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)
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