Welcome to Sunday...

Which as you know is one of my favorite days of the week, made even better to be followed by Holiday Monday - which means we made plans for Power Grid tonight.  Addicted neighbor called junkie power grid-er over here and ta-da we have plans. 

Right now I am frankly avoiding the other 600 things I should be doing.  Of course then I stop, go deal with laundry and return to the keyboard... after I got up and remembered why I went upstairs which yes included the paper recycle run from the office - but I knew there was something else... couldn't remember down stairs, started to blog - remembered - when back upstairs and pulled the chicken out of the freezer for dinner - I need help.   I've got serious CRS.  (can't remember 'stuff').

Bubba is in the other room bouncing between football and hockey so he is in guy heaven. 

Let me go off on a small tangent here... Bubba sitting in his chair, me, usually sitting on the couch my nose (now) buried in a Kindle things are nice, quiet for the TV, dogs usually sleeping... then Turrets Bubba comes out and he SHOUTS at me just my name or the nickname du jour... I'm 3 feet away from him.   And there is nothing else - just 'ING!"  then he goes back to his TV coma.  It's like Bubba sonar - he has to Ping me at full volume to make sure I'm still sitting over there.   He keeps this crap up when I'm, say, 85 I'll drop dead.  THEN where will he be?   Heck he does it to me now when I am dead asleep on the couch - and it's a shock to my sleeping system.   But when I ask him what he wants or with inserted football word;  I just either get stupid smiling Bubba or ignore me Bubba as the game, movie or TV show has returned to the screen.  What the heck?!!!  And he does it while I'm in here avoiding work.. commerical comes on and ING!  without anything else to follow.  

I have no answers for this bit of stupidity other than maybe somewhere in his childhood his mother went off for more cleaning products and left him home alone.  So he feels the need to shout to ensure the people in the house are accounted for on a regular interval.   Or maybe he's just annoying on a molecular level and this is the price I am paying for some sin in a past life.   Frankly I'm beginning to wonder if I wasn't Marie Antoinette in a past life... I'm working off something big!

Yesterday was Girl's group day... up and moving, showered, dressed, packed, and Bubba and I enjoyed breakfast together and timed it well!!  We walked in place half empty 15 minutes later packed with a wait!   I had a good 45 minutes to kill waiting for girls - it was peaceful.   Meeting went fine, girls need some practice, and the dance was fine. LOUD and full of whiny teenagers who want to go home... but fine.  I got my reports done, except for one - perhaps I should follow my own advice and read the emails more carefully.   Whoops.

Now I have today to do what I want, including laundry, dishes, dinner and of course power grid.  Tomorrow is oil change, car wash, grocery shopping, lodge appointment, ultra sound for Violet, Girls' group meeting and the ever popular make lunches, clean up and prep for next week.  

Now the tale of Miss Violet... they found a blob on her x-ray doc says not a big deal, radiologist says - might be cancer.   OK - might be, Ultra sound Monday, MAY tell us more - then CT scan?  Um - I hate to ask - can't we put a needle in this and check it?  Unless that CT is a definite - I'm not so sure we're going to deal with all this.   Poor girl is 12 - upper range for coon hounds.  Like mid 80's for people and do I want to put this poor dog through all that?  I made these mistakes with the beagle and I feared he suffered in the end and I don't want that again.   So we're holding all options until Monday and maybe some more definite answers. 

I have to wonder also if I'm burying my worry about Violet and whatever else because lately I have had some crazy dreams - for some reason half the time I end up back at college, or somewhere where I have NO idea where I am and who knows what else?   Either that or lay off the cheese and zippy spice chips before bed.   Who knows.  ;-)


All right off to up load some insurance docs, and research some doctors and just maybe get things in order today.   (insert hysterical laughter --here)