We are finally on to Saturday or what I am sure my mother called - "The Invasion". My brother, his wife, and their two girls, my sister and her daughter, my two dogs, Bubba, Dad and Mom. We left the Partridge in a Pear Tree outside - we ran out of living room.
Sis and Niece M are already here, Brother and the remainder of the invading force arrived in time for lunch - Nana's turkey leftovers... my one and only turkey sandwich of the season of overdoing it. It's all good. So after that first feeding the troops are calm and happy... we have games being played on the computer, game systems, and my brother reliving his childhood, with his Lego's... which my mother pointed out later that he doesn't take to his house - doesn't trust his two little darlings to tend to his toys. The boy - as they say - ain't stupid. Of course yours truly is chained to the computer with one niece or another, fixing right mouse clicks from little fingers or finding the game or the right child approved web site - and general tech support - I broke open a book because frankly after the first two times seeing Dora, Diego and what every Puff -Lump-Doodle thing dance across a screen after the letter, number, ball or whatever it is starts to lose it's appeal if you're over the age of say - 5. Trust me.
We enjoy that afternoon, chat chat, play play then.... once again it is time to eat. This time it is the annual chicken wings and beer fiesta de Ing-family. I will say as we have gotten older, the dozens have decreased, the beer has also taken a slide down, and the noise level has increased. But I think we're blaming the kids on that one... yeah let's go with that. I enjoyed watching my niece M turn everything her mother said into a lie, "she won't eat a hamburger" and then she proceeded to eat half of her cousin's "she doesn't like french fries" and proceeded to enjoy one after the other. Likewise Niece Z ate one chicken wing she claimed she didn't like and completely ignored the hamburger that was ordered for her... ah well. Aren't kids fun?
Now I will say the true bonus of the night was brought to you by my sister and my brother. First we all pile into Pap's new car - and I won't waste the electrons documenting just HOW pleased Nana is with this purchase (second new car in 2 years... don't ask) ANY way... this 'truck' happily seats 5 adults and 1 four year old. Just down the street from Nana and Pap's my sister quips, "I really like your new mini van Pap." To which all females bit their lips, and Pap hits the breaks and affectionately tells my sister to "get out". Since she (and we laughed) we kept going. Fast forward to 3.2 miles down the road (and yes I was keeping track why do you ask?) we are at the stop light (1 of 2 on our journey to Chicken Wing Land) and the nano-second the light turns green the mini van behind our mini van lays on the horn... of course it is my brother but my darling father did not realize this and muttered "what was that - a micro second?" It was then we informed dear pap of the driver behind him... (his son).
When repeating this story during the fried-food-fest and my father's comment my brother laughed so hard I honestly thought he was going to fall out of his chair... or at least have beer squirt out his nose... hard to tell which would be more fun--- but that's just me!
We get home from fried-food-fest and to give the grease ample time to harden every internal organ we have we sit, talk, the girls play LOUDLY. The dogs are watching the small ones with one eye open and other eye closed in a desperate attempt to look like they are sleeping. My girls are getting old - they can't take all this excitement.
Sadly, brother and crew must pack up and head home, so hugs and kisses all around, and the noise level drops from jet engine to dinner conversation. Niece M settles in with Mom and a movie, Bubba with a hockey game and we all sit and begin to 1) pound the tums like tic-tacks and 2) feel another organ start to seize up with deep fried goodness and 3) begin to watch the inside of our eyelids - checking for pin holes don't you know...
My darling Bubba points out to my sister that Niece M watches movies like her Aunt (me) i.e. sound asleep, Sis and M head up stairs, soon followed by Nana, Pap, and the entire 'Ing' crew... I know I am faced with the dreaded up to freaking early - but I don't want to sit in Home-from-Thanksgiving traffic any more than Bubba so I pack up my stuff Saturday night. What I didn't plan for was the 4:30 AM wake up call by Violet's -- well let's call it digestive distress... Nana got happy with the turkey parts in the puppy food and the old gal's delicate system just couldn't take it... so up and moving in BIG old hurry, get dog outside, to which she peppered the back yard with either more 'distress' or 'air-distress' (aka farts) we clean up dog bed, carpets spots in our room and the hall way and finally we decide - screw it we're up; we're moving let's pack it up and head South.
We did - needless to state it was us, the chickens, 3 trucks and a PA state police car every 3 miles. It kept the flying altitude a lower than usual... We decided to stop for coffee and a sandwich... BIG mistake. The "employee" which frankly is the nicest thing I say about the man who took the better part of 40 minutes to slap eggs, bacon and cheese on a bagel, twice. And this is one of those fast-foodie type places called Sheetz... wouldn't have been as bad - but after that wait... my sandwich was ICE COLD. I did rehot my coffee on them... Also needless to mention the actions of said dufus - I mean employee - was all my fault in the world of Bubba. How my decision to want a cup of coffee and the need for my car to have gas equates to Senor Tard-o's inability to make a "quick" breakfast sandwich in a "quick serv" food establishment being ALL my fault I have yet to figure out. But going with the twisted upside down logic of the Bubba family I'm sure having understaffed and untrained employees is certainly my fault. And didn't I email the company when I got home... again a wait - well stuff happens - ICE COLD well dag nabbit that was just rude on top of it.
ANY-way we made it home, one piece, got the pups tended, Bubba mowed the lawn I putzed, blogged, went to the grocery store, and a number of other errands.. didn't get my car washed through. Came home made chili for dinner, went next door, sang happy birthday, had cake, came home watched the Steelers toy with winning (and finally decided to actually DO it) and went to bed about halftime... 4:30 in the AM is super early boys and girls trust me on this one.
Monday was a work day... and we'll get to this week's foolishness later.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
Whew--- Part II
So where were we?
Ah yes the in-laws where everyone else ate somewhere else but me and Bubba, and his parents. Bodes well for this meal doesn't it? Actually I will say my sister-in-law's turkey was better than my mother-in-law's turkey; and frankly the rest of the meal wasn't bad either, not a green veggie to be found but hey - its Thanksgiving ya gotta power load for all that shopping the next day. Or if you are like me sit and veg and wonder if you're the stuffed turkey this year... I digress.
I noted an interesting and somewhat sad thing on Thursday, and I was, I guess, a bit guilty of it myself, the little kids, Jr and Ad got all the attention while poor J had a pout-y face all day. Of course the face was because the grown ups were watching football and eating dinner while J was full (from earlier visit to other grandma), bored and wanted to play video games - on the big TV. Well, no, son, and ain't lift tough. Of course this did not deter him from taking his wooden gun and shooting all the football players on the screen. Oh yeah - that's healthy behavior. Now I did offer to play a game with him, or be on the computer or anything because I did notice he was basically left to his own devices - and I felt bad. But again I was reminded they are not my children so stuff the pie-hole with more pie. A fattening if not effective way to prevent any filter to mouth slip ups...
I left the departure time entirely up to Bubba, I was not going to be the bad guy in this little play. And I wasn't - I was the idiot wife telling her husband how to drive in Western PA - he learned in California - which is wrong on a number of levels most importantly how to drive on hilly, twisty two lanes roads - oh and when NOT to stop - like at the top of a major hill WHEN YOU DON'T HAVE A STOP SIGN. But the other 3 directions do... yes boys and girls, I almost had a new ass-end of my new car because Bubba wanted to stop at a four way - in which only 3 had stop signs... and we weren't any of the three - and I am sure the 'gentleman' behind us had a few choice football words for the idiot with the MD license plates who tried to stop when there was no need.... and breathe...
Home, actually beat the parental units home - color me surprise with Pap feeling less than his best. No biggie let the pups out, run about, dinner fed, into sweatpants and ahhhhh peace.
Friday - up and moving, got he Christmas wreath for Bubba's grandfather's grave, and in a fit 'I am the good son he got flowers for his Great Grandmother's grave as well. Away we went back to the in-laws to ensure all had the proper amount of family time given the no-dog constraints on their visits... (not that I'm cranky about that at ALL - not me!) We take of things, discuss our eternal resting place, as his mother (shock and surprise) has changed her mind. Groovy. Problem is we want out too... only we have to sell our plots ourselves... lord love a duck... plus there is the already purchased head stone - so Bubba is unwilling to part with already spent money. I'll nag him in 6 months to go where we want to... and frankly that is ENOUGH talk about this topic. Oh sure it's all funny we discussing nursing homes and my sister's list of them, from the "I love my parents" place to "what-it's -name - yeah feed them whatever.." location.
I do appreciate both sets of parental units stating they do not want to live with their children,especially my mother-in-law who does not want to live with her daughter. Can I get that in writing please?
Again--- enough on that. We arrive at the condo-de-in-laws to find no Granny but plus Eldest boy J. OK... from the habits, observations, and conversations of Friday, this happening was not unusual (the boy addition not the Granny subtraction). Now 'splain this to me - you have a 6 month old, a 1.5 year old and a 7 year old... and you leave the 7 year old with the (great) grand parents to go shopping on 'Black Friday'?? Huh? I would think rather than cart little ones around who will poop out early you'd take the big kid or dump all three to get your 'santa' shopping done without the darlings. But no in the backwards, upside down logic that permeates my in-laws thought process, she dumps the 7 year old and hauls the two little ones around. Now a more cynical or some would say bitchy commentary would be she's got two little ones who don't talk back yet and are still cute and by the baby -daddy she is now married to... and Senior boy J is wild, demanding and needs a VERY firm hand - which according to my limited observations with Mum and "Baby Daddy M" he ain't getting. Bubba is right in a blink of an eye this kid is going to be a juvenile delinquent - about the time Bubba's parents start to need more assistance. I will be in a corner with my nose buried in a book or kindle like device. No dear - this is your family as you have so vividly pointed out to me on numerous occasions - it is simply not my place to tend to this... it's all you pumpkin. I fully intend to have that stitched on a pillow - or maybe just engraved on a gold flash card. :-)
And I've wandered again haven't I? So... in-laws groovy never complain about time with the little ones, and when you get J engaged one-on-one he's smart and quick. This trip though he wanted to play with his Legos and the rest of us watched a movie on the TV. Of course this was after we went to lunch, and of course A and D and the two little ones met us, it was nice, enjoyed, again I spent time with J, we did his kid menu puzzles and fun - but he sure doesn't sit still for long. Frankly he's bored and you need to have stuff along to keep him busy. If he's engaged and kept busy he doesn't feel the need to dance about and make everything else just a challenge. No one sees that - and as my husband as told me - it's not my place to say. So I say it here - in my happy place.
We do lunch, we head to the Wal-Mart very post Black Friday "excitement" get gifts for the two names we pulled out of the grab bag.. and head home.
Let me take a minute and detail this bit of fun! My husband's family decided to pull names so everyone only had to buy one present - great works for me! What struck me as odd was, 1) everyone wanted to share who they got, and of course Bubba professional keeper of state secrets told no one and 2) his parents were included in this little get together as was mum-in-law's sister and her husband. (long involved story there and I still don't know all the parts!) Ok fine, family is family and of course I put the damn whammy on myself and got Niece D's boyfriend. -- just shoot me. so I ask, point blank, what do I get this guy - I don't know him from Adam and would indeed be hard pressed to pick him in a line up that included Niece A's new hubby... it's a Western PA look...
ANY way - we get that done and on the way home I asked my husband if your parents were included in the grab bag why did your mother call with gift idea for your father? Which he has since purchased? There was no answer and the addition quip of "I don't try to understand my mother's thought process".
I know why... not that I told Bubba - it's because "we have more money than God" - and it's the only reason his side of the family are nice to us... and probably my side too... :-D
We ended the evening with hot dogs, Bubba found a spot that has reproduced the chili sauce he loves from the now defunct place in Butler, PA. Of course because my darling husband takes such care, he got all the dogs with onions - and I don't like onions on my dogs nor do I want to eat them because I will eat them ALL NIGHT LONG... so I pick off the onions and with it most of the chili sauce, grumble at my hubby about not paying attention... and move on with my day. It still amazes me the woman has the most unreal upgraded kitchen on planet earth and she DOESN'T COOK! Bubba's Dad goes out for COFFEE! Well that could be for the 15 minutes of peace and quiet a day he gets so we won't judge too much there...
It was a nice visit but like I said we didn't get much gossip in, we watched a movie and had lots of company. I did one little busy body thing and ask how Bubba's sister and her husband were getting along... apparently it depends upon who you ask. Ask Sister of Bubba and get things are just fine, ask her husband - about 180 degree different answer. Bummer because I like her husband...
Next post - Saturday of the family I get and all the noise that comes with them....
Fixed all the crappy grammar errors - sorry about that gang.
Ah yes the in-laws where everyone else ate somewhere else but me and Bubba, and his parents. Bodes well for this meal doesn't it? Actually I will say my sister-in-law's turkey was better than my mother-in-law's turkey; and frankly the rest of the meal wasn't bad either, not a green veggie to be found but hey - its Thanksgiving ya gotta power load for all that shopping the next day. Or if you are like me sit and veg and wonder if you're the stuffed turkey this year... I digress.
I noted an interesting and somewhat sad thing on Thursday, and I was, I guess, a bit guilty of it myself, the little kids, Jr and Ad got all the attention while poor J had a pout-y face all day. Of course the face was because the grown ups were watching football and eating dinner while J was full (from earlier visit to other grandma), bored and wanted to play video games - on the big TV. Well, no, son, and ain't lift tough. Of course this did not deter him from taking his wooden gun and shooting all the football players on the screen. Oh yeah - that's healthy behavior. Now I did offer to play a game with him, or be on the computer or anything because I did notice he was basically left to his own devices - and I felt bad. But again I was reminded they are not my children so stuff the pie-hole with more pie. A fattening if not effective way to prevent any filter to mouth slip ups...
I left the departure time entirely up to Bubba, I was not going to be the bad guy in this little play. And I wasn't - I was the idiot wife telling her husband how to drive in Western PA - he learned in California - which is wrong on a number of levels most importantly how to drive on hilly, twisty two lanes roads - oh and when NOT to stop - like at the top of a major hill WHEN YOU DON'T HAVE A STOP SIGN. But the other 3 directions do... yes boys and girls, I almost had a new ass-end of my new car because Bubba wanted to stop at a four way - in which only 3 had stop signs... and we weren't any of the three - and I am sure the 'gentleman' behind us had a few choice football words for the idiot with the MD license plates who tried to stop when there was no need.... and breathe...
Home, actually beat the parental units home - color me surprise with Pap feeling less than his best. No biggie let the pups out, run about, dinner fed, into sweatpants and ahhhhh peace.
Friday - up and moving, got he Christmas wreath for Bubba's grandfather's grave, and in a fit 'I am the good son he got flowers for his Great Grandmother's grave as well. Away we went back to the in-laws to ensure all had the proper amount of family time given the no-dog constraints on their visits... (not that I'm cranky about that at ALL - not me!) We take of things, discuss our eternal resting place, as his mother (shock and surprise) has changed her mind. Groovy. Problem is we want out too... only we have to sell our plots ourselves... lord love a duck... plus there is the already purchased head stone - so Bubba is unwilling to part with already spent money. I'll nag him in 6 months to go where we want to... and frankly that is ENOUGH talk about this topic. Oh sure it's all funny we discussing nursing homes and my sister's list of them, from the "I love my parents" place to "what-it's -name - yeah feed them whatever.." location.
I do appreciate both sets of parental units stating they do not want to live with their children,especially my mother-in-law who does not want to live with her daughter. Can I get that in writing please?
Again--- enough on that. We arrive at the condo-de-in-laws to find no Granny but plus Eldest boy J. OK... from the habits, observations, and conversations of Friday, this happening was not unusual (the boy addition not the Granny subtraction). Now 'splain this to me - you have a 6 month old, a 1.5 year old and a 7 year old... and you leave the 7 year old with the (great) grand parents to go shopping on 'Black Friday'?? Huh? I would think rather than cart little ones around who will poop out early you'd take the big kid or dump all three to get your 'santa' shopping done without the darlings. But no in the backwards, upside down logic that permeates my in-laws thought process, she dumps the 7 year old and hauls the two little ones around. Now a more cynical or some would say bitchy commentary would be she's got two little ones who don't talk back yet and are still cute and by the baby -daddy she is now married to... and Senior boy J is wild, demanding and needs a VERY firm hand - which according to my limited observations with Mum and "Baby Daddy M" he ain't getting. Bubba is right in a blink of an eye this kid is going to be a juvenile delinquent - about the time Bubba's parents start to need more assistance. I will be in a corner with my nose buried in a book or kindle like device. No dear - this is your family as you have so vividly pointed out to me on numerous occasions - it is simply not my place to tend to this... it's all you pumpkin. I fully intend to have that stitched on a pillow - or maybe just engraved on a gold flash card. :-)
And I've wandered again haven't I? So... in-laws groovy never complain about time with the little ones, and when you get J engaged one-on-one he's smart and quick. This trip though he wanted to play with his Legos and the rest of us watched a movie on the TV. Of course this was after we went to lunch, and of course A and D and the two little ones met us, it was nice, enjoyed, again I spent time with J, we did his kid menu puzzles and fun - but he sure doesn't sit still for long. Frankly he's bored and you need to have stuff along to keep him busy. If he's engaged and kept busy he doesn't feel the need to dance about and make everything else just a challenge. No one sees that - and as my husband as told me - it's not my place to say. So I say it here - in my happy place.
We do lunch, we head to the Wal-Mart very post Black Friday "excitement" get gifts for the two names we pulled out of the grab bag.. and head home.
Let me take a minute and detail this bit of fun! My husband's family decided to pull names so everyone only had to buy one present - great works for me! What struck me as odd was, 1) everyone wanted to share who they got, and of course Bubba professional keeper of state secrets told no one and 2) his parents were included in this little get together as was mum-in-law's sister and her husband. (long involved story there and I still don't know all the parts!) Ok fine, family is family and of course I put the damn whammy on myself and got Niece D's boyfriend. -- just shoot me. so I ask, point blank, what do I get this guy - I don't know him from Adam and would indeed be hard pressed to pick him in a line up that included Niece A's new hubby... it's a Western PA look...
ANY way - we get that done and on the way home I asked my husband if your parents were included in the grab bag why did your mother call with gift idea for your father? Which he has since purchased? There was no answer and the addition quip of "I don't try to understand my mother's thought process".
I know why... not that I told Bubba - it's because "we have more money than God" - and it's the only reason his side of the family are nice to us... and probably my side too... :-D
We ended the evening with hot dogs, Bubba found a spot that has reproduced the chili sauce he loves from the now defunct place in Butler, PA. Of course because my darling husband takes such care, he got all the dogs with onions - and I don't like onions on my dogs nor do I want to eat them because I will eat them ALL NIGHT LONG... so I pick off the onions and with it most of the chili sauce, grumble at my hubby about not paying attention... and move on with my day. It still amazes me the woman has the most unreal upgraded kitchen on planet earth and she DOESN'T COOK! Bubba's Dad goes out for COFFEE! Well that could be for the 15 minutes of peace and quiet a day he gets so we won't judge too much there...
It was a nice visit but like I said we didn't get much gossip in, we watched a movie and had lots of company. I did one little busy body thing and ask how Bubba's sister and her husband were getting along... apparently it depends upon who you ask. Ask Sister of Bubba and get things are just fine, ask her husband - about 180 degree different answer. Bummer because I like her husband...
Next post - Saturday of the family I get and all the noise that comes with them....
Fixed all the crappy grammar errors - sorry about that gang.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Whew - what a trip...
Let me see if we can sum up the weekend....leaving, fight, home, grumbling, fun, food, travel, food, food, fun, food, sick pup at 0430, bigger grumble on way home, and home again. So there you go.
Oh yeah and some shopping. How was your weekend? :-)
Yeah yeah, details - details...
So firing up the way back machine, mainly because I really didn't take or make the time to post while we were home, let's start with Tuesday. Up and moving, our finance guy was due we chatted, had bagels and discovered that yes- in spite of all best efforts I will be working until I am 80. And Bubba will think I still spend too much money... until the day I die - or I kill him which ever comes first. (and side betting is not encouraged! - why add gas to an already burning fire - really people) after that we got things moving I made a nail appointment, as I wasn't going home with a missing pinkie nail, and polish that had seen better days... so I stupidly told Bubba I'd be back in a hour, it was 1:40 with dry time, trip to the pharmacy to pick up my drugs, then a pop by the lodge because Mr. Efficient who had been there that afternoon, forgot to pick up the key he left for the Bug guy while he was there... fine I dropped off clean towels and moved about my day. According to my calculations I was still ahead of schedule... and we were until Mr. Movement has to have one before we leave - like every time we have to get on an airplane...then he looks at the bills - which I admittedly had not, he has a Major Crankypants fit, so instead of grabbing the bills and doing them from Nana's - after all a computer is a computer, I had to boot up mine, do the bills, double and triple check myself because Major Crankypants was ranting and raving and interrupting and aren't I glad I did?? As I did miss one thing and screwed up a bit of math... but that is all MY fault as his shouting numbers and insults and all the rest... ANYway - we got that done and headed North - in the rain and the yuck and now of course it was early rush hour... like 2:45 and things were already backed up of course our hero Major Crankypants had to have another full on fit as this was all my fault.. - the logic would have been to leave and do bills post arrival there by putting you 30 minutes ahead of this mess... but no heaven forbid parental units have a clue you earn a paycheck... whatever. Other than fog, rain and yuck it was an uneventful trip to Nana's. And of course she had dinner ready... gotta love Nana's!
Wednesday we basically decompressed, Pap headed out to to his thing, we putzed until Pap came home then we went to Sam's Club and Wal-mart, right next to each other but frankly it wasn't as nuts as I thought it was going to be... so bonus. Bubba got his father the printer he wanted... after much debate, hem, haw, haw, hem, we finally go to check out rings up the wrong price, rather than suck up a line at the mart - we cancelled when back to electronics and of course had to wait again but this time we had the shelf tag! Finally after getting through all that tap dance, Bubba and Nana went back to Sams got my Kindle - but then discovered later that night it wasn't the one I wanted, so poor Nana on Black Friday had to face Sam's again to return it... thankfully she didn't say much about it... I may hear about it later...
OH!!! Speaking of later... how could I have missed the big news of Tuesday night?! I walk into Nana's house, thankfully Major Crankypants had a field demotion to just grumpy Bubba so we're groovy walk into my mother's house and get - "Why do you have an attitude about your Uncle?" Now as any mostly normal person would do you stop and look at the expression on your parents' faces as there could be a joke you're missing and for 3 seconds they looked dead serious. But then it registered it was my Uncle, my mother's brother who lives in Florida and frankly on a good day - he would be hard pressed to pick me out of a line up. Finally (again 3 whole seconds) my father's face cracks... WTH? Apparently my uncle called my mother, asked her what my issue with him was, as at my grandfather (his father's) funeral 11 YEARS ago I pushed him on a shoulder. Knowing me and him, perhaps I was hoping he wasn't steady on his feet and I was hoping he would have tumbled in with him? Frankly that would have been more at his mother's funeral years early than his father's. Also keep in mind that he was at my mother's house for Christmas last year... we gave gifts exchanged pleasantries - I'm pleasant! I smiled at the son-of-a-bitch at the Piggly Wiggly before I could help myself! (Quoting Steel Magnolia's again - more on that later)
So yes, there I stood in my mother's house racking my brain to figure out what the heck any of these people were speaking about... my Uncle who took a break from examining the belly lint accumulation of the week, remembered back 11 years ago Savannah, Georgia I poked him in the back at his father's funeral. Let that sink in, I'll wait. Yes, he called my mother to ask what was wrong with me because I poked him - Son - you obviously don't have enough to keep your mind occupied if you're having to troll the depths for this level of stupid. Crack a book for Pete's sake. Happy Freaking Thanksgiving. I was beginning to worry about my weekend.
Thankfully things did have an upward trend, we went out Wednesday night and enjoyed the Yinzer special known as the 'fish Sandwich'. Now the fun part was trying to convince my husband we were going where he did want to go. There are two local places, one across the river which is owned by a friend of my father's the other up a road a piece. Bubba had them all confused, so finally when he received his fish sandwich and bit in, he proclaimed, yes this is the one. Yes darling - WE knew that all along - you on the other hand must be beaten about the head and shoulders in order to see the neon flashing light before you. Details man, he is my details man.
Thursday - Happy Turkey Day started slow and mellow, Pap was still feeling poopy but we all bundled up and headed out. Nana and Pap to the Brother and 2 grand daughter's show - me and Bubba to Casa-de-Sis-in-law or in Bubba's case Casa- de-Sister.
We arrived just after his parents did, hug, hug kiss, kiss, and Bubba disappears down stairs playing pool with the boys and here I am in the kitchen with the gals - and of course they are talking about people I don't know, in contexts I don't have so I hang out and say little. I also figure this will keep me out of trouble. Also didn't get any good gossip this trip either... not enough alone time with the mum-in-law. Dinner was nice, buffet style from pots and pans, and I got to play with the 6 month old all afternoon. The middle great-niece didn't want anything to do with Bubba and there was more than one mention of "we never see him anymore" that is why she doesn't know him.... and apparently that is my fault too... see post previous regarding date selections, my dogs, their houses, and travel times. Again in an uncharacteristic amount of restraint I said nothing, which would also probably account for the extra 12 pounds I packed on this weekend.... harder to say something without your filter when your pie-hole is stuffed with - well - pie.
All in all a good day, got to play with babies and little kids, see my in-laws in action, and hopefully Bubba enjoyed some family time too. Part II coming up, I've got to run to the store, and get some things done... we still have Friday shopping, interesting observations regarding children, my side of the family craziness and oh yeah the traditional wings and beer night. And did I mention Dad's new mini-van?
Dammit - it's not a mini-van it's a cross over, the seats fold done and it hauls lumber. Yeesh - OK Dad. Whatever. Take some NyQuil and pass out already.
Oh yeah and some shopping. How was your weekend? :-)
Yeah yeah, details - details...
So firing up the way back machine, mainly because I really didn't take or make the time to post while we were home, let's start with Tuesday. Up and moving, our finance guy was due we chatted, had bagels and discovered that yes- in spite of all best efforts I will be working until I am 80. And Bubba will think I still spend too much money... until the day I die - or I kill him which ever comes first. (and side betting is not encouraged! - why add gas to an already burning fire - really people) after that we got things moving I made a nail appointment, as I wasn't going home with a missing pinkie nail, and polish that had seen better days... so I stupidly told Bubba I'd be back in a hour, it was 1:40 with dry time, trip to the pharmacy to pick up my drugs, then a pop by the lodge because Mr. Efficient who had been there that afternoon, forgot to pick up the key he left for the Bug guy while he was there... fine I dropped off clean towels and moved about my day. According to my calculations I was still ahead of schedule... and we were until Mr. Movement has to have one before we leave - like every time we have to get on an airplane...then he looks at the bills - which I admittedly had not, he has a Major Crankypants fit, so instead of grabbing the bills and doing them from Nana's - after all a computer is a computer, I had to boot up mine, do the bills, double and triple check myself because Major Crankypants was ranting and raving and interrupting and aren't I glad I did?? As I did miss one thing and screwed up a bit of math... but that is all MY fault as his shouting numbers and insults and all the rest... ANYway - we got that done and headed North - in the rain and the yuck and now of course it was early rush hour... like 2:45 and things were already backed up of course our hero Major Crankypants had to have another full on fit as this was all my fault.. - the logic would have been to leave and do bills post arrival there by putting you 30 minutes ahead of this mess... but no heaven forbid parental units have a clue you earn a paycheck... whatever. Other than fog, rain and yuck it was an uneventful trip to Nana's. And of course she had dinner ready... gotta love Nana's!
Wednesday we basically decompressed, Pap headed out to to his thing, we putzed until Pap came home then we went to Sam's Club and Wal-mart, right next to each other but frankly it wasn't as nuts as I thought it was going to be... so bonus. Bubba got his father the printer he wanted... after much debate, hem, haw, haw, hem, we finally go to check out rings up the wrong price, rather than suck up a line at the mart - we cancelled when back to electronics and of course had to wait again but this time we had the shelf tag! Finally after getting through all that tap dance, Bubba and Nana went back to Sams got my Kindle - but then discovered later that night it wasn't the one I wanted, so poor Nana on Black Friday had to face Sam's again to return it... thankfully she didn't say much about it... I may hear about it later...
OH!!! Speaking of later... how could I have missed the big news of Tuesday night?! I walk into Nana's house, thankfully Major Crankypants had a field demotion to just grumpy Bubba so we're groovy walk into my mother's house and get - "Why do you have an attitude about your Uncle?" Now as any mostly normal person would do you stop and look at the expression on your parents' faces as there could be a joke you're missing and for 3 seconds they looked dead serious. But then it registered it was my Uncle, my mother's brother who lives in Florida and frankly on a good day - he would be hard pressed to pick me out of a line up. Finally (again 3 whole seconds) my father's face cracks... WTH? Apparently my uncle called my mother, asked her what my issue with him was, as at my grandfather (his father's) funeral 11 YEARS ago I pushed him on a shoulder. Knowing me and him, perhaps I was hoping he wasn't steady on his feet and I was hoping he would have tumbled in with him? Frankly that would have been more at his mother's funeral years early than his father's. Also keep in mind that he was at my mother's house for Christmas last year... we gave gifts exchanged pleasantries - I'm pleasant! I smiled at the son-of-a-bitch at the Piggly Wiggly before I could help myself! (Quoting Steel Magnolia's again - more on that later)
So yes, there I stood in my mother's house racking my brain to figure out what the heck any of these people were speaking about... my Uncle who took a break from examining the belly lint accumulation of the week, remembered back 11 years ago Savannah, Georgia I poked him in the back at his father's funeral. Let that sink in, I'll wait. Yes, he called my mother to ask what was wrong with me because I poked him - Son - you obviously don't have enough to keep your mind occupied if you're having to troll the depths for this level of stupid. Crack a book for Pete's sake. Happy Freaking Thanksgiving. I was beginning to worry about my weekend.
Thankfully things did have an upward trend, we went out Wednesday night and enjoyed the Yinzer special known as the 'fish Sandwich'. Now the fun part was trying to convince my husband we were going where he did want to go. There are two local places, one across the river which is owned by a friend of my father's the other up a road a piece. Bubba had them all confused, so finally when he received his fish sandwich and bit in, he proclaimed, yes this is the one. Yes darling - WE knew that all along - you on the other hand must be beaten about the head and shoulders in order to see the neon flashing light before you. Details man, he is my details man.
Thursday - Happy Turkey Day started slow and mellow, Pap was still feeling poopy but we all bundled up and headed out. Nana and Pap to the Brother and 2 grand daughter's show - me and Bubba to Casa-de-Sis-in-law or in Bubba's case Casa- de-Sister.
We arrived just after his parents did, hug, hug kiss, kiss, and Bubba disappears down stairs playing pool with the boys and here I am in the kitchen with the gals - and of course they are talking about people I don't know, in contexts I don't have so I hang out and say little. I also figure this will keep me out of trouble. Also didn't get any good gossip this trip either... not enough alone time with the mum-in-law. Dinner was nice, buffet style from pots and pans, and I got to play with the 6 month old all afternoon. The middle great-niece didn't want anything to do with Bubba and there was more than one mention of "we never see him anymore" that is why she doesn't know him.... and apparently that is my fault too... see post previous regarding date selections, my dogs, their houses, and travel times. Again in an uncharacteristic amount of restraint I said nothing, which would also probably account for the extra 12 pounds I packed on this weekend.... harder to say something without your filter when your pie-hole is stuffed with - well - pie.
All in all a good day, got to play with babies and little kids, see my in-laws in action, and hopefully Bubba enjoyed some family time too. Part II coming up, I've got to run to the store, and get some things done... we still have Friday shopping, interesting observations regarding children, my side of the family craziness and oh yeah the traditional wings and beer night. And did I mention Dad's new mini-van?
Dammit - it's not a mini-van it's a cross over, the seats fold done and it hauls lumber. Yeesh - OK Dad. Whatever. Take some NyQuil and pass out already.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Survived the weekend...
Well, that implies there were issues - there was not. Bubba was up and out the door early to go with his guy friends to the gun show in VA, Aunt Ing was also up as so were the pups and with every one's new schedule we're up early...
So, up fed, putzed, then putzed too long 2 minutes late for my hair appointment, got my hair done, came home got the turkey in the oven, cleaned up the place bit got some things organized, did some laundry, and basically enjoyed the quiet time... alone... ahhhh
I got a phone call from the Ladies group wanting ME to go to COSTCO the Saturday before thanksgiving for paper supplies... oh sweet Lord shoot me now. Now as I had a turkey in the oven I wasn't about to go off and leave it cooking without adult supervision. Of course when Bubba got home from "boy-time" his reaction was - as we can all predict - was less than happy. Oh let's just say it - Major Crankypants came out to play. And it wasn't much fun. So I leave him with the turkey - or as I chose to think of it - left the roasting turkey with the cranky turkey and prepared to do battle at the Costco.
I got lucky and got a parking place, grabbed a cart, pulled out my list and made my way through the throngs of people found 9/10's of what I needed, then had to stop a nice man and ask him where he got his paper towels... they moved things on me and I was NOT happy about it.
But thanks to Mr. Nice Guy - found paper towels, after fighting my way through moochers alley where the sample ladies were set up in the most narrow space possible!!! Oh plans this? ANY way... made my way through - got the paper towels and prepared to do battle with the check out stand.... all in all not too bad in out and done in less than an hour.. then to the lodge, dump all this stuff off, and then pick up dinner as Major Crankypants didn't want to go out and Aunt Ing didn't want to cook. So Chinese in, dinner enjoyed and me crashed on the couch by 10 PM. It's a sad commentary isn't it?
Sunday was a bit more packed, up and putzing until Bubba yells that Mr. Fiance-guy is coming at 10 -- time he tells me this 9:55. So up running splash, splash, dress dress, wait wait - then I carve the turkey while we're waiting, and I get done and we've got 2 hours before we have to go to dinner... THEN Bubba decides we're going to rake leaves. Now he started to give me the crappy job of putting leaves in a bag, I - well - bitched didn't want to get all icky before dinner - fine I got to rake. So I rake, the front yard, nice neat little piles, he is still in one corner that he raked putting things into a bag.
So help him bag up, I get more done than he does - when I point this out he says with deep sarcasm "yeah I'm slow" - um yes pumpkin you are.... so we bag this project, I wash up again, get myself almost put together and we head off to dinner at 2:00 PM.
Dinner is carb-fest and not all that bad, I am on clean up crew so I want to get that started as soon as possible, so I skip the brown bag auction and head to do dishes. Now as things are 9/10's done people start to leave! There is still pies and such sitting out, when they say I dunno - I toss it all. You're leaving and I'm staying here to deal with this... screw it. Came home and died. Oh yeah and did another load of laundry. In bed - IN BED at 9:35 Sunday night... what am I 12?
And still 4:30 came early today... but as this is my only day at work, tomorrow promises to be full of adventure we'll keep in touch over the holiday...
Stay tuned for weekend with the family and dinner with the in-laws!
OH!! I did have the 'conversation' with the hubby regarding our four legged children I think we're going to cart crates up to my in-laws and lock them up when we get there allowing for another 90 minutes of time to our day - oh goodie. So much for Plan A to get me the heck outta dodge early. ;-)
Thinking nothing but happy thoughts with unicorns dancing for this holiday!
Chat at you later!
So, up fed, putzed, then putzed too long 2 minutes late for my hair appointment, got my hair done, came home got the turkey in the oven, cleaned up the place bit got some things organized, did some laundry, and basically enjoyed the quiet time... alone... ahhhh
I got a phone call from the Ladies group wanting ME to go to COSTCO the Saturday before thanksgiving for paper supplies... oh sweet Lord shoot me now. Now as I had a turkey in the oven I wasn't about to go off and leave it cooking without adult supervision. Of course when Bubba got home from "boy-time" his reaction was - as we can all predict - was less than happy. Oh let's just say it - Major Crankypants came out to play. And it wasn't much fun. So I leave him with the turkey - or as I chose to think of it - left the roasting turkey with the cranky turkey and prepared to do battle at the Costco.
I got lucky and got a parking place, grabbed a cart, pulled out my list and made my way through the throngs of people found 9/10's of what I needed, then had to stop a nice man and ask him where he got his paper towels... they moved things on me and I was NOT happy about it.
But thanks to Mr. Nice Guy - found paper towels, after fighting my way through moochers alley where the sample ladies were set up in the most narrow space possible!!! Oh plans this? ANY way... made my way through - got the paper towels and prepared to do battle with the check out stand.... all in all not too bad in out and done in less than an hour.. then to the lodge, dump all this stuff off, and then pick up dinner as Major Crankypants didn't want to go out and Aunt Ing didn't want to cook. So Chinese in, dinner enjoyed and me crashed on the couch by 10 PM. It's a sad commentary isn't it?
Sunday was a bit more packed, up and putzing until Bubba yells that Mr. Fiance-guy is coming at 10 -- time he tells me this 9:55. So up running splash, splash, dress dress, wait wait - then I carve the turkey while we're waiting, and I get done and we've got 2 hours before we have to go to dinner... THEN Bubba decides we're going to rake leaves. Now he started to give me the crappy job of putting leaves in a bag, I - well - bitched didn't want to get all icky before dinner - fine I got to rake. So I rake, the front yard, nice neat little piles, he is still in one corner that he raked putting things into a bag.
So help him bag up, I get more done than he does - when I point this out he says with deep sarcasm "yeah I'm slow" - um yes pumpkin you are.... so we bag this project, I wash up again, get myself almost put together and we head off to dinner at 2:00 PM.
Dinner is carb-fest and not all that bad, I am on clean up crew so I want to get that started as soon as possible, so I skip the brown bag auction and head to do dishes. Now as things are 9/10's done people start to leave! There is still pies and such sitting out, when they say I dunno - I toss it all. You're leaving and I'm staying here to deal with this... screw it. Came home and died. Oh yeah and did another load of laundry. In bed - IN BED at 9:35 Sunday night... what am I 12?
And still 4:30 came early today... but as this is my only day at work, tomorrow promises to be full of adventure we'll keep in touch over the holiday...
Stay tuned for weekend with the family and dinner with the in-laws!
OH!! I did have the 'conversation' with the hubby regarding our four legged children I think we're going to cart crates up to my in-laws and lock them up when we get there allowing for another 90 minutes of time to our day - oh goodie. So much for Plan A to get me the heck outta dodge early. ;-)
Thinking nothing but happy thoughts with unicorns dancing for this holiday!
Chat at you later!
Friday, November 18, 2011
Its my turn...
Last night my darling husband used that phrase in reference to Saturday while he is off at the gun show with her buddies.. it is MY TURN to rake the leaves in the backyard. Seriously.
So when I looked at him and asked 'and when is it your turn to do dishes, laundry or cook a meal?' He gave me a strange look, like Shelby when I don't share a bite of whatever I happen to shoving into my pie hole at the moment. Sort of confused and crushed at the same time... you know the look - tilt head,droop eyes in Shelby's case add a little drool coming down... Any--way
Do I get to proclaim this 'turn'? Is it anything like 'tag you're it?' And when did we start this fun little game? Oh and one more question why is it always MY turn to do another job but when it's his turn to do something I get "that's your job?"
Well pumpkin - leaves are yours just like grass - same general area... same tools - enjoy. Saturday I will be washing away the gray and repairing the nails on my fingers and I won't be raking leaves - you can be sure of that bit... oh so not ruining a manicure before a trip home because you don't want to rake leaves two weekends in a row. If there are issues with you having to do work around the house two weekends in a row; well, deal, welcome to my world, some of 'my jobs' get done every day - like dinner, dishes (OK most days) then there is the laundry, dogs being fed, let in,let out, let in, let out - make sure they have water, love... you know a typical day in the fantastic life of ME! So when I cling to my pampered princess royalties I simply point out all that - and Bubba can kiss my grits. Its my turn...
Oh and did I mention I have to cook a turkey this weekend? The ladies group is having their annual dinner and I agreed to make a turkey - because it's basically fool proof, hot oven, insert turkey and wait for the pop up do-hicky to pop. Slice and bring to lodge. Even a culinary 'tard like myself can figure that one out - and apparently so have the ladies who plan the dinner. "Give Sister Ing the turkey - she can't screw that up too bad, plus if it's dry you can cover it in Sister Debbie's gravy"
Unfortunately the same cannot be said for my mother-in-law's turkey because not only is her turkey dry her gravy - well sucks. And her daughter learned at the foot of the dry out tree... But again Bubba will not hear me speak of his family - he may hear me type it - but I don't think his analytical little brain has made the nail on keyboard clacking to the letters I am typing -- yet. Heaven help me when he does. Of course unless it's related to a work related thing I probably don't have to worry about that.
And I've wandered off the path again haven't I? you only find the little gems off the beaten path no? And sometimes you get poison ivy. (sing it with me now... poi---son---iiiivvvyyyy) Ahem - to you young whipper snappers go google it and leave me alone.
So - Friday is here no one else is int he office... and I've got a meeting at 1 in another building, then when I get back - I'm heading home, one more work day, one day at home tending to a few things then North for the holiday and all that super-fab family time and I'm only using the half sarcasm font here. :-D
I think tonight would be a good time to have the Thanksgiving Day chat with the hubby, this should be a great deal of fun because it is something he doesn't want to deal with. My parents aren't going to be home that day they will be at my brother's we are heading to Bubba's sister's - what do we do with our pups? If it were up to me, I'd bring them with us -- love me love my family. Otherwise its going to be a very short day... and his mother will be ticked...oh yeah this should be a fun conversation... not to mention I am going to make him call her... or his mother - dealers choice hon... I will detail that bit of fun later!
All right signing off from a quiet work Friday.. and frankly I ain't complaining about that!!!
Stay warm and safe during your travels...
So when I looked at him and asked 'and when is it your turn to do dishes, laundry or cook a meal?' He gave me a strange look, like Shelby when I don't share a bite of whatever I happen to shoving into my pie hole at the moment. Sort of confused and crushed at the same time... you know the look - tilt head,droop eyes in Shelby's case add a little drool coming down... Any--way
Do I get to proclaim this 'turn'? Is it anything like 'tag you're it?' And when did we start this fun little game? Oh and one more question why is it always MY turn to do another job but when it's his turn to do something I get "that's your job?"
Well pumpkin - leaves are yours just like grass - same general area... same tools - enjoy. Saturday I will be washing away the gray and repairing the nails on my fingers and I won't be raking leaves - you can be sure of that bit... oh so not ruining a manicure before a trip home because you don't want to rake leaves two weekends in a row. If there are issues with you having to do work around the house two weekends in a row; well, deal, welcome to my world, some of 'my jobs' get done every day - like dinner, dishes (OK most days) then there is the laundry, dogs being fed, let in,let out, let in, let out - make sure they have water, love... you know a typical day in the fantastic life of ME! So when I cling to my pampered princess royalties I simply point out all that - and Bubba can kiss my grits. Its my turn...
Oh and did I mention I have to cook a turkey this weekend? The ladies group is having their annual dinner and I agreed to make a turkey - because it's basically fool proof, hot oven, insert turkey and wait for the pop up do-hicky to pop. Slice and bring to lodge. Even a culinary 'tard like myself can figure that one out - and apparently so have the ladies who plan the dinner. "Give Sister Ing the turkey - she can't screw that up too bad, plus if it's dry you can cover it in Sister Debbie's gravy"
Unfortunately the same cannot be said for my mother-in-law's turkey because not only is her turkey dry her gravy - well sucks. And her daughter learned at the foot of the dry out tree... But again Bubba will not hear me speak of his family - he may hear me type it - but I don't think his analytical little brain has made the nail on keyboard clacking to the letters I am typing -- yet. Heaven help me when he does. Of course unless it's related to a work related thing I probably don't have to worry about that.
And I've wandered off the path again haven't I? you only find the little gems off the beaten path no? And sometimes you get poison ivy. (sing it with me now... poi---son---iiiivvvyyyy) Ahem - to you young whipper snappers go google it and leave me alone.
So - Friday is here no one else is int he office... and I've got a meeting at 1 in another building, then when I get back - I'm heading home, one more work day, one day at home tending to a few things then North for the holiday and all that super-fab family time and I'm only using the half sarcasm font here. :-D
I think tonight would be a good time to have the Thanksgiving Day chat with the hubby, this should be a great deal of fun because it is something he doesn't want to deal with. My parents aren't going to be home that day they will be at my brother's we are heading to Bubba's sister's - what do we do with our pups? If it were up to me, I'd bring them with us -- love me love my family. Otherwise its going to be a very short day... and his mother will be ticked...oh yeah this should be a fun conversation... not to mention I am going to make him call her... or his mother - dealers choice hon... I will detail that bit of fun later!
All right signing off from a quiet work Friday.. and frankly I ain't complaining about that!!!
Stay warm and safe during your travels...
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Tick.....Tock...
Not spitting fate in the eye again as she danced on the In box hard yesterday afternoon after I quipped it was going slow and it didn't appear as if anything was going to change anytime some.... and ting, ting- ting- ting- ting 12 emails in 20 minutes, I didn't 12 emails all freaking day Tuesday... remember boys and girls Karma is a bitch and she's got PMS, don't screw with her. For some reason I keep having to re-learn that lesson but I'm getting better...
Today I was supposed to have a meeting with my mentor - she cancelled - could she have done this YESTERDAY and saved me the hassle of driving in alone? Of course - Did she? No. Thanks pumpkin I like not driving 2-3 days a week and that carpool lane about 4 PM is a REAL nice bonus - that I won't get to use today -or Monday. Grumble Grumble.... ah well... life goes on.
Today as well as been a bit on the busy side, meetings, reports, nagging at a tester to get his report done, rewriting his report to get it done... its a life isn't it?
I must say with time to kill I am reading a lot of news... and frankly its depressing. I don't do this here as everyone has opinions about the state of the world but I have to ask what those folks camping out are hoping to accomplish? And why should I pay back their student loans? I paid back my own - you can do the same don't whine to me because your human studies degree only makes you marketable to any retail establishment - I started there - heck most of us started there. I think it's like my neighbor's kid studying something equally "useful" and pronounced he wanted a job making 90K a year when he was done... well let's just say when reality bitch-slaps this boy in the face it ain't going to be pretty... His sister got the velvet glove version, let's see what kind of ending this gives us... although I think we've wandered past her parent's 6 month deadline so who knows... she's not back home so I guess that is saying something there...
Moving on - we have survived the selection of a health insurance plan(s) as my hubby's period of choosing ended 3 days before mine began there was some wailing and gnashing of teeth to get data to his royal highness so decisions could be made... I got it the day before things closed up for him - but of course it is MY fault that my company didn't post data sooner so he could make his decision. Yep sure honey I'll just call up my good buddy Mr. CEO and tell him to get is fanny on the stick - you need numbers... on the up side he did get some supplemental thing for me through his company - for chubby chick surgery - which I must now have in order to justify this extra bit... oh whoa is to me... :-)
I have effectively blocked all other conversations about this topic from my brain... it helps to keep that cranky witch at bay and me not locked away in a padded or 6X6 cell.... she also calms with an internal alcohol rub.. cheesecake and chicks sometimes helps... oh let's face it the blog is her coming out without most of the foul language I hear. :-D
All right I'm off to fight the fight to get home - and *sigh* cook dinner...
Positive Note! Every night this week I have done my exercise DVD - the dogs are a little confused by the marching and jumping in the living room -but after the first 15 minutes they back off and wait... working it!
LATER!
Today I was supposed to have a meeting with my mentor - she cancelled - could she have done this YESTERDAY and saved me the hassle of driving in alone? Of course - Did she? No. Thanks pumpkin I like not driving 2-3 days a week and that carpool lane about 4 PM is a REAL nice bonus - that I won't get to use today -or Monday. Grumble Grumble.... ah well... life goes on.
Today as well as been a bit on the busy side, meetings, reports, nagging at a tester to get his report done, rewriting his report to get it done... its a life isn't it?
I must say with time to kill I am reading a lot of news... and frankly its depressing. I don't do this here as everyone has opinions about the state of the world but I have to ask what those folks camping out are hoping to accomplish? And why should I pay back their student loans? I paid back my own - you can do the same don't whine to me because your human studies degree only makes you marketable to any retail establishment - I started there - heck most of us started there. I think it's like my neighbor's kid studying something equally "useful" and pronounced he wanted a job making 90K a year when he was done... well let's just say when reality bitch-slaps this boy in the face it ain't going to be pretty... His sister got the velvet glove version, let's see what kind of ending this gives us... although I think we've wandered past her parent's 6 month deadline so who knows... she's not back home so I guess that is saying something there...
Moving on - we have survived the selection of a health insurance plan(s) as my hubby's period of choosing ended 3 days before mine began there was some wailing and gnashing of teeth to get data to his royal highness so decisions could be made... I got it the day before things closed up for him - but of course it is MY fault that my company didn't post data sooner so he could make his decision. Yep sure honey I'll just call up my good buddy Mr. CEO and tell him to get is fanny on the stick - you need numbers... on the up side he did get some supplemental thing for me through his company - for chubby chick surgery - which I must now have in order to justify this extra bit... oh whoa is to me... :-)
I have effectively blocked all other conversations about this topic from my brain... it helps to keep that cranky witch at bay and me not locked away in a padded or 6X6 cell.... she also calms with an internal alcohol rub.. cheesecake and chicks sometimes helps... oh let's face it the blog is her coming out without most of the foul language I hear. :-D
All right I'm off to fight the fight to get home - and *sigh* cook dinner...
Positive Note! Every night this week I have done my exercise DVD - the dogs are a little confused by the marching and jumping in the living room -but after the first 15 minutes they back off and wait... working it!
LATER!
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Drill, ear ache stimulus PART 2.
OK so.... had to break this into two parts the blogger was starting to grind to a halt...
So we are making our way back to the car... from the exact opposite end of the place we started... sis sees a store she needs something in, she stops, Nana and I keep going, we finally! see a shuttle, get on - only to discover - it is headed AWAY from our car... crap. So off we go to the car, load up and head back to get Sis and the kid... they call... THEY are on the shuttle - perfect timing they get off, I pull up right behind them, load up and head out.
We talked about dinner and where to enjoy it - I do believe my sister made mention of the same pasta dish from the previous evening - seriously? We didn't - we also determined based upon the traffic, the people and little one being walked from hither -tither and yon all day we'd make our way back to the hotel and dine close by - then we said DINER! for PIE! Away we go all happy and shopped out, we get there, short wait, cutie pie waiter guy who was either a rookie... or completely overwhelmed by the busy place, personally I'm voting for number 2.
Sit down, things are looking up, little one has her movie, she's happy, minor hiccup with my dinner, fine give me choice B and it's all good... until during our salad course we notice little one's cheeks are all rosy and red and not in the good way... post dinner, she tells her mama her ear hurts and she doesn't feel good, she's also a bit on the warm side - again see face color... so we now have to get clueless in Lancaster our cutie pie waiter to move his backside, Sis bundles up baby and heads to the car, I get the check, we head out only to discover another member of the clueless family working the register... she says a number different than the one on my slip - and frankly if it hadn't been for Miss M feeling so poopy I would have argued more... so 10 minutes later - a manager type person with a number I could live with and away we go... again thank goodness for smart phone directions to medi-clinic which thankfully is empty. Fill this out, pay up, see doc, shot, meds, a bit of a wait for meds, done and back to the hotel and in an hour - she's happy feeling better and the drama queen has been put to rest... ahhh but we still missed our pie. ah well.
We enjoyed the last of the cupcakes, and must quote the funny line of the night, Miss M now feeling better asks for some pasta, she of course wants the pasta that her mother had, she shares, then out pops this little gem... "But you like broccoli trees!" "Not in the pasta - that is just yucky!"
Ah the wisdom of the 4 year old mind, fun is it not?
Saturday night all shopped out, pumped full of doctor prescribed medications, and no additional panicked evacuations from our warm and toasty beds... a good night.
Sunday morning was uneventful and frankly earlier than Saturday morning - again due to lack of midnight wake up call - which did find out the cause for the alarm... some lone idiot couldn't figure out how to make popcorn in his microwave... and burnt the living @##$@% out of it - causing the alarm to go and to fubar the night for everyone else... way to go Skippy - next time you get the midnight munchies order a pizza. M'kay?
Any--way, breakfast at the hotel, not bad, not great but it filled the need and was easy for the trip home coordination... Breakfast done, hug, hug, kiss kiss to Nana and a half a kid kiss when said kid remembered her new toy which took immediate attention away from telling Nana bye... ah well. It's two weeks until Thanksgiving Nana - you'll get one then I'm sure.
Sis decided she needed to return a purchase of yesterday so I said I would go with her stay with M which she shopped, of course before she left I told her not to take all day I had to pee... of course. and yes I did before I left the hotel... but we had coffee and water and coffee... so of course my pea sized bladder was full... and yes I had to stop short of getting home too - what's your point?
Moving on - Sis returns the item but fails to purchase a replacement - hey it's your thing it's all groovy another round of kiss, kiss hug hug, here borrow my other pair of sunglasses, and no you don't look like my dorky husband ... too much hair. ;-)
And away we go... of course as I get back on major highways, madam GPS is not taking the back roads of Thursday night but all major routes - which is fine as about 1/3 of the way home I knew where I was and could pretty much navigate without her. Of course into the trip I call home to inform Bubba of my departure from all things happy and chick to return to the lair of Major Crankypants and his best bud Captain Tightwad... he is out getting lunch and informs me that he has a 1:00 PM massage appointment, and that he was taping the game... ok fine as I won't be home past 2.
Of course he calls back 20 minutes later and due to a glitch in my system I am sure, I am unable to hear him which of course brings out Major Crankypants in all his flaming glory he hangs up calls again and ah what do you know I can hear him... and remember boys and girls - its all my fault that I can't hear him, regardless of the phone, location, or phone to mouth placement... Since Crankypants has come out to play I get barked at to get home, checkbook into the computer, wash dog beds because he's going to bathe them... fine whatever and then he mentions I should get our laundry done before doing dog beds... really dear? Thank you so much for pointing that out to me because without your extreme detailed guidance using the appliance I don't think you could freaking turn on I would have had no clue what to do.... oh and did I mention I finished all our laundry before I left THURSDAY.
No he has not popped my Zen I am alone in the car with my thoughts, my radio and bouncing back and forth between singing along with the radio and tuning in to football... of course I stopped before I got home; then made it home, loved the pups, unloaded the car and then realized my idiot husband was NOT taping the football game and then I fixed it so it was... when I pointed out this bit of news to boy-genus he started to argue with me until he say he had 90 minutes of basically football test pattern showing Steelers and Bengals at 1:00 PM. Way to go honey-bun.. dorkus.
We 'enjoy' the game, as they did win... but can I go off on a yinzer rant here??? Listen Bruce, Baby - offensive coordinator for my beloved Black and Gold - there wasn't a yinzer watching that game that couldn't predict with 1000% accuracy what our next play was going to be... maybe you might want to shuffle those play cards? Hum Pumpkin? Wadda say? Because watching the rubber running back bounce off the ass-end of his OWN o-line then right into the beefy arms of the opposing D-Line ain't much fun... ESPECIALLY when you can see it coming the moment you line up. Ya know - if you keep us guessing pumpkin it might just work for the opposing team too... food for thought love.. call if you'd like to chat up some more ideas... local - call Dad.
End rant thank you...
Let's wrap up this two part 3-day extravaganza of weekend, ate too much, played hard, enjoyed every minute... with a small fire drill interruption which turned out to be a good story anyway...
Quiet week at work boys and girls, will detail the issue of Health Insurance and the annual changing of our mind and when I can focus again will also discuss Bubba the amazing 180 via email - while I'm typing it. Ah life is so much fun when you share it with Major Crankypants isn't it?
After all what would I write about all day? Later!
So we are making our way back to the car... from the exact opposite end of the place we started... sis sees a store she needs something in, she stops, Nana and I keep going, we finally! see a shuttle, get on - only to discover - it is headed AWAY from our car... crap. So off we go to the car, load up and head back to get Sis and the kid... they call... THEY are on the shuttle - perfect timing they get off, I pull up right behind them, load up and head out.
We talked about dinner and where to enjoy it - I do believe my sister made mention of the same pasta dish from the previous evening - seriously? We didn't - we also determined based upon the traffic, the people and little one being walked from hither -tither and yon all day we'd make our way back to the hotel and dine close by - then we said DINER! for PIE! Away we go all happy and shopped out, we get there, short wait, cutie pie waiter guy who was either a rookie... or completely overwhelmed by the busy place, personally I'm voting for number 2.
Sit down, things are looking up, little one has her movie, she's happy, minor hiccup with my dinner, fine give me choice B and it's all good... until during our salad course we notice little one's cheeks are all rosy and red and not in the good way... post dinner, she tells her mama her ear hurts and she doesn't feel good, she's also a bit on the warm side - again see face color... so we now have to get clueless in Lancaster our cutie pie waiter to move his backside, Sis bundles up baby and heads to the car, I get the check, we head out only to discover another member of the clueless family working the register... she says a number different than the one on my slip - and frankly if it hadn't been for Miss M feeling so poopy I would have argued more... so 10 minutes later - a manager type person with a number I could live with and away we go... again thank goodness for smart phone directions to medi-clinic which thankfully is empty. Fill this out, pay up, see doc, shot, meds, a bit of a wait for meds, done and back to the hotel and in an hour - she's happy feeling better and the drama queen has been put to rest... ahhh but we still missed our pie. ah well.
We enjoyed the last of the cupcakes, and must quote the funny line of the night, Miss M now feeling better asks for some pasta, she of course wants the pasta that her mother had, she shares, then out pops this little gem... "But you like broccoli trees!" "Not in the pasta - that is just yucky!"
Ah the wisdom of the 4 year old mind, fun is it not?
Saturday night all shopped out, pumped full of doctor prescribed medications, and no additional panicked evacuations from our warm and toasty beds... a good night.
Sunday morning was uneventful and frankly earlier than Saturday morning - again due to lack of midnight wake up call - which did find out the cause for the alarm... some lone idiot couldn't figure out how to make popcorn in his microwave... and burnt the living @##$@% out of it - causing the alarm to go and to fubar the night for everyone else... way to go Skippy - next time you get the midnight munchies order a pizza. M'kay?
Any--way, breakfast at the hotel, not bad, not great but it filled the need and was easy for the trip home coordination... Breakfast done, hug, hug, kiss kiss to Nana and a half a kid kiss when said kid remembered her new toy which took immediate attention away from telling Nana bye... ah well. It's two weeks until Thanksgiving Nana - you'll get one then I'm sure.
Sis decided she needed to return a purchase of yesterday so I said I would go with her stay with M which she shopped, of course before she left I told her not to take all day I had to pee... of course. and yes I did before I left the hotel... but we had coffee and water and coffee... so of course my pea sized bladder was full... and yes I had to stop short of getting home too - what's your point?
Moving on - Sis returns the item but fails to purchase a replacement - hey it's your thing it's all groovy another round of kiss, kiss hug hug, here borrow my other pair of sunglasses, and no you don't look like my dorky husband ... too much hair. ;-)
And away we go... of course as I get back on major highways, madam GPS is not taking the back roads of Thursday night but all major routes - which is fine as about 1/3 of the way home I knew where I was and could pretty much navigate without her. Of course into the trip I call home to inform Bubba of my departure from all things happy and chick to return to the lair of Major Crankypants and his best bud Captain Tightwad... he is out getting lunch and informs me that he has a 1:00 PM massage appointment, and that he was taping the game... ok fine as I won't be home past 2.
Of course he calls back 20 minutes later and due to a glitch in my system I am sure, I am unable to hear him which of course brings out Major Crankypants in all his flaming glory he hangs up calls again and ah what do you know I can hear him... and remember boys and girls - its all my fault that I can't hear him, regardless of the phone, location, or phone to mouth placement... Since Crankypants has come out to play I get barked at to get home, checkbook into the computer, wash dog beds because he's going to bathe them... fine whatever and then he mentions I should get our laundry done before doing dog beds... really dear? Thank you so much for pointing that out to me because without your extreme detailed guidance using the appliance I don't think you could freaking turn on I would have had no clue what to do.... oh and did I mention I finished all our laundry before I left THURSDAY.
No he has not popped my Zen I am alone in the car with my thoughts, my radio and bouncing back and forth between singing along with the radio and tuning in to football... of course I stopped before I got home; then made it home, loved the pups, unloaded the car and then realized my idiot husband was NOT taping the football game and then I fixed it so it was... when I pointed out this bit of news to boy-genus he started to argue with me until he say he had 90 minutes of basically football test pattern showing Steelers and Bengals at 1:00 PM. Way to go honey-bun.. dorkus.
We 'enjoy' the game, as they did win... but can I go off on a yinzer rant here??? Listen Bruce, Baby - offensive coordinator for my beloved Black and Gold - there wasn't a yinzer watching that game that couldn't predict with 1000% accuracy what our next play was going to be... maybe you might want to shuffle those play cards? Hum Pumpkin? Wadda say? Because watching the rubber running back bounce off the ass-end of his OWN o-line then right into the beefy arms of the opposing D-Line ain't much fun... ESPECIALLY when you can see it coming the moment you line up. Ya know - if you keep us guessing pumpkin it might just work for the opposing team too... food for thought love.. call if you'd like to chat up some more ideas... local - call Dad.
End rant thank you...
Let's wrap up this two part 3-day extravaganza of weekend, ate too much, played hard, enjoyed every minute... with a small fire drill interruption which turned out to be a good story anyway...
Quiet week at work boys and girls, will detail the issue of Health Insurance and the annual changing of our mind and when I can focus again will also discuss Bubba the amazing 180 via email - while I'm typing it. Ah life is so much fun when you share it with Major Crankypants isn't it?
After all what would I write about all day? Later!
Monday, November 14, 2011
A fire "drill", an ear infection and our own personal stimulus plan...
That pretty much sums up the weekend... hope you enjoyed it as much as I did...
What? Oh - details! well as it turns out I happen to have some time to kill so sit back and enjoy as Aunt Ing spins her tale of the weekend in lovely rustic Lancaster, PA. We begin or story with Thursday afternoon where Nana left early to due issues with driving in unfamiliar territory in the dark of night... no worries. Our hero's sister will not be arriving until later that evening - as she must work a full day... Aunt Ing left work early as she planned, with actually an extra 30 minutes because the live-in-person meeting was changed to a -lets dial-in meeting (yeah!) ...SO left 'early' got home proceeded to pack (over pack) then love the pups between everything as once again I'm feeling guilty -- did the dishes, got the laundry up stairs and generally make sure the house was in good order - as it won't be when I get home.
Stopped by the bank, deposited lady's group stuff, went to the grocery store picked up my prescription and some provisions for the road, pulled out my map quest directions, and programmed same into my cell phone navigational tool - glad I had both. I took the scenic route as the main highways at rush hour around Baltimore were SO not my idea of a good time... it was a very nice ride, and while Nana did beat me to the hotel, we met up and I found a very nice Italian restaurant and I certainly enjoyed my dinner - and didn't I have the numbers to prove it the next day!
Sis and our little entertainment machine arrived later that night, she was sleeping when she pulled in and in a move only I can do, gather up the baby and walked back into the hotel with the only key brought outside.. whoops. Nana came back got it - they unloaded sis and niece and all 600 pounds of necessary travel stuff and soon after everyone was settled in, mellow and sleeping...
Friday morning, up, moving, no schedules no worries, we shower, we putz, we make a breakfast decision then decide to play tourist, we hit the chocolate factory that well - we could see the outside of the factory and hear the workings from inside the 'gift shop' the only candy making we got to see - was the middle aged white women spreading marshmallow and peanut butter on something and then was probably going to cover it chocolate... of course upon seeing marshmallow one must then quote the movie Julie and Julia - where the french friend of Julia child asks "what is this marshmallow fluff?" say it with a french accent - very funny...
Not a particular favorite of mine (the marshmallow not the movie) ANY way - we shop enjoy and discover the pretzel factory is a short walk through the very lovely little town so we do that after a quick stop at the local 'information booth' which thankfully had rest rooms we picked up more reading materials and after making a small donation for both materials and rest rooms we strolled our way to the pretzel factory... where we enjoyed an interactive tour, with a built in make your own pretzel lesson - very cool... plus we got to see the actual ovens build in 1860's to make those hard pretzels and I can't even begin to imagine working those oven in the dead of summer... So we made, we toured, we bought soft pretzels, we ate and enjoyed...
We also stopped by the cup-cake-ry on our way back to the car....yummy... and saved our dessert bacon - but more on that later...
So then because the 4 year old rules the roost we headed back to the hotel to go swimming!! Oh why not? shopping - yeah yeah it will be there, this was one of the perks of the hotel - why not? And since Nana and I remembered our suits on a "good thing I checked the list" moment we all had suits and away we went... I spent a great deal of time trying to convince the niece that your bottom half should remain afloat while trying to swim rather than sinking to the bottom... I wasn't exactly what you might call successful - you try talking to a happy bouncy 4 year old with the undivided attention of 3 adults, including her mom, her aunt and her grandmother... spoiled just a bit there wasn't she? That's my job... I'd do it to the others but my brother is working... or something - plus this is the last year they will all be in school next year... Big sigh.
ANY way... swim, swim, Nana heads to the hot tub of no bubbles, because well yes, the pool was heated... just enough as to cause immediate wind sucking... but after a bit you noticed it wasn't all that warm either... we are all prune-y, Sis and M head to the showers to warm up, me to the hot tub of no bubbles we sit around for a bit then head back to the room, shower, dress, search the smart phone for dinner ideas... and head out...
Now we drive and find the place or at least what the phone GPS tells me it is... and it's not the same name, worry a bit, but figured it looks nice and if it does suck Sheetz is right there - we can do death dogs and move on with our night...
ANY way we get seated found out - because I asked - that the restaurant we were looking for is behind the one we were in.. we were here we were moving on. We ordered, and my sister seemed to enjoy her dinner - Nana and I went for red meat - my sister mentioned more than once now that I recall, that she was enjoying her dinner very much and how tasty she indeed found it... yes I do believe she mentioned her dinner and her enjoyment of it more than once, or twice - to the point it almost wasn't funny anymore... seriously Sis it was noodles and sauce and veggies and chicken - WTH was in that stuff??
Moving on--- we head back to the car and as per our usual methods, Sis loads up the kid, Nana gets in, I get in and program the phone back to the hotel... as I was sitting there waiting for the all clear, programming my phone there is a rap on my window - scared the living CRAP ('cuse the french) out of me - to which my sister- the knocker (on the window) proceeds to laugh like a mad woman because she had, indeed, startled the living daylights out of me! Laugh it up pumpkin I remember.... so she heads to sheetz to get cash, which that machine was out of - we pick her up and head back to the hotel... fat and happy and with a regular heartbeat again.
Friday night - all cozy, happy fed, we stupidly feed small child red velvet cupcake which then turns her into spaz-child because her aunt has no idea about red dye... trust me I remember now... won't do that again. So finally she's coming down, we're coming down, we crawling into bed... and ahhhhh....
UNTIL...this annoying alarm sound goes off. about midnight... now me being the urban dweller think 'car alarm' then worry that it's my car alarm...as I make 1 step to the window - my sister heads to the door... to discover it's the hotel's FIRE ALARM... well doesn't Miss I was a fireman come RAGING back out - she starts shouting-- "get up - get moving - grab your purses"... which she left her in the middle of the floor - she has her kid bundled and out the door before either Nana or I have our shoes or anything else on... we get outside put everyone in the car and fire it up, I then walk up to the lobby (from the outside) looking of course for smoke, flame SOME reason why I have been roused from my bed at flipping midnight... Got the lobby see people standing around, and the message I received was don't know why the alarm is going off , kitchens are clear hang tight... groovy. About the point I head back to our car... I hear the fire trucks so I figure we're going to be here a while, and frankly I gave serious thought to heading to the diner for midnight fire-pie. But as Nana tells me we need to quickly go back in since we're pretty sure that there is NO fire and she's got to pee and we want to double check we didn't leave anything valuable behind...
We sneak back up to our room, get in, get done, head back out to find.. 2 fireman outside our door - who didn't say anything to us- probably because we were leaving... back to the car... Nana then goes out to next phase of "are you done yet?" She tells us we're clear to go back in, yeah! So pile back in, get things settled, open book to read because I knew I wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon - and Sis asks Nana what did the fireman say when they said we could go back in... Nana then replied didn't talk to a fireman - just some guy... 'click' on goes the light... "WHAT?" Sis begins to lecture then she calls the front desk, got the all clear from them then proceeded to continue with her lecture about talking to someone in a hat - like that makes a difference the guy Nana talked to could have had a ball cap on! She then went on and on about the type of hat... yadda yadda, light off and 3 women laid there in the dark while the 4 year old recharged her batteries...
Personally I read my book, rolled over, chatted to Nana, rolled over, stared at blank, dark walls and finally some time later managed to sleep....
Needless to say Saturday morning started much slower, but today was shopping day! We got up dressed and followed the phone to the mall - stopping to have breakfast - then to outlet heaven... of course I was told in the most nice way possible (NOT) that I was not listening to the nice lady in my phone because I turned into the wrong outlet for what Sis wanted and then I had to get myself back from whence I came and I can't say I appreciated the jokes.... "Yes! You did just see Tony Wang's Middle PA Chinese buffet for a second time - cram it. and the next one that says "Look girls Tony Wang's again is going to walk home" Har har har... backseat drivers...
SO finally with another wrong turn into the right mall and a small loop-around we found the store Sis wanted, and a parking space Aunt Ing wanted. Ah... shopping, kitchen store, gadgets, glasses - fun fun fun... we dump that load, and proceed to wander through the stores, stopping here and there, buying here - maybe not there... waiting for the mythical shuttle that supposedly runs between all the various pieces and parts... ended up walking the entire thing... and finally the sun was heading down, the evening fertilizer (read manure) having apparently been spread and all that lovely natural smell drifting across the shopping mecca... we decided to make our way back to the car - and think about dinner...
Page 2 coming....
What? Oh - details! well as it turns out I happen to have some time to kill so sit back and enjoy as Aunt Ing spins her tale of the weekend in lovely rustic Lancaster, PA. We begin or story with Thursday afternoon where Nana left early to due issues with driving in unfamiliar territory in the dark of night... no worries. Our hero's sister will not be arriving until later that evening - as she must work a full day... Aunt Ing left work early as she planned, with actually an extra 30 minutes because the live-in-person meeting was changed to a -lets dial-in meeting (yeah!) ...SO left 'early' got home proceeded to pack (over pack) then love the pups between everything as once again I'm feeling guilty -- did the dishes, got the laundry up stairs and generally make sure the house was in good order - as it won't be when I get home.
Stopped by the bank, deposited lady's group stuff, went to the grocery store picked up my prescription and some provisions for the road, pulled out my map quest directions, and programmed same into my cell phone navigational tool - glad I had both. I took the scenic route as the main highways at rush hour around Baltimore were SO not my idea of a good time... it was a very nice ride, and while Nana did beat me to the hotel, we met up and I found a very nice Italian restaurant and I certainly enjoyed my dinner - and didn't I have the numbers to prove it the next day!
Sis and our little entertainment machine arrived later that night, she was sleeping when she pulled in and in a move only I can do, gather up the baby and walked back into the hotel with the only key brought outside.. whoops. Nana came back got it - they unloaded sis and niece and all 600 pounds of necessary travel stuff and soon after everyone was settled in, mellow and sleeping...
Friday morning, up, moving, no schedules no worries, we shower, we putz, we make a breakfast decision then decide to play tourist, we hit the chocolate factory that well - we could see the outside of the factory and hear the workings from inside the 'gift shop' the only candy making we got to see - was the middle aged white women spreading marshmallow and peanut butter on something and then was probably going to cover it chocolate... of course upon seeing marshmallow one must then quote the movie Julie and Julia - where the french friend of Julia child asks "what is this marshmallow fluff?" say it with a french accent - very funny...
Not a particular favorite of mine (the marshmallow not the movie) ANY way - we shop enjoy and discover the pretzel factory is a short walk through the very lovely little town so we do that after a quick stop at the local 'information booth' which thankfully had rest rooms we picked up more reading materials and after making a small donation for both materials and rest rooms we strolled our way to the pretzel factory... where we enjoyed an interactive tour, with a built in make your own pretzel lesson - very cool... plus we got to see the actual ovens build in 1860's to make those hard pretzels and I can't even begin to imagine working those oven in the dead of summer... So we made, we toured, we bought soft pretzels, we ate and enjoyed...
We also stopped by the cup-cake-ry on our way back to the car....yummy... and saved our dessert bacon - but more on that later...
So then because the 4 year old rules the roost we headed back to the hotel to go swimming!! Oh why not? shopping - yeah yeah it will be there, this was one of the perks of the hotel - why not? And since Nana and I remembered our suits on a "good thing I checked the list" moment we all had suits and away we went... I spent a great deal of time trying to convince the niece that your bottom half should remain afloat while trying to swim rather than sinking to the bottom... I wasn't exactly what you might call successful - you try talking to a happy bouncy 4 year old with the undivided attention of 3 adults, including her mom, her aunt and her grandmother... spoiled just a bit there wasn't she? That's my job... I'd do it to the others but my brother is working... or something - plus this is the last year they will all be in school next year... Big sigh.
ANY way... swim, swim, Nana heads to the hot tub of no bubbles, because well yes, the pool was heated... just enough as to cause immediate wind sucking... but after a bit you noticed it wasn't all that warm either... we are all prune-y, Sis and M head to the showers to warm up, me to the hot tub of no bubbles we sit around for a bit then head back to the room, shower, dress, search the smart phone for dinner ideas... and head out...
Now we drive and find the place or at least what the phone GPS tells me it is... and it's not the same name, worry a bit, but figured it looks nice and if it does suck Sheetz is right there - we can do death dogs and move on with our night...
ANY way we get seated found out - because I asked - that the restaurant we were looking for is behind the one we were in.. we were here we were moving on. We ordered, and my sister seemed to enjoy her dinner - Nana and I went for red meat - my sister mentioned more than once now that I recall, that she was enjoying her dinner very much and how tasty she indeed found it... yes I do believe she mentioned her dinner and her enjoyment of it more than once, or twice - to the point it almost wasn't funny anymore... seriously Sis it was noodles and sauce and veggies and chicken - WTH was in that stuff??
Moving on--- we head back to the car and as per our usual methods, Sis loads up the kid, Nana gets in, I get in and program the phone back to the hotel... as I was sitting there waiting for the all clear, programming my phone there is a rap on my window - scared the living CRAP ('cuse the french) out of me - to which my sister- the knocker (on the window) proceeds to laugh like a mad woman because she had, indeed, startled the living daylights out of me! Laugh it up pumpkin I remember.... so she heads to sheetz to get cash, which that machine was out of - we pick her up and head back to the hotel... fat and happy and with a regular heartbeat again.
Friday night - all cozy, happy fed, we stupidly feed small child red velvet cupcake which then turns her into spaz-child because her aunt has no idea about red dye... trust me I remember now... won't do that again. So finally she's coming down, we're coming down, we crawling into bed... and ahhhhh....
UNTIL...this annoying alarm sound goes off. about midnight... now me being the urban dweller think 'car alarm' then worry that it's my car alarm...as I make 1 step to the window - my sister heads to the door... to discover it's the hotel's FIRE ALARM... well doesn't Miss I was a fireman come RAGING back out - she starts shouting-- "get up - get moving - grab your purses"... which she left her in the middle of the floor - she has her kid bundled and out the door before either Nana or I have our shoes or anything else on... we get outside put everyone in the car and fire it up, I then walk up to the lobby (from the outside) looking of course for smoke, flame SOME reason why I have been roused from my bed at flipping midnight... Got the lobby see people standing around, and the message I received was don't know why the alarm is going off , kitchens are clear hang tight... groovy. About the point I head back to our car... I hear the fire trucks so I figure we're going to be here a while, and frankly I gave serious thought to heading to the diner for midnight fire-pie. But as Nana tells me we need to quickly go back in since we're pretty sure that there is NO fire and she's got to pee and we want to double check we didn't leave anything valuable behind...
We sneak back up to our room, get in, get done, head back out to find.. 2 fireman outside our door - who didn't say anything to us- probably because we were leaving... back to the car... Nana then goes out to next phase of "are you done yet?" She tells us we're clear to go back in, yeah! So pile back in, get things settled, open book to read because I knew I wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon - and Sis asks Nana what did the fireman say when they said we could go back in... Nana then replied didn't talk to a fireman - just some guy... 'click' on goes the light... "WHAT?" Sis begins to lecture then she calls the front desk, got the all clear from them then proceeded to continue with her lecture about talking to someone in a hat - like that makes a difference the guy Nana talked to could have had a ball cap on! She then went on and on about the type of hat... yadda yadda, light off and 3 women laid there in the dark while the 4 year old recharged her batteries...
Personally I read my book, rolled over, chatted to Nana, rolled over, stared at blank, dark walls and finally some time later managed to sleep....
Needless to say Saturday morning started much slower, but today was shopping day! We got up dressed and followed the phone to the mall - stopping to have breakfast - then to outlet heaven... of course I was told in the most nice way possible (NOT) that I was not listening to the nice lady in my phone because I turned into the wrong outlet for what Sis wanted and then I had to get myself back from whence I came and I can't say I appreciated the jokes.... "Yes! You did just see Tony Wang's Middle PA Chinese buffet for a second time - cram it. and the next one that says "Look girls Tony Wang's again is going to walk home" Har har har... backseat drivers...
SO finally with another wrong turn into the right mall and a small loop-around we found the store Sis wanted, and a parking space Aunt Ing wanted. Ah... shopping, kitchen store, gadgets, glasses - fun fun fun... we dump that load, and proceed to wander through the stores, stopping here and there, buying here - maybe not there... waiting for the mythical shuttle that supposedly runs between all the various pieces and parts... ended up walking the entire thing... and finally the sun was heading down, the evening fertilizer (read manure) having apparently been spread and all that lovely natural smell drifting across the shopping mecca... we decided to make our way back to the car - and think about dinner...
Page 2 coming....
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Let's Spin the Wheel!!!
The wheel of stupid Bubba sayings... and last night's winner is...."Remember you're not rich."
A bit of context for this latest bit of a-holery? I was talking to him stating I wouldn't see him until I got home from shopping fun on Sunday... and he blurts the above.... OK butthead... see how many dinner checks I pick up this weekend!!! I do not think I am rich - far - freaking - from it! I'm going to buy Christmas presents... for your family as well - Butthead-- and did I mention I'm going to the OUTLET malls... not Needless Markup or Lord and Taylor??? I just could not believe he said that to me! Of course now when I relay this to Nana tonight I will have to quote Wheezer (see your reference copy of Steel Magnolias...) "The only reason people are nice to be is because I have more money than God!" Really need to watch that movie again..
So had he not opened his pie hole I would have shared dinner expenses... now - he's picking up the check.. eat that Bubba..
Plus you shouldn't piss off your wife before she goes to bed - after all a booby trap on half the bed can be well planned enough not to splatter on her half. Oh and did I mention he called and said he'd be home late to go out with the boys? He strolled in at 10:00 PM last night and by 10:20 I was ready for bed. Good seeing you pumpkin and after the latest wheel-o-idiot-sayings - ain't missin' ya much either..
So he tried to zing my zen before I have even left and I frankly will not let that happen... I'm having dinner with Nana after I deal with 600 things at home, and frankly I would leave those dishes in the sink but I know if I don't clean that up I'll come home to a bigger pile so in order to keep the happy bubble into later Sunday I will take a few minutes Thursday and unload the dishwasher. Of course I haven't packed yet - but I have a list and that will take all of 10 minutes - 15 if I stop to review which I may do considering my track record. I do find it odd that my track record without Bubba is so much better than with him... something to note. It's all jeans and sweatshirts and eye junk so I should be fine.
Work is dead quiet right now and frankly if it wasn't for a 1:00 PM meeting today I'd leave at noon, putter and then head north but... this customer likes me there so I will be there. He better not get chatty... I'm just saying!
Shall we place our bets now on how many times Bubba calls this weekend?? I'm guessing at least 2 - 1 tonight and one sometime Saturday... maybe a third Friday when dinner prep might toss him for a bit of a loop like turning on the oven for pizza and which pan to use to heat said pizza and the necessary use of tin foil to avoid prolonged clean up.. of course he doesn't care about clean up he'll leave the pan in the sink for me to deal with when I get home... with an empty dishwasher I can point to it and again have remedial dirty dish in dishwasher instructions... you know for a man such a whiz with numbers he's having an awful hard time with something as simple as loading up a dishwasher. I digress...
and last on my Aunt Ing nag parade, today in my business unit news letter I saw a name from the past this young man I knew started as an intern... I knew him just as he transitioned from said intern to paid employee... he was recently promoted to AVP... Assistant Vice President.. now mostly I say big whoop because you can't swing a dead cat in my company and not hit a Vice President of some flavor ... however... I have 7 years on this guy, granted he's a tech-y but still what did I do wrong??? Grumble Grumble... so I have my mentor and my pre-formatted program so we'll see where I can go from here...
I must say I was a super nice guy and sent him a congrats Email - he is after all a VERY nice guy and his wife is really really nice... so I have to stick that into my flavorless chew of an issue and move on...
Nana - I may bring a bottle for while we wait for sis and the baby... Just because.
Later
EDIT: - I did it again... look at the post below this one - lack of Bubba time I don't need quality time he can be a dork in under 15 minutes... yeesh! Why do I do this to myself??? I really have to stop poking fate in the eye it pissed her off and she's a vindictive bitch.
A bit of context for this latest bit of a-holery? I was talking to him stating I wouldn't see him until I got home from shopping fun on Sunday... and he blurts the above.... OK butthead... see how many dinner checks I pick up this weekend!!! I do not think I am rich - far - freaking - from it! I'm going to buy Christmas presents... for your family as well - Butthead-- and did I mention I'm going to the OUTLET malls... not Needless Markup or Lord and Taylor??? I just could not believe he said that to me! Of course now when I relay this to Nana tonight I will have to quote Wheezer (see your reference copy of Steel Magnolias...) "The only reason people are nice to be is because I have more money than God!" Really need to watch that movie again..
So had he not opened his pie hole I would have shared dinner expenses... now - he's picking up the check.. eat that Bubba..
Plus you shouldn't piss off your wife before she goes to bed - after all a booby trap on half the bed can be well planned enough not to splatter on her half. Oh and did I mention he called and said he'd be home late to go out with the boys? He strolled in at 10:00 PM last night and by 10:20 I was ready for bed. Good seeing you pumpkin and after the latest wheel-o-idiot-sayings - ain't missin' ya much either..
So he tried to zing my zen before I have even left and I frankly will not let that happen... I'm having dinner with Nana after I deal with 600 things at home, and frankly I would leave those dishes in the sink but I know if I don't clean that up I'll come home to a bigger pile so in order to keep the happy bubble into later Sunday I will take a few minutes Thursday and unload the dishwasher. Of course I haven't packed yet - but I have a list and that will take all of 10 minutes - 15 if I stop to review which I may do considering my track record. I do find it odd that my track record without Bubba is so much better than with him... something to note. It's all jeans and sweatshirts and eye junk so I should be fine.
Work is dead quiet right now and frankly if it wasn't for a 1:00 PM meeting today I'd leave at noon, putter and then head north but... this customer likes me there so I will be there. He better not get chatty... I'm just saying!
Shall we place our bets now on how many times Bubba calls this weekend?? I'm guessing at least 2 - 1 tonight and one sometime Saturday... maybe a third Friday when dinner prep might toss him for a bit of a loop like turning on the oven for pizza and which pan to use to heat said pizza and the necessary use of tin foil to avoid prolonged clean up.. of course he doesn't care about clean up he'll leave the pan in the sink for me to deal with when I get home... with an empty dishwasher I can point to it and again have remedial dirty dish in dishwasher instructions... you know for a man such a whiz with numbers he's having an awful hard time with something as simple as loading up a dishwasher. I digress...
and last on my Aunt Ing nag parade, today in my business unit news letter I saw a name from the past this young man I knew started as an intern... I knew him just as he transitioned from said intern to paid employee... he was recently promoted to AVP... Assistant Vice President.. now mostly I say big whoop because you can't swing a dead cat in my company and not hit a Vice President of some flavor ... however... I have 7 years on this guy, granted he's a tech-y but still what did I do wrong??? Grumble Grumble... so I have my mentor and my pre-formatted program so we'll see where I can go from here...
I must say I was a super nice guy and sent him a congrats Email - he is after all a VERY nice guy and his wife is really really nice... so I have to stick that into my flavorless chew of an issue and move on...
Nana - I may bring a bottle for while we wait for sis and the baby... Just because.
Later
EDIT: - I did it again... look at the post below this one - lack of Bubba time I don't need quality time he can be a dork in under 15 minutes... yeesh! Why do I do this to myself??? I really have to stop poking fate in the eye it pissed her off and she's a vindictive bitch.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Need to see Bubba more often...
Blog posts are getting spaced out due to lack of quality Bubba time... however, my sanity has taken a small tick upward. ;-)
Sunday was quiet, Bubba got bagels and complained about the new owners of our favorite bagel place don't have stuff as well run as the previous owners... you got your bagel and tomato/onion mess - eat it and hush. And frankly that was a nice way to start the day, coffee bagel, the Sunday paper a discussion over issues - my complete amazement on how completely uninformed my husband is on the world around him. Apparently he spoke to a co-worker regarding that and said he didn't have to be as I made up for it and kept him in what he needed to know... seriously?!? Prime example is that the hubby had no idea what Occupy Wall street was... of course explaining it wasn't easy - kinda like the news... I wonder if he knows about Penn State? That is football but he doesn't do college football - so maybe - yeah probably because he reads ESPN on line.
I left and did some Ladies' Group stuff - including making sandwiches and considering the bitching and whining done regarding said "lodge activities and the money they suck - it was easier to go shop, lodge, make the sandwiches and move on with my day.... and I did.
Home, supper, football, fall asleep due to 2 nights of back trouble, wake up watch, wonder WHY I woke up, then bag the game knowing full well it wasn't going to be a pretty ending... and it wasn't.
Up later than my usual time, remembering in vivid color why I now get up early... into work leave a bit early for Ladies' group meeting which promises to be long and boring, find out couple of kids have bailed on me for dinner helpers so.. get moving up to the lodge, all is good... dinner done. My troubled kid and her mom show up so I got to give hugs and talk and generally let both know they have a support system in place if they need it. I hope that helps. we shall see.
So... meeting, long, clean up committee, longer, home 11:45 PM. Bubba and pups in bed, me not far behind, up longer to mellow out and digest all the nibbles I kept sneaking all night long... urp. Slept in late Tuesday morning and paid a HEAVY price... 2 hours into work and I wanted to work a longer day to make up for Monday and Thursday.... ouch and double. I have promised myself not to complain about the hour I arise and the carpool I enjoy any more - that drive was just painful.
Today - up early-- out 30 minutes later than carpool, but still 35 minutes into work - can you beat that! Yes actually if I had been in the carpool lane it really would have been zippy-do and da! I am today also working a bit long so I can leave a bit earlier on Thursday Nana is leaving early, Sis is not - since I don't think Nana will take kindly to sitting in her car waiting for me to check in Thursday night - I will make my way north a bit earlier than I planned - bonus dinner with Nana... now where did I put that guide book for the outlets... and I wonder what she wants to eat...
Tonight! That boys and girls promises to be a busy one, we have a kitchen to clean and dinner to prepare, we have laundry that needs finished and probably some ironing but that will wait until Sunday... and football... I have to make sure Bubba has enough supplies not to starve to death in the 2.75 days I will be gone... :-)
Yes he knows how to order in, pick and in some cases delivery... my biggest concern is the pups - he has to remember I'm not home and to get his backside home and deal with them... oh yeah Bubba and be nice and pet them and love them... not feed them and ignore them... Not that Shelby will let you but hey...
What else do I need to take with me... oh yes the Bubba detector to ensure he does not hear me speaking of his family - just in case the topic should arise... my sneakers, my warm woolies and my enjoyment of watching the little acorn frustrate the young sapling and the might oak... i.e. Niece M, My sister and my mother for those nuts did not fall far from their trees... I on the other hand did not roll far from Daddy's tree of 'let it go - until the flaming temper of white hot anger - then the cooling breeze of having released....
I wonder if that is mentioned in that work personality thing I took ... I'll go back and read that one. If not it should be or it could be a good heavy metal band name And now taking to the stage Flaming Temper of White Hot Anger" (insert drunken crowd noise here)
My brain is a twisty scary place isn't it?
speaking of twists - just had a fun thought - I wonder if Shelby is going to try and get Bubba up at o-dark-30 when I arise because she wants breakfast and it's time to pee.... oh yeah that should be fun... more so when he calls me and announce that he didn't get up and found a present later when he did... I really shouldn't laugh -- really not funny at ALL.. (snort giggle) Ahem.
So That is all the news that is fit to print, I will fully document my estrogen filled weekend of shopping and fun upon my return so stay tuned for that bit of fun and with any luck good gossip!
Sunday was quiet, Bubba got bagels and complained about the new owners of our favorite bagel place don't have stuff as well run as the previous owners... you got your bagel and tomato/onion mess - eat it and hush. And frankly that was a nice way to start the day, coffee bagel, the Sunday paper a discussion over issues - my complete amazement on how completely uninformed my husband is on the world around him. Apparently he spoke to a co-worker regarding that and said he didn't have to be as I made up for it and kept him in what he needed to know... seriously?!? Prime example is that the hubby had no idea what Occupy Wall street was... of course explaining it wasn't easy - kinda like the news... I wonder if he knows about Penn State? That is football but he doesn't do college football - so maybe - yeah probably because he reads ESPN on line.
I left and did some Ladies' Group stuff - including making sandwiches and considering the bitching and whining done regarding said "lodge activities and the money they suck - it was easier to go shop, lodge, make the sandwiches and move on with my day.... and I did.
Home, supper, football, fall asleep due to 2 nights of back trouble, wake up watch, wonder WHY I woke up, then bag the game knowing full well it wasn't going to be a pretty ending... and it wasn't.
Up later than my usual time, remembering in vivid color why I now get up early... into work leave a bit early for Ladies' group meeting which promises to be long and boring, find out couple of kids have bailed on me for dinner helpers so.. get moving up to the lodge, all is good... dinner done. My troubled kid and her mom show up so I got to give hugs and talk and generally let both know they have a support system in place if they need it. I hope that helps. we shall see.
So... meeting, long, clean up committee, longer, home 11:45 PM. Bubba and pups in bed, me not far behind, up longer to mellow out and digest all the nibbles I kept sneaking all night long... urp. Slept in late Tuesday morning and paid a HEAVY price... 2 hours into work and I wanted to work a longer day to make up for Monday and Thursday.... ouch and double. I have promised myself not to complain about the hour I arise and the carpool I enjoy any more - that drive was just painful.
Today - up early-- out 30 minutes later than carpool, but still 35 minutes into work - can you beat that! Yes actually if I had been in the carpool lane it really would have been zippy-do and da! I am today also working a bit long so I can leave a bit earlier on Thursday Nana is leaving early, Sis is not - since I don't think Nana will take kindly to sitting in her car waiting for me to check in Thursday night - I will make my way north a bit earlier than I planned - bonus dinner with Nana... now where did I put that guide book for the outlets... and I wonder what she wants to eat...
Tonight! That boys and girls promises to be a busy one, we have a kitchen to clean and dinner to prepare, we have laundry that needs finished and probably some ironing but that will wait until Sunday... and football... I have to make sure Bubba has enough supplies not to starve to death in the 2.75 days I will be gone... :-)
Yes he knows how to order in, pick and in some cases delivery... my biggest concern is the pups - he has to remember I'm not home and to get his backside home and deal with them... oh yeah Bubba and be nice and pet them and love them... not feed them and ignore them... Not that Shelby will let you but hey...
What else do I need to take with me... oh yes the Bubba detector to ensure he does not hear me speaking of his family - just in case the topic should arise... my sneakers, my warm woolies and my enjoyment of watching the little acorn frustrate the young sapling and the might oak... i.e. Niece M, My sister and my mother for those nuts did not fall far from their trees... I on the other hand did not roll far from Daddy's tree of 'let it go - until the flaming temper of white hot anger - then the cooling breeze of having released....
I wonder if that is mentioned in that work personality thing I took ... I'll go back and read that one. If not it should be or it could be a good heavy metal band name And now taking to the stage Flaming Temper of White Hot Anger" (insert drunken crowd noise here)
My brain is a twisty scary place isn't it?
speaking of twists - just had a fun thought - I wonder if Shelby is going to try and get Bubba up at o-dark-30 when I arise because she wants breakfast and it's time to pee.... oh yeah that should be fun... more so when he calls me and announce that he didn't get up and found a present later when he did... I really shouldn't laugh -- really not funny at ALL.. (snort giggle) Ahem.
So That is all the news that is fit to print, I will fully document my estrogen filled weekend of shopping and fun upon my return so stay tuned for that bit of fun and with any luck good gossip!
Saturday, November 5, 2011
How was your anniversary dear?
Well Wednesday was nice... a dozen TWO dozen red roses and all very lovely... (edited as it was pointed out me my poor math skills later Saturday night)
Saturday -- well it didn't start well and hasn't gotten much better. 4:30 AM bladder full and back is cranky, one taken care of the other doused with aspirin - well apparently the drugs made my muscles in my back crankier instead of better - so 2 hours later when they were doing their own version of a three quarters twist with a full frontal landing I was up, sucking wind and wonder who was sticking pins in their voodoo doll this early in the morning... sooo up slowly, moving slowly, dogs up and NOT moving slowly, bending over VERY slowly to get clothing and carefully make my way downstairs to let the dogs out and let Bubba sleep. One accomplished the other not so much - but he somehow managed to roll over and continue snoring to beat the band... way to solider on honey...
So out, in, fed, me pounding Advil like they are tic-taks and wondering if we still had some good pain killers then remembered the heating pad. So.. again SLOWLY up the stairs, knew they weren't in the closet as we had very recently cleaned those out, up and redone.. so I looked and ahhhh it was there... back down stairs, jack up the heat and put up my feet in Bubba's chair... about the time everything unraveled and one or both of my sisters in law got tired of jamming the needle into their Aunt Ing doll I finally started to drift back to sleep and RING! the freaking phone was ringing at 8AM in the morning even... of course I couldn't move fast enough from the chair to the phone and by the time I got to it he was up...
The call, oh joy oh bliss was from a Rainbow Mom telling me her little darling wasn't making the to-do today due to the fact she packed a bag and ran away from home last night. Now these are the good parents and they are involved and concerned and they did call the police, tried her friends and are convinced that she is with one of them... I haven't dare call the house later today to make sure she's gotten home but I may email later to see if she made it home in one piece... SO with that bit of news I was up and knew any napping would be done about bed time tonight... but I did go back and sit on that nice warm heating pad because I knew it was up and moving....
So up and showered he decided that now was the time to deal with health insurance selections - of course my starts (the time to select a new one) about 2 days AFTER his ends, I figured they would have the information up on the internal web - nope we got a "check back for more information" on the web site which of course makes him all sorts of happy... so I look around thinking maybe I can pull up last year's stuff - there is some not much and of course Major Crankypants is coming for a visit so I ask him where would he like me to pull this data from? The magically Internet fairies of my company have apparently taken the day off... finally we bag that idea I go shower and he goes and does Bubba things - whatever they may be today and I made us breakfast we chatted about things we needed to get done Christmas lists, we each called parents, mine as usual were out and about and unavailable, his out and about but his mother answered the phone and will get back to us... after all we have a deadline - I'm going shopping next week and frankly, right now 3 days sans Bubba is sounding like heaven.
Ok so putz, putz, fight over the fact that a AMEX bill got mislaid and was being paid 2 days late - interest and charges and so I went back and paid the whole bill through next month... thank goodness for on line bill pay -- then I have a Girl's group thing to deal with - outside of the runaway kid, plus I said he would help lay out the carpet for the Ladies group thing on Monday... since we're there we did that, got some things moved, we were waiting for folks he went and got a hair cut, kids came and went, things were handled and I finished up the set up waiting for him to get back, I was 99% done when he arrived, and we shut off lights and away we went.
Of course before that I had to get spaghetti sauce for the girls the assembly was supposed to bring that for the dinner - and let the bitching begin a new... $17 for 3 large jars of sauce of course I did the math wrong, spent 70 cents more than I should have "for a dinner we're not going to" and the second chorus of the day of "you spend too much money and we're never going to retire" (sing it like a country and western tune works better that way I have found)
So we're headed home and again he starts singing the same old tune, this time with the added stanza of who I gave to charity, the police and Slippery Rock, both of which we have done previously and it ain't a whole lot a money... now it's an issue we're only doing for family and friends. Fine, shall we add that to the list of pre-approved topics and other such things you Bubba must approve??? Bubba - Happy Anniversary stick it in your ear - I got one card for the neighbors we are spending the evening with, panty hose, knee highs and 2 books. Sue me. I bought a new exercise video and still haven't managed to make time to use it --- I'm working on it.
So what I'm saying is... yes I spend more money than Bubba, but no I don't spend it like its a crime to have it. Our bills are paid - mostly on time when someone doesn't lay it down where it doesn't belong and the other certain someone won't EVER admit to moving it...
Speaking of late bills -- we pay on line and during out little "you don't care about wasting money"spat part 1 of X today I mentioned that I could indeed pull up every bill for the past year and count on ONE hand how many have been late... so you chuck it up to shit happens, it won't happen again and freaking move on with your day. Its done, you can't change it you pay up remember this sucks and learn.. but a certain Major Crankypants has to stand there and have his little fit and 3/4's calling me everything but a lady - when I again point out both pieces of the above information to which he has not come back and we all simply move on with our day.
OK Bubba the butthead just came in and said the following to me... and I'm quoting "Why don't you come out here and pull up all this grass around this flower in the pot maybe it will make it through winter"
I replied "Probably should leave it as it at this point to protect it over the winter" Who knows but what ever...
Then I get this..."You kill everything, you do everything half assed - you start something and never finish it. You are so damn lazy." then he storms out.
I simply do not understand that statement and what's funnier my profile from work says that I hate to leave things unfinished. So F-U very much Bubba the butthead for adding another layer of puppy present on what has already been a super-fab Wedding anniversary.
At least it's a good dinner tonight and fun with friends and not just time alone with the Major Cranky-butthead.. plus I'm counting on wine with dinner and perhaps drinks later. :-)
See things are looking up already. I will detail dinner tomorrow... post
Saturday -- well it didn't start well and hasn't gotten much better. 4:30 AM bladder full and back is cranky, one taken care of the other doused with aspirin - well apparently the drugs made my muscles in my back crankier instead of better - so 2 hours later when they were doing their own version of a three quarters twist with a full frontal landing I was up, sucking wind and wonder who was sticking pins in their voodoo doll this early in the morning... sooo up slowly, moving slowly, dogs up and NOT moving slowly, bending over VERY slowly to get clothing and carefully make my way downstairs to let the dogs out and let Bubba sleep. One accomplished the other not so much - but he somehow managed to roll over and continue snoring to beat the band... way to solider on honey...
So out, in, fed, me pounding Advil like they are tic-taks and wondering if we still had some good pain killers then remembered the heating pad. So.. again SLOWLY up the stairs, knew they weren't in the closet as we had very recently cleaned those out, up and redone.. so I looked and ahhhh it was there... back down stairs, jack up the heat and put up my feet in Bubba's chair... about the time everything unraveled and one or both of my sisters in law got tired of jamming the needle into their Aunt Ing doll I finally started to drift back to sleep and RING! the freaking phone was ringing at 8AM in the morning even... of course I couldn't move fast enough from the chair to the phone and by the time I got to it he was up...
The call, oh joy oh bliss was from a Rainbow Mom telling me her little darling wasn't making the to-do today due to the fact she packed a bag and ran away from home last night. Now these are the good parents and they are involved and concerned and they did call the police, tried her friends and are convinced that she is with one of them... I haven't dare call the house later today to make sure she's gotten home but I may email later to see if she made it home in one piece... SO with that bit of news I was up and knew any napping would be done about bed time tonight... but I did go back and sit on that nice warm heating pad because I knew it was up and moving....
So up and showered he decided that now was the time to deal with health insurance selections - of course my starts (the time to select a new one) about 2 days AFTER his ends, I figured they would have the information up on the internal web - nope we got a "check back for more information" on the web site which of course makes him all sorts of happy... so I look around thinking maybe I can pull up last year's stuff - there is some not much and of course Major Crankypants is coming for a visit so I ask him where would he like me to pull this data from? The magically Internet fairies of my company have apparently taken the day off... finally we bag that idea I go shower and he goes and does Bubba things - whatever they may be today and I made us breakfast we chatted about things we needed to get done Christmas lists, we each called parents, mine as usual were out and about and unavailable, his out and about but his mother answered the phone and will get back to us... after all we have a deadline - I'm going shopping next week and frankly, right now 3 days sans Bubba is sounding like heaven.
Ok so putz, putz, fight over the fact that a AMEX bill got mislaid and was being paid 2 days late - interest and charges and so I went back and paid the whole bill through next month... thank goodness for on line bill pay -- then I have a Girl's group thing to deal with - outside of the runaway kid, plus I said he would help lay out the carpet for the Ladies group thing on Monday... since we're there we did that, got some things moved, we were waiting for folks he went and got a hair cut, kids came and went, things were handled and I finished up the set up waiting for him to get back, I was 99% done when he arrived, and we shut off lights and away we went.
Of course before that I had to get spaghetti sauce for the girls the assembly was supposed to bring that for the dinner - and let the bitching begin a new... $17 for 3 large jars of sauce of course I did the math wrong, spent 70 cents more than I should have "for a dinner we're not going to" and the second chorus of the day of "you spend too much money and we're never going to retire" (sing it like a country and western tune works better that way I have found)
So we're headed home and again he starts singing the same old tune, this time with the added stanza of who I gave to charity, the police and Slippery Rock, both of which we have done previously and it ain't a whole lot a money... now it's an issue we're only doing for family and friends. Fine, shall we add that to the list of pre-approved topics and other such things you Bubba must approve??? Bubba - Happy Anniversary stick it in your ear - I got one card for the neighbors we are spending the evening with, panty hose, knee highs and 2 books. Sue me. I bought a new exercise video and still haven't managed to make time to use it --- I'm working on it.
So what I'm saying is... yes I spend more money than Bubba, but no I don't spend it like its a crime to have it. Our bills are paid - mostly on time when someone doesn't lay it down where it doesn't belong and the other certain someone won't EVER admit to moving it...
Speaking of late bills -- we pay on line and during out little "you don't care about wasting money"spat part 1 of X today I mentioned that I could indeed pull up every bill for the past year and count on ONE hand how many have been late... so you chuck it up to shit happens, it won't happen again and freaking move on with your day. Its done, you can't change it you pay up remember this sucks and learn.. but a certain Major Crankypants has to stand there and have his little fit and 3/4's calling me everything but a lady - when I again point out both pieces of the above information to which he has not come back and we all simply move on with our day.
OK Bubba the butthead just came in and said the following to me... and I'm quoting "Why don't you come out here and pull up all this grass around this flower in the pot maybe it will make it through winter"
I replied "Probably should leave it as it at this point to protect it over the winter" Who knows but what ever...
Then I get this..."You kill everything, you do everything half assed - you start something and never finish it. You are so damn lazy." then he storms out.
I simply do not understand that statement and what's funnier my profile from work says that I hate to leave things unfinished. So F-U very much Bubba the butthead for adding another layer of puppy present on what has already been a super-fab Wedding anniversary.
At least it's a good dinner tonight and fun with friends and not just time alone with the Major Cranky-butthead.. plus I'm counting on wine with dinner and perhaps drinks later. :-)
See things are looking up already. I will detail dinner tomorrow... post
Thursday, November 3, 2011
workday Day 3
Work, right now, is as interesting as watching white paint dry.. why white? At least with a vibrant color it might change a bit and you can watch for those subtle changes... white is just white and let's face it watching paint dry is not a productive way to enjoy your day now is it? I can answer that... NO!
Now I will say Tuesday was entertaining, I went into work for 2 hours - then drove 3 minutes to my company's HQ to spend the day at Mentor training. Now they told the mentors who had done this before no need to show up before lunch - and yet didn't have have several exercises where they encouraged you to talk to your mentor... mine wasn't there so I played with my phone, mad and ticked off...
Then she showed up - and it was better. I'm still not 100% sure about this but it certainly can't hurt. The one thing I see disappearing are my nice easy 8 hour days; she wants me to get on proposal work, those people work long hours and weekends - my poor puppies oh yeah and Bubba will have to get his fanny home every now and again. We shall see -- or I could retire in place at (insert my age here) and get a lot of reading done... and no - I would be contemplating belly button lint for the 10th day in a row then I would go find a spoon and attempt some sort of personal harry-carry... no thank you.
After my last job, right now, things are good, and that is good but I don't particularly care for several days in a row of nothing to do... especially today as it promises to be a long day due to carpool arrangements and my agreeing to wait.... I'm debating going to a long meeting just to have something interesting to do but then again I would be away from my computer and that would suck...so I think I might just stay here... I have Internet, news TV and maybe some internal web surfing for something interesting... we shall see.
On the home front, Bubba got home at 10:40 last night - me and the pups were in bed SOUND asleep of course lights, bed movement and I mumble something I hope sounded like" hi, how was dinner?" and frankly I don't remember if he gave an answer...these hours are killing me... however, on the up side, I get home early (except for tonight) and I can go get things done and the dogs are fine, and maybe having a shorter day.
So.. I have to tell you all about this mentor business, I was selected out of 500 applicants to participate in this program. Groovy - a work friend said it's all about getting to know people and that was all it was about the whole program... fine with me as with this new job I have completely cut myself off from my network...which in hindsight might be a good thing. :-D As I told Mentor-lady I may not be a problem but I can sometimes be a problem child. But I try hard not to-- really! STOP LAUGHING.
ahem. ANY way I have several goals we agreed to start working and I've got a plan to work on line and then we're meeting again in a few weeks to discuss my plan and make adjustments-- we'll see how this goes. Keeping an open mind.
We spent most of the morning talking about our DISC assessment or what personality box do you fit into... most of which I don't really get about me... OK well parts of it.. according to this assessment when I am stressed I am perceived as aloof, hesitant, inflexible while when SERIOUSLY stressed I am possessive, stubborn and insensitive. Seriously? Frankly I think I'm a crazy person under stress hardly cold and undemonstrative - read this blog is that mellow? Hardly. Of course there is then my "adapted" style which is how we change our personalities to fit into our working situations... apparently my inner people person comes out... I have to talk to people at work - more so in this role than previous ones... so yeah - still not going to "hug it out" NOT happening. .. and there is that undemonstrative side... my low numbers in the area called compliance, which means I'm stubborn and opinionated... NO! Really? Moi? Opinionated? I have no idea where that came from... OK still not funny....
So having my personality ripped apart and then I was matched with a mentor who is basically the polar opposite of me... should prove to be interesting. Now I'm off to create my plan ... where do I see myself in 3-5 years... right now... Older.
Happy Thursday.
Now I will say Tuesday was entertaining, I went into work for 2 hours - then drove 3 minutes to my company's HQ to spend the day at Mentor training. Now they told the mentors who had done this before no need to show up before lunch - and yet didn't have have several exercises where they encouraged you to talk to your mentor... mine wasn't there so I played with my phone, mad and ticked off...
Then she showed up - and it was better. I'm still not 100% sure about this but it certainly can't hurt. The one thing I see disappearing are my nice easy 8 hour days; she wants me to get on proposal work, those people work long hours and weekends - my poor puppies oh yeah and Bubba will have to get his fanny home every now and again. We shall see -- or I could retire in place at (insert my age here) and get a lot of reading done... and no - I would be contemplating belly button lint for the 10th day in a row then I would go find a spoon and attempt some sort of personal harry-carry... no thank you.
After my last job, right now, things are good, and that is good but I don't particularly care for several days in a row of nothing to do... especially today as it promises to be a long day due to carpool arrangements and my agreeing to wait.... I'm debating going to a long meeting just to have something interesting to do but then again I would be away from my computer and that would suck...so I think I might just stay here... I have Internet, news TV and maybe some internal web surfing for something interesting... we shall see.
On the home front, Bubba got home at 10:40 last night - me and the pups were in bed SOUND asleep of course lights, bed movement and I mumble something I hope sounded like" hi, how was dinner?" and frankly I don't remember if he gave an answer...these hours are killing me... however, on the up side, I get home early (except for tonight) and I can go get things done and the dogs are fine, and maybe having a shorter day.
So.. I have to tell you all about this mentor business, I was selected out of 500 applicants to participate in this program. Groovy - a work friend said it's all about getting to know people and that was all it was about the whole program... fine with me as with this new job I have completely cut myself off from my network...which in hindsight might be a good thing. :-D As I told Mentor-lady I may not be a problem but I can sometimes be a problem child. But I try hard not to-- really! STOP LAUGHING.
ahem. ANY way I have several goals we agreed to start working and I've got a plan to work on line and then we're meeting again in a few weeks to discuss my plan and make adjustments-- we'll see how this goes. Keeping an open mind.
We spent most of the morning talking about our DISC assessment or what personality box do you fit into... most of which I don't really get about me... OK well parts of it.. according to this assessment when I am stressed I am perceived as aloof, hesitant, inflexible while when SERIOUSLY stressed I am possessive, stubborn and insensitive. Seriously? Frankly I think I'm a crazy person under stress hardly cold and undemonstrative - read this blog is that mellow? Hardly. Of course there is then my "adapted" style which is how we change our personalities to fit into our working situations... apparently my inner people person comes out... I have to talk to people at work - more so in this role than previous ones... so yeah - still not going to "hug it out" NOT happening. .. and there is that undemonstrative side... my low numbers in the area called compliance, which means I'm stubborn and opinionated... NO! Really? Moi? Opinionated? I have no idea where that came from... OK still not funny....
So having my personality ripped apart and then I was matched with a mentor who is basically the polar opposite of me... should prove to be interesting. Now I'm off to create my plan ... where do I see myself in 3-5 years... right now... Older.
Happy Thursday.
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