When did that happen? Let's see... Thursday was a blur of sick as a dog, tired, going to 'hey you almost a doctor type intern person' - nearly killing that person when he started pushing on my clogged nose and face - and then gratefully accepting the 'script for stuff to make it better - sinus infection. Yeah.
Slept, laid around Thursday - rolled my fanny out of bed Friday morning - worked almost a full day and died early... Dinner out was good... we went to the big Sandwich place - we hadn't been there in a while. mmm good.
Saturday slept in - a bit - Bubba and I did our running, separately and together. We got a new planter barrel for the back yard, got a new posy to put in it - (big barrel small posy - it looks a little silly right now- it should grow in... ) then we headed to the Lodge, for clean up day. We almost had more Rainbow girls than Lodge and Ladies' Group members - combined. We definitely had more girls than Ladies. Ah well.
The girls did a good job - then helped plant flowers and I'm sure the men were "happy" to have all that "help". But they were cool about it - thank goodness. The kids baled at 4, me and the other lady at 5, and Bubba got home about 6 ish - after he picked up take out dinner. Oh boy - fried chicken and red beans and rice. Tummy wasn't really 'happy' Saturday night.
Sunday up too early - sat around, then we had friends coming over - Bubba was in full "mama" mode. Grumpy, cranky - you know - all the popular dwarfs. ANY way - I get the kitchen 9/10's done - and they are here... the boys head out to go shoot suns - and do manly things - me and friend, former office mate - we sit down, chat about everything and down a bottle of wine - a big bottle of wine.
When the boys get home, we head out to Italian dinner place - also known as we server it on platters so you don't look like the piggy your are... and I are. Oh boy! We ate, and drank and talked, and laughed or maybe that was just me - heck I had a good time. Finally we said our good byes, we got home, I took out my contacts and promptly fell sound asleep on the couch. Bubba 'gently' woke me with his tender tones - shouted from the @##$% rooftops telling me it was late and I should retire to my bedchamber. Shall I demonstrate - I think I shall --- "BOO BOO -- wake your ass up and go to bed - let the dogs out" again in those most tender tones one can only achieve by shouting like a fish monger. Ah that - boys and girls is true love, long term marriage and the knowledge he had I couldn't hit him hard enough in my deadened state. You newly-weds - this is not something you should try at home - leave it to the professionals.
It is now Monday morning - thank goodness the car knows the way in - although I must say that having some daylight when leaving the house is a nice change of pace. As was having Bubba still sound asleep when I leave - no chit no chat and no one in my way - so very nice.
Now the one fly in all this joy and happiness of a weekend was Miss Violet. It appears Saturday morning, she was again wobbling like she was on the two day bender. Stairs became a major issue, up and down, she didn't eat breakfast Saturday and didn't eat much until late Saturday night - and only after it was mostly wet food. She slept downstairs Saturday night much to her mama's worry, but Sunday was up and moving. Most of Sunday she slept, then later in the day woke up, went outside, and then made her way up two steps on the deck then inside, she ate crackers, so I was encouraged. She walked around, slept in the sun, ate her dinner after we left for our dinner, and then made her way upstairs with Bubba and slept with us. She also made her way down the stairs this morning, without much to do, went out but didn't eat much breakfast. I covered her pills in soft dog food, hopefully she will eat more today. Heavy sigh, the old gal is hanging in there...
Shelby is fine - and oblivious. Just like her Dad. :-)
Monday, April 30, 2012
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Aunt Ing and the CEO
And 100 of her co-workers. OK - yes big deal got to have breakfast with my company's CEO. Yes there were 100 other people there, but I did get to ask my question, I did get my corporate platitude but still it was nice to get the email, be put on the list and get to go! Bonus - got to see a former co-worker I liked we got to sit and chat for a few minutes, catch up on some folks and generally enjoy 2 hours away from the work desk.
There was also the popping of cold meds early in the AM to ensure that the drugs were happily swimming in my system before hacking all over breakfast and said CEO. Made it through - still not 100% giving serious thought to calling the doctor and telling him to fix me and fix me NOW! My fear is there isn't much he can fix and all I need is a day off of work - yeah took one Monday - should have taken Tuesday too... but I didn't. Wednesday again cold meds are working, still a bit of hack and coughing but I can mostly breathe so we'll see how I feel at the end of the day. Signs are not pointing upward. I will also say decent spread for breakfast, eggs, bacon, sausage, grits, fruit and muffins. I didn't risk the grits because knowing me, I would have worn them.... yeah.
I may risk taco salad for lunch - between the chili and the lettuce it will either cure me or kill me. At this point - its probably the later.
Gossip from home has been entertaining and still you wonder what your siblings are thinking on a regular basis - then I remember birth order and other factors and they probably wonder WTH when come to my life. So gossip - share with friends who will never meet your family or your in-laws and move on. Everyone has family and it's fun sharing the stories. My office mate has some great ones - my former office mate - also some great ones. :-) Need to figure out how to get Bubba to nudge his mama regarding the dog situation back home.... - yeah going straight to hell... now where did I put that hand basket - it's always so handy.
Final note, I have had some Girl Group Dads pounding the pavement for $$ to send the girls to the National convention this summer - which (oh bummer - where IS that sarcasm font?!) I will have to miss - one group generously came up with $50. We need to raise over $2K - $50 bucks - cheap... ah never mind. Its 50 bucks we didn't have 5 minutes ago....
That is all for early Wednesday - I was about to type maybe something interesting will happen but do I really want to poke Karma in the eye like that - No - No I don't. So let's enjoy and embrace the quiet.... ahhhhh
(peeking around for Karma sharpening her mayhem blades)
There was also the popping of cold meds early in the AM to ensure that the drugs were happily swimming in my system before hacking all over breakfast and said CEO. Made it through - still not 100% giving serious thought to calling the doctor and telling him to fix me and fix me NOW! My fear is there isn't much he can fix and all I need is a day off of work - yeah took one Monday - should have taken Tuesday too... but I didn't. Wednesday again cold meds are working, still a bit of hack and coughing but I can mostly breathe so we'll see how I feel at the end of the day. Signs are not pointing upward. I will also say decent spread for breakfast, eggs, bacon, sausage, grits, fruit and muffins. I didn't risk the grits because knowing me, I would have worn them.... yeah.
I may risk taco salad for lunch - between the chili and the lettuce it will either cure me or kill me. At this point - its probably the later.
Gossip from home has been entertaining and still you wonder what your siblings are thinking on a regular basis - then I remember birth order and other factors and they probably wonder WTH when come to my life. So gossip - share with friends who will never meet your family or your in-laws and move on. Everyone has family and it's fun sharing the stories. My office mate has some great ones - my former office mate - also some great ones. :-) Need to figure out how to get Bubba to nudge his mama regarding the dog situation back home.... - yeah going straight to hell... now where did I put that hand basket - it's always so handy.
Final note, I have had some Girl Group Dads pounding the pavement for $$ to send the girls to the National convention this summer - which (oh bummer - where IS that sarcasm font?!) I will have to miss - one group generously came up with $50. We need to raise over $2K - $50 bucks - cheap... ah never mind. Its 50 bucks we didn't have 5 minutes ago....
That is all for early Wednesday - I was about to type maybe something interesting will happen but do I really want to poke Karma in the eye like that - No - No I don't. So let's enjoy and embrace the quiet.... ahhhhh
(peeking around for Karma sharpening her mayhem blades)
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Some thoughts to ponder...
Let's start with the most immediate thoughts as Sunday afternoon someone pulled my plug; I curled up on the couch, covered head to foot and slept - until I got up to go to bed... at 7:30 PM. It was something that crawled all over me and sucked out my life force. Now thankfully I had enough get up and go to feed myself, take necessary meds and dress myself for bed.... because if I had to rely on the man I married, I be on the couch still with a cup of water and a pat on my head. Even that might be pushing it.
What kind of upbringing did this man have when the person you married in laying in a bed switching between shivering, and sweating, your response is to grump, pack your gym bag - ON THE BED - and tell the dogs to be quiet?!? Then go downstairs - without asking are you all right, do you need liquid, drugs, a doctor? Anything. Nothing. Thanks sweetie I'll just lay here and die. Oh yeah and No I didn't feed the dogs - seriously?! --- DO SOMETHING. Anything at this point.
Is it any wonder than I begged Nana to make sure she's at my house post surgery - please don't let me alone with my husband! What the heck am I going to do when we're old and grey?? I'll befriend a nurse from one of my groups as I get older... heaven help me. ;-)
Part of me feels bad for the little boy who obviously got this kind of reaction when he was sick, this annoyed you're screwing up my day face and attitude and this basic leave them alone policy... is this possible? I think the face is as his mama would consider this messy and and interruption to her day - the rest - well the man just has no clue how to nurture. Mama is right the last male-chauvinist left in world. Lucky me.
The party this weekend was a small success - I ate too much enjoyed the company and Niece M spent her time outside with Shelby in the sun, gathering flowers off the bushes and leaves and singing and whatever keeps a 4 1/2 year old happy. And she was! We also went to Large Toy store and she got to pick out some fun new games for her hand held device. Then Aunt Ing had to figure out how to play it, what the parental lockout code was and when we didn't know - call large game corporation to get the darn things reset... then I fixed it. Idiot proof. We were all in bed early, including Uncle Bubba who was sound asleep on his chair early.
Sunday - up breakfast - still feeling normal - got everyone packed and out the door - it's all groovy. Sat down... did the dog's nails (always a good time - NOT) sat down on the couch, took some pain killers thinking my back was still bothering me - then realized the ache was all over - and as previously documented - the rest is history. I stayed home from work yesterday - and probably think I should have extended it to two days... as I sit here feeling vaguely - detached, tired and can't get rid of that trickle in the back of my throat....and I am really tired of being sick... or allergic or whatever. I don't want to cough or deal with it... (grumble grumble).
I'm off to go find some lunch and maybe hope that will make me feel half human... or not.
What kind of upbringing did this man have when the person you married in laying in a bed switching between shivering, and sweating, your response is to grump, pack your gym bag - ON THE BED - and tell the dogs to be quiet?!? Then go downstairs - without asking are you all right, do you need liquid, drugs, a doctor? Anything. Nothing. Thanks sweetie I'll just lay here and die. Oh yeah and No I didn't feed the dogs - seriously?! --- DO SOMETHING. Anything at this point.
Is it any wonder than I begged Nana to make sure she's at my house post surgery - please don't let me alone with my husband! What the heck am I going to do when we're old and grey?? I'll befriend a nurse from one of my groups as I get older... heaven help me. ;-)
Part of me feels bad for the little boy who obviously got this kind of reaction when he was sick, this annoyed you're screwing up my day face and attitude and this basic leave them alone policy... is this possible? I think the face is as his mama would consider this messy and and interruption to her day - the rest - well the man just has no clue how to nurture. Mama is right the last male-chauvinist left in world. Lucky me.
The party this weekend was a small success - I ate too much enjoyed the company and Niece M spent her time outside with Shelby in the sun, gathering flowers off the bushes and leaves and singing and whatever keeps a 4 1/2 year old happy. And she was! We also went to Large Toy store and she got to pick out some fun new games for her hand held device. Then Aunt Ing had to figure out how to play it, what the parental lockout code was and when we didn't know - call large game corporation to get the darn things reset... then I fixed it. Idiot proof. We were all in bed early, including Uncle Bubba who was sound asleep on his chair early.
Sunday - up breakfast - still feeling normal - got everyone packed and out the door - it's all groovy. Sat down... did the dog's nails (always a good time - NOT) sat down on the couch, took some pain killers thinking my back was still bothering me - then realized the ache was all over - and as previously documented - the rest is history. I stayed home from work yesterday - and probably think I should have extended it to two days... as I sit here feeling vaguely - detached, tired and can't get rid of that trickle in the back of my throat....and I am really tired of being sick... or allergic or whatever. I don't want to cough or deal with it... (grumble grumble).
I'm off to go find some lunch and maybe hope that will make me feel half human... or not.
Friday, April 20, 2012
A Day Off???
Yesterday I did not go into work, did I get to stay home, relax in the sun with dogs, enjoying quiet contemplation of life's higher ideals? Do you know me? Do you read this regularly?
No no no boys and girls - yesterday was petal to the metal and go go go.... after a night of what I can only describe as medically induced torture. Another sleep study test where I had to wear a "mask" of sorts where two probes were not so gently crammed into my nose then this jet-propelled air was forced into my nose - it was like trying to breath while all the force of a speeding car is being forced up your nose. and did I mention the head gear? Probes, the monitors wrapped around yous? Yeah - "sleep" study was more like watch Aunt Ing toss and turn and rip off that thing 12-15 times a night. So at 6AM when I arrived home, I let the dogs out, made sure they went - went back to bed to get some sleep. 90 minutes later when my eyeballs opened again I had more restful nap than I did all freaking night long. So, up moving, shower out the gunk in my hair, breakfast, emails, Ladies Group paperwork, deposit and checks, Girl Group Stuff, written, edited and printed, changed a print cartridge in the big printer, got Violet to the Vet, make bank deposit, went to my bank for cash, deposited Violet home, got my hair done (ahhhh) went shopping at the Trader Joe's had quite the list from Bubba, got home, tended to the pups, completed the Girl's group stuff, rushed to the Dr.'s office (30 minutes early... ah well) that done, to the post office I got everything mailed, off to the regular grocery store for final pickup, home finished doggie blanket laundry, cooked chicken, made enchiladas, and took 45 minutes to sit down and read my book. Oh yeah, fed the dogs, and picked up the house for the munchies party Saturday, and met with the guy handling our retirement accounts.
Let me contrast that with my darling husband's day: Up before 5 AM, let dogs out, feed them, left note for wife, dressed in work out clothes, brushed teeth, put in contacts, worked out with trainer, went to work, called the wife prepared to add to her day off list - (quickly killed THAT idea) came home, met with Finance guy, ate dinner, went to bed.
(pausing to collect myself and not plot murder or at least a little mayhem....)
Ahem. all better. Really. Don't ask a lot a questions already will you? Really. all better.
So today - up early, to work - ah Fridays nice and quiet doing work type stuff, leaving early... shopping for the munchies party because I forgot my list yesterday, then home, clean the kitchen, make sure that second bedroom is ready for company - Nana and Niece M are coming to visit!!! and then maybe be in bed by oh say 8:30 PM. :-)
Enjoy your weekend I will post Nana and party visit!!!
No no no boys and girls - yesterday was petal to the metal and go go go.... after a night of what I can only describe as medically induced torture. Another sleep study test where I had to wear a "mask" of sorts where two probes were not so gently crammed into my nose then this jet-propelled air was forced into my nose - it was like trying to breath while all the force of a speeding car is being forced up your nose. and did I mention the head gear? Probes, the monitors wrapped around yous? Yeah - "sleep" study was more like watch Aunt Ing toss and turn and rip off that thing 12-15 times a night. So at 6AM when I arrived home, I let the dogs out, made sure they went - went back to bed to get some sleep. 90 minutes later when my eyeballs opened again I had more restful nap than I did all freaking night long. So, up moving, shower out the gunk in my hair, breakfast, emails, Ladies Group paperwork, deposit and checks, Girl Group Stuff, written, edited and printed, changed a print cartridge in the big printer, got Violet to the Vet, make bank deposit, went to my bank for cash, deposited Violet home, got my hair done (ahhhh) went shopping at the Trader Joe's had quite the list from Bubba, got home, tended to the pups, completed the Girl's group stuff, rushed to the Dr.'s office (30 minutes early... ah well) that done, to the post office I got everything mailed, off to the regular grocery store for final pickup, home finished doggie blanket laundry, cooked chicken, made enchiladas, and took 45 minutes to sit down and read my book. Oh yeah, fed the dogs, and picked up the house for the munchies party Saturday, and met with the guy handling our retirement accounts.
Let me contrast that with my darling husband's day: Up before 5 AM, let dogs out, feed them, left note for wife, dressed in work out clothes, brushed teeth, put in contacts, worked out with trainer, went to work, called the wife prepared to add to her day off list - (quickly killed THAT idea) came home, met with Finance guy, ate dinner, went to bed.
(pausing to collect myself and not plot murder or at least a little mayhem....)
Ahem. all better. Really. Don't ask a lot a questions already will you? Really. all better.
So today - up early, to work - ah Fridays nice and quiet doing work type stuff, leaving early... shopping for the munchies party because I forgot my list yesterday, then home, clean the kitchen, make sure that second bedroom is ready for company - Nana and Niece M are coming to visit!!! and then maybe be in bed by oh say 8:30 PM. :-)
Enjoy your weekend I will post Nana and party visit!!!
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
5:30 AM is not the time...
For anything - most especially to pick a fight with one's spousal unit. Now as I have documented here time and time again this early morning crap-ola is not my 'happy' time of day. We are now tossing in Bubba-in-the-way and Mr. Not Helpful in any manner whatsoever.... this coupled with the fact that he can't see more than 6 inches in front of his face - caused the issue this very morning.
I am in the shower I am trying to wake up enough to remember if indeed I have met soap with water in all necessary body parts... I have turned off the water look down and saw shave gel still one leg - see hour of the day. ANY way.... darling Bubba comes into the bathroom, doing his thing I finish my morning routine,dry off, open the door and see - only one dog - the black one dancing about - when you don't see the brown dog early in the AM this is not good news - groovy - so I quickly dry off and run downstairs just in time to see Miss Violet leaving a deposit on the carpet - the wet smelly kind. Oh joy.
Now needless to say at this point I am a bit put out - with steam coming out of my ears. I get both dogs outside, I clean up the mess, clean the carpet so it doesn't stink or stain - wash my hands, let the dogs in, feed them, all still in my pj's with wet hair. And I have now moved from put-out to mostly peeved - with more steam (I could make espresso at this point). So in a fit of being on time to meet carpool and NOT in my pj's I dry my hair while pups ate breakfast, then when everyone was done I head upstairs as darling "my world is a freaking oyster" comes jogging downstairs all fat and happy. Remembering carpool and what a mess blood makes on light colored carpets Bubba managed to live for another day. But I hit him with "you need to find a 7 AM class" when he says why I tell him - didn't pay attention, dog mess - look around - you're in the way...
And somehow through all this - it still came out my fault... I didn't let them out. WTH? Excuse me? When it was just me and the girls in the early AM they stayed in their beds until I was done with the shower I then gathered up my stuff - went downstairs as not to disturb your beauty sleep - let them out, fed them tended to myself, got their pills in them and made it out the door in time to catch car pool. Oh and should I add there was NEVER an accident? Like not once? Now with Bubba they are left right and center.
And yet - because I didn't let them out before I got into the shower (which I never do) and it's "my" dog... this is all my fault. Insert forehead into palm and slap repeatedly. As I was now running behind - I didn't have time or the inclination to again remind my darling self-centered self-indulgent pain in the --- husband that the ONLY reason we have 2 dogs is because he opened his yap.
When the time comes when we lose both of our darling girls - Aunt Ing is done like dinner. Unless Darling Butthead makes the effort to actually - deal with said dog - regularly - like daily... Aunt Ing ain't playing. Yes I will miss that bit of fun - but frankly enough. Plus we both work all day it's not fair to a pup to leave them home all day alone and when there is an issue its my responsibility, fault and job to tend to everything else.
I am looking at major life changes in 57 days, before that, with every new doctor visit I am reminded of those changes and working in time to do something physical besides restraining the urge to murder the man I married needs to be worked in. Oh but when?? Yes Yes there is lodge stuff - but most of my home time is errands, kitchen, laundry and these are all just lame excuses... I hate days that start like this ....
Bubba is going to have to start pulling his weight - we'll start small as to not shock his system, how about the pick and drop off laundry service? Yes dear you can do that one - it even has a drive through - very nice. Then we can move on to remedial dish washer loading... did I mention the cup yesterday morning?
Yes, again, the mysterious cup in a clean sink has re-appeared. Is ANYONE surprised at this point? You know I know geeks - we need to rig up some kind of alarm that I can switch on when the sink is clean - when he puts a cup in there it will go off with a warning - "Put that stupid cup in the dishwasher - butthead" and if that doesn't work we'll look into shock therapy. What? don't judge.
All right signing off from cranky central - anyone else up for cheesecake for lunch? ;-) (yeah yeah life style changes... bla bla)
I am in the shower I am trying to wake up enough to remember if indeed I have met soap with water in all necessary body parts... I have turned off the water look down and saw shave gel still one leg - see hour of the day. ANY way.... darling Bubba comes into the bathroom, doing his thing I finish my morning routine,dry off, open the door and see - only one dog - the black one dancing about - when you don't see the brown dog early in the AM this is not good news - groovy - so I quickly dry off and run downstairs just in time to see Miss Violet leaving a deposit on the carpet - the wet smelly kind. Oh joy.
Now needless to say at this point I am a bit put out - with steam coming out of my ears. I get both dogs outside, I clean up the mess, clean the carpet so it doesn't stink or stain - wash my hands, let the dogs in, feed them, all still in my pj's with wet hair. And I have now moved from put-out to mostly peeved - with more steam (I could make espresso at this point). So in a fit of being on time to meet carpool and NOT in my pj's I dry my hair while pups ate breakfast, then when everyone was done I head upstairs as darling "my world is a freaking oyster" comes jogging downstairs all fat and happy. Remembering carpool and what a mess blood makes on light colored carpets Bubba managed to live for another day. But I hit him with "you need to find a 7 AM class" when he says why I tell him - didn't pay attention, dog mess - look around - you're in the way...
And somehow through all this - it still came out my fault... I didn't let them out. WTH? Excuse me? When it was just me and the girls in the early AM they stayed in their beds until I was done with the shower I then gathered up my stuff - went downstairs as not to disturb your beauty sleep - let them out, fed them tended to myself, got their pills in them and made it out the door in time to catch car pool. Oh and should I add there was NEVER an accident? Like not once? Now with Bubba they are left right and center.
And yet - because I didn't let them out before I got into the shower (which I never do) and it's "my" dog... this is all my fault. Insert forehead into palm and slap repeatedly. As I was now running behind - I didn't have time or the inclination to again remind my darling self-centered self-indulgent pain in the --- husband that the ONLY reason we have 2 dogs is because he opened his yap.
When the time comes when we lose both of our darling girls - Aunt Ing is done like dinner. Unless Darling Butthead makes the effort to actually - deal with said dog - regularly - like daily... Aunt Ing ain't playing. Yes I will miss that bit of fun - but frankly enough. Plus we both work all day it's not fair to a pup to leave them home all day alone and when there is an issue its my responsibility, fault and job to tend to everything else.
I am looking at major life changes in 57 days, before that, with every new doctor visit I am reminded of those changes and working in time to do something physical besides restraining the urge to murder the man I married needs to be worked in. Oh but when?? Yes Yes there is lodge stuff - but most of my home time is errands, kitchen, laundry and these are all just lame excuses... I hate days that start like this ....
Bubba is going to have to start pulling his weight - we'll start small as to not shock his system, how about the pick and drop off laundry service? Yes dear you can do that one - it even has a drive through - very nice. Then we can move on to remedial dish washer loading... did I mention the cup yesterday morning?
Yes, again, the mysterious cup in a clean sink has re-appeared. Is ANYONE surprised at this point? You know I know geeks - we need to rig up some kind of alarm that I can switch on when the sink is clean - when he puts a cup in there it will go off with a warning - "Put that stupid cup in the dishwasher - butthead" and if that doesn't work we'll look into shock therapy. What? don't judge.
All right signing off from cranky central - anyone else up for cheesecake for lunch? ;-) (yeah yeah life style changes... bla bla)
Monday, April 16, 2012
Some one needs to give Delta Airlines a Map.....
At the end of what was up until 10:45 AM Sunday morning a good weekend working trip (as any weekend working trip can be) it was then I learned the tales of whoa - in air travel. First..my original direct flight was changed to Ohio - North Carolina - Baltimore Maryland....WTH? Then in a fit of Karma couldn't screw with work stuff she apparently put the ki-bosh on the airplane. Yeah. My flight was cancelled - have a nice day.... An 11:30 AM departure with a 12:40 landing was then changed to 4:05 departure.. and a 5-something landing.... only after - I said NO a flight from North Carolina to NYC THEN another flight to Baltimore arriving at - 5:20 PM. Seriously?? It's called a MAP - Google it pumpkin - you are flying me PAST my desired destination into a seriously busy airport and then sending me BACK to where I wanted to be in the first place. No - no no - oh heck no. I will happily take your 4 pm direct flight from place I am stuck to place I want to be... no loopy-loops around the flipping country... that is what got me into this mess in the first place. I knew I should have driven. would have stopped off at Nana's had a good meal or least a roomy bathroom, a comfortable ride - no shared space - a seat designed for someone other than an underweight 12 year old. But I digress -
The flight out - no worries it was fine and dandy arrived so did my bag.. all groovy until I got the call from my co-worker who was leaving out of another airport (3 in/around DC) his flight outbound delayed... great the rental car is in his name... I WAS going to have to wait 30 minutes for him to show up now we are pushing 90 minutes. But thanks to the greatest invention called the Kindle - we find Starbucks, we enjoy a beverage and we sit and wait.... 2.5 hours later - we are on our way to a non-descriptive office building somewhere in Ohio. Please don't ask me where I didn't drive. And we all know what a great sense of direction I've got when I do drive....
Of course this also means that my darling husband the kind patient man that he is... (excuse me I had to wash down that bit of foolishness with a large gulp - liquid) is only helpful and kind during these times when I call to inform him that his darling wife will not be home when she was originally scheduled Helpful Harry wants me to call and harass Delta some more and get more goodies. Leave - me - alone. Not to mention the fact that he's giving me a rash about having such trouble getting from point A to point B. How in the name of deviled eggs is this MY fault??? I went out and broke a piece off the airplane because I wanted to cool my jets in North Carolina for 4 plus hours? I read at home in comfy clothes with my pups and be a more contented person because of it!!! Ahem (cough, hack - cough)
And the true cherry on the sundae of a Sunday was when I finally did arrive home - all I got was more crap. I step out of my car - yes covered in green/ yellow crap making my life hell this year - cough - hack - cough - and quip "Hi Honey what's for dinner?" Now I was indeed smiling when I said it because I was home - and happy - that lasted 4 seconds. I get the face - like why do we have to go out? Then I look at him and stated, "seriously - you want me to cook?" Then he remembers the 2 for 1 coupon we had for dinner out and it was better but there was still that 1 minutes of Bubba Butthead shining through. And I wanted to get home why again?? Oh yeah sweatpants and puppies. And more allergy meds.
SO out to dinner where my eyes were bigger than my stomach but 1/2 my meal was a large salad so that helps - but not so much. Came home, unpacked, and put on my jammies - read the newspaper that had an article on my company's new CEO - read my book a bit then went to bed and DIED. Only to have myself risen from the dead at 4:45 AM to start a new week... I'm off Thursday between appointments I'll sleep or rest or nap or invent a device to keep me from coughing all day long. Did I mention my ribs hurt today?? Every cough is now, in addition to being annoying and useless it's also painful. Yeah Me!
Hot tea on an 88 degree day - with honey, cold water and cough drops - wonderful combo.. I drink 6 gallons of liquid an hour - cough and nearly pee my pants. I hate life right now. Oh yeah and that diet thing - completely flushed this weekend and not with anything to write home about...
We are 59 days out from surgery date, we have another round of doctor visits this week, the dietitian should be fun Saturday - oh yeah an a Tastefully Simple party this weekend. And we all know how thrilled Bubba is to have people in his house.... should make for some good blogs.
Can you do psycho analysis from hidden camera? Just wondering. Because after 20 years of marriage I have yet to figure out what makes this guy so adverse to people?
The flight out - no worries it was fine and dandy arrived so did my bag.. all groovy until I got the call from my co-worker who was leaving out of another airport (3 in/around DC) his flight outbound delayed... great the rental car is in his name... I WAS going to have to wait 30 minutes for him to show up now we are pushing 90 minutes. But thanks to the greatest invention called the Kindle - we find Starbucks, we enjoy a beverage and we sit and wait.... 2.5 hours later - we are on our way to a non-descriptive office building somewhere in Ohio. Please don't ask me where I didn't drive. And we all know what a great sense of direction I've got when I do drive....
Of course this also means that my darling husband the kind patient man that he is... (excuse me I had to wash down that bit of foolishness with a large gulp - liquid) is only helpful and kind during these times when I call to inform him that his darling wife will not be home when she was originally scheduled Helpful Harry wants me to call and harass Delta some more and get more goodies. Leave - me - alone. Not to mention the fact that he's giving me a rash about having such trouble getting from point A to point B. How in the name of deviled eggs is this MY fault??? I went out and broke a piece off the airplane because I wanted to cool my jets in North Carolina for 4 plus hours? I read at home in comfy clothes with my pups and be a more contented person because of it!!! Ahem (cough, hack - cough)
And the true cherry on the sundae of a Sunday was when I finally did arrive home - all I got was more crap. I step out of my car - yes covered in green/ yellow crap making my life hell this year - cough - hack - cough - and quip "Hi Honey what's for dinner?" Now I was indeed smiling when I said it because I was home - and happy - that lasted 4 seconds. I get the face - like why do we have to go out? Then I look at him and stated, "seriously - you want me to cook?" Then he remembers the 2 for 1 coupon we had for dinner out and it was better but there was still that 1 minutes of Bubba Butthead shining through. And I wanted to get home why again?? Oh yeah sweatpants and puppies. And more allergy meds.
SO out to dinner where my eyes were bigger than my stomach but 1/2 my meal was a large salad so that helps - but not so much. Came home, unpacked, and put on my jammies - read the newspaper that had an article on my company's new CEO - read my book a bit then went to bed and DIED. Only to have myself risen from the dead at 4:45 AM to start a new week... I'm off Thursday between appointments I'll sleep or rest or nap or invent a device to keep me from coughing all day long. Did I mention my ribs hurt today?? Every cough is now, in addition to being annoying and useless it's also painful. Yeah Me!
Hot tea on an 88 degree day - with honey, cold water and cough drops - wonderful combo.. I drink 6 gallons of liquid an hour - cough and nearly pee my pants. I hate life right now. Oh yeah and that diet thing - completely flushed this weekend and not with anything to write home about...
We are 59 days out from surgery date, we have another round of doctor visits this week, the dietitian should be fun Saturday - oh yeah an a Tastefully Simple party this weekend. And we all know how thrilled Bubba is to have people in his house.... should make for some good blogs.
Can you do psycho analysis from hidden camera? Just wondering. Because after 20 years of marriage I have yet to figure out what makes this guy so adverse to people?
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Enough... of sorts...
Or maybe not nearly enough, because I haven't posted for almost a week. I will start with the weekend, just me and Bubba and 6000 pounds of pollen - and me out in it. (cough, hack, snort -- it ain't pretty). Saturday we're up early ish or at least I am because the dogs have no idea of the difference between Saturday and Sunday when it comes to bladders and breakfast... yeah.
Bubba in his new obsession of 'working out' left at 8 something to return home pushing 11 - and while I was on the phone with Nana proceeded to have his tighty-whity-es firmly yanked into the cranky zone when I cracked 'he'd been gone for 4 hours.'. OK 3 - its a JOKE - yeesh - discover your humor bone again Bubba. Tired and cranky is SO a broken record in our house.
So we putz, decide that we will do the bi-annual we have coupons expiring let's go to Wal-Mart. Now I usually do this alone and it makes me happy to ignore the UN of Rednecks at the Mart while shopping for this that and the other - but this time - I had company. And company that 1) cannot ignore the mass of humanity surrounding him on a Saturday at the Mart and 2) cannot just buy something and move on - we have to shop and reshop... and double check the price. - on a Saturday- at Wal-Mart - and I have coupons. Frankly I'm still amazed the man didn't become breaking news as I stuffed him into display bin - so conveniently located in the middle of every freaking aisle at the Mart.... and then duct taped his butt in there - with a sign - new low price. I won't mention where that happy face sticker would have gone.
Moving on - the last thing on our list is shoe laces for Bubba, now he has measured counted and written down all the information he needs - we head to the shoe department, ask for assistance because for some reason, shoe strings weren't readily seen - we later discovered them tucked in an end cap by the party supplies on the edge of the shoe department. Apparently laces are the red-headed step children of the Shoe department and must be kept separate from the shoes - less they have a bad influence on those 2 dollars Ked wanna be's and make those laces quiver in fear of being replace. Apparently I need lunch - we'll blame low blood sugar on that bit of foolishness...
So - now we face the dreaded checkout - which wasn't as dreaded as it could be on Saturday. We get out to the car, and discuss lunch. Bubba then says let's head to Peruvian chicken place he knows about. OK.... we get there - and - hey... it's good, the options tasty - enjoyed by both. Then home, unload the goodies and I got laundry started, cleaned the kitchen... Bubba watched hockey and did - something.
Sunday - Easter Sunday. We did yard work, as usual, I pulled weeds, Bubba got dirt and mulch and proceeded to "help" by doing his usual half assed job then leaving the rest to me. Now in a bit of funny... I told Bubba that if you put down newspaper before the new mulch it keeps the weeds down. I have done this alone - with only 1/8th the amount of hassle I had WITH Bubba. He laid down - or tried to all the newspaper but didn't think to - you know - anchor it. With like dirt and old mulch and do a bit at the time.... on a windy day. Instead he lays down all this news paper, over lapping and trying to make this puzzle piece configuration to cover every blipping square inch of dirt - and then along comes a big gust of wind --- and he's chasing newspaper down the street.
(snicker) Then he grumps at me stating "this is a giant pain in the ass". (snort) The man is lucky I didn't run inside boot up my computer and blog all this right then and there. But no - I restrained myself, chewed the inside of my lip until I think I tasted blood and proceeded to chase him away. 15 minutes later I had it done. Yes there were gaps between the newspaper but it was all covered with new mulch and will help keep 90% of the weeds down. Now I ask you what was so freaking hard about that? 90% solution Bubba Butthead - you don't have to have it all 100% all of the time - life my man simple doesn't work that way...
The rest of my day was spent ironing, laundry and dessert prep for going next door to dinner. Which was nice, hosted with Neighbor Mom, all was good. Home at an almost reasonable hour - plopped on the couch and was sound asleep an hour later.
Monday was a Monday up too early, Bubba is now sleeping in a bit, so allowing me time to get things rolling before he gets in the way.... less talking that way too... went to my meeting, tried hard not to nod off - got home and did... nod off.
Tuesday - repeat same with phone call from carpooler not making it in early - drove alone - since I was already up, dressed and with makeup - figured WTH.
The rest of week is going to be quiet - Gov boss out until Thursday I'm in Ohio all weekend... yeah.... Up side ---- what stories I will have to tell on the mess of my house when I get home Sunday....
I may drink while I test.
Bubba in his new obsession of 'working out' left at 8 something to return home pushing 11 - and while I was on the phone with Nana proceeded to have his tighty-whity-es firmly yanked into the cranky zone when I cracked 'he'd been gone for 4 hours.'. OK 3 - its a JOKE - yeesh - discover your humor bone again Bubba. Tired and cranky is SO a broken record in our house.
So we putz, decide that we will do the bi-annual we have coupons expiring let's go to Wal-Mart. Now I usually do this alone and it makes me happy to ignore the UN of Rednecks at the Mart while shopping for this that and the other - but this time - I had company. And company that 1) cannot ignore the mass of humanity surrounding him on a Saturday at the Mart and 2) cannot just buy something and move on - we have to shop and reshop... and double check the price. - on a Saturday- at Wal-Mart - and I have coupons. Frankly I'm still amazed the man didn't become breaking news as I stuffed him into display bin - so conveniently located in the middle of every freaking aisle at the Mart.... and then duct taped his butt in there - with a sign - new low price. I won't mention where that happy face sticker would have gone.
Moving on - the last thing on our list is shoe laces for Bubba, now he has measured counted and written down all the information he needs - we head to the shoe department, ask for assistance because for some reason, shoe strings weren't readily seen - we later discovered them tucked in an end cap by the party supplies on the edge of the shoe department. Apparently laces are the red-headed step children of the Shoe department and must be kept separate from the shoes - less they have a bad influence on those 2 dollars Ked wanna be's and make those laces quiver in fear of being replace. Apparently I need lunch - we'll blame low blood sugar on that bit of foolishness...
So - now we face the dreaded checkout - which wasn't as dreaded as it could be on Saturday. We get out to the car, and discuss lunch. Bubba then says let's head to Peruvian chicken place he knows about. OK.... we get there - and - hey... it's good, the options tasty - enjoyed by both. Then home, unload the goodies and I got laundry started, cleaned the kitchen... Bubba watched hockey and did - something.
Sunday - Easter Sunday. We did yard work, as usual, I pulled weeds, Bubba got dirt and mulch and proceeded to "help" by doing his usual half assed job then leaving the rest to me. Now in a bit of funny... I told Bubba that if you put down newspaper before the new mulch it keeps the weeds down. I have done this alone - with only 1/8th the amount of hassle I had WITH Bubba. He laid down - or tried to all the newspaper but didn't think to - you know - anchor it. With like dirt and old mulch and do a bit at the time.... on a windy day. Instead he lays down all this news paper, over lapping and trying to make this puzzle piece configuration to cover every blipping square inch of dirt - and then along comes a big gust of wind --- and he's chasing newspaper down the street.
(snicker) Then he grumps at me stating "this is a giant pain in the ass". (snort) The man is lucky I didn't run inside boot up my computer and blog all this right then and there. But no - I restrained myself, chewed the inside of my lip until I think I tasted blood and proceeded to chase him away. 15 minutes later I had it done. Yes there were gaps between the newspaper but it was all covered with new mulch and will help keep 90% of the weeds down. Now I ask you what was so freaking hard about that? 90% solution Bubba Butthead - you don't have to have it all 100% all of the time - life my man simple doesn't work that way...
The rest of my day was spent ironing, laundry and dessert prep for going next door to dinner. Which was nice, hosted with Neighbor Mom, all was good. Home at an almost reasonable hour - plopped on the couch and was sound asleep an hour later.
Monday was a Monday up too early, Bubba is now sleeping in a bit, so allowing me time to get things rolling before he gets in the way.... less talking that way too... went to my meeting, tried hard not to nod off - got home and did... nod off.
Tuesday - repeat same with phone call from carpooler not making it in early - drove alone - since I was already up, dressed and with makeup - figured WTH.
The rest of week is going to be quiet - Gov boss out until Thursday I'm in Ohio all weekend... yeah.... Up side ---- what stories I will have to tell on the mess of my house when I get home Sunday....
I may drink while I test.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Mornings....
Are getting a bit crowded at Casa de Bubba... I REALLY don't like him getting up with me in the early AM. I mean it's hard enough when I have to do it alone but having chatty butthead along for the ride - oh heck no.
First, I'm in the shower and someone is brushing his teeth - and turning on water - and attempting conversation - and will someone please tell me how a 45 year old man managed to sling toothpaste yuck all over sink, and the bathroom scale?? I mean... ick and oogie - really. Lean over the sink, shut your pie hole and move on. NOTHING you have to say to me at 5:30 in the AM is all that necessary - including the house is on fire - I'm in the shower -we're good. Send in the dogs and go call 911 - sincerely.
Now I will say that having the ability to turn on lights is a good thing however, I had already worked out that issue so - go back to bed - go back to snoring and grumping about the dog... and LEAVE ME ALONE.
Ahem. We are 4 days into this (today now being Thursday) and if this keeps up we won't see week two. Now I will say - I am still going to bed at night - Bubba has been creeping up earlier and earlier - it's tough to stay up until 11:30 and still manage with open eyes at 5:15 ain't it pumpkin? Remember all the crap you've given me?? Paybacks are hell - and I didn't have to do anything... bwaaa ha ha ha... :-D
I am evil. I know - but this schedule change has completely screwed with my happy system. The pups had a shorter day - I could run errands after work and not worry - that ship has sailed, plus now I have the added task of locking them up in the morning - making sure they go when they are outside -all 3 times in addition to dodging chatty Bubba and all his 'in-the-way-ness' Grumble grumble.
Thursday morning he slept in (5:30) - tired apparently and if the cranky I got when he arrived home (6:45 no less) Wednesday evening was any indication - pumpkin is learning about working out and 4 hours of sleep don't mix well...
On a happier note - and so I don't have any more written evidence when Bubba go missing... Monday - all the way back to Monday... I had a girls' group meeting. Spent the first 35 minutes, fussing because Dad and Daughter are late, (first 5 minutes) then the next 30 speaking forcefully they they control the books and must a detailed accounting of all monies, notes actions and some rare occasion how many times they wiped their noses!!! This is a state wide thing, dealing with raising money and expenses --- and I can't be involved or so I have been told. ANY way with that out the way - and kids and parents appropriately terrified, we move on to the regular part of the meeting parents in one room, kids in another, review of the calendar bla bla bla I got some new folks with bigger jobs - hey I need some help that kind of thing. But before I get to that the girls surprise me - with a gift. Now that was surprise enough - that a gift was coming my way - but it was the gift - an engraved clock! it has a 'lid' that twists to the side and a very nice Danbury alarm clock. But it was the engraving that really threw me for a loop. "For the one who keeps us on time. Love your Hope girls 2012"
That after a weekend of "get up - get moving - let's go - you're late etc." Color me FLOORED! I mean I have run myself ragged for kids for bup-kus and this - for just Grand Assembly - wow!!! And to make this really fun - and from Girl's Group - when you open the lid and set it on my desk, the engraving is upside down!!! LOL. Of course I could flip it to read the inscription - but then the clock would be upside down. As it is in the picture I took for my Facebook page... perfect in my book... LOL
I have been convinced more than once today that it is Friday - and yet it is not. So not cool. Now I've got to go to another building and sit in a meeting - what fun.... argh. Is it Friday yet - I finally have an unplanned weekend - I may sleep it away. :-)
First, I'm in the shower and someone is brushing his teeth - and turning on water - and attempting conversation - and will someone please tell me how a 45 year old man managed to sling toothpaste yuck all over sink, and the bathroom scale?? I mean... ick and oogie - really. Lean over the sink, shut your pie hole and move on. NOTHING you have to say to me at 5:30 in the AM is all that necessary - including the house is on fire - I'm in the shower -we're good. Send in the dogs and go call 911 - sincerely.
Now I will say that having the ability to turn on lights is a good thing however, I had already worked out that issue so - go back to bed - go back to snoring and grumping about the dog... and LEAVE ME ALONE.
Ahem. We are 4 days into this (today now being Thursday) and if this keeps up we won't see week two. Now I will say - I am still going to bed at night - Bubba has been creeping up earlier and earlier - it's tough to stay up until 11:30 and still manage with open eyes at 5:15 ain't it pumpkin? Remember all the crap you've given me?? Paybacks are hell - and I didn't have to do anything... bwaaa ha ha ha... :-D
I am evil. I know - but this schedule change has completely screwed with my happy system. The pups had a shorter day - I could run errands after work and not worry - that ship has sailed, plus now I have the added task of locking them up in the morning - making sure they go when they are outside -all 3 times in addition to dodging chatty Bubba and all his 'in-the-way-ness' Grumble grumble.
Thursday morning he slept in (5:30) - tired apparently and if the cranky I got when he arrived home (6:45 no less) Wednesday evening was any indication - pumpkin is learning about working out and 4 hours of sleep don't mix well...
On a happier note - and so I don't have any more written evidence when Bubba go missing... Monday - all the way back to Monday... I had a girls' group meeting. Spent the first 35 minutes, fussing because Dad and Daughter are late, (first 5 minutes) then the next 30 speaking forcefully they they control the books and must a detailed accounting of all monies, notes actions and some rare occasion how many times they wiped their noses!!! This is a state wide thing, dealing with raising money and expenses --- and I can't be involved or so I have been told. ANY way with that out the way - and kids and parents appropriately terrified, we move on to the regular part of the meeting parents in one room, kids in another, review of the calendar bla bla bla I got some new folks with bigger jobs - hey I need some help that kind of thing. But before I get to that the girls surprise me - with a gift. Now that was surprise enough - that a gift was coming my way - but it was the gift - an engraved clock! it has a 'lid' that twists to the side and a very nice Danbury alarm clock. But it was the engraving that really threw me for a loop. "For the one who keeps us on time. Love your Hope girls 2012"
That after a weekend of "get up - get moving - let's go - you're late etc." Color me FLOORED! I mean I have run myself ragged for kids for bup-kus and this - for just Grand Assembly - wow!!! And to make this really fun - and from Girl's Group - when you open the lid and set it on my desk, the engraving is upside down!!! LOL. Of course I could flip it to read the inscription - but then the clock would be upside down. As it is in the picture I took for my Facebook page... perfect in my book... LOL
I have been convinced more than once today that it is Friday - and yet it is not. So not cool. Now I've got to go to another building and sit in a meeting - what fun.... argh. Is it Friday yet - I finally have an unplanned weekend - I may sleep it away. :-)
Monday, April 2, 2012
Weekend wrap up ...
And some other random thoughts...
First working a full day on Friday is no fun - and less fun without your carpooler - no HOV lane... one must sit in the slow lane and watch others zipping by... that wasn't nice. But got home, no worries, pups and the like plus other stuff tended, window guy showed up, presented his numbers, I made dinner after he left and that began the exciting life we lead.
Saturday was busy with breakfast out, nice, back home, bills and the household chores, Bubba mowed the lawn I did everything else. Then another window estimate, he did his deal, we chatted, and heaven help me sales guy presented Bubba with the, buy it now and get a deal price, groovy. He left the house, we chatted, we signed on the dotted line - mainly because good windows, and I got front door I wanted. So win-win I guess. So, by Memorial Day I will have new windows and doors... and will need to have keys made for all the people who have them...
After windows guy - we did quick dinner - and then to the Lodge for a building meeting. Not many people, bonus, then decisions were made, and done. Then home, to a rousing game of Power Grid with the neighbors, I thought I had Bubba - but alas I miscalculated and well - lost again. Still a nice evening.
I must go back to Saturday morning, fat and happy from breakfast, in a fit of I don't know what - I ask Bubba his thoughts on all the Chubby Girl surgery business. Well, Mr. Helpful and "what feelings?" tells me - and I quote "It wasn't what I would do - you can have the same results with diet and exercise."
Insert palm to forehead slap - HERE. Why OH Why do I do this to myself? Where in my bent and twisty brain do I feel the need to include him in a conversation of any kind? WHY do I bother to seek his opinion on ANYTHING?? Not related to finance, taxes or money. I must determine there is fault with me for asking that stupid question and not darling Bubba who couldn't recognize a genuine feeling if it came up and bit him on his --- butt. Yeah let's got with that.
I won't waste my time or the bytes stating the obvious - darling husband - if you don't agree a simple, "Its your decision" is the best answer. Not spending the next 5 minutes giving your wasted opinion on the matter when you were told this would cure the Type II that I now have and eliminate most if not all of the medications I'm on... replacing with vitamins but hey - this was not a decision made lightly and with all the doctor appointments easily either. Yeesh. So note to self - when you're in the mood to chat - call Nana - or blog. You'll get more there than the Bubba the "feeling". I am a dork.... so I tucked that away along with the knowledge of all my research, and attending the lectures on line and in person and seeing other success - so cram it Bubba.
(in and out and ahhhhhh) So - on to Sunday, up moving, did the Ladies' Group stuff, then Bubba got bagels, then I dressed up, pick up my Maryland Mom, and we head to Cumberland Maryland. Why? Because its another example of why I am a dork - and have friends. I girl who belonged to my girl's group (and has since Graduated i.e. was 21 years old - older now) is now Queen of her Shriner's group there in Cumberland. I promised her 2 years ago I would be there - so promise fulfilled. Plus she was one of my favorite kids - so that wasn't much of a hardship - other than the 1/2 tank of gas... ouch.
Got home, had a buy one get one free coupon for Sunday supper - out we went - home and plop I stayed until I woke up from the couch and went to bed.
Now I will say Sunday Supper with Bubba was real nice, he was in a good mood, he'd watched hockey all afternoon - and things were mellow.
That was after Sunday morning while sharing a bagel I stupidly asked my husband if he would like to invite his family to Easter weekend... well grump grump... he calls and thankfully left a message. Of course when he came back with - why don't you nag your parents to come down here -- I smiled and said because Nana is hosting Easter dinner - and I know this because I speak to my family more than once per year. Dorkus.
At dinner - later that same day - Bubba as I said was happy, chatty and in a good mood - in spite of the loss of the Pittsburgh Penguins to the hated Philly Flyers. So the story (and of course I saved this for last) was from the in-laws... not coming for Easter Dinner - (insert small cheer here!) Bubba Dad is headed away - sad tale - Bubba Mama is going to stay home (surprise surprise). Niece in nursing school is doing well - other niece with 3 kids is OK - her husband should go back to work in a few weeks - apparently they shut down during the winter - and Bubba Mama has been "augmenting" their income for groceries because the husband won't get up on his lazy backside and get a temp job at oh say Wal-Mart, Sams's club or any of the 50 other businesses in that built up retail-strip mall from heck. But I digress - but there was some fun catty with Bubba regarding that situation and his mother's "nosey" into it - yes he said nosey - told you he was in a good mood!!!
ANY way - the best bit of gossip (and why my ticket to sunshine afterlife of fire and sweat is SO punched) Bubba's sister - got her husband for Christmas a new boxer puppy - and I mean puppy! She BOUGHT this dog from a breeder (puppy mill - personal editorial comment) made this HUGE production of this gift - all was happiness. And frankly me and my mother-in-law were shocked that Bubba's sister's husband was pleased with the gift!!! But now - fast forward 3 months and Bubba's sister wants her husband (R-for short) to - GET RID OF THE DOG!!! I kid you not. Apparently the new puppy is - well being a puppy and plays with the other dog in the house (the niece's dog) - and I'm sure there are potty training issues - and apparently Bubba-Sister has told her husband she can't take it - so the dog - her gift has got to go... nice huh?? Mum-in-law said she's not sure of the state of their marriage - because R is ticked. (Wonder why?!)
So possible it might be worth the trip home, just for the puppy-gate entertainment... I think this is why I nag Bubba to call home... so much good stuff... :-)
On a final note - Bubba has popped the Zen of my new schedule.... he joined a gym this weekend and decided that he MUST go to the 6 AM spinning class - so he's up and out the door at 5:20. Which now means I have to alter my morning to tend to the dogs more - making sure they go - because no 7 AM break and a longer day because now they must wait for ME to get home.... so that puts a crimp in my post work running... ticked doesn't even begin to describe the emotions this morning. But I am hoping he starts to fall asleep at his desk about 2 and decided perhaps 6 AM ain't such a good idea after all...
There has to be one benefit to a 4:30 AM alarm! Dorkus (squared)
First working a full day on Friday is no fun - and less fun without your carpooler - no HOV lane... one must sit in the slow lane and watch others zipping by... that wasn't nice. But got home, no worries, pups and the like plus other stuff tended, window guy showed up, presented his numbers, I made dinner after he left and that began the exciting life we lead.
Saturday was busy with breakfast out, nice, back home, bills and the household chores, Bubba mowed the lawn I did everything else. Then another window estimate, he did his deal, we chatted, and heaven help me sales guy presented Bubba with the, buy it now and get a deal price, groovy. He left the house, we chatted, we signed on the dotted line - mainly because good windows, and I got front door I wanted. So win-win I guess. So, by Memorial Day I will have new windows and doors... and will need to have keys made for all the people who have them...
After windows guy - we did quick dinner - and then to the Lodge for a building meeting. Not many people, bonus, then decisions were made, and done. Then home, to a rousing game of Power Grid with the neighbors, I thought I had Bubba - but alas I miscalculated and well - lost again. Still a nice evening.
I must go back to Saturday morning, fat and happy from breakfast, in a fit of I don't know what - I ask Bubba his thoughts on all the Chubby Girl surgery business. Well, Mr. Helpful and "what feelings?" tells me - and I quote "It wasn't what I would do - you can have the same results with diet and exercise."
Insert palm to forehead slap - HERE. Why OH Why do I do this to myself? Where in my bent and twisty brain do I feel the need to include him in a conversation of any kind? WHY do I bother to seek his opinion on ANYTHING?? Not related to finance, taxes or money. I must determine there is fault with me for asking that stupid question and not darling Bubba who couldn't recognize a genuine feeling if it came up and bit him on his --- butt. Yeah let's got with that.
I won't waste my time or the bytes stating the obvious - darling husband - if you don't agree a simple, "Its your decision" is the best answer. Not spending the next 5 minutes giving your wasted opinion on the matter when you were told this would cure the Type II that I now have and eliminate most if not all of the medications I'm on... replacing with vitamins but hey - this was not a decision made lightly and with all the doctor appointments easily either. Yeesh. So note to self - when you're in the mood to chat - call Nana - or blog. You'll get more there than the Bubba the "feeling". I am a dork.... so I tucked that away along with the knowledge of all my research, and attending the lectures on line and in person and seeing other success - so cram it Bubba.
(in and out and ahhhhhh) So - on to Sunday, up moving, did the Ladies' Group stuff, then Bubba got bagels, then I dressed up, pick up my Maryland Mom, and we head to Cumberland Maryland. Why? Because its another example of why I am a dork - and have friends. I girl who belonged to my girl's group (and has since Graduated i.e. was 21 years old - older now) is now Queen of her Shriner's group there in Cumberland. I promised her 2 years ago I would be there - so promise fulfilled. Plus she was one of my favorite kids - so that wasn't much of a hardship - other than the 1/2 tank of gas... ouch.
Got home, had a buy one get one free coupon for Sunday supper - out we went - home and plop I stayed until I woke up from the couch and went to bed.
Now I will say Sunday Supper with Bubba was real nice, he was in a good mood, he'd watched hockey all afternoon - and things were mellow.
That was after Sunday morning while sharing a bagel I stupidly asked my husband if he would like to invite his family to Easter weekend... well grump grump... he calls and thankfully left a message. Of course when he came back with - why don't you nag your parents to come down here -- I smiled and said because Nana is hosting Easter dinner - and I know this because I speak to my family more than once per year. Dorkus.
At dinner - later that same day - Bubba as I said was happy, chatty and in a good mood - in spite of the loss of the Pittsburgh Penguins to the hated Philly Flyers. So the story (and of course I saved this for last) was from the in-laws... not coming for Easter Dinner - (insert small cheer here!) Bubba Dad is headed away - sad tale - Bubba Mama is going to stay home (surprise surprise). Niece in nursing school is doing well - other niece with 3 kids is OK - her husband should go back to work in a few weeks - apparently they shut down during the winter - and Bubba Mama has been "augmenting" their income for groceries because the husband won't get up on his lazy backside and get a temp job at oh say Wal-Mart, Sams's club or any of the 50 other businesses in that built up retail-strip mall from heck. But I digress - but there was some fun catty with Bubba regarding that situation and his mother's "nosey" into it - yes he said nosey - told you he was in a good mood!!!
ANY way - the best bit of gossip (and why my ticket to sunshine afterlife of fire and sweat is SO punched) Bubba's sister - got her husband for Christmas a new boxer puppy - and I mean puppy! She BOUGHT this dog from a breeder (puppy mill - personal editorial comment) made this HUGE production of this gift - all was happiness. And frankly me and my mother-in-law were shocked that Bubba's sister's husband was pleased with the gift!!! But now - fast forward 3 months and Bubba's sister wants her husband (R-for short) to - GET RID OF THE DOG!!! I kid you not. Apparently the new puppy is - well being a puppy and plays with the other dog in the house (the niece's dog) - and I'm sure there are potty training issues - and apparently Bubba-Sister has told her husband she can't take it - so the dog - her gift has got to go... nice huh?? Mum-in-law said she's not sure of the state of their marriage - because R is ticked. (Wonder why?!)
So possible it might be worth the trip home, just for the puppy-gate entertainment... I think this is why I nag Bubba to call home... so much good stuff... :-)
On a final note - Bubba has popped the Zen of my new schedule.... he joined a gym this weekend and decided that he MUST go to the 6 AM spinning class - so he's up and out the door at 5:20. Which now means I have to alter my morning to tend to the dogs more - making sure they go - because no 7 AM break and a longer day because now they must wait for ME to get home.... so that puts a crimp in my post work running... ticked doesn't even begin to describe the emotions this morning. But I am hoping he starts to fall asleep at his desk about 2 and decided perhaps 6 AM ain't such a good idea after all...
There has to be one benefit to a 4:30 AM alarm! Dorkus (squared)
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