I say that only in the full medical disclosure kind of way... in another in the unending series of doctor visits, tests and the like that are leading up to this surgery in June... yesterday was another. Don't ask me to say it or spell it - basically the doctor stuck a tube in my mouth all the way down to my tummy took a look around, up and down made sure this were groovy and done. Of course I was completely out for the entire thing.
I wish all things were that easy - go in, check in, only half undress, they wheel you in, make you loopy then you wake up - oh sure there is something going on in between but you're out so you don't care. Up dressed, and outta there in 2.5 hours. Bubba of course had his computer with him - and I found it interesting as we're sitting there - him not talking doing that me trying to talk to him... the nurse shook her head and quipped, "can't leave it behind can they?" I smiled and said, "nope - not at all" and heaven forbid he just close the freaking laptop and talk to his wife for 10 minutes. Not that Bubba the conversationalist is something to write home about - he's not.
So, we went to lunch, as the procedure was too quick for him to get breakfast... then he went to the Vet to pick up the written prescription so he could order Violet's drugs on line - and because I told him to deal with it - I wanted no parts - you do SOMETHING --- then he went and bought a lottery ticket - because hey $540 million might even have Bubba relaxing for 30 seconds about the money I spend... on second thought... ah never mind it sucks all the fun out of winning the lottery.
So after all that Bubba asks if he ran another errand - I said no I was ready to go home... no I wasn't getting out of the car again except to put on comfy clothes and sit down. I was still loopy.
Home, changed, loved pups, they were in and out, and about the time I laid down, Violet was with me sleeping and Shelby was upstairs outside then in with Bubba - who was upstairs working. Yes Nana he actually stayed home the entire time.
And Bubba did dinner - I didn't pre-cook the turkey burgers because - ick. Thankfully it wasn't raining so Bubba put them on the grill, all cooked, good to go, he had them all pretty much ready I went upstairs to help out a bit, and put everything back in the fridge - Bubba has left ice cream out.
We survived, I slept the day away, ate dinner watched 1/2 of a hockey game, went to bed early and slept in until 6:20... and still managed to get into work at 8:30 AM.
Weekend - again is booked, tonight more window people, Saturday a 5th estimate, Saturday late afternoon a lodge meeting - that Bubba called dealing with the building... then over to the neighbors for Power Grid, the Sunday I'm going to Cumberland Maryland for a Shriners things - support of a former Rainbow girl. It's all groovy I'm going with my Maryland Mom.
AND I've got a ton of paperwork to deal with for Girl's Group on Monday and they want to meet with 2 other girls separately regarding a State function. Bubba will be so pleased.... NOT.
Happy Friday... I hope its less dreary where you are...
Friday, March 30, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Surviving Part II
So, we are at Saturday lunch discussing the Big Award - I managed not to lose my lunch over wife 1's crack about her husband - ah nope. But that was AFTER I spent lunch with the 2.5 or technically 3 Jewish mothers - such whining - one mother gets to the convention and is sick... of course every other face book post she's either sick or someone in her house is... yeesh. Another works nights and constantly complains about no sleep, not being able to get off of work etc. The third is on portable oxygen and couldn't be bothered to sit on a chair at the pool watching the younger girls - while I was engaged elsewhere... she announced at dinner how much she enjoyed her nap.
Trust me when I say what a master of control and brain to mouth filter tightening it took not to leap across the table and wrap that plastic tube around her neck - and yank hard. Nap - all the years I have tended to her kids - all the drama.... (ok in and out and in... ahhhh zen Ok)
So where was I? Oh yes whining adults - it is merely a coincidence that share a religious belief. Seriously. Other wise they would be whiny Catholic mothers - and if they were Italian I would have got it -- no still no - suck it up and deal... yeesh and enough already.
OK So Saturday practice - I screw up kid doesn't have to stay I say yes - then realize she didn't so I take her upstairs - go nap - relax. I did apologize when I'm wrong I say so.
Saturday night was fun - I saw my kids do their thing, I saw a Dad bust his buttons over his 11 year old daughter get her first state office - I breathed into a bag again when I saw where they were sitting. I talked the girl in the #2 slot from a complete panic - and her sister helped and filled me in on details she didn't tell me... it's good, its groovy - where is TASH?
That was the fun part of keeping the kid with ADD entertained, she would wander off by herself - a lot. We played a lot of the Girl's group version of where's Waldo with where is she?>?!?!
Thankfully Saturday night at the dance my crew pooped out early - we went up a 12:50 the dance had another 40 minutes to go... WHY oh WHY this idiot woman thought 1:30 in the freaking morning after 2 days of running and going was such a good freaking idea I don't have a clue. Sunday - was peaceful except for the rush to get everyone packed and organized before breakfast, then to breakfast, a good one - and then home.... ah home.
But in a tale of honest I must give my tale of dorkness Saturday night... in a long dress and 2 inch heels I decided to take picture of my girls getting their state office pins. I walked up front - stepped in front of folks, snapped my pic, reversed and sat back down. Repeat 5 times - number 6... back up missed chair, land on the floor on my backside laughing like a loon.... in front of the entire state executive board - 9/10's of those folks who don't like me much anyway!!! If I had popped right back up - probably only a few people would noticed - instead I sat there laughing like an idiot, and finally righted myself. I imagine that is already making the rounds back home too... as the leader from PA and a friend of my mothers' mentioned my grace at Sunday breakfast... yes oober dork - right here.
They won't soon let me forget that one.
Now it is already Wednesday the work week has been equal parts interesting and not so much. Got my review - I got 1/2 of percent above average raise. 2.5% - wow could they afford it. But - I got a nice bump last year so we'll let this go - this year. Next year I'm bucking for a promotion and other goodies. We'll see
Of course when I got home Sunday, tired, grumpy and ready to have no one call my name for at least 4 days - Bubba goes to get a massage. He too almost died where he stood - but then I embraced the quiet - buried my nose in a book, watched the news, the food channel and loved my dogs.. it was so very very nice.
Monday night I had a meeting - please don't ask what happened I have no clue. My brain was asleep in my bed at 7:45 - the meeting lasted until 8:30.
Tuesday was a busy work day but my office mate returned, we had to deal with slacker tester and the government boss I had my review all of 20 minutes but all positive. I made homemade pizza's for dinner - they were so good and so healthy - whole wheat thin crust, broccoli, spinach, low fat cheese and turkey pepperoni... I've come a long way baby... AND I even made a salad to go with. When Bubba came home a bit later (of course) his pizza with a mountain of crap like olives and artichoke hearts was cooked and bubbly - he told me when he made cracker crap frozen pizza I wouldn't feed the dogs; this past weekend - he didn't note the plastic cover over the blade of the pizza cutter. (Wait for it) he yes, started to use the pizza cutter WITH the plastic cover STILL ON. Surprise, surprise it melted... and threw it away.
He told me this story after asking me if I knew where that cover was and what it was for.... it was a flash back to "how attached are you to those purple towels - that now have huge bleach stains on them." Seriously? HOW do you miss a plastic cover over the blade of the pizza cutter! Not to mention its inability to cut one's pizza - and the lovely addition to your pizza. I think that it would clog your internal plumbing no?
That coupled with a sink FULL of dirty dishes and a funk I couldn't readily identify when I got home- again made me question my sanity - and my will to live - or commit murder - both were strong forces with murder winning out. I can read anywhere - and frankly it would be peaceful?
Then there is that whole in jail no choice and no outside thing... yeah sanity prevailed today...
Tomorrow we have another in the on going series of "Aunt Ing's going to get her inners adjusted" Tomorrow morning we drive to VA so a doctor can stick a tube into my mouth and down to my tummy and "take a look around". It was on the tip of my tongue to ask "for what? ET?" I stupidly asked the nurse about the procedure - and she told me - in gory detail. (puke). No no no - sweetie - keep it simple and high level - looking around for any issue that may prevent chubby girl surgery or other complications. You will be knocked out for the procedure.
That is all the information I need. Trust me. You wanna chat medical - call my sister - she loves that crap - it just makes me queasy.
So day off of work - again. Another doctor visit - again, and reminding Bubba not to leave a person coming off of heavy drugs home alone. I have dinner for tomorrow night already done - he just has to work the microwave... and he can do that - we had remedial lessons tonight just to be sure.
All righty I'm off to bed - I get to sleep in an whole hour and I want to take advantage of that as soon as possible...
Night y'all...
Oh and when does one say 12 window estimates is enough - he's booking #6 and frankly I think he's toying with me - and the windows guys.
Trust me when I say what a master of control and brain to mouth filter tightening it took not to leap across the table and wrap that plastic tube around her neck - and yank hard. Nap - all the years I have tended to her kids - all the drama.... (ok in and out and in... ahhhh zen Ok)
So where was I? Oh yes whining adults - it is merely a coincidence that share a religious belief. Seriously. Other wise they would be whiny Catholic mothers - and if they were Italian I would have got it -- no still no - suck it up and deal... yeesh and enough already.
OK So Saturday practice - I screw up kid doesn't have to stay I say yes - then realize she didn't so I take her upstairs - go nap - relax. I did apologize when I'm wrong I say so.
Saturday night was fun - I saw my kids do their thing, I saw a Dad bust his buttons over his 11 year old daughter get her first state office - I breathed into a bag again when I saw where they were sitting. I talked the girl in the #2 slot from a complete panic - and her sister helped and filled me in on details she didn't tell me... it's good, its groovy - where is TASH?
That was the fun part of keeping the kid with ADD entertained, she would wander off by herself - a lot. We played a lot of the Girl's group version of where's Waldo with where is she?>?!?!
Thankfully Saturday night at the dance my crew pooped out early - we went up a 12:50 the dance had another 40 minutes to go... WHY oh WHY this idiot woman thought 1:30 in the freaking morning after 2 days of running and going was such a good freaking idea I don't have a clue. Sunday - was peaceful except for the rush to get everyone packed and organized before breakfast, then to breakfast, a good one - and then home.... ah home.
But in a tale of honest I must give my tale of dorkness Saturday night... in a long dress and 2 inch heels I decided to take picture of my girls getting their state office pins. I walked up front - stepped in front of folks, snapped my pic, reversed and sat back down. Repeat 5 times - number 6... back up missed chair, land on the floor on my backside laughing like a loon.... in front of the entire state executive board - 9/10's of those folks who don't like me much anyway!!! If I had popped right back up - probably only a few people would noticed - instead I sat there laughing like an idiot, and finally righted myself. I imagine that is already making the rounds back home too... as the leader from PA and a friend of my mothers' mentioned my grace at Sunday breakfast... yes oober dork - right here.
They won't soon let me forget that one.
Now it is already Wednesday the work week has been equal parts interesting and not so much. Got my review - I got 1/2 of percent above average raise. 2.5% - wow could they afford it. But - I got a nice bump last year so we'll let this go - this year. Next year I'm bucking for a promotion and other goodies. We'll see
Of course when I got home Sunday, tired, grumpy and ready to have no one call my name for at least 4 days - Bubba goes to get a massage. He too almost died where he stood - but then I embraced the quiet - buried my nose in a book, watched the news, the food channel and loved my dogs.. it was so very very nice.
Monday night I had a meeting - please don't ask what happened I have no clue. My brain was asleep in my bed at 7:45 - the meeting lasted until 8:30.
Tuesday was a busy work day but my office mate returned, we had to deal with slacker tester and the government boss I had my review all of 20 minutes but all positive. I made homemade pizza's for dinner - they were so good and so healthy - whole wheat thin crust, broccoli, spinach, low fat cheese and turkey pepperoni... I've come a long way baby... AND I even made a salad to go with. When Bubba came home a bit later (of course) his pizza with a mountain of crap like olives and artichoke hearts was cooked and bubbly - he told me when he made cracker crap frozen pizza I wouldn't feed the dogs; this past weekend - he didn't note the plastic cover over the blade of the pizza cutter. (Wait for it) he yes, started to use the pizza cutter WITH the plastic cover STILL ON. Surprise, surprise it melted... and threw it away.
He told me this story after asking me if I knew where that cover was and what it was for.... it was a flash back to "how attached are you to those purple towels - that now have huge bleach stains on them." Seriously? HOW do you miss a plastic cover over the blade of the pizza cutter! Not to mention its inability to cut one's pizza - and the lovely addition to your pizza. I think that it would clog your internal plumbing no?
That coupled with a sink FULL of dirty dishes and a funk I couldn't readily identify when I got home- again made me question my sanity - and my will to live - or commit murder - both were strong forces with murder winning out. I can read anywhere - and frankly it would be peaceful?
Then there is that whole in jail no choice and no outside thing... yeah sanity prevailed today...
Tomorrow we have another in the on going series of "Aunt Ing's going to get her inners adjusted" Tomorrow morning we drive to VA so a doctor can stick a tube into my mouth and down to my tummy and "take a look around". It was on the tip of my tongue to ask "for what? ET?" I stupidly asked the nurse about the procedure - and she told me - in gory detail. (puke). No no no - sweetie - keep it simple and high level - looking around for any issue that may prevent chubby girl surgery or other complications. You will be knocked out for the procedure.
That is all the information I need. Trust me. You wanna chat medical - call my sister - she loves that crap - it just makes me queasy.
So day off of work - again. Another doctor visit - again, and reminding Bubba not to leave a person coming off of heavy drugs home alone. I have dinner for tomorrow night already done - he just has to work the microwave... and he can do that - we had remedial lessons tonight just to be sure.
All righty I'm off to bed - I get to sleep in an whole hour and I want to take advantage of that as soon as possible...
Night y'all...
Oh and when does one say 12 window estimates is enough - he's booking #6 and frankly I think he's toying with me - and the windows guys.
I Survived.... I think part 1
6 Grand Officers, 4 -11 year olds, one kid with ADD, (medicated) 2.5 Jewish Mothers and exactly 3 hours of sleep - all weekend.
There is something seriously wrong with me.
Let me begin to detail the above statement and try like the devil not to bang my head against the desk as all these repressed memories come flooding back in a fit of terror, angst and just general stress.... set your way back machine to Thursday.........
Up mostly early, wanted to get in, make sure things are done, then head .5 miles to company HQ for some mentor training, "refresher" course and general stuff... worked another 1.5 hours with 2 meetings then when a third was scheduled I smiled and said, you take this one I'm outta here.. So, home, packed, put things to right, ran the dishwasher got all my stuff together, loved the pups, played outside it was SO nice, then finally the bell tolled and I was headed to pick up kids. Not before, 3 phone calls of who was going where when and how and who wasn't coming. Thankfully I had suitcases and one adult, the other two cars had the kids... ahhhhh. Starting off great.
Get there, get semi-organized and realized right away how much I didn't like having 'my' kids spread across 4 rooms with other people. I can't keep track of where they are and what they are doing. Parents get testy when you leave with 9 kids and come home with 8... go figure. So I brought up my list maker on my phone banged in every one's room number and got it all worked out. Ended up having to take kids to get something to eat - after an announcement was made that one kid had "decided to become a vegetarian." Oh just shoot me. IF you had told me this bit of fluff a month ago - I would have requested those meals... my response was - 'deal with it'. I took the kids to the grocery store with hot and cold running buffets, I grabbed a bowl of soup for myself thinking it was going to be along night away... after coaching one princess through the process - we managed to get it all worked out, ate and back to where we needed to be without much fuss or muss.
This year due to last years - "incident we no longer discuss in Girl's Group" I am sitting in practices... thank goodness for a Kindle. And in a fit of I don't know what - they were done - early. 11PM early but still it wasn't 2 AM!
Friday I apparently managed to tick off more kids than mine with wake up calls - I roomed with another woman who's daughter was right next door - and they opened the adjoining doors... oh joy. Yes two of my kids were in there -but I would have let them have their space - and knocked on the door to wake them up. :-)
Friday was a series of get movings, and waiting around, and whining and button busting as MY kids did a fab-u-lous job enjoyed the heaps of praise, enjoyed the Friday evening also without much goings on - I almost started to feel - optimistic - then of course karma that witch let me see a shining light and of course it was the freaking train coming.... Friday night they announced State appointments for the following year.... I went from 6 state office holders to 7 - out of 18 possible slots - and with 5 other local groups in the mix. Happy Happy - PANIC PANIC - included in this mix is the girl who is number 2 in the state, and the secretary and the treasurer for the year - who also have to run the junior fund raising board ... which means taking care of additional crap, monies and all the rest with an adult who lives 2 hours away - they don't like me involved. I have had either the Secretary or Treasurer for the State for the past 3 years... I am grateful that they didn't appoint a chick from the other end of the state - who annoys me on a molecular level. I would have killed her by the end of the year. I digress...
After breathing into a paper bag for 15 minutes following the announcements, I again bask in the glow of all the appointments, and the praise saying how our local girls have truly earned their appointments and how well they are all doing ... (bask bask bask.... ) Friday night - my girls sweep one category in the Ritual Competition! And take third place in another! so out of 6 possible awards... my girls took 4. (glow glow glow)
Saturday dawns while we are up and moving - I only pestered the girls next door when they had 30 minutes to be ready - and of course one princess was still abed. Move your fanny pumpkin. That was also the morning where we must do "breakfast on our own" I had supplies, the girls came to me - the gal I shared a room with did a Chik-fil-a run... for breakfast - and left her 3 year old with me - ah - so I turned on the TV found family friendly programming and hit the shower. She returned all was well - we all got dressed and headed down... after I rounded up everyone else.
First noise of the train coming was Friday night - issue with roommate, locking out - leaving someone behind - so when I walked upstairs with girl -at 12:45 room was being left open - I yelled at them for that - talked to the other Hope Girl for not siding with her local chick and reminding her I don't like dealing with this 'stuff' and I did use the word stuff. So I had her mother take her down and get another room key, and they all I am sure said nasty things about me. Groovy as long as you are safe and not fighting that is what I want...
Saturday morning went off without a hitch, lunch was lunch, and then some more fun stuff started. Saturday - lunch is also part of the Bigger award that only a select few girls and adults can get, you must bring in three new girls, and be recommended by those who have the award in your local group. We got to discussing it, and one woman, whom I was stupidly talked into giving this award to made some mention of giving it to her husband. BWAA HA HA HA HA HA - are you serious? Writing a check does not get one this award... this man showed up 15 minutes before the meeting honoring his daughter as State President and left 15 minutes after that... I was there 3 HOURS before that meeting, and after that day from hell I took HIS daughter to the fabric store due to some issue these people had that day. Fat chance pumpkin.
Having trouble saving... Part 1
There is something seriously wrong with me.
Let me begin to detail the above statement and try like the devil not to bang my head against the desk as all these repressed memories come flooding back in a fit of terror, angst and just general stress.... set your way back machine to Thursday.........
Up mostly early, wanted to get in, make sure things are done, then head .5 miles to company HQ for some mentor training, "refresher" course and general stuff... worked another 1.5 hours with 2 meetings then when a third was scheduled I smiled and said, you take this one I'm outta here.. So, home, packed, put things to right, ran the dishwasher got all my stuff together, loved the pups, played outside it was SO nice, then finally the bell tolled and I was headed to pick up kids. Not before, 3 phone calls of who was going where when and how and who wasn't coming. Thankfully I had suitcases and one adult, the other two cars had the kids... ahhhhh. Starting off great.
Get there, get semi-organized and realized right away how much I didn't like having 'my' kids spread across 4 rooms with other people. I can't keep track of where they are and what they are doing. Parents get testy when you leave with 9 kids and come home with 8... go figure. So I brought up my list maker on my phone banged in every one's room number and got it all worked out. Ended up having to take kids to get something to eat - after an announcement was made that one kid had "decided to become a vegetarian." Oh just shoot me. IF you had told me this bit of fluff a month ago - I would have requested those meals... my response was - 'deal with it'. I took the kids to the grocery store with hot and cold running buffets, I grabbed a bowl of soup for myself thinking it was going to be along night away... after coaching one princess through the process - we managed to get it all worked out, ate and back to where we needed to be without much fuss or muss.
This year due to last years - "incident we no longer discuss in Girl's Group" I am sitting in practices... thank goodness for a Kindle. And in a fit of I don't know what - they were done - early. 11PM early but still it wasn't 2 AM!
Friday I apparently managed to tick off more kids than mine with wake up calls - I roomed with another woman who's daughter was right next door - and they opened the adjoining doors... oh joy. Yes two of my kids were in there -but I would have let them have their space - and knocked on the door to wake them up. :-)
Friday was a series of get movings, and waiting around, and whining and button busting as MY kids did a fab-u-lous job enjoyed the heaps of praise, enjoyed the Friday evening also without much goings on - I almost started to feel - optimistic - then of course karma that witch let me see a shining light and of course it was the freaking train coming.... Friday night they announced State appointments for the following year.... I went from 6 state office holders to 7 - out of 18 possible slots - and with 5 other local groups in the mix. Happy Happy - PANIC PANIC - included in this mix is the girl who is number 2 in the state, and the secretary and the treasurer for the year - who also have to run the junior fund raising board ... which means taking care of additional crap, monies and all the rest with an adult who lives 2 hours away - they don't like me involved. I have had either the Secretary or Treasurer for the State for the past 3 years... I am grateful that they didn't appoint a chick from the other end of the state - who annoys me on a molecular level. I would have killed her by the end of the year. I digress...
After breathing into a paper bag for 15 minutes following the announcements, I again bask in the glow of all the appointments, and the praise saying how our local girls have truly earned their appointments and how well they are all doing ... (bask bask bask.... ) Friday night - my girls sweep one category in the Ritual Competition! And take third place in another! so out of 6 possible awards... my girls took 4. (glow glow glow)
Saturday dawns while we are up and moving - I only pestered the girls next door when they had 30 minutes to be ready - and of course one princess was still abed. Move your fanny pumpkin. That was also the morning where we must do "breakfast on our own" I had supplies, the girls came to me - the gal I shared a room with did a Chik-fil-a run... for breakfast - and left her 3 year old with me - ah - so I turned on the TV found family friendly programming and hit the shower. She returned all was well - we all got dressed and headed down... after I rounded up everyone else.
First noise of the train coming was Friday night - issue with roommate, locking out - leaving someone behind - so when I walked upstairs with girl -at 12:45 room was being left open - I yelled at them for that - talked to the other Hope Girl for not siding with her local chick and reminding her I don't like dealing with this 'stuff' and I did use the word stuff. So I had her mother take her down and get another room key, and they all I am sure said nasty things about me. Groovy as long as you are safe and not fighting that is what I want...
Saturday morning went off without a hitch, lunch was lunch, and then some more fun stuff started. Saturday - lunch is also part of the Bigger award that only a select few girls and adults can get, you must bring in three new girls, and be recommended by those who have the award in your local group. We got to discussing it, and one woman, whom I was stupidly talked into giving this award to made some mention of giving it to her husband. BWAA HA HA HA HA HA - are you serious? Writing a check does not get one this award... this man showed up 15 minutes before the meeting honoring his daughter as State President and left 15 minutes after that... I was there 3 HOURS before that meeting, and after that day from hell I took HIS daughter to the fabric store due to some issue these people had that day. Fat chance pumpkin.
Having trouble saving... Part 1
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Who scheduled this mess?
Oh yeah - I did. There is something seriously wrong with me... all this week I have running around like a crazy person. Monday, up before god, country and anyone with a half working brain, worked all day, ran errands, shoveled out the major mess as the cleaning lady was coming Tuesday, met a windows guy, tag teamed him and left him with Bubba, went to the Girl's group meeting for the annual scare and threaten for the annual state convention. The usual, go to bed when you're told, don't wander the hallways, tell me where you are going and when, and with whom... I don't like it. But I do it so I don't have to call a parent at 2 AM because some idiot kid decided she wanted to go see, her friend, her mother, whatever.
So home, a few minutes with the Bubba, then to bed, Tuesday - well you read Tuesday's post - then did a Wal-Mart run for stuff I needed, and a post office run - finally got my sister's birthday gift in the mail - a week and change after her actual birthday but hey who is counting? Right? I mean - oh screw it - I bought it on time then didn't make the effort to get to the flipping post office. Then went to mail Nana's taxes back to her - and found the envelop I had didn't stick... so tucked that away for Wednesday, came home, and had taco Tuesday as Bubba wasn't due home and pretty much sat like the lump I was.
Wednesday morning again up and moving, busy day as idiot tester guy managed to tick off the gov-y boss; 2 meetings with that idiot's project, another meeting with a rookie tester doing a much better job than the idiot tester that's been here forever, then a quiet afternoon to clean up my desk... then home for another round of errand running.
The Girl's Group trip to Wal-Mart, panty hose for me, then get that all packed up and in the back of the truck, off to fill the tank with my grocery point - saved .30 cents a gallon - a big help these days then to the post office - mailed the taxes, called Nana to tell her then ended up having a nice chat with her and Pap.
Also let the dogs out when I got home to discover - NO fence on my neighbor's side...now they warned us this was coming but it was supposed to be Thursday - Wednesday came as a big surprise. Shelby - good thing she is cute - was completely oblivious to the lack of containment, Violet on the other hand... when running to the open spaces and I had to chase her back, then she found the loop hole and she was out in the front yard. I'm on the phone with Nana chasing Violet back to the back yard - Shelby is standing at the gate - wondering how she got out.
Got Violet back in, realized it was supper time and another reason why Shelby was barking. Got them fed, got me fed, hung up with Nana. Got me half packed, did the dishes, then sat down and died. Bubba got home about 9 PM, we chatted for a few minutes and I promptly fell asleep on the couch. :-)
He woke me up and I went to bed, I got to sleep in this morning for about 45 minutes- made my way into work, I have a mentor thing from 9-11 AM then back to the office for a noon meeting then home. I get to finish packing, pack up my car, and meet girls at 5:00 PM then head north for a weekend of teenage girls, no sleep and hotel food... yeah.
And I do this to myself... why? (because of the girls) Oh yeah them.
I will probably not post until Sunday or Monday depending upon how little sleep I get.
You might way to say a little prayer, chant - whatever you do - for me... I'm going to need it to get through this weekend. :-D
Oh yeah - and the door I picked out Monday - $3400... and it comes painted blue - he only had to ask once.
So home, a few minutes with the Bubba, then to bed, Tuesday - well you read Tuesday's post - then did a Wal-Mart run for stuff I needed, and a post office run - finally got my sister's birthday gift in the mail - a week and change after her actual birthday but hey who is counting? Right? I mean - oh screw it - I bought it on time then didn't make the effort to get to the flipping post office. Then went to mail Nana's taxes back to her - and found the envelop I had didn't stick... so tucked that away for Wednesday, came home, and had taco Tuesday as Bubba wasn't due home and pretty much sat like the lump I was.
Wednesday morning again up and moving, busy day as idiot tester guy managed to tick off the gov-y boss; 2 meetings with that idiot's project, another meeting with a rookie tester doing a much better job than the idiot tester that's been here forever, then a quiet afternoon to clean up my desk... then home for another round of errand running.
The Girl's Group trip to Wal-Mart, panty hose for me, then get that all packed up and in the back of the truck, off to fill the tank with my grocery point - saved .30 cents a gallon - a big help these days then to the post office - mailed the taxes, called Nana to tell her then ended up having a nice chat with her and Pap.
Also let the dogs out when I got home to discover - NO fence on my neighbor's side...now they warned us this was coming but it was supposed to be Thursday - Wednesday came as a big surprise. Shelby - good thing she is cute - was completely oblivious to the lack of containment, Violet on the other hand... when running to the open spaces and I had to chase her back, then she found the loop hole and she was out in the front yard. I'm on the phone with Nana chasing Violet back to the back yard - Shelby is standing at the gate - wondering how she got out.
Got Violet back in, realized it was supper time and another reason why Shelby was barking. Got them fed, got me fed, hung up with Nana. Got me half packed, did the dishes, then sat down and died. Bubba got home about 9 PM, we chatted for a few minutes and I promptly fell asleep on the couch. :-)
He woke me up and I went to bed, I got to sleep in this morning for about 45 minutes- made my way into work, I have a mentor thing from 9-11 AM then back to the office for a noon meeting then home. I get to finish packing, pack up my car, and meet girls at 5:00 PM then head north for a weekend of teenage girls, no sleep and hotel food... yeah.
And I do this to myself... why? (because of the girls) Oh yeah them.
I will probably not post until Sunday or Monday depending upon how little sleep I get.
You might way to say a little prayer, chant - whatever you do - for me... I'm going to need it to get through this weekend. :-D
Oh yeah - and the door I picked out Monday - $3400... and it comes painted blue - he only had to ask once.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
A quick and sobering thought early in the day...
This morning my commute was impacted by two things, first the weather, which simply one must deal with, second and the reason for the post - a Military Funeral Procession.
US Army Major Robert Marchanti II was killed in Afghanistan and is from outside Baltimore, Maryland. His family started at 5:00 AM this morning and rode down major highways at the beginning of the morning rush hour. I was one of many trapped when they stopped traffic getting on to the beltway for 30 minutes this morning. I could find no cause for angst or outrage or even annoyance. Oh sure I was trying like heck to get in front of the procession ... I am human.
But as I sat there, saw the blinking lights of police cars, stopping us, then leading and following that family I had no other emotion than deep sadness and gratitude for a man I didn't know, and family in grief. He gave his life in service to our country, so I can daily, complain about the traffic, life and the cost of a front door.
It is because of these men and woman that we all have all that we have.
Today in the dark, sitting on I-270 spur to the Capital Beltway I was reminded, vividly, freedom isn't free.
Salute that flag today, regardless of politics or foolishness and remember how truly blessed, and fortunate we are to be Americans.
God Speed Major, may your family find peace.
US Army Major Robert Marchanti II was killed in Afghanistan and is from outside Baltimore, Maryland. His family started at 5:00 AM this morning and rode down major highways at the beginning of the morning rush hour. I was one of many trapped when they stopped traffic getting on to the beltway for 30 minutes this morning. I could find no cause for angst or outrage or even annoyance. Oh sure I was trying like heck to get in front of the procession ... I am human.
But as I sat there, saw the blinking lights of police cars, stopping us, then leading and following that family I had no other emotion than deep sadness and gratitude for a man I didn't know, and family in grief. He gave his life in service to our country, so I can daily, complain about the traffic, life and the cost of a front door.
It is because of these men and woman that we all have all that we have.
Today in the dark, sitting on I-270 spur to the Capital Beltway I was reminded, vividly, freedom isn't free.
Salute that flag today, regardless of politics or foolishness and remember how truly blessed, and fortunate we are to be Americans.
God Speed Major, may your family find peace.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Sunday WAS a good day...
Then you spend it shopping with Bubba and it heads right into the toilet bowl.... and flush. As we went to bed early, Bubba and I were up early - one of us before the other because someone was snoring to beat the band and since I was the one awake - guess who was raising the rafters!
So, up, dogs, putz, Bubba goes and gets a bagel, I stupidly try to be a good doobie and eat half with an egg but... wasn't thinking ahead and got stuck later in the day with a pounding headache and more cranky Bubba - but that was after... the previous 4 fits he had pitched during our joint about...
First post breakfast he's pointing out the various windows from this consumer report thing, we reviewed the windows as we were going to a place to look at MORE windows and doors and he stopped talking. So I walked toward the kitchen thinking grab a granola bar... but apparently he wasn't done schooling me on that one sheet of paper and proceeded to have a minor meltdown about it. I repeatedly repeated, I thought you were done talking - you stopped, for you that means done. There are other people in my life that means I need more air before I can continue to talking - like all my girl friends - whom I love - because they are like me.
Any - who that basically over we head on our way - we talk to the sales person at the place that came to the house first. Bubba is Bubba... and heaven forbid I speak to the salesperson - perhaps I will give away his super secret plan of how to be super-cheap and still get what you want. Now I warned him when we started this whole replace the windows and doors business that the one thing I wasn't going to be cost conscience of was the front door. Basically I want what I want (within some reason - ) but I'm not going with cheap crap. Store one basically took reason balled it up into a small wad and tossed it somewhere in the neighborhood of Beverly Hills - California. $6,000 for a front door - for that kind of money I want a doorman named Simpson to be there to open the darn thing for me... are you freaking kidding me??!!
Next we went to large box Home improvement type store - we had their estimates for the windows... and apparently there is not cross department pollination so the doors had to be handled separately. So we look at the doors they range from $180 bucks to $500 plus. Then we find a place where you can get the glass you want with the door you want and the limited number of current colors you want. We do not have a current color. Now to go off on a small aside here - they don't have your blue color honey - YOU have to paint it... you have to match the color and DO IT YOURSELF. No matter how many times you ask about that freaking blue color the answer is the same - YOU HAVE TO PAINT THE DOOR BLUE YOU - NO ONE ELSE - THEY WILL NOT DO IT FOR YOU.
Why am I yelling? Let me set the scene... including the dropping blood sugar we are on to argument number 3 or 12 for the day as he grumped at me as we were leaving store 1 about the door I liked the price, and then my changing of my mind - don't ask. So we're pricing door I want but must change the glass design because it doesn't match all our hardware then we have to change the door style from 3/4's windows to half because to get the right brass hardware, glass design outline we have to go with Z instead of Y or X... and after each change - EACH CHANGE - he asks again if the door can be painted blue. So now we have a door I don't like with windows I don't want and he's still asking if they can paint the darn thing blue. See above shout and release of steam.
AND as we're leaving and he is berating me for not planning ahead - i.e. in the food department - he states we will probably go with them for the door. Not that door we won't. I don't like it I don't want it and the answer is NO. Stick that in your fit and rotate. AND I'm blaming his mother for his fu-fu tastes. I don't like round glass in doors its fussy and it's busy and I don't like it. I chose a cool square geometric pattern I don't care that the outline doesn't match the door hardware - 4 people will notice but it's my house. Deal with it.
He picked out own pattern that was supposed to be some kind of flower - it looked like a bug to me. NOT putting that on my front door - that is all my family needs to see and it will be never ending.
Now we are home, he's watching his taped hockey game, I looked up the score - ah well... :-) I could be stinker and tell him but frankly I've had enough Bubba for one day. I'm off to bury my nose in a book and deal with the laundry. It's going to be an interesting week - oh yeah and Girl's Group State Convention this weekend.... where are the good drugs when you need them? Seriously?
Later - going to decompress - I wonder if I have tossed all the chocolate.
OH!! Final note met with the dietitian - for the chubby girl surgery - I can't lose more than 14 pounds between now and June - my BMI will be too low! Cripes already. Life boys and girls is just too funny - I am beginning to wonder where I put my funny bone...
So, up, dogs, putz, Bubba goes and gets a bagel, I stupidly try to be a good doobie and eat half with an egg but... wasn't thinking ahead and got stuck later in the day with a pounding headache and more cranky Bubba - but that was after... the previous 4 fits he had pitched during our joint about...
First post breakfast he's pointing out the various windows from this consumer report thing, we reviewed the windows as we were going to a place to look at MORE windows and doors and he stopped talking. So I walked toward the kitchen thinking grab a granola bar... but apparently he wasn't done schooling me on that one sheet of paper and proceeded to have a minor meltdown about it. I repeatedly repeated, I thought you were done talking - you stopped, for you that means done. There are other people in my life that means I need more air before I can continue to talking - like all my girl friends - whom I love - because they are like me.
Any - who that basically over we head on our way - we talk to the sales person at the place that came to the house first. Bubba is Bubba... and heaven forbid I speak to the salesperson - perhaps I will give away his super secret plan of how to be super-cheap and still get what you want. Now I warned him when we started this whole replace the windows and doors business that the one thing I wasn't going to be cost conscience of was the front door. Basically I want what I want (within some reason - ) but I'm not going with cheap crap. Store one basically took reason balled it up into a small wad and tossed it somewhere in the neighborhood of Beverly Hills - California. $6,000 for a front door - for that kind of money I want a doorman named Simpson to be there to open the darn thing for me... are you freaking kidding me??!!
Next we went to large box Home improvement type store - we had their estimates for the windows... and apparently there is not cross department pollination so the doors had to be handled separately. So we look at the doors they range from $180 bucks to $500 plus. Then we find a place where you can get the glass you want with the door you want and the limited number of current colors you want. We do not have a current color. Now to go off on a small aside here - they don't have your blue color honey - YOU have to paint it... you have to match the color and DO IT YOURSELF. No matter how many times you ask about that freaking blue color the answer is the same - YOU HAVE TO PAINT THE DOOR BLUE YOU - NO ONE ELSE - THEY WILL NOT DO IT FOR YOU.
Why am I yelling? Let me set the scene... including the dropping blood sugar we are on to argument number 3 or 12 for the day as he grumped at me as we were leaving store 1 about the door I liked the price, and then my changing of my mind - don't ask. So we're pricing door I want but must change the glass design because it doesn't match all our hardware then we have to change the door style from 3/4's windows to half because to get the right brass hardware, glass design outline we have to go with Z instead of Y or X... and after each change - EACH CHANGE - he asks again if the door can be painted blue. So now we have a door I don't like with windows I don't want and he's still asking if they can paint the darn thing blue. See above shout and release of steam.
AND as we're leaving and he is berating me for not planning ahead - i.e. in the food department - he states we will probably go with them for the door. Not that door we won't. I don't like it I don't want it and the answer is NO. Stick that in your fit and rotate. AND I'm blaming his mother for his fu-fu tastes. I don't like round glass in doors its fussy and it's busy and I don't like it. I chose a cool square geometric pattern I don't care that the outline doesn't match the door hardware - 4 people will notice but it's my house. Deal with it.
He picked out own pattern that was supposed to be some kind of flower - it looked like a bug to me. NOT putting that on my front door - that is all my family needs to see and it will be never ending.
Now we are home, he's watching his taped hockey game, I looked up the score - ah well... :-) I could be stinker and tell him but frankly I've had enough Bubba for one day. I'm off to bury my nose in a book and deal with the laundry. It's going to be an interesting week - oh yeah and Girl's Group State Convention this weekend.... where are the good drugs when you need them? Seriously?
Later - going to decompress - I wonder if I have tossed all the chocolate.
OH!! Final note met with the dietitian - for the chubby girl surgery - I can't lose more than 14 pounds between now and June - my BMI will be too low! Cripes already. Life boys and girls is just too funny - I am beginning to wonder where I put my funny bone...
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Open the Bombay door HAL....
I interfaced with HAL last night and for those of you not old enough to remember HAL (which is NO one reading this mess) I could say I was wired into the matrix last night. Why do you ask? Seriously why? Oh all right I'll tell you... As part of the chubby girl surgery I'm having in June; one of the requirements was to have a Sleep Study to see if I had Sleep Apnea where you quit breathing in the night. Now my car pool buddy had the same thing done, and he said all sorts of things along the lines of you won't sleep, it's like the poly graph test (and yes I've taken one of those) needless to say the old boy had me a bit wigged. But I figured I was going to sleep - yes in a strange bed wired up and watched... yick.
And of course yesterday was a regular work day so up early, work all day came home, did dinner, (spinach salads with turkey bacon - yum!) and as I was preparing to leave the house at 9:00 PM in the evening I got a bit cranky at my husband who called - because yes he was still at work and wasn't home yet... so we grumbled past each other I let the dogs out - confused the heck out of them by locking them back up in their crates.
So I get where I'm going, I drive around looking for the entrance, find it finally park under the street light because it is 9:20 the place is dead and I am weird like that. I am greeted at the door, shown to what looked like an odd shaped hotel room, nice sized bathroom. She turns on the TV - I find a movie pull out the PJ's and the kindle. An hour later she manages to come back in get me all wired up and of course in the middle of all this - my cell phone goes off.... we know it's Bubba because of the ring tone. So post wired up, I call him back we chat, he asks about the salad I left behind for him and he asks about putting the bacon on it - apparently it was confusing... don't try it will just make your head hurt.... I kept the bacon separate at the time as it was still warm... not so much when Bubba the wonder accountant got home. But he managed to figure that part out all on his own by the time I called him back. We did have a discussion regarding salad dressings - as in which one he should use. Um - pumpkin use what you like, I like the Honey Mustard on my spinach salads so that is what I bought if you want Italian go for it. The Salad police don't care after 8 PM. Really.
So chat chat, night night, I crawl under the covers grateful the room was nice and cool, read the kindle for a bit and doze off to sleep - and amazingly I didn't dream about HAL sealing me out, or the Matrix men trying to kill me or me dodging bullets with feats of movie magic. I just slept. For about 90 minutes then the tiny bladder kicked in, hit the button, please un-tether me from the large glowing box in the drawer here so I can pee? Please? Two wires unplugged later and in I go with a small box holding all the wires stuck to me... and I'll get to the stuck part in a minute. Heed nature's call, and get reattached, and fall back asleep.
Next thing I know it's 5:30 AM and there is a voice telling me to get up, she's coming to unwire me. Well little nursey-poo didn't move fast enough and never show a geek how to unplug something because that is what I did - unplugged and emptied out again. It took much less time to undo me than to wire me into the Matrix. Which then dis-spells the myth of the movie that its harder to get out of the matrix than in. And I've just wandered into oober geek territory.
So HAL has released me from his tentacles, I brush my teeth discover the goo that held on the probes to my head, get all grossed out, put my hair up in a pony tail, get dressed and head home - to sleep for at least another hour as 4 hours of interrupted sleep is so not my idea of a good time. It was interesting to drive the opposite direction you usually go at the same time of day (6 AM) I got home, let the dogs out told Shelby it was NOT time to eat and crawled into bed, an hour later Bubba's alarm went off, a few snooze bar hits later, he's up, tells the pups to stay put, and 45 minutes after a half mumbled conversation with the hubster Shelby delivers her ultimatum- breakfast now lady or the carpet and the exposed skin gets it.
So, up and moving, got Violet up and moving, let them out, fed them, back upstairs to shower away the glop in my hair, lather, rinse, repeat, lather, rinse, repeat, feel for goopy, lather, rinse, repeat, add conditioner and all done! Got dressed, let the girls out while I did hair and makeup because it was SUCH lovely morning... made my lunch, got that together, gave the girls their drugs and made my way into work.... where I have been doing well sleepy wise until post lunch.... Aunt Ing is ready for a nap. However, she is meeting with her mentor tonight so perky and happy will have to faked - because it comes so naturally to me anyway... (NOT).
I won't get into company discussion as there isn't that much interesting to discuss - so maybe after tonight there will be. Not counting on it.
Also not ordering wine with dinner - it wouldn't be good form to fall asleep in your spaghetti in front of your mentor. Not to mention the drive home on the beltway after 8 PM.
Tomorrow is another day full of fun and doctor visits, we have the Mental Health Doctor in the afternoon, followed by practice for the Lady Shriners - which is a trip down town... then up early Saturday to the Dietitian, then window estimates from 2 companies - then dress and get out of Germantown early to avoid Marathon people as I must go back down town DC for the actual meeting then home... and probably to bed. At 5 PM.
I will see the lump in the bed know as Bubba some time Sunday. That way we keep our record of only seeing one another 2-3 days per week max - that whole absence makes the heart grow - whatever. It's sole possession of the TV remote that matters most boys and girls... get that one in the pre-nup girls. Trust your Aunt Ing on this...
All right I have hit the wall so time to sign off and pretend to work. Chat at you all later.
And of course yesterday was a regular work day so up early, work all day came home, did dinner, (spinach salads with turkey bacon - yum!) and as I was preparing to leave the house at 9:00 PM in the evening I got a bit cranky at my husband who called - because yes he was still at work and wasn't home yet... so we grumbled past each other I let the dogs out - confused the heck out of them by locking them back up in their crates.
So I get where I'm going, I drive around looking for the entrance, find it finally park under the street light because it is 9:20 the place is dead and I am weird like that. I am greeted at the door, shown to what looked like an odd shaped hotel room, nice sized bathroom. She turns on the TV - I find a movie pull out the PJ's and the kindle. An hour later she manages to come back in get me all wired up and of course in the middle of all this - my cell phone goes off.... we know it's Bubba because of the ring tone. So post wired up, I call him back we chat, he asks about the salad I left behind for him and he asks about putting the bacon on it - apparently it was confusing... don't try it will just make your head hurt.... I kept the bacon separate at the time as it was still warm... not so much when Bubba the wonder accountant got home. But he managed to figure that part out all on his own by the time I called him back. We did have a discussion regarding salad dressings - as in which one he should use. Um - pumpkin use what you like, I like the Honey Mustard on my spinach salads so that is what I bought if you want Italian go for it. The Salad police don't care after 8 PM. Really.
So chat chat, night night, I crawl under the covers grateful the room was nice and cool, read the kindle for a bit and doze off to sleep - and amazingly I didn't dream about HAL sealing me out, or the Matrix men trying to kill me or me dodging bullets with feats of movie magic. I just slept. For about 90 minutes then the tiny bladder kicked in, hit the button, please un-tether me from the large glowing box in the drawer here so I can pee? Please? Two wires unplugged later and in I go with a small box holding all the wires stuck to me... and I'll get to the stuck part in a minute. Heed nature's call, and get reattached, and fall back asleep.
Next thing I know it's 5:30 AM and there is a voice telling me to get up, she's coming to unwire me. Well little nursey-poo didn't move fast enough and never show a geek how to unplug something because that is what I did - unplugged and emptied out again. It took much less time to undo me than to wire me into the Matrix. Which then dis-spells the myth of the movie that its harder to get out of the matrix than in. And I've just wandered into oober geek territory.
So HAL has released me from his tentacles, I brush my teeth discover the goo that held on the probes to my head, get all grossed out, put my hair up in a pony tail, get dressed and head home - to sleep for at least another hour as 4 hours of interrupted sleep is so not my idea of a good time. It was interesting to drive the opposite direction you usually go at the same time of day (6 AM) I got home, let the dogs out told Shelby it was NOT time to eat and crawled into bed, an hour later Bubba's alarm went off, a few snooze bar hits later, he's up, tells the pups to stay put, and 45 minutes after a half mumbled conversation with the hubster Shelby delivers her ultimatum- breakfast now lady or the carpet and the exposed skin gets it.
So, up and moving, got Violet up and moving, let them out, fed them, back upstairs to shower away the glop in my hair, lather, rinse, repeat, lather, rinse, repeat, feel for goopy, lather, rinse, repeat, add conditioner and all done! Got dressed, let the girls out while I did hair and makeup because it was SUCH lovely morning... made my lunch, got that together, gave the girls their drugs and made my way into work.... where I have been doing well sleepy wise until post lunch.... Aunt Ing is ready for a nap. However, she is meeting with her mentor tonight so perky and happy will have to faked - because it comes so naturally to me anyway... (NOT).
I won't get into company discussion as there isn't that much interesting to discuss - so maybe after tonight there will be. Not counting on it.
Also not ordering wine with dinner - it wouldn't be good form to fall asleep in your spaghetti in front of your mentor. Not to mention the drive home on the beltway after 8 PM.
Tomorrow is another day full of fun and doctor visits, we have the Mental Health Doctor in the afternoon, followed by practice for the Lady Shriners - which is a trip down town... then up early Saturday to the Dietitian, then window estimates from 2 companies - then dress and get out of Germantown early to avoid Marathon people as I must go back down town DC for the actual meeting then home... and probably to bed. At 5 PM.
I will see the lump in the bed know as Bubba some time Sunday. That way we keep our record of only seeing one another 2-3 days per week max - that whole absence makes the heart grow - whatever. It's sole possession of the TV remote that matters most boys and girls... get that one in the pre-nup girls. Trust your Aunt Ing on this...
All right I have hit the wall so time to sign off and pretend to work. Chat at you all later.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
It is Friday yet?
Never a good sign when the guy you car pool with starts Monday AND Tuesday morning with that statement and worse when you think - why isn't it? Now my grandmother used to say 'don't wish your life away' but you know Mina (nickname for her - I was lucky enough to have 2 grand mothers in my life) there are some weeks you just want to get through... this one is one of those weeks - and next week ain't looking much better. Let's document this week shall we? Monday of course started early, work thankfully isn't as nuts as it has been, but we're still busy - lots of spinning plates but I have caught up a little. Meetings, notes, you know general work stuff, then after I got home things really got nuts; Wal-Mart for a mailing envelop they didn't have the size I needed, then I got 2 things I didn't really need but I was there.. then to my bank for some cash, then to the Girl's group bank to make a deposit, then to the grocery store because I was a lazy slug on Sunday and didn't go; got home, loved the pups, picked up the clutter, used the air freshener to cover the doggie smell - yes smell I need to wash blankets - of course made dinner, tried to eat dinner, Bubba got home, oh yeah and toss in chatting with Mom, feeding dogs and the like and it was a busy night... then we had the first in a series of Window estimates last night, since they were the first we pumped them for information, asked some questions, they measured the windows discussed pattern or no pattern on the windows.... sat down stairs and died. Then let the dogs out - Violet finally ate her dinner - then to bed. Realized at 7:30 AM THIS morning I forgot my PM drugs, forgot my AM drugs and I've got a doctor's appointment tonight. OH goodie. Thankfully that is the only thing tonight - outside of clean up the kitchen and do dinner. AND as I have the chicken cooked I just have to chunk it up and mix into the casserole and bake. Yeah I got 1/2 efficient on Sunday... I defrosted and cooked ahead.
Today is also weigh in day - I don't expect good news. According to my scale it won't be pretty later today. I had been on a good streak lately but this weekend was a bust and like I said Sunday I was a blob.
Bubba and I discussed windows and doors last night - and I warned him if I was going to bust a budget anywhere it was going to be on the front door - suck it up. Oh and yeah need a window out the back door... first for the light then for the doggie watching. Oh - yeah if we're not going to replace ALL the windows - why bother with the back three?? They will all eventually need it - do it all at once. Dorkus.
That is all for 8:30 AM on a Tuesday morning... Perhaps we'll chat more when my brain realizes the body has left the bed and we are vertical and dressed for work. I give it another hour as I don't want to pound caffeine due to forgetting of last night's drugs... should make the blood pressure number fun tonight... oh yeah and finding he the doctor's new digs... cripes.
Today is also weigh in day - I don't expect good news. According to my scale it won't be pretty later today. I had been on a good streak lately but this weekend was a bust and like I said Sunday I was a blob.
Bubba and I discussed windows and doors last night - and I warned him if I was going to bust a budget anywhere it was going to be on the front door - suck it up. Oh and yeah need a window out the back door... first for the light then for the doggie watching. Oh - yeah if we're not going to replace ALL the windows - why bother with the back three?? They will all eventually need it - do it all at once. Dorkus.
That is all for 8:30 AM on a Tuesday morning... Perhaps we'll chat more when my brain realizes the body has left the bed and we are vertical and dressed for work. I give it another hour as I don't want to pound caffeine due to forgetting of last night's drugs... should make the blood pressure number fun tonight... oh yeah and finding he the doctor's new digs... cripes.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Bonus thought for a Sunday....
Because the computer was up.... and I still can't believe it. Darling Bubba booked our trip today.... and he went though a company and of course Mr. Patience... barked and grumped his way through the process - because oh dear they had to read all the disclaimer information, they had to tell him all the details on if you cancel - which is null for us since for the first time I made him by trip insurance -- mainly due to my worries over post surgery issues...
But the question to ponder with your belly button lint this lovely Sunday afternoon... who gets mad while booking their vacation? I am (or was) smiling - yes I understand all the legal stuff go ahead read it --- and that in turn gets my trip booked faster! But Bubba - Captain Crankypants... gets ticked off and then - of course its suddenly all my fault.
Nope sorry pumpkin this one is all you. Yes pumpkin I will make a copy and fax the paperwork requested for the any-discount-I can get number... and we'll all be happier for it.
I can't wait for him to book the airlines... with his frequent flyer miles - so they will kiss is backside a bit and it will all be better. The rest of his family could care less...
But the question to ponder with your belly button lint this lovely Sunday afternoon... who gets mad while booking their vacation? I am (or was) smiling - yes I understand all the legal stuff go ahead read it --- and that in turn gets my trip booked faster! But Bubba - Captain Crankypants... gets ticked off and then - of course its suddenly all my fault.
Nope sorry pumpkin this one is all you. Yes pumpkin I will make a copy and fax the paperwork requested for the any-discount-I can get number... and we'll all be happier for it.
I can't wait for him to book the airlines... with his frequent flyer miles - so they will kiss is backside a bit and it will all be better. The rest of his family could care less...
In Search of the Perfect Wife....
Why do you ask am I looking for the perfect wife? For my darling husband of course then I can dance away in my bountiful amounts of imperfections including wrong clicks, missed documents and all the other things the darling man I married finds fault with (as he is in a magical place called Bubba-land is perfect) anyone else feel queasy? We're stepping up the search because - again I haven't quite got the straight face down when questioned by the authorities of what happened to Bubba. The smirking is going to get me the chair - I swear....
ahem. So - the latest in my imperfections I had 3 bills in 6 weeks with an issue, first was a fat finger on the computer Card Ci versus Card Ch - I paid one twice and one not at all... Tomato... thankfully the one I didn't pay had the EZ pass on it - and that's it... so $15 fee on a $25 bill. Fun right? So of course AFTER the Bubba FIT I took care of things.. called, admitted my mistake; the nice lady from somewhere in India waived my fee, I paid the bill and done. It was a mistake - chuck it up to stuff happens. Am I wrong here? Am I the only one who mis-clicks? I do bills almost every week, this doesn't happen every day.... then whoops problem with the cell phone bill - in January was brought up. Apparently I missed that bill too so when we got a text message from Large V Phone Company that we were past due.... didn't the poo hit the air circulation device. Whoops- somehow I missed that one - don't ask me how bills go in one location - when they are moved and usually not by me - they get missed. OK - not good, not happy but it's done right? You pay it and you move on - VPhone knows you aren't a regular dead beat - you pay 99% of your bills on time - one whoops doesn't not a crisis make... unless your Bubba then the payment police are on your door step guns drawn, you'll work until your dead you will never save any money you'll be destitute until forever -- bla bla bla. I can't possibly be the first person to miss lay a bill and it not get paid - either mistakenly or on purpose - and trust me this was a mistake. Will someone please explain to me the reaction of having an absolute fit - with name calling and other not so nice things over a missed bill - one month. That was paid on line before he was done having said fit? Seriously. Whoops a mistake was made - you fix it and move on... I'm blaming his mother - after all isn't that who the analysts blame? Either that or that still pond water known as Bubba Sr may have had similar 'fits' when Bubba Jr was young and impressionable. Who knows these people talk about their family life as if it were state secrets. (they don't talk at all... it the point - and for you Wikipedia folks.)
ANY WAY... so Friday another bill arrives and it is in the paid file - no date - no mark in the check book just in the wrong pile. Which tells me when I was doing bills I was interrupted mid-way it got missed because someone needed something immediately and well - me being that imperfect human - whoops. So 3 in the course of 6 weeks and I am - well let's put it this way trying to put us into the poor house with fees and interest - more like 2 phone calls and fees waived and bills paid and life somehow manages to go on... go figure. Last time I checked the debt police were not at the door and the people on the other end say things like - oh no problem Aunt Ing, we can take care of it for you (as we are not regular deadbeats - unlike my husband's comments to the contrary)
The weekend has proven uneventful - after the Friday night fits. Saturday I was up way to early thanks to puppy bladders and more importantly her stomach - i.e.Shelby. Even after getting up I can still manage to be late for a 9:15 appointment (blood work for another doctor visit next Monday). But that was tended, Bubba and I went out to breakfast then to the Home improvement store for dirt - yes we had to buy dirt because our pups apparently are trying to dig to China via several large and deep holes in the back yard. So we filled in the craters and picked up the land mines... har har har.... it was a nice day, sun shining, temperatures were a bit chilly but we got things done. Came inside, did bills -- all of them --- (I hope) got laundry started, we researched vacations spots. Its looking like a trip to Alaska... should be fun! Of course when Bubba darling started to see prices and airfare he tried to go cheap somewhere out of Baltimore - Nope. Sorry Pumpkin last year's vacation was cleaning and repainting the deck 2 days at a nice resort after seriously wanting to kill you over a new car purchase. There will be time away with meals I don't have to cook and an opportunity to bury my nose in my Kindle without you having to talk to me... not to mention this will most likely be post surgery so I'll be a cheap date - at least liquor wise.
We also set up appointments for window replacement - this should be a good time. My intention is to allow Bubba the Arab trader in a former life deal with this. I want windows in the size and configuration they currently stand, with a new front door - and if we're lucky a new back door... that way I won't spend next winter listening to the wind blow through the holes in the current doorways.
My calendar for the next two weeks is a nightmare - we have window and doctor appointments, we have a practice and an event Saturday afternoon. Bubba is disappearing to West VA Friday night - although he did mention no confirmation of guys night - so we'll just withhold comment until then. Oh yeah and that working for a living thing and whatever else may get tossed in the mix.
My plan for Sunday is to be lazy - you know things like finishing up the laundry, ironing (haven't done in it a while) clean the kitchen, make dinner and think about an early bed time after all we lost an hour's sleep last night - and I certainly can't afford it.
It's another lovely day outside, Shelby and Violet are outside, Shelby sleeping in the sun Violet wondering around looking for a pillow. I offer to Violet to come inside but she wants to be outside with Shelby - unusual but hey who am I to argue?
In other news my dinner Thursday went well -only mishap was my taken a corner apparently too quick had some chicken sauce spillage - oh SO grateful for that cover in the back of my car... cleaned up real nice... the dogs will still probably sniff it to death but it still should be mostly cleaner and gone by now. Why am I envisioning a 4 hour car ride home with two dogs trying to lick small corners of the back of my car... goodness...
Off to make a grocery list, and all those other relaxing Sunday things... later!
ahem. So - the latest in my imperfections I had 3 bills in 6 weeks with an issue, first was a fat finger on the computer Card Ci versus Card Ch - I paid one twice and one not at all... Tomato... thankfully the one I didn't pay had the EZ pass on it - and that's it... so $15 fee on a $25 bill. Fun right? So of course AFTER the Bubba FIT I took care of things.. called, admitted my mistake; the nice lady from somewhere in India waived my fee, I paid the bill and done. It was a mistake - chuck it up to stuff happens. Am I wrong here? Am I the only one who mis-clicks? I do bills almost every week, this doesn't happen every day.... then whoops problem with the cell phone bill - in January was brought up. Apparently I missed that bill too so when we got a text message from Large V Phone Company that we were past due.... didn't the poo hit the air circulation device. Whoops- somehow I missed that one - don't ask me how bills go in one location - when they are moved and usually not by me - they get missed. OK - not good, not happy but it's done right? You pay it and you move on - VPhone knows you aren't a regular dead beat - you pay 99% of your bills on time - one whoops doesn't not a crisis make... unless your Bubba then the payment police are on your door step guns drawn, you'll work until your dead you will never save any money you'll be destitute until forever -- bla bla bla. I can't possibly be the first person to miss lay a bill and it not get paid - either mistakenly or on purpose - and trust me this was a mistake. Will someone please explain to me the reaction of having an absolute fit - with name calling and other not so nice things over a missed bill - one month. That was paid on line before he was done having said fit? Seriously. Whoops a mistake was made - you fix it and move on... I'm blaming his mother - after all isn't that who the analysts blame? Either that or that still pond water known as Bubba Sr may have had similar 'fits' when Bubba Jr was young and impressionable. Who knows these people talk about their family life as if it were state secrets. (they don't talk at all... it the point - and for you Wikipedia folks.)
ANY WAY... so Friday another bill arrives and it is in the paid file - no date - no mark in the check book just in the wrong pile. Which tells me when I was doing bills I was interrupted mid-way it got missed because someone needed something immediately and well - me being that imperfect human - whoops. So 3 in the course of 6 weeks and I am - well let's put it this way trying to put us into the poor house with fees and interest - more like 2 phone calls and fees waived and bills paid and life somehow manages to go on... go figure. Last time I checked the debt police were not at the door and the people on the other end say things like - oh no problem Aunt Ing, we can take care of it for you (as we are not regular deadbeats - unlike my husband's comments to the contrary)
The weekend has proven uneventful - after the Friday night fits. Saturday I was up way to early thanks to puppy bladders and more importantly her stomach - i.e.Shelby. Even after getting up I can still manage to be late for a 9:15 appointment (blood work for another doctor visit next Monday). But that was tended, Bubba and I went out to breakfast then to the Home improvement store for dirt - yes we had to buy dirt because our pups apparently are trying to dig to China via several large and deep holes in the back yard. So we filled in the craters and picked up the land mines... har har har.... it was a nice day, sun shining, temperatures were a bit chilly but we got things done. Came inside, did bills -- all of them --- (I hope) got laundry started, we researched vacations spots. Its looking like a trip to Alaska... should be fun! Of course when Bubba darling started to see prices and airfare he tried to go cheap somewhere out of Baltimore - Nope. Sorry Pumpkin last year's vacation was cleaning and repainting the deck 2 days at a nice resort after seriously wanting to kill you over a new car purchase. There will be time away with meals I don't have to cook and an opportunity to bury my nose in my Kindle without you having to talk to me... not to mention this will most likely be post surgery so I'll be a cheap date - at least liquor wise.
We also set up appointments for window replacement - this should be a good time. My intention is to allow Bubba the Arab trader in a former life deal with this. I want windows in the size and configuration they currently stand, with a new front door - and if we're lucky a new back door... that way I won't spend next winter listening to the wind blow through the holes in the current doorways.
My calendar for the next two weeks is a nightmare - we have window and doctor appointments, we have a practice and an event Saturday afternoon. Bubba is disappearing to West VA Friday night - although he did mention no confirmation of guys night - so we'll just withhold comment until then. Oh yeah and that working for a living thing and whatever else may get tossed in the mix.
My plan for Sunday is to be lazy - you know things like finishing up the laundry, ironing (haven't done in it a while) clean the kitchen, make dinner and think about an early bed time after all we lost an hour's sleep last night - and I certainly can't afford it.
It's another lovely day outside, Shelby and Violet are outside, Shelby sleeping in the sun Violet wondering around looking for a pillow. I offer to Violet to come inside but she wants to be outside with Shelby - unusual but hey who am I to argue?
In other news my dinner Thursday went well -only mishap was my taken a corner apparently too quick had some chicken sauce spillage - oh SO grateful for that cover in the back of my car... cleaned up real nice... the dogs will still probably sniff it to death but it still should be mostly cleaner and gone by now. Why am I envisioning a 4 hour car ride home with two dogs trying to lick small corners of the back of my car... goodness...
Off to make a grocery list, and all those other relaxing Sunday things... later!
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
A nit to pick...
What is a nit anyway? (Remind self to yahoo.com it later - not using Google heaven knows what weirdo profile they would put you in...and I've wandered)
OK and we're back. So this undefined nit I'm going to pick today stems from a conversation I had with my spousal unit....you know Bubba. Who managed to get home at the early hour of 8:30 PM... well after dinner had been cooked and enjoyed by yours truly. ANY way... Mr Wonderful comes home, I am zoned out in front of the TV half hoping he calls and says he won't be home for another hour, which then meant I would be in bed earlier... but no --- he arrives and asks... "What are we doing next weekend?" I tell him that I am committed (and probably should be) to a Lady Shriner to-do and he is of course invited - food and drink... he said no he didn't want to go to that because (wait for it) he and two buddies are going to West Virginia (wait...) to go GAMBLING... So he's planning another gambling trip in which they "might" stay overnight not sure that. So I can't hide my unhappy face for a number of reasons 1) the unending nag about me spending money 2) me attending another event - alone 3) me responsible for everything again including a trip in DC twice alone and 4) him just off doing what ever he wants whenever he wants without any discussion if I do the same there is HECK to pay.... so I hit him with when I asked to head to PA for our niece's first communion (a Catholic thing) I got a lot of hemming and hawing and we'll sees....so... I hit him where it hurts - or at least guil-ted him going home to PA to sit in a church watching Niece E get her thing (which will take all of 5 minutes in a hour long service) then go and have a party - which may or may not be at my brother's in-laws (please heavens no) then home again...
So... when I bring up the above skipping 1-4 and getting right to the I wanted to head home... he says make it happen. Fine Piccard I will again do all the heavy lifting and make it happen. But that nit is still stuck in my craw -- work is NEVER an issue when it comes to Bubba having to go and do when and where he wants -oh sure this year he had to change his spring trip to Vegas to May instead of April due to a deadline - but for a Friday night trip with the boys - not a problem. A Friday night - weekend thing to be part of the family - oh hem oh haw oh bother.... and don't you know come early May there will be all this 'discussion' regarding what time to leave, when we head home, bla bla all because he has work to do. Fine pumpkin, you have 3.5 hours up and 3.5 hours back - open the lap top and make sure you have a full battery. Kiss-my-grits.
The nagging thing at me is I was mad - he was home Monday at 7:30 for a hockey game, Tuesday its 8:30 when he knows I'm out Monday but home Tuesday then who knows tonight but I won't care because I have a massage, and Thursday I'm doing dinner for the lodge, and Friday - well I'm doing my own thing and who knows what his royal cranky-ness has planned or how much whining will go on if I dare ask him to come to the Ladies' Group to-do Saturday night.
I guess the final ice pick in this nit - if I'm going to live alone I might as well get all the benefits - otherwise well you get all the work with none of the benefits - you know like a date for functions when you don't want to go alone... But then considering his 'enjoyment' of things lodge related - it's better I go alone have a good time and head home early.
All right we've examined that bit of belly button link enough on to other things - like what the heck happened to my nice mellow job? We got busy and there are all these moving parts all of a sudden and the Government Boss is in our office WAY too much and I am beginning to wonder about all this. Plus found out my nice location will end in two years - building has been sold. Groovy so we've got a sunset date on this job... because Aunt Ing is so not driving out to the Northern VA hinterlands to go to work - been there done that - crashed the car - not doing that again. And you can't make me. Besides who the heck knows where life will take me in two years - heck the world could end in December... either way I'm covered. :-)
The hour is now late, I have been massaged to within an inch of my life and I am ready to crash hard... now if I just didn't have to get up so darn early... oh yeah and leave early too - cooking the lodge dinner tomorrow night - you might want to send a little something heaven ward for those boys - after all Bubba married me - he has to eat my cooking - the rest of these boys - well... suckers. :-)
Will advise how the pork marinade went with chicken... Stay tuned for as the chicken turns - will it stay down or come back for an encore?
OK that was gross - my apologies - really going to bed now.
OK and we're back. So this undefined nit I'm going to pick today stems from a conversation I had with my spousal unit....you know Bubba. Who managed to get home at the early hour of 8:30 PM... well after dinner had been cooked and enjoyed by yours truly. ANY way... Mr Wonderful comes home, I am zoned out in front of the TV half hoping he calls and says he won't be home for another hour, which then meant I would be in bed earlier... but no --- he arrives and asks... "What are we doing next weekend?" I tell him that I am committed (and probably should be) to a Lady Shriner to-do and he is of course invited - food and drink... he said no he didn't want to go to that because (wait for it) he and two buddies are going to West Virginia (wait...) to go GAMBLING... So he's planning another gambling trip in which they "might" stay overnight not sure that. So I can't hide my unhappy face for a number of reasons 1) the unending nag about me spending money 2) me attending another event - alone 3) me responsible for everything again including a trip in DC twice alone and 4) him just off doing what ever he wants whenever he wants without any discussion if I do the same there is HECK to pay.... so I hit him with when I asked to head to PA for our niece's first communion (a Catholic thing) I got a lot of hemming and hawing and we'll sees....so... I hit him where it hurts - or at least guil-ted him going home to PA to sit in a church watching Niece E get her thing (which will take all of 5 minutes in a hour long service) then go and have a party - which may or may not be at my brother's in-laws (please heavens no) then home again...
So... when I bring up the above skipping 1-4 and getting right to the I wanted to head home... he says make it happen. Fine Piccard I will again do all the heavy lifting and make it happen. But that nit is still stuck in my craw -- work is NEVER an issue when it comes to Bubba having to go and do when and where he wants -oh sure this year he had to change his spring trip to Vegas to May instead of April due to a deadline - but for a Friday night trip with the boys - not a problem. A Friday night - weekend thing to be part of the family - oh hem oh haw oh bother.... and don't you know come early May there will be all this 'discussion' regarding what time to leave, when we head home, bla bla all because he has work to do. Fine pumpkin, you have 3.5 hours up and 3.5 hours back - open the lap top and make sure you have a full battery. Kiss-my-grits.
The nagging thing at me is I was mad - he was home Monday at 7:30 for a hockey game, Tuesday its 8:30 when he knows I'm out Monday but home Tuesday then who knows tonight but I won't care because I have a massage, and Thursday I'm doing dinner for the lodge, and Friday - well I'm doing my own thing and who knows what his royal cranky-ness has planned or how much whining will go on if I dare ask him to come to the Ladies' Group to-do Saturday night.
I guess the final ice pick in this nit - if I'm going to live alone I might as well get all the benefits - otherwise well you get all the work with none of the benefits - you know like a date for functions when you don't want to go alone... But then considering his 'enjoyment' of things lodge related - it's better I go alone have a good time and head home early.
All right we've examined that bit of belly button link enough on to other things - like what the heck happened to my nice mellow job? We got busy and there are all these moving parts all of a sudden and the Government Boss is in our office WAY too much and I am beginning to wonder about all this. Plus found out my nice location will end in two years - building has been sold. Groovy so we've got a sunset date on this job... because Aunt Ing is so not driving out to the Northern VA hinterlands to go to work - been there done that - crashed the car - not doing that again. And you can't make me. Besides who the heck knows where life will take me in two years - heck the world could end in December... either way I'm covered. :-)
The hour is now late, I have been massaged to within an inch of my life and I am ready to crash hard... now if I just didn't have to get up so darn early... oh yeah and leave early too - cooking the lodge dinner tomorrow night - you might want to send a little something heaven ward for those boys - after all Bubba married me - he has to eat my cooking - the rest of these boys - well... suckers. :-)
Will advise how the pork marinade went with chicken... Stay tuned for as the chicken turns - will it stay down or come back for an encore?
OK that was gross - my apologies - really going to bed now.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
A weekend wrap up - of sorts...
Sunday afternoon - fed, fat and happy. Met some old friend for brunch, former co-workers good folks, with a 3 year old daughter, as at the age, cute as cute can be. We enjoyed breakfast, we chatted about this that and the other - it was very nice way to start the day. Of course we had to get up and get moving this morning - easier said than done but we did. I sort of over did it - but I have dinner planned so we'll total up breakfast and move on. Kinda like the plate of pasta I inhaled yesterday.... ah yesterday.
Let's hit the light way back music and start with Friday as that builds into Saturday...
(and of course I hit Bubba-interuptus... so here we are at Monday... I shall go on)
Friday, ah Friday (where have I heard that?) We left early having our 40 hour bell chime, and our government customer not happy to see any number greater than 40... we dance the dance of the free and head out the door - I with my laundry list of things to see to, purchase, organize, deposit, drop off and pick up - yes Wonder Woman for a Friday afternoon is back. So, I hit Wal-Mart hard, I had a list of stuff for the girl's group (more on that later) a few things for you're truly, and other random things; got that done, went to the bank and made a fool of myself as I did the drive through and proceeded to drop the stupid tube thing to put said deposit into.... so I had to slowly back out to find the bleeping thing because I have to pull so close to it for my arms to reach the stupid tube-y thing... that then gets sucked up into the bank... oh bother whatever. ANY way... found the tube, pulled back in, smiled stupidly at the now entertained teller, get that done, head out, to drop of Treasurer stuff to the Secretary of the Ladies' group, we chat briefly I am worried about our next in coming president... but we shall solider on. Then off to the cheap store for gift bags then to pick up Bubba's shirts and then to the lodge to get all the stuff we have to haul to Baltimore tomorrow and to organize it and see where we could use more stuff....
Got home, tended to bouncy puppies, got all that girl's group stuff organized counted and labeled, fixed a box and then got it all back out into my car because if Bubba were to see all that - well the words wouldn't have been pretty and frankly wasn't in the mood to deal with it. Plus it was less to haul out tomorrow in a skirt, this was in done and organized. Then... took 30 seconds to relax, Mr. Happy calls to tell me he's headed home and wants dinner... yeah. So I make dinner - he's happy with the choice, we hunker down for a Friday night and it's all groovy.
Saturday morning was good, Bubba had plans with his friend from the previous job, with the understanding he needed to be home to tend to our girls. I was up and dressed and ready to head out to the girl's group meeting location, gather up girls and head north. We did that - got everyone on their way - then we had a dad who's car wouldn't start - thankfully there was another dad there, I scooped up kids and away we went - Dad with his car and directions, us off to our location. I was worried about being late - please don't ask me why... this is the Girl's group these people couldn't start anything on time so what was I concerned about?? We got there got the car unloaded, got things re-organized, got kids where they needed to be, and I sat - with two other mothers and mellowed.... then I went up and down stairs checking on kids, making sure things were tended, checked on my older girls, got sucked into a job, got out of that job then wandered off... and mostly kept moving. We had dinner, I ate too much, then we had to sit through a meeting, thankfully short, after all that --- allow me to gloat like the biggest sore winner known to mankind. Allow me elaborate....
First, my local girls group is growing, thriving and generally making me crazy... but in a good way. Second, I have the most girls who hold a state wide office (6 girls). Saturday was the big practice before the State convention in 2 weeks...my girls were on time, dressed appropriately, and had everything they needed. My girls competed in the memory work competition - and apparently did pretty well based upon all the feedback I got that day ... should I say all the POSITIVE feedback I got that day. From various adults - most of whom don't like me much... I danced on a lot of toes early on because I did things my way and they didn't like that. ANY who.... basking in that glow we go to the meeting, we are headed to the wind down of a long day, and we announce in the meeting that we have donated 53 smile bags; (her service project for the year- making bags to give to kids going into surgery) with almost everything they need to be filed, soaps, shampoo, toothbrush, crayons, coloring books etc.... the look on the gal's face was priceless the look on the adults face.. made me smile in a manner that will not win my any good sportsmanship awards.... AND found out after the meeting from the gal's mama... we DOUBLED the number of bags she had collected and made throughout the state!!!! She had 50 - we gave her 53!!!! How freaking awesome are we! (toot toot toot)
And dag-nabbit I worked hard, I kept publishing we needed this stuff and I pushed hard at the end, and I did my part Friday and went shopping cleaned Wal-Mart out of kid travel toothbrush and toothpaste sets, not to mention shampoo, soaps and the like. One gal and Dad bought all the needed washcloths, this was really a group effort!! Again very happy; not a lot of false modesty here... these people have made me nuts over the years and to get one up - however petty - I'm taking it. so there.
Oh - and a final cherry on our Sundae - or Saturday as the case may be... the leader of Maryland girls was speaking to me about talking up the National convention because my girls are so good at doing their memory work and she wants to field another team (the year we won 2nd place nationally my kid was leader of Maryland - not that I had many kids competing that year). So yes I am being small and petty and basking in the glow because I've been the kid outside looking in, then I saw the kids inside were working like dogs and up all hours of the night - screw that - I'll be over here having fun with the kids, keeping kids organized and not be involved with all that drama mess that the inside kids have to deal with... happily whistling a tune....
I figure this will last another 2 weeks and I'll do something to piss off the in crowd again and my name will be mud - again - still... who cares! I am happy now!
Sunday - as I started this post with - started with brunch, so nice. Then mellow afternoon, went and had my nails done, then grocery shopping then came home, made dinner, and enjoyed a quiet evening.
Monday - again was a sprint to the finish... (it is now Tuesday morning) up moving, feeling groovy or is that groggy - getting pills into pups, hear my cell phone -- didn't get to it fast enough - my carpooler was under the weather and not driving in - he left a message. So bonus few minutes got things tended and head out the door alone at 6 AM. I wasn't sure what to do with myself... made it in, put in another day with slacker tester... here is more rope butthead - pretty soon it's going to be a bungee cord without an anchor.
Then - home and it's another sprint... home pups, dinner, gather up stuff for the girl's group we're making chocolate lollipops for give-aways at the State convention it was like herding cats after they have found the Costco sized stash of catnip.... fun!
Also I was actually running a bit ahead of schedule only to be reminded they Ladies' group was doing an audit last night and I needed to bring my tickets and records - so back home, felt so guilty as I heard Shelby crying in the crate, then ran back to the lodge -got that all done and cleaned up, came home, cleaned the kitchen, st down for 30 minutes and went to bed and died.
This morning just to start things off right... I woke up 10 minutes before I had to leave the house... yeah. So run run run, didn't wake up the brown dog, fed the black dog and put my face in a bag and put my make up on at work.... sent email to the hubby - who EVERY OTHER MORNING.. first thing he does is read his email.... to give violet her meds... instead she had to go pee - and Bubba didn't pay attention and had a mess to clean up this morning in the laundry room.... ah well. could have been worse could have been in the bedroom. I am sure when I talk to Mr. Happy some time today it will certainly not be all roses and sunshine. Yeah.
All righty - let's get this day started... again. I hate mornings that start with whoosh and sprint. And I hate the fact that I know Bubba wasn't happy with the old girl Violet because I didn't tend to her.. but I won't discuss her other 'parent' not bothering either.. ever - but I digress and if I keep going about King Cranky upon his throne of do nothing but work.... ah never mind.
Oh bonus - weigh in day... won't that be fun?? grumble grumble.... where the heck is the do over button on this day already??
Let's hit the light way back music and start with Friday as that builds into Saturday...
(and of course I hit Bubba-interuptus... so here we are at Monday... I shall go on)
Friday, ah Friday (where have I heard that?) We left early having our 40 hour bell chime, and our government customer not happy to see any number greater than 40... we dance the dance of the free and head out the door - I with my laundry list of things to see to, purchase, organize, deposit, drop off and pick up - yes Wonder Woman for a Friday afternoon is back. So, I hit Wal-Mart hard, I had a list of stuff for the girl's group (more on that later) a few things for you're truly, and other random things; got that done, went to the bank and made a fool of myself as I did the drive through and proceeded to drop the stupid tube thing to put said deposit into.... so I had to slowly back out to find the bleeping thing because I have to pull so close to it for my arms to reach the stupid tube-y thing... that then gets sucked up into the bank... oh bother whatever. ANY way... found the tube, pulled back in, smiled stupidly at the now entertained teller, get that done, head out, to drop of Treasurer stuff to the Secretary of the Ladies' group, we chat briefly I am worried about our next in coming president... but we shall solider on. Then off to the cheap store for gift bags then to pick up Bubba's shirts and then to the lodge to get all the stuff we have to haul to Baltimore tomorrow and to organize it and see where we could use more stuff....
Got home, tended to bouncy puppies, got all that girl's group stuff organized counted and labeled, fixed a box and then got it all back out into my car because if Bubba were to see all that - well the words wouldn't have been pretty and frankly wasn't in the mood to deal with it. Plus it was less to haul out tomorrow in a skirt, this was in done and organized. Then... took 30 seconds to relax, Mr. Happy calls to tell me he's headed home and wants dinner... yeah. So I make dinner - he's happy with the choice, we hunker down for a Friday night and it's all groovy.
Saturday morning was good, Bubba had plans with his friend from the previous job, with the understanding he needed to be home to tend to our girls. I was up and dressed and ready to head out to the girl's group meeting location, gather up girls and head north. We did that - got everyone on their way - then we had a dad who's car wouldn't start - thankfully there was another dad there, I scooped up kids and away we went - Dad with his car and directions, us off to our location. I was worried about being late - please don't ask me why... this is the Girl's group these people couldn't start anything on time so what was I concerned about?? We got there got the car unloaded, got things re-organized, got kids where they needed to be, and I sat - with two other mothers and mellowed.... then I went up and down stairs checking on kids, making sure things were tended, checked on my older girls, got sucked into a job, got out of that job then wandered off... and mostly kept moving. We had dinner, I ate too much, then we had to sit through a meeting, thankfully short, after all that --- allow me to gloat like the biggest sore winner known to mankind. Allow me elaborate....
First, my local girls group is growing, thriving and generally making me crazy... but in a good way. Second, I have the most girls who hold a state wide office (6 girls). Saturday was the big practice before the State convention in 2 weeks...my girls were on time, dressed appropriately, and had everything they needed. My girls competed in the memory work competition - and apparently did pretty well based upon all the feedback I got that day ... should I say all the POSITIVE feedback I got that day. From various adults - most of whom don't like me much... I danced on a lot of toes early on because I did things my way and they didn't like that. ANY who.... basking in that glow we go to the meeting, we are headed to the wind down of a long day, and we announce in the meeting that we have donated 53 smile bags; (her service project for the year- making bags to give to kids going into surgery) with almost everything they need to be filed, soaps, shampoo, toothbrush, crayons, coloring books etc.... the look on the gal's face was priceless the look on the adults face.. made me smile in a manner that will not win my any good sportsmanship awards.... AND found out after the meeting from the gal's mama... we DOUBLED the number of bags she had collected and made throughout the state!!!! She had 50 - we gave her 53!!!! How freaking awesome are we! (toot toot toot)
And dag-nabbit I worked hard, I kept publishing we needed this stuff and I pushed hard at the end, and I did my part Friday and went shopping cleaned Wal-Mart out of kid travel toothbrush and toothpaste sets, not to mention shampoo, soaps and the like. One gal and Dad bought all the needed washcloths, this was really a group effort!! Again very happy; not a lot of false modesty here... these people have made me nuts over the years and to get one up - however petty - I'm taking it. so there.
Oh - and a final cherry on our Sundae - or Saturday as the case may be... the leader of Maryland girls was speaking to me about talking up the National convention because my girls are so good at doing their memory work and she wants to field another team (the year we won 2nd place nationally my kid was leader of Maryland - not that I had many kids competing that year). So yes I am being small and petty and basking in the glow because I've been the kid outside looking in, then I saw the kids inside were working like dogs and up all hours of the night - screw that - I'll be over here having fun with the kids, keeping kids organized and not be involved with all that drama mess that the inside kids have to deal with... happily whistling a tune....
I figure this will last another 2 weeks and I'll do something to piss off the in crowd again and my name will be mud - again - still... who cares! I am happy now!
Sunday - as I started this post with - started with brunch, so nice. Then mellow afternoon, went and had my nails done, then grocery shopping then came home, made dinner, and enjoyed a quiet evening.
Monday - again was a sprint to the finish... (it is now Tuesday morning) up moving, feeling groovy or is that groggy - getting pills into pups, hear my cell phone -- didn't get to it fast enough - my carpooler was under the weather and not driving in - he left a message. So bonus few minutes got things tended and head out the door alone at 6 AM. I wasn't sure what to do with myself... made it in, put in another day with slacker tester... here is more rope butthead - pretty soon it's going to be a bungee cord without an anchor.
Then - home and it's another sprint... home pups, dinner, gather up stuff for the girl's group we're making chocolate lollipops for give-aways at the State convention it was like herding cats after they have found the Costco sized stash of catnip.... fun!
Also I was actually running a bit ahead of schedule only to be reminded they Ladies' group was doing an audit last night and I needed to bring my tickets and records - so back home, felt so guilty as I heard Shelby crying in the crate, then ran back to the lodge -got that all done and cleaned up, came home, cleaned the kitchen, st down for 30 minutes and went to bed and died.
This morning just to start things off right... I woke up 10 minutes before I had to leave the house... yeah. So run run run, didn't wake up the brown dog, fed the black dog and put my face in a bag and put my make up on at work.... sent email to the hubby - who EVERY OTHER MORNING.. first thing he does is read his email.... to give violet her meds... instead she had to go pee - and Bubba didn't pay attention and had a mess to clean up this morning in the laundry room.... ah well. could have been worse could have been in the bedroom. I am sure when I talk to Mr. Happy some time today it will certainly not be all roses and sunshine. Yeah.
All righty - let's get this day started... again. I hate mornings that start with whoosh and sprint. And I hate the fact that I know Bubba wasn't happy with the old girl Violet because I didn't tend to her.. but I won't discuss her other 'parent' not bothering either.. ever - but I digress and if I keep going about King Cranky upon his throne of do nothing but work.... ah never mind.
Oh bonus - weigh in day... won't that be fun?? grumble grumble.... where the heck is the do over button on this day already??
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Sit back and get comfy...
I didn't post last week because the words were boring to me, and then the weekend hit and you would think that I wouldn't tempt the little witch Karma but apparently she saw the challenge; broke out the blender, hit frappe on Monday and liquefy on Tuesday - Wednesday the little snot just kept hitting the pulse button to make sure I was still paying attention - or she likes to see me twitch.
So... let's start with the weekend, Girl's group books sale - moved to the smaller building because I lost the argument with the President of the building association over who could use the bigger building - the folks paying for the time or us who don't pay a dime (Did I mention said president is the man I married? - anyone else would have been more workable!) ... So up at 6 AM - we closed shop an hour early as there was nothing happening and I had restless teenagers to entertain and frankly I was so not in the mood to do that bit of nonsense.
Sunday was fun, had a great breakfast out with the hubby who then went his merry way as I hosted a Mary Kay party of 3 which frankly I enjoyed the heck out of, because we were chatty and fun and money spending wine drinking fools. Of course all that good vibe was immediately sucked out of the room when Bubba the skinflint starting nagging on about the money I spent on stuff and the additional money I spent on party supplies... then he started asking why do I always have to host these things why can't I go [away] and do this crap [i.e. leave the house and remote alone to him]. BUT if I do that - he'll grump because there are other things I'm not doing like fixing him a meal, or doing laundry. Amazing how all that stuff happens even when I toss a "party" of 3 people. Yeesh.
SO - Sunday night, he grumps I ignore, to bed, to arise before the zombies go to sleep, and start another week. I did not anticipate anything major this week, schedule was pretty usual, and well you roll with what ever punches are tossed your way. Again - karma + blender = Aunt Ing's week is a goopy mess. Monday rescheduled, meetings, meeting minutes, emails coming fast and furious - holy electrons batman WTH?
Then to add the whipped topping to that sundae of a work day I have a Ladies' group meeting, that was the last one for one president... and oh goodies we have company. The Grand Deputy PITA. (yes - pain in the) she "belongs" to us to ensure we do all the words and the steps and the gestures correctly - yes gestures not maneuvers for you Eddie Izzard fans out there. And of course there is year end reports, and more foolishness and frankly carp - so finally meeting over. There is a spread after the meeting -full of cake and cookies and all sorts of things I can't eat and since last week's weigh in was less that fab - I was a very good girl and didn't go in the room. Dealt with other stuff, got my tickets for being treasurer and headed home only to remember a bag of stuff for the girls, to make the bags for kids going surgery. They are called smile bags, (google it) so pull up near the front door - oh and did I mention the President of the organization parked her car RIGHT in front of the main door - leaving very little room to get in and out easily - in a long dress no less.. way to go pumpkin. DOES ANYONE ELSE CARE THERE ARE OTHER PEOPLE IN THE WORLD AROUND THEM ANYMORE?
Ahem (cue Linus with his blanket to tell me how it all works....)
Never mind - back to our tale --- so get my stuff, say good night, get down one step and trip over my own two clumsy feet and go down, on driveway, in my long white dress, I lose a shoe the keys are elsewhere and the wrist that had finally started to heal - was throbbing like a drunks head at his first AA meeting. So to the quick cross check, spectacles, ... ah never mind. I get up, dust myself off, check for rips, dirt and gather myself thankful I don't have to pick up 200 pounds of little sample sized anything and get back into my car - also grateful no one was there to witness my left-over-and-under-the right moment. Head home - oh goodie he's home... change clothes, watch one taped 30 minute program and went to bed.
Ok then Tuesday - Karma apparently had gotten hold of some crack and she hit the blender button hard and repeatedly. I get into work at 6:30 AM - yes in the morning.... at 7:00 AM (still in the blessed morning) the tea in my cup still hot and bubbly, breakfast not yet a thought -- in walks my government boss and he proceeds to tell me and my office mate why he is not happy with the high profile project our team's slacker has been - well slacking on. Does it matter than when we went "live" with this project we TOLD the government person that project slacker/ slicky boy wasn't the guy to put on this project? Does it matter that project slacker/ slicky boy can't manage to put together a 5 page preformatted report (insert this answer HERE) in anything less than 2 weeks - and that was when me and the gov guy is asking for DAILY updates.. did gov-y listen? No.
So here we are on a project that should have been done if not well ahead of where we were are WEEKS ago - and I'm getting the ass chewing? Well guess what - my new mission is life is to not get my ass chewed and that means - I make yours miserable - puddin' head slacker. Now this slacker also fancies himself as the 'smart' guy in the room - and he goes right to the gov boss to say its never his fault... well pumpkin gov-y guy has seen two high profile projects that it is your fault - and now it's mine too. So - than ain't happening on my watch... because now I'm watching you like a fat chick at the ice cream buffet - and your the man with the hot fudge sauce. Crap now I want ice cream --- I really have to think of other analogies other than food...
ALSO!!! Tuesday - I got an email from my company boss (yeah I know...twice the fun!) but I see him once a week if I make the effort to speak to the man - otherwise we pass in the week. So I asked for internal, company training, in January, my mentor said this would be good training to take. Monday - February 27th - I got my reply... after nudging the man twice more - that with overhead budgets being watched - they said I should take the training in JUNE. Oh - yeah and the March class has been cancelled - wonder why....
Now I missed the freaking class in December because they couldn't get their act together - and now this.. so much for upward mobility. I mentioned this to my company boss who basically shrugged his shoulders, we laughed about how to handle my review - and told me he wouldn't put a lot of training on for my goals. Yuck Yuck - and for that I left 30 minutes later than usual, got home later and so wanted to yell at someone.
I ate good instead... mostly. Bubba's boss is in town - so no cooking in my world - and oh, gee, look at me all unhappy about that.... or not so much.
Wednesday was Leap Day... whoo hoo... now the weather was a bit freakier but the big whoot in my day was my 10 AM appointment with a surgeon. Yes an actual cut you open type doctor - who does.... the chubby surgery!!! Also known as Gastric bypass. Now I have done research been to three - no four lectures on this surgery and all it's various variations - and now we found a surgeon who takes my insurance, returns phone calls and looks like he won't be a total idiot. Everything was hunky and Dorey until I got the laundry list of additional tests and foolishness I must do in preparation for this surgery. I won't freak me out again by looking at it but I will face all that... very very soon.
Wednesday evening, home again, and wonder woman came roaring out... dropped off carpool guy, got gas, had money off with the grocery points, dropped mail in the post office box, made my way home, let the dogs out, fed them, changed my clothes made a wardrobe decision then and there for Thursday, fed me, cleaned the kitchen, let the bug guy in, re-upped the contract because he as the magic make the stink bugs stay out of my chimney and fire place stuff, met the Mary Kay lady with the rest of my order, got my friends - so lunch some day next week - whoot! picked up misc - and sundries stuff around the house, loved the dogs, did the Ladies' group tickets as needed, dealt with Major Crankypants, and grumped to Mama. I was in bed early. Bubba came home some time well after I was sound asleep. And I left him in a similar condition this morning...
Today - Karma is just screwing with me-- Slacker-Tester (his new name) is well slacking again - in spite of the fact he has been chewed up and spit out by said gov boss, had another verbal munching right before lunch, and has two email pokes from me personally. Dude - the clue bat is beating about the head and shoulders to you think you might want to do something? Or not - fine by me we can hire someone else who will do the job....
So, as my job has been spinning these last days - I have do what any normal stressed person would do. I rearranged my desk, cleaned up the clutter and now have a slightly different configuration - I am trapped by phone locations, wires and machines... but to the best of my ability I have shifted, putzed, tossed and put crap in binders. My inner neat freak has her moments - granted they are few and far between but there are days we like her.
So with 2 hours left in my day - I will do something constructive with them - I hope. Then head home to another list of stuff, the Friday ah Friday - meetings and minutes and hope a bit early. I won't get into Saturday... that will be a nice long post too I fear....
(No stories about Bubba haven't seen him since Monday night for 30 minutes - literally.)
So... let's start with the weekend, Girl's group books sale - moved to the smaller building because I lost the argument with the President of the building association over who could use the bigger building - the folks paying for the time or us who don't pay a dime (Did I mention said president is the man I married? - anyone else would have been more workable!) ... So up at 6 AM - we closed shop an hour early as there was nothing happening and I had restless teenagers to entertain and frankly I was so not in the mood to do that bit of nonsense.
Sunday was fun, had a great breakfast out with the hubby who then went his merry way as I hosted a Mary Kay party of 3 which frankly I enjoyed the heck out of, because we were chatty and fun and money spending wine drinking fools. Of course all that good vibe was immediately sucked out of the room when Bubba the skinflint starting nagging on about the money I spent on stuff and the additional money I spent on party supplies... then he started asking why do I always have to host these things why can't I go [away] and do this crap [i.e. leave the house and remote alone to him]. BUT if I do that - he'll grump because there are other things I'm not doing like fixing him a meal, or doing laundry. Amazing how all that stuff happens even when I toss a "party" of 3 people. Yeesh.
SO - Sunday night, he grumps I ignore, to bed, to arise before the zombies go to sleep, and start another week. I did not anticipate anything major this week, schedule was pretty usual, and well you roll with what ever punches are tossed your way. Again - karma + blender = Aunt Ing's week is a goopy mess. Monday rescheduled, meetings, meeting minutes, emails coming fast and furious - holy electrons batman WTH?
Then to add the whipped topping to that sundae of a work day I have a Ladies' group meeting, that was the last one for one president... and oh goodies we have company. The Grand Deputy PITA. (yes - pain in the) she "belongs" to us to ensure we do all the words and the steps and the gestures correctly - yes gestures not maneuvers for you Eddie Izzard fans out there. And of course there is year end reports, and more foolishness and frankly carp - so finally meeting over. There is a spread after the meeting -full of cake and cookies and all sorts of things I can't eat and since last week's weigh in was less that fab - I was a very good girl and didn't go in the room. Dealt with other stuff, got my tickets for being treasurer and headed home only to remember a bag of stuff for the girls, to make the bags for kids going surgery. They are called smile bags, (google it) so pull up near the front door - oh and did I mention the President of the organization parked her car RIGHT in front of the main door - leaving very little room to get in and out easily - in a long dress no less.. way to go pumpkin. DOES ANYONE ELSE CARE THERE ARE OTHER PEOPLE IN THE WORLD AROUND THEM ANYMORE?
Ahem (cue Linus with his blanket to tell me how it all works....)
Never mind - back to our tale --- so get my stuff, say good night, get down one step and trip over my own two clumsy feet and go down, on driveway, in my long white dress, I lose a shoe the keys are elsewhere and the wrist that had finally started to heal - was throbbing like a drunks head at his first AA meeting. So to the quick cross check, spectacles, ... ah never mind. I get up, dust myself off, check for rips, dirt and gather myself thankful I don't have to pick up 200 pounds of little sample sized anything and get back into my car - also grateful no one was there to witness my left-over-and-under-the right moment. Head home - oh goodie he's home... change clothes, watch one taped 30 minute program and went to bed.
Ok then Tuesday - Karma apparently had gotten hold of some crack and she hit the blender button hard and repeatedly. I get into work at 6:30 AM - yes in the morning.... at 7:00 AM (still in the blessed morning) the tea in my cup still hot and bubbly, breakfast not yet a thought -- in walks my government boss and he proceeds to tell me and my office mate why he is not happy with the high profile project our team's slacker has been - well slacking on. Does it matter than when we went "live" with this project we TOLD the government person that project slacker/ slicky boy wasn't the guy to put on this project? Does it matter that project slacker/ slicky boy can't manage to put together a 5 page preformatted report (insert this answer HERE) in anything less than 2 weeks - and that was when me and the gov guy is asking for DAILY updates.. did gov-y listen? No.
So here we are on a project that should have been done if not well ahead of where we were are WEEKS ago - and I'm getting the ass chewing? Well guess what - my new mission is life is to not get my ass chewed and that means - I make yours miserable - puddin' head slacker. Now this slacker also fancies himself as the 'smart' guy in the room - and he goes right to the gov boss to say its never his fault... well pumpkin gov-y guy has seen two high profile projects that it is your fault - and now it's mine too. So - than ain't happening on my watch... because now I'm watching you like a fat chick at the ice cream buffet - and your the man with the hot fudge sauce. Crap now I want ice cream --- I really have to think of other analogies other than food...
ALSO!!! Tuesday - I got an email from my company boss (yeah I know...twice the fun!) but I see him once a week if I make the effort to speak to the man - otherwise we pass in the week. So I asked for internal, company training, in January, my mentor said this would be good training to take. Monday - February 27th - I got my reply... after nudging the man twice more - that with overhead budgets being watched - they said I should take the training in JUNE. Oh - yeah and the March class has been cancelled - wonder why....
Now I missed the freaking class in December because they couldn't get their act together - and now this.. so much for upward mobility. I mentioned this to my company boss who basically shrugged his shoulders, we laughed about how to handle my review - and told me he wouldn't put a lot of training on for my goals. Yuck Yuck - and for that I left 30 minutes later than usual, got home later and so wanted to yell at someone.
I ate good instead... mostly. Bubba's boss is in town - so no cooking in my world - and oh, gee, look at me all unhappy about that.... or not so much.
Wednesday was Leap Day... whoo hoo... now the weather was a bit freakier but the big whoot in my day was my 10 AM appointment with a surgeon. Yes an actual cut you open type doctor - who does.... the chubby surgery!!! Also known as Gastric bypass. Now I have done research been to three - no four lectures on this surgery and all it's various variations - and now we found a surgeon who takes my insurance, returns phone calls and looks like he won't be a total idiot. Everything was hunky and Dorey until I got the laundry list of additional tests and foolishness I must do in preparation for this surgery. I won't freak me out again by looking at it but I will face all that... very very soon.
Wednesday evening, home again, and wonder woman came roaring out... dropped off carpool guy, got gas, had money off with the grocery points, dropped mail in the post office box, made my way home, let the dogs out, fed them, changed my clothes made a wardrobe decision then and there for Thursday, fed me, cleaned the kitchen, let the bug guy in, re-upped the contract because he as the magic make the stink bugs stay out of my chimney and fire place stuff, met the Mary Kay lady with the rest of my order, got my friends - so lunch some day next week - whoot! picked up misc - and sundries stuff around the house, loved the dogs, did the Ladies' group tickets as needed, dealt with Major Crankypants, and grumped to Mama. I was in bed early. Bubba came home some time well after I was sound asleep. And I left him in a similar condition this morning...
Today - Karma is just screwing with me-- Slacker-Tester (his new name) is well slacking again - in spite of the fact he has been chewed up and spit out by said gov boss, had another verbal munching right before lunch, and has two email pokes from me personally. Dude - the clue bat is beating about the head and shoulders to you think you might want to do something? Or not - fine by me we can hire someone else who will do the job....
So, as my job has been spinning these last days - I have do what any normal stressed person would do. I rearranged my desk, cleaned up the clutter and now have a slightly different configuration - I am trapped by phone locations, wires and machines... but to the best of my ability I have shifted, putzed, tossed and put crap in binders. My inner neat freak has her moments - granted they are few and far between but there are days we like her.
So with 2 hours left in my day - I will do something constructive with them - I hope. Then head home to another list of stuff, the Friday ah Friday - meetings and minutes and hope a bit early. I won't get into Saturday... that will be a nice long post too I fear....
(No stories about Bubba haven't seen him since Monday night for 30 minutes - literally.)
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