Color me AMAZED!

The party last night was something else!!!   The Smithsonian was something else! HUGE - and food, was GREAT - the company was fab and I ran into ALL kinds of people I knew!  It blew me away!   Bubba of course was ticked as between talking and meeting and greeting and snaring the appetizers walk abouts we didn't get to see as much of the museum as he wanted to -- and they kicked us out at 11:00 PM.  By then my dogs were howling to beat the band so I wasn't terribly unhappy about it.. yeah bummed that we didn't have more time to explore but still got a good over view.

I am debating with myself whether or not to write a letter to the nice folks to paid for all that - in hopes they find a way to do it again next year!  First time I ate well and enjoyed a party.  Previous years the story has been go have a meal on the company while having to shout over a band or a DJ with so-so holiday food so friends from work can dress up and go out.   Frankly - I'd rather pick the restaurant and go it myself.   After last night - I want more of that kind of party!!

Violet today is the same, she was up and moving, ate half her breakfast slept for a bit, gets up with Shelby "the regular" for Shelby's second outside visit, then came back inside finished off breakfast and went back to sleep.   Bubba went to work for a bit - and there was a moment or two of peace.  Not before which he left me wondering how to boobie trap his chair - and not be home when it happens.  But then darling butthead calls and said he wanted to meet up for lunch.  Sigh.  So we do that, he heads home, with instructions to please start the dishwasher, me off to the grocery store for the week's supplies.

I get home, he manages to open the door for me but doesn't take a bag, or help me unload a thing - thanks honey.  Then I see my plate and fork sitting in the sink from the egg I made myself for breakfast - he left it in the sink - and yes managed to remember to start the dishwasher.   When I asked darling husband why he didn't think to put plate and fork in the new fangled dish-type washer machine he said "you said it was full so I didn't look".    Let me translate - he has specific instructions of where the little soap packets were, where to put in dishwasher said little soap packet and what button to turn the darn thing on... even if he did see the plate in the sink those were not in his instructions and therefore null and void.   And you wonder why I blog --- or maybe by now not so much.

So I'm home and I putz, put away the last of my Christmas ware in terms of cookie platters used to haul sandwiches, Christmas glasses, and mug now all clean.  Put them all down in the closet, gather up the laundry and get that started - oh and did I mention Bubba actually fixed my dryer!   He made mention of the only good use for the Internet was for stuff like this...it was a little switch that had to be replaced that when the door opened turned off the dryer.  Apparently this switch decided it had had enough banging from the door and either refused to turn on or turned off when it wanted to - it made drying the clothes quite the adventure - not to mention the darn thing would only turn on for Bubba. 

BUT!  thanks to the Internet - Bubba found the issue, undid the part, we were headed to the Sears parts place, but Bubba wanted me to call the closer Sears store to see if they had the part.  I called they switched to me to national service center, she said they didn't have it, but could order for us - easy-peazy as we have bought appliances from them before so - they had our info on file (won't mention big brother at ALL here) and done.  Do we head home to enjoy a task being done? (this was last weekend anyway) No - my darling husband continues to Sears "just to make sure they don't have the part because I wanted to get this done today" 2 January).    Let me sum up - he wanted me to call to see if they had the part, then told they didn't, STILL wants to go to the store - just in case.   It still makes my head hurt.

Right now I am blogging and the Steelers are on the TV.  This boys and girls is so that my blood pressure will again return to a normal number and not "what the F is this?" numbers I'm sure they were 30 or minutes ago.   Apparently our defensive line is being held together with duct tape and bubble gum - as is our Quarterback.  Now the big rough defensive boys are sitting down because they are hurt - the QB - is still out then forgetting what color HIS team is wearing today.....

Right now down by a touchdown but based upon the crap calls and uttered football words from darling Bubba - it isn't all sunny in Denver right now... and if we do manage to survive this - we have to go to New England?    Really?  Let Te-bow go and take the over.   Who knows they could manage to pull this out - and I'll wake up a size 10 tomorrow.

On a final note, a person with whom I have a volunteer working relationship with is the type of person - who I know is trying to do good things but she does it in such a way that I want to murder her on a frequent and regular basis.  Like calling my house during a playoff football game - pumpkin ask your husband - who is almost as equally clueless and just don't.  Email me like the rest of the world and leave me alone....   I didn't answer the phone or the cell phone, she left a message I will listen and respond after the football game.   Lady I wear black and gold ALL the time - pay attention.   Or maybe I should have taken the call... anything to distract me from this mess in Denver....

I guess I'll go fold laundry and ponder my place in the universe.

Let me leave you with this bit of funny.... reading a book (on my kindle!) and there was a word that I must pass along... parsimonious  it means unwilling to spend money or use resources. 
Google gave me:

1: exhibiting or marked by parsimony; especially : frugal to the point of stinginess

2: sparing, restrained

 

Sound like anyone we know  and love?? 

Oh yeah going to have to find a way to use that one.