barely walk in! Watching these girls balance and try to walk was tragic and I can't imagine those shoes will be on their feet very long.
I will tell you for you John Hughes movie fans (80's teenager flicks for those of you no in the know) at least for the boys - the 80's are making a come back - and boys and girls... seeing THAT walk by really puts the years on you... just thinking about it makes we want to break out the wine and the yearbook... well maybe not the yearbook.
So now I'm home, full, tired and ready to snuggle in after all my neighbor is having another shopping party tomorrow... the sonic boom you'll hear in about 3 weeks is Bubba getting the credit card bill from this weekend. BWAAA HA HA HA HA Ahem.
Happy Weekend.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Did you know???
Did you know that 5:00 also occurs in the AM? What sick freak thought of this mess? And why oh heavens why do I have to know this? Because in a fit of - self improvement or some other brain fart of stupidity I've decided to commute in with a fellow who leaves -- leaves for work at 6AM!!! O_M and G.
Now this morning since I've got to travel hither and tither we aren't commuting yet - we start tomorrow but I figure why give my brain the chance to be well rested let's just start the stupidity today. Needless to say snooze was hit a few times...
I also left early yesterday morning and apparently MY pup wasn't pleased with the change in schedule and left a present for Bubba - to say he was not pleased would, indeed, be an understatement. Of course when I got home I got to wash dog blankets... oh joy oh bliss could I? It was nice however, to enjoy several hours with the pups sans Bubba and his hyper-sensitive remote control finger... However there is still that 4:30 AM wake up call and the dressing in the dark... I foresee that not being a happy thing should I not pay attention .. like I do now (insert loud laughter here)
Tomorrow is the first shared ride day, and Friday is the other, but I will indeed get up early Thursday in between because i have to leave early anyway, and so it goes. I can see this new schedule leading to some family happiness as we will now see each other for a few hours each night before I fall dead asleep so less time for stupidity and arguments. Frankly I will be too tired to care and he'll win or give up by default.
Work today has been crazy.. as I got here at 6:35 AM yes boys and girls A-freaking-M I had 2 hours to help my boss with his presentation then go the presentation, sit for 2 plus hours, only to have him SKIP OVER half of my slides, and only present 3 of the 6 we made.... kid you not. Meeting ran long (and long winded) and the folks needed the room and so we got 3 slides for 1 minute and me wondering why I was there and why we wasted 2 days and meetings making sure we had JUST the right words to convey this oh so important information. AND while I'm talking about this meeting - and I'm sure somewhere this guy is in every group function where a Senior person resides.... there ONE LONE DORK who must put in his two cents for EVERY topic discussed and in a low, slow methodical 3 minute nonsensical dissertation about what-the-heck-ever while the rest of us sit there plotting ways to murder the man in the back parking lot without getting anything on our shoes!
Or maybe that's just me.
Ahem. OK then. Well in other news, things are quiet on the home front, Violet is due back in for blood work late this week, of course Bubba is cranky about that... Shelby is fine. They are adjusting to the new schedule let's see what next week brings.
All right-y then I'm off to go do something constructive with this day... stay tuned and see what waking up and functioning in the middle of the night does for my poor dark and twisty brain cells... and I would buy stock in coffee - just saying.
Now this morning since I've got to travel hither and tither we aren't commuting yet - we start tomorrow but I figure why give my brain the chance to be well rested let's just start the stupidity today. Needless to say snooze was hit a few times...
I also left early yesterday morning and apparently MY pup wasn't pleased with the change in schedule and left a present for Bubba - to say he was not pleased would, indeed, be an understatement. Of course when I got home I got to wash dog blankets... oh joy oh bliss could I? It was nice however, to enjoy several hours with the pups sans Bubba and his hyper-sensitive remote control finger... However there is still that 4:30 AM wake up call and the dressing in the dark... I foresee that not being a happy thing should I not pay attention .. like I do now (insert loud laughter here)
Tomorrow is the first shared ride day, and Friday is the other, but I will indeed get up early Thursday in between because i have to leave early anyway, and so it goes. I can see this new schedule leading to some family happiness as we will now see each other for a few hours each night before I fall dead asleep so less time for stupidity and arguments. Frankly I will be too tired to care and he'll win or give up by default.
Work today has been crazy.. as I got here at 6:35 AM yes boys and girls A-freaking-M I had 2 hours to help my boss with his presentation then go the presentation, sit for 2 plus hours, only to have him SKIP OVER half of my slides, and only present 3 of the 6 we made.... kid you not. Meeting ran long (and long winded) and the folks needed the room and so we got 3 slides for 1 minute and me wondering why I was there and why we wasted 2 days and meetings making sure we had JUST the right words to convey this oh so important information. AND while I'm talking about this meeting - and I'm sure somewhere this guy is in every group function where a Senior person resides.... there ONE LONE DORK who must put in his two cents for EVERY topic discussed and in a low, slow methodical 3 minute nonsensical dissertation about what-the-heck-ever while the rest of us sit there plotting ways to murder the man in the back parking lot without getting anything on our shoes!
Or maybe that's just me.
Ahem. OK then. Well in other news, things are quiet on the home front, Violet is due back in for blood work late this week, of course Bubba is cranky about that... Shelby is fine. They are adjusting to the new schedule let's see what next week brings.
All right-y then I'm off to go do something constructive with this day... stay tuned and see what waking up and functioning in the middle of the night does for my poor dark and twisty brain cells... and I would buy stock in coffee - just saying.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Good Grief Charlie Brown...
A whole week plus and I haven't posted - shame on me... and my lack of time to think and type at the same time. This past week at work as been BUSY! and that boys and girls is good and bad, good as it makes the days go by quicker and bad because I don't have time to document the Bubba sightings and other foolishments.
It rained last weekend and the entire week before hand and I did begin to believe that my car should come equipped with boat like features and that the animals lining up in the neighborhood might have a better clue than me... but then God must have looked in the bottom of the ark and said fuggetaboutit... (because as we all know God sounds like Tony Soprano) So as the song goes, out came the sun and dried up all (most of) the rain and we all went back to believing that the end of the world wasn't near.... take it down to defcon 2 people relax... and breathe.. and ahhhh
Bubba as well has been working a lot - which means the pups have suffered although I do believe this past weekend has made up for a bit of that. We'll get to all that in a minute. While the work stuff has been busy my pup Violet has also added to the mix, she was due for regular boat payment to the vet so in we went, all was good, except - yes her teeth... and the new lump on the side of her head. The Vet and I figured it was similar to the lumps she's got every where else.. old age. But he took a quick sample and found.. not good stuff. We don't think the big C but bacterial in nature he wants it to come off - OK fine, lump, teeth done in one final BIG boat payment. We schedule the surgery I plan my week and away we go... only not so fast pumpkin.... Vet calls Violet is anemic (like her mama) low red cell count, he goes on to tell me a number of possible issues and could "we" bring her back in for blood and all other bodily secretions while we're at it... oh goodie. I get to leave work early again, follow the dog outside, catch her pee, watch her until she poops and take that good stuff in my new car to the vet. They take the blood - I have already scrubbed to my elbows with disinfectant soap and very hot water... not to mention the double plastic bags on the floor of my new car to transport all this... exactly 2 minutes at the vet and $300 later we're heading home...
Comes back Friday it's not the blood parasite he thought it was, she's got something going on in the pee department, stay on the antibiotics and we'll do another expensive blood test next week and see where we are... sure doc - must have been one heck of an upgrade at the country club. But he did call me personally on his day off to tell me about my Violet so... can't complain too much. Plus I have recommended two friends to this vet and they are happy! So there (Bubba) who every time I take the girls in he complains about the cost. Bla bla bla
So in the puppy department right now there is twice daily peanut butter feedings depending upon the time and the dog there may or not be a hidden pill inside. thankfully these two do not care they just eat the peanut butter and move on.
We will note Thursday as a banner day, Aunt Ing stayed later to make up the hours for two early afternoons only to outsmart herself with her "short cut" that resulted in a 2 hour commute home... yes boys and girls you read that right - a two hour tour. I saw my usual and secondary routes were LOADED up so I figured as it has worked before - take the two lane back road and see.... CARS lots and lots of slow moving no where to go cars. By the time I got to the beltway things were moving. Ticked off doesn't even begin to describe the emotions bouncing about the family truckster. I called Bubba who works 15 minutes from home, he's "stuck" so I break down call the neighbors who not only release my hounds but feeds them as well... shall we stop again and say how grateful I am for such good neighbors.... plus I paid back Sunday when their pup came over for an all day visit. Really have to teach that dog football rules... she wanted in and all at all manners of the wrong time.
Bubba worked in the morning so ahhh peace, came home (after calling to tell me to tape the game AND make him lunch) - he got warmed over pizza, then left early to get a massage. Sure pumpkin I'll be home - happy for the peace and quiet and doing your laundry, making sure things are tended, making dinner and cleaning the kitchen... oh and did I mention I baked a cake on Saturday? Lemon with Blueberry filling and blackberries to go with??? Pampered thy name is Bubba...
However - Saturday - AH Saturday was a good day, Bubba went to work, I went shopping - it was happiness all around. I got my nails done, toes and fingers, had the eyebrows trimmed back to a non-bushy state and was generally happy and pampered. Then I went next door to the retail clothing store, messed up one manicured thumb nail and bought 2 new dresses for winter and some other pieces to go with stuff I have. OF COURSE when I got home Bubba and I had to discuss my spending habits and the ability to retire before we're dead and I just smiled and said, the last time I bought clothes was in MAY with new job - those were summer clothes, we need winter clothes. He again mentioned me "growing" out of my clothes - Oh no no no - if you recall the spring purge of the closet EVERYTHING in that closet fits. Granted there are a few pairs of blue jeans that are bit tighter than the rest - but everything in there FITS. Grumble Grumble he went back to mowing the lawn and that was pretty much it for the money discussion. We went out Saturday night for dinner - enjoyed it. Came home and were veggies for the remainder of the evening.
As previously mentioned Bubba went to work, I stayed home so Sunday was a good day. I made a new recipe a chicken and wild rice casserole - he liked it I added mushrooms for him... it's all good. This week I start commuting in with a co-worker who likes to leave for work at 6:00 AM in the morning even. Cripes, however there is a method to my madness that getting home early means I can start exercising and doing things in the afternoon without having to make up hours, making a production and generally having a life. Now Bubba and I will be ships that pass in the night - but we'll see how we do with this. It also gives me time to work on a project I've been doing with fits and starts for a bit now so we'll see if I can keep my eyes open long enough for all this self improvement.
Me up at 4:30 in the AM -- this ain't going to be pretty boys and girls - but after say the first month or so I might get my body adjusted to waking before god and country and most barnyard animals. Maybe.
This week starts happily with a Federal Government Holiday - so little traffic fewer people and general good things and getting your desk clear for another week of heaven knows what.
Well I know part of it might be dealing with co-worker I had a chat with our big customer and he's not sure this guy is working as smartly as he should as things take so long to get done with this guy. He doesnt' work for me - so with a quick note I copied the chat and sent it to his boss... read it again this morning making sure that I didn't say anything against the guy - because he has put in some long hours... however what takes other people 15 minutes to do takes him HOURS... so I really get where the customer is coming from.. the tester thinks I'm a paper pusher and not terribly technical... little does he know - but in this job I'm not the tech geek but I can speak the language pumpkin.
OK so day 1 of early morning gets the phone call from Bubba that "my" dog had to voice her displeasure of my leaving all over the family room... Bubba had to clean up poop. Whoops - and I get to come home and wash blankets - yeah. Its a glam life I lead isn't it?
News from the in-law side of the house - Bubba's sister T is apparently perplexing her parental units with her financial habits.. she's hording her cash while making her hubby pay all the bills. Bubba knows better and I have NO idea why T's husband puts up with this bit of foolishness... but hey according to my hubby I spend our money like ts illegal to have it... right. ANY way we chatted a bit about that, I remembered what Bubba Sr. said about not living with his kids (still dont' have this in writing) and there were jokes made by Bubba about his Grandmother, his mother and other rehashed gossip. He talks about them when he wants and clams up most of the time - probably knowing I pass along the best nuggets. I'm a girl Bubba we talk or explode... deal. Not to mention Italian - we're in every one's business we consider family... or maybe I just like gossip. ;-)
All right you're all caught up - I don't know what the rest of the week will bring but I will do my best to keep everyone up to date... or you may just see a lot of ZZZZZZZZZZZzz across the keyboard with this new schedule. Does Starbucks make an IV drip? Just wondering.
It rained last weekend and the entire week before hand and I did begin to believe that my car should come equipped with boat like features and that the animals lining up in the neighborhood might have a better clue than me... but then God must have looked in the bottom of the ark and said fuggetaboutit... (because as we all know God sounds like Tony Soprano) So as the song goes, out came the sun and dried up all (most of) the rain and we all went back to believing that the end of the world wasn't near.... take it down to defcon 2 people relax... and breathe.. and ahhhh
Bubba as well has been working a lot - which means the pups have suffered although I do believe this past weekend has made up for a bit of that. We'll get to all that in a minute. While the work stuff has been busy my pup Violet has also added to the mix, she was due for regular boat payment to the vet so in we went, all was good, except - yes her teeth... and the new lump on the side of her head. The Vet and I figured it was similar to the lumps she's got every where else.. old age. But he took a quick sample and found.. not good stuff. We don't think the big C but bacterial in nature he wants it to come off - OK fine, lump, teeth done in one final BIG boat payment. We schedule the surgery I plan my week and away we go... only not so fast pumpkin.... Vet calls Violet is anemic (like her mama) low red cell count, he goes on to tell me a number of possible issues and could "we" bring her back in for blood and all other bodily secretions while we're at it... oh goodie. I get to leave work early again, follow the dog outside, catch her pee, watch her until she poops and take that good stuff in my new car to the vet. They take the blood - I have already scrubbed to my elbows with disinfectant soap and very hot water... not to mention the double plastic bags on the floor of my new car to transport all this... exactly 2 minutes at the vet and $300 later we're heading home...
Comes back Friday it's not the blood parasite he thought it was, she's got something going on in the pee department, stay on the antibiotics and we'll do another expensive blood test next week and see where we are... sure doc - must have been one heck of an upgrade at the country club. But he did call me personally on his day off to tell me about my Violet so... can't complain too much. Plus I have recommended two friends to this vet and they are happy! So there (Bubba) who every time I take the girls in he complains about the cost. Bla bla bla
So in the puppy department right now there is twice daily peanut butter feedings depending upon the time and the dog there may or not be a hidden pill inside. thankfully these two do not care they just eat the peanut butter and move on.
We will note Thursday as a banner day, Aunt Ing stayed later to make up the hours for two early afternoons only to outsmart herself with her "short cut" that resulted in a 2 hour commute home... yes boys and girls you read that right - a two hour tour. I saw my usual and secondary routes were LOADED up so I figured as it has worked before - take the two lane back road and see.... CARS lots and lots of slow moving no where to go cars. By the time I got to the beltway things were moving. Ticked off doesn't even begin to describe the emotions bouncing about the family truckster. I called Bubba who works 15 minutes from home, he's "stuck" so I break down call the neighbors who not only release my hounds but feeds them as well... shall we stop again and say how grateful I am for such good neighbors.... plus I paid back Sunday when their pup came over for an all day visit. Really have to teach that dog football rules... she wanted in and all at all manners of the wrong time.
Bubba worked in the morning so ahhh peace, came home (after calling to tell me to tape the game AND make him lunch) - he got warmed over pizza, then left early to get a massage. Sure pumpkin I'll be home - happy for the peace and quiet and doing your laundry, making sure things are tended, making dinner and cleaning the kitchen... oh and did I mention I baked a cake on Saturday? Lemon with Blueberry filling and blackberries to go with??? Pampered thy name is Bubba...
However - Saturday - AH Saturday was a good day, Bubba went to work, I went shopping - it was happiness all around. I got my nails done, toes and fingers, had the eyebrows trimmed back to a non-bushy state and was generally happy and pampered. Then I went next door to the retail clothing store, messed up one manicured thumb nail and bought 2 new dresses for winter and some other pieces to go with stuff I have. OF COURSE when I got home Bubba and I had to discuss my spending habits and the ability to retire before we're dead and I just smiled and said, the last time I bought clothes was in MAY with new job - those were summer clothes, we need winter clothes. He again mentioned me "growing" out of my clothes - Oh no no no - if you recall the spring purge of the closet EVERYTHING in that closet fits. Granted there are a few pairs of blue jeans that are bit tighter than the rest - but everything in there FITS. Grumble Grumble he went back to mowing the lawn and that was pretty much it for the money discussion. We went out Saturday night for dinner - enjoyed it. Came home and were veggies for the remainder of the evening.
As previously mentioned Bubba went to work, I stayed home so Sunday was a good day. I made a new recipe a chicken and wild rice casserole - he liked it I added mushrooms for him... it's all good. This week I start commuting in with a co-worker who likes to leave for work at 6:00 AM in the morning even. Cripes, however there is a method to my madness that getting home early means I can start exercising and doing things in the afternoon without having to make up hours, making a production and generally having a life. Now Bubba and I will be ships that pass in the night - but we'll see how we do with this. It also gives me time to work on a project I've been doing with fits and starts for a bit now so we'll see if I can keep my eyes open long enough for all this self improvement.
Me up at 4:30 in the AM -- this ain't going to be pretty boys and girls - but after say the first month or so I might get my body adjusted to waking before god and country and most barnyard animals. Maybe.
This week starts happily with a Federal Government Holiday - so little traffic fewer people and general good things and getting your desk clear for another week of heaven knows what.
Well I know part of it might be dealing with co-worker I had a chat with our big customer and he's not sure this guy is working as smartly as he should as things take so long to get done with this guy. He doesnt' work for me - so with a quick note I copied the chat and sent it to his boss... read it again this morning making sure that I didn't say anything against the guy - because he has put in some long hours... however what takes other people 15 minutes to do takes him HOURS... so I really get where the customer is coming from.. the tester thinks I'm a paper pusher and not terribly technical... little does he know - but in this job I'm not the tech geek but I can speak the language pumpkin.
OK so day 1 of early morning gets the phone call from Bubba that "my" dog had to voice her displeasure of my leaving all over the family room... Bubba had to clean up poop. Whoops - and I get to come home and wash blankets - yeah. Its a glam life I lead isn't it?
News from the in-law side of the house - Bubba's sister T is apparently perplexing her parental units with her financial habits.. she's hording her cash while making her hubby pay all the bills. Bubba knows better and I have NO idea why T's husband puts up with this bit of foolishness... but hey according to my hubby I spend our money like ts illegal to have it... right. ANY way we chatted a bit about that, I remembered what Bubba Sr. said about not living with his kids (still dont' have this in writing) and there were jokes made by Bubba about his Grandmother, his mother and other rehashed gossip. He talks about them when he wants and clams up most of the time - probably knowing I pass along the best nuggets. I'm a girl Bubba we talk or explode... deal. Not to mention Italian - we're in every one's business we consider family... or maybe I just like gossip. ;-)
All right you're all caught up - I don't know what the rest of the week will bring but I will do my best to keep everyone up to date... or you may just see a lot of ZZZZZZZZZZZzz across the keyboard with this new schedule. Does Starbucks make an IV drip? Just wondering.
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