Am I done yet??!??

Here I sit Sunday night, my long list of @#$% to get done has a number of items crossed off and yet I am still not done.  I can happily report my Christmas tree is up, with lights, and ornaments.  And if I do say so myself it looks darn nice.  The house is like wise all dolled up for Christmas and yesterday (Saturday) afternoon as I was dancing about the house to the holiday favs via Satellite TV there was general happiness.   Bubba was actually helpful, hauled up tree, helped with lights and even managed to fix a couple of broken tree hangings... ah.

And that is as far as I got, as darling Bubba needed something or the dinner buzzer went off and the rest of my Sunday was spent eating or sleeping.  I needed to come to work; I need the rest.  Some thoughts on my weekend, first I was very efficient and organized, not only did I have my master list from earlier this week, I compiled a second list with more immediate details to make sure I got all this crap done!  And in a fit of complete nerd-dom I set my oven timer to make sure I stopped with the Christmas decorating issues to give myself enough time to shower, dress, primp and get out the door to dinner with Deborah and Bubba.  And yes, he tagged along - to dinner, which was fine, he did get all turned around when he didn't follow me the back way and got all semi-cranky, then he parked in the busy section of the parking lot where Deborah and I know the double secret garage location that everyone else forgets about.. ah well.


Anyway-- dinner was enjoyed by all,we had plenty of left overs and thankfully Bubba took mine home, and Deborah and I made our way to the Strafford Music Hall in Maryland - oh my was it nice, and parking and walking - covered walk way - so so very nice.   I must say hearing The Messiah done my professionals sure beats the snot out of my fuzzy memories of high school choir.
 I could just gush on and on but I won't... but I must stay it was certainly "cul-ture".  (Joke from a friend of Deborah's when she attempted to explain where she was going Saturday night the response from (male obviously) friend was "AH -- Cul-ture") Very funny.

A lovely evening, wrapped up and headed home by 11:30.

Now when I got home Bubba tells me that his least favorite person from my Girl's group has called and she would be up until 11:00 PM waiting for my return.  I arrived home at 11:40 -- no way I was calling her at 20 minutes to midnight!  I know it's regarding rides to the Girl's group event on Sunday - not critically life threatening - so I went to bed..after a bit.  She called the house 9 AM and of course woke Bubba.  I was awake.  Why was I awake I have NO flipping idea.  At 6:30 in the morning I woke up, bladder full as usual tried to crawl back into bed but just laid there waiting for the sleepy to come back.   I might as well have waited for Bubba to roll over sit up in bed and tell me he'd never question another dime I spent.   Prepare for the second coming boys and girls if I every post that bit of news....

 So I opened my reading light, pissed off the husband who - well timed as usual - managed to roll over just in time to get blinded by the light - and no he didn't start singing the song - and what exactly is that singer wrapped in anyway?? Never could figure that one out.

I digress... read a bit, attempted to go back to sleep - bagged that idea, so finally got moving an hour later.  Me, dogs and life tended, then finished the tree, packed up that mess, made breakfast as my time was running short, got myself dressed for the annual Girls' group trip to sing to old people.   Like their lives weren't tough enough.  Although I must say they seemed to enjoy it, we give out little gifties, then sit through a church service.   Now someone PLEASE explain to me why oh why must we sing every verse of every song in the service?   AND why does the man playing the piano have no idea how fast or slow a song should be played?   Here is a clue skippy - when the people singing the song are 3 WORDS ahead of where you are in the music - pick up the beat.   Cripes - and yes through all FOUR versus of every song we sung.   No wonder I always need over the counter medications with this trip - I always think it's the kids.  - well... no won't go there.

So - got home from that adventure my feet are killing me, I am happily out of the dress and stupidly promised Bubba a cooked meal - a labor intensive cooked meal... FINE.   He did go grocery shopping to two different stores to get the enchilada sauce he liked - so I could stand on my feet for another hour and get things tended.  Which I did.   Dinner was enjoyed - and I went to bed, well after I fell asleep.  Perhaps I should stay sitting up on the couch - I seem to fall asleep there better than any place else.   but I would freeze things off in the night and it would confuse the pups.  Must do the right thing for the children - four legged or not.

Now Monday - ah Monday.  Peaceful, quiet - TOO early.   Up at now the usual time of 4:30 AM -- and again who the @#$% knew this hour of the day existed for human beings.  Well frankly it doesn't because if some poor slob were to ask me a question at that hour of the day my answer would be some mumbling incoherent mess of heaven knows what and with my luck I'd end up in some re-education camp for wayward lesbian Christians who want unicorn farts to power their monster truck.   And didn't that take a very strange turn to the left?  Let's back away slowly shall we?

Ahem.  Well this week promises to keep me busy work wise and other - wise.  Once again we have our weekly list which was desperately trying to break down to into smaller doable nightly lists which then got added back on to the lists for the remainder of the week - which now is on the back and front of the sheet of paper and  - oh screw it.   I'll get things done like I always do - at the last freaking minute with Bubba screaming about something else entirely while I frantically try to be all things to all people and forget something important like wrapping Christmas presents or something.    Never mind.

So now it is raining, it has rained all day but I shall not complain too much because frankly boys and girls - you don't have to shovel rain.  It falls, it rolls way and only leaves its presence felt on dogs, muddy paws and frizzy hair.   I shall prevail.  And I shall be dead to the world asleep when it happens - someone email me with that will you?