Yes boys and girls Aunt Ing is in full out the button has been hit - dear god the aliens have landed - what was that flash in the sky - panic mode. Heaven help us all... first and foremost is the chubby girl surgery, sent in the last hopefully of the paperwork this morning - I should call and verify that... I did use the right number. I hope.
I am also panicking because I am not yet on the right diet, I haven't gotten the right protein shake stuff, I need the vitamins, I need me split into three because it is going to take three people to get this all done... and that isn't even mentioning all the extra stuff I do. And no it's not cooking and cleaning - that is day to freaking day.... this is major Rainbow event coming, paperwork crap to get express mailed tomorrow, hand all that off to another Mother, get this meeting with lunch and dessert done and figure out if the insurance is going to pay for this... um, wait I think I just crossed streams again... (bonus points if you remember that movie reference).
And the rest of my day hit the fan and that is as far as I got....oh sure we're still in full panic mode now we can layer unhappy, sleepy, and stressed along with the other 12 bitchy dwarfs and we're having ourselves a party. Tuesday was up and out early sans carpool, into work no prob, home, problem. Got home, leftovers for dinner,and then a run 15 miles down the road to pick up a kid, then back up in the pouring rain, I get to the meeting to see everyone sitting around... seriously?!?!? Set up the freaking room get thing ready!! Yeesh!
Of course I have sent out no less than a dozen emails, I post on face book and I blog to the girls' group - monies due Tuesday this is a must -- must have it!! I get 1 full payment, 1 parital and 1 my mom said she thought she'd have until June1st... and I wonder why I drink - and I wonder what the heck I'm going to do when I can't drink!!??!!!
So, I'll fumble the numbers and make it work get this out the door and on it's way... then I will hand over the paperwork to another mother who is going - and walk away.
Now I have more paperwork for the surgeon to deal with - a WEEK AGO I hand delivered the documentation - only to find out Tuesday night that she didn't have everything... seriously???? You didn't look at it when you said you were going to???? WTF lady - you're killing me - AND if this surgery gets moved she'll say it wasn't her fault... no pumpkin, wrong fax numbers, waiting 2 weeks to call, not returning calls oh hell no so not your fault!!! (See opening paragraph- panic and mayhem)
I have another doctor appointment this afternoon, I will get my records I will go to the Fed Ex place, and FAX them to this idiot woman, I will Fed Ex the girl's group paperwork and I will go home get on my knees and pray for a miracle - in several departments. Ahem. OK. Breath. I have in the last week managed to get 9.10's of the paperwork in, get tests done, get things running and managed to try and have a life and a bit of a weekend - I can get this done, it will happen when it is scheduled to happen. Please God!
Alrighty - enough whining and complaining and all the rest. this helps nothing and just pisses off everyone around you... which is why I blog. You can read it or not... and I feel better.
Oh and did I mention Bubba is having a minor medical procedure Friday, and his parents are threatening to come down for the weekend?!? Yeah so much for that good mood. Medically Cranky Bubba and his Mama - I may start the liquid diet early - how would protein power taste in Jack Daniels or maybe even in one of those slushy drinks?? Yeah that's the ticket - I can pee blue slushy mix all weekend... *hick*
OK I have purged I have blogged and I have a plan... and bonus my office mate it taking me out to lunch. I am still in full panic mode but I have a list.. and I may just say a rosary or four.. Hey God - it's been a while since I asked for something big -cut me a break just this once huh??? Amen. :-)
*Yeah I know going straight to hell for that one... do not pass go and I get the rickety hand basket on my way down... someone send suntan lotion.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Friday, May 25, 2012
Have deadline will execute.
As previously documented I have stuff to get done not only with this chubby girl surgery, but with the girl's group and a whole host of other - life in the way of living sorts of things.... allow me to ,demonstrate...
Friday - up usual o-dark-sweet-mary it's early... off to work sans carpool buddy - he's on vacation.
I arrive at work at the early hour of 6:25 in the AM, in full worry as I must spin the code and figure out how to get in... first time for everything. Dodged the bullet someone else had spun the dial but couldn't figure out how to disarm the alarm - that i knew how to do!! So with the power of teamwork we were in, disarmed and ready to rock and roll... or figure out how to kill 4 hours until we could go home.
I did have work to do - got things done, cleaned up my surgery book, sort of, went and had my blood work done, super groovy and pretty close to work, then finished up at work, grabbed some lunch, went and had my chest x-ray that was SUPER quick, then got on the beltway home! No major traffic at 1:00 PM so things were super groovy. Made my way to the bank for the girl's group, got that all tended, then decided to head home. And I did...
Once home I was able to clean up the girl's group checkbook, clean up the payment schedules for the girls, send out email, up load medical receipts for me and Bubba so we can pull money out of our pay me back account, reorganized my surgery binder all nice and neat, cleaned out the upstairs basket for the catch all mail, cleaned the kitchen, ran the dishwasher, cleaned up the backyard of doggie land mines, and took care of some minor bills, got my disability paperwork tended and can get things wrapped up tonight for the girl's group!
Am I good or what? All i have to do tomorrow is strong arm the dietitian for my records get those faxed to the surgeon with the NEW number and cross fingers, toes and what ever other body part will cross in eternal hope that the insurance company will approve this quickly... please....
The weekend promises to be equally quiet and busy, tomorrow dietitian trim bushes, clean up as Bubba can't do that as it doesn't involve a power tool, nail appointment, party with friends in Va, and Monday... a whole lot of nothing - please.
Perhaps even time to check in here... stay tuned, enjoy your weekend, and remember the a soldier.
Friday - up usual o-dark-sweet-mary it's early... off to work sans carpool buddy - he's on vacation.
I arrive at work at the early hour of 6:25 in the AM, in full worry as I must spin the code and figure out how to get in... first time for everything. Dodged the bullet someone else had spun the dial but couldn't figure out how to disarm the alarm - that i knew how to do!! So with the power of teamwork we were in, disarmed and ready to rock and roll... or figure out how to kill 4 hours until we could go home.
I did have work to do - got things done, cleaned up my surgery book, sort of, went and had my blood work done, super groovy and pretty close to work, then finished up at work, grabbed some lunch, went and had my chest x-ray that was SUPER quick, then got on the beltway home! No major traffic at 1:00 PM so things were super groovy. Made my way to the bank for the girl's group, got that all tended, then decided to head home. And I did...
Once home I was able to clean up the girl's group checkbook, clean up the payment schedules for the girls, send out email, up load medical receipts for me and Bubba so we can pull money out of our pay me back account, reorganized my surgery binder all nice and neat, cleaned out the upstairs basket for the catch all mail, cleaned the kitchen, ran the dishwasher, cleaned up the backyard of doggie land mines, and took care of some minor bills, got my disability paperwork tended and can get things wrapped up tonight for the girl's group!
Am I good or what? All i have to do tomorrow is strong arm the dietitian for my records get those faxed to the surgeon with the NEW number and cross fingers, toes and what ever other body part will cross in eternal hope that the insurance company will approve this quickly... please....
The weekend promises to be equally quiet and busy, tomorrow dietitian trim bushes, clean up as Bubba can't do that as it doesn't involve a power tool, nail appointment, party with friends in Va, and Monday... a whole lot of nothing - please.
Perhaps even time to check in here... stay tuned, enjoy your weekend, and remember the a soldier.
Thursday, May 24, 2012
And he's back...
And he's had no sleep. Listen Karma - honey -- just start drinking again. I can't take it. Seriously. Nit-pickery with anal retentive ninny-ness tossed in is oh so NOT the way to end one's day. Sincerely.
Regular work day, I sent flowers to the doctor's front office staff for the assist and foolishness from the black hole of the surgeon's front office staff... shall I detail??
I was given binder full of all sorts of scary, semi-informative and detailed surgery related information. Now the one sheet of paper she gave me with all the stuff you had to get done - I thought by June 15 when sincerely it should have been done by MAY 15th... (thanks for telling me that NOW) and the sheet of paper that I have given to every doctor and nurse and hey -you tech of the day because it held the medical procedures needed - not to mention the doctor's name and numbers.... turned out to have the WRONG FREAKING PHONE AND FAX NUMBERS on the page.
Allow me to repeat that. This idiot assistant let me walk out of their office months ago with a basic understanding of what I needed to do - with the wrong contact information and no knowledge of actual working deadlines.... is it any wonder I've had 2 doctor appointments Tuesday and 2 more Friday and another on Wednesday... and now it's all in the insurance company's hands to get this shit approved for my surgery.. because if not its going to have to back up at least 2 weeks. Heaven help me.
Now Wednesday I hand delivered the paperwork that had been faxed and faxed again to the wrong number because that was the number at the top of the letter head... dip shit. When I pointed that out to her she crossed out the numbers and wrote the right ones in... um say pumpkin - this is the digital age, let me fix that for you... and put in the right freaking contact information from the get go - hum???? (insert massive teeth grinding.. HERE)
Now I must say as I was trapped in some repaving traffic on my way back to work I called home and had nice chat with Dad. A girl can always count on her Dad... especially when she's been banging he head against the same brick wall for the better part of a week - if not longer. Of course I listened to Dad's laundry list of stuff and well - he wins - sort of... but then again he doesn't have job... and he likes the clowning part... sooo nope sorry Pap I still win the big giant sucking stick of salt with added Cayenne pepper.. yummm (not)
So final push is underway, I am in full panic on a number of levels including, getting stuff done and to idiot doctor assistant, praying the insurance company says OK quickly... (please add a novena in there for me) then oh yeah surviving all this... and then figuring out how to living post surgery. Cripes I am so screwed...
Dad is right the bar bill is going to go down significantly... but right now - I think I may start that liquid diet early. Heck I'm not driving home, there has to be a bar within walking distance of work right???
OK no dwelling it will be what it will be and that is that. (please God June 15th!!!)
And one final thought.... the window installers broke the light above my kitchen sink, just the glass bowl thing that covers the light bulb.. fine it was replaced and reinstalled by Bubba the non-builder. He's replaced another one in the house so no biggie right? If it was it wouldn't be here... so dinner is done and waiting for his royal highness to grace us with his presence or 15 minutes which ever came first because I was hungry. Now me and both dogs are downstairs in the family room, and suddenly I heard crack, and CRASH! Went running upstairs and found... globe gone, and shattered glass all over the place... yeah. And who walks in just as I'm cleaning up??? You betcha installed extraordinaire! Then instead of helping out, he checks windows for water leaks. What? Then gets pissy because even after broom, hand and hand held vacuum I missed a small piece of glass - that of course Mr. No Shoes steps on. Then he asks me if I cleaned up the floor? No Captain Obvious I left large hunks of glass around so we can run dogs to the vet and us to the doctors for stitches and good drugs. Seriously??? So ate dinner, mapped the kitchen floor and went to bed... seriously can I come back in my next life as a trophy wife? Or Bubba either one... ;-)
Regular work day, I sent flowers to the doctor's front office staff for the assist and foolishness from the black hole of the surgeon's front office staff... shall I detail??
I was given binder full of all sorts of scary, semi-informative and detailed surgery related information. Now the one sheet of paper she gave me with all the stuff you had to get done - I thought by June 15 when sincerely it should have been done by MAY 15th... (thanks for telling me that NOW) and the sheet of paper that I have given to every doctor and nurse and hey -you tech of the day because it held the medical procedures needed - not to mention the doctor's name and numbers.... turned out to have the WRONG FREAKING PHONE AND FAX NUMBERS on the page.
Allow me to repeat that. This idiot assistant let me walk out of their office months ago with a basic understanding of what I needed to do - with the wrong contact information and no knowledge of actual working deadlines.... is it any wonder I've had 2 doctor appointments Tuesday and 2 more Friday and another on Wednesday... and now it's all in the insurance company's hands to get this shit approved for my surgery.. because if not its going to have to back up at least 2 weeks. Heaven help me.
Now Wednesday I hand delivered the paperwork that had been faxed and faxed again to the wrong number because that was the number at the top of the letter head... dip shit. When I pointed that out to her she crossed out the numbers and wrote the right ones in... um say pumpkin - this is the digital age, let me fix that for you... and put in the right freaking contact information from the get go - hum???? (insert massive teeth grinding.. HERE)
Now I must say as I was trapped in some repaving traffic on my way back to work I called home and had nice chat with Dad. A girl can always count on her Dad... especially when she's been banging he head against the same brick wall for the better part of a week - if not longer. Of course I listened to Dad's laundry list of stuff and well - he wins - sort of... but then again he doesn't have job... and he likes the clowning part... sooo nope sorry Pap I still win the big giant sucking stick of salt with added Cayenne pepper.. yummm (not)
So final push is underway, I am in full panic on a number of levels including, getting stuff done and to idiot doctor assistant, praying the insurance company says OK quickly... (please add a novena in there for me) then oh yeah surviving all this... and then figuring out how to living post surgery. Cripes I am so screwed...
Dad is right the bar bill is going to go down significantly... but right now - I think I may start that liquid diet early. Heck I'm not driving home, there has to be a bar within walking distance of work right???
OK no dwelling it will be what it will be and that is that. (please God June 15th!!!)
And one final thought.... the window installers broke the light above my kitchen sink, just the glass bowl thing that covers the light bulb.. fine it was replaced and reinstalled by Bubba the non-builder. He's replaced another one in the house so no biggie right? If it was it wouldn't be here... so dinner is done and waiting for his royal highness to grace us with his presence or 15 minutes which ever came first because I was hungry. Now me and both dogs are downstairs in the family room, and suddenly I heard crack, and CRASH! Went running upstairs and found... globe gone, and shattered glass all over the place... yeah. And who walks in just as I'm cleaning up??? You betcha installed extraordinaire! Then instead of helping out, he checks windows for water leaks. What? Then gets pissy because even after broom, hand and hand held vacuum I missed a small piece of glass - that of course Mr. No Shoes steps on. Then he asks me if I cleaned up the floor? No Captain Obvious I left large hunks of glass around so we can run dogs to the vet and us to the doctors for stitches and good drugs. Seriously??? So ate dinner, mapped the kitchen floor and went to bed... seriously can I come back in my next life as a trophy wife? Or Bubba either one... ;-)
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Wadda mean its just Tuesday...
After a near perfect weekend, this week has taken on life of it's own.... EARLY Saturday Bubba was up and out the door and on his way to Vegas... guys weekend - go with the geeks and enjoy. Don't call for bail money because there won't be any.
Aunt Ing, slept in sort of - had a dietitian appointment (last one) got home to find the door guy in my drive way, already had the wrong model storm door off, and was working on installing the correct model.
I got the dogs outside, putzed, cleaned the kitchen, putzed about the house, read my kindle, relaxed in the sun, the door guy finished and I was happily alone - with the dogs for the rest of the weekend. Did I say heaven?? Oh my yes, peace, quiet no one questioning what I was doing from the outside - over the lawn mower - because to that person I didn't look like I was doing something constructive.... nope.
I did nothing constructive - because I could and because that is what a well deserved Bubba free weekend is all about...
Sunday was much of the same nothing-ness with periods of feeding pups, feeding me and enjoying the sight of a still clean kitchen sink when one arose from the night's slumber... nice.
Then Monday hit and Karma awoke, hung over and pissed off...
Now I will say if its just me in the morning - things went fine. there were no accidents, no issues, I showered, I gathered my stuff, and pups managed to get down stairs and outside before there were... issues. Go figure.
Got to work, and I knew it wasn't going to be a good day when your office mate is already in the Gov'y boss's office and you don't have to work to 'over hear' the conversation. Toss in problem tester, new project with the most un-organized manager in history and three more trips to the Gov Boss's office and boy howdy you've got yourself one bitchin' Monday boys and girls...
Oh yeah and toss in 4 count 'um 4 messages to the stupid surgeon's office trying to find the black hole all my medical records are being sucked into! 3 times my regular doctor has sent stuff, my dietitian and ME and this person claims she's never gotten any of it!!! SERIOUSLY!! From 3 different sources?? So now I must hand carry document to this idiot woman tomorrow.... and I may seriously make her sign a sheet of paper saying she's received this stuff!! Then she tells me she's not getting her messages from the answering service - hey pumpkin if the offices are open - why aren't your front office people answering the freaking phone??!???? Why am I dealing with yet another third party?? thankfully she did finally call me back, and this morning I had to be really nice to my regular doctor folks to try this mess again. I sent flowers. I mean when they tell you that the surgeon admin was mean and they have faxed something 3 times - its not you pumpkin. I know exactly where the problem lies....
Upside, no evening meeting.
Home, dogs, food for one, bed early and that was the highlight of the day..
This morning - I swear I had to remind myself it was just Tuesday... work is busy but quiet... 2 doctor appointments today - Bubba home and all the joy that that entails... stay tuned.
Aunt Ing, slept in sort of - had a dietitian appointment (last one) got home to find the door guy in my drive way, already had the wrong model storm door off, and was working on installing the correct model.
I got the dogs outside, putzed, cleaned the kitchen, putzed about the house, read my kindle, relaxed in the sun, the door guy finished and I was happily alone - with the dogs for the rest of the weekend. Did I say heaven?? Oh my yes, peace, quiet no one questioning what I was doing from the outside - over the lawn mower - because to that person I didn't look like I was doing something constructive.... nope.
I did nothing constructive - because I could and because that is what a well deserved Bubba free weekend is all about...
Sunday was much of the same nothing-ness with periods of feeding pups, feeding me and enjoying the sight of a still clean kitchen sink when one arose from the night's slumber... nice.
Then Monday hit and Karma awoke, hung over and pissed off...
Now I will say if its just me in the morning - things went fine. there were no accidents, no issues, I showered, I gathered my stuff, and pups managed to get down stairs and outside before there were... issues. Go figure.
Got to work, and I knew it wasn't going to be a good day when your office mate is already in the Gov'y boss's office and you don't have to work to 'over hear' the conversation. Toss in problem tester, new project with the most un-organized manager in history and three more trips to the Gov Boss's office and boy howdy you've got yourself one bitchin' Monday boys and girls...
Oh yeah and toss in 4 count 'um 4 messages to the stupid surgeon's office trying to find the black hole all my medical records are being sucked into! 3 times my regular doctor has sent stuff, my dietitian and ME and this person claims she's never gotten any of it!!! SERIOUSLY!! From 3 different sources?? So now I must hand carry document to this idiot woman tomorrow.... and I may seriously make her sign a sheet of paper saying she's received this stuff!! Then she tells me she's not getting her messages from the answering service - hey pumpkin if the offices are open - why aren't your front office people answering the freaking phone??!???? Why am I dealing with yet another third party?? thankfully she did finally call me back, and this morning I had to be really nice to my regular doctor folks to try this mess again. I sent flowers. I mean when they tell you that the surgeon admin was mean and they have faxed something 3 times - its not you pumpkin. I know exactly where the problem lies....
Upside, no evening meeting.
Home, dogs, food for one, bed early and that was the highlight of the day..
This morning - I swear I had to remind myself it was just Tuesday... work is busy but quiet... 2 doctor appointments today - Bubba home and all the joy that that entails... stay tuned.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Welcome to my world Bubba...
Thursday was a major shift in the Bubba - Aunt Ing's relationship... Bubba had to stay and work from home while Aunt Ing got to get up go to work and not think about the window and door installers coming to the house and oh yeah the bug guy too - later in the day... what freedom! What Bliss! What Happiness... what dread about how many phone calls I was about to get that day....
The day ticked on and it was surprisingly quiet... until about 2:30 then it was - hey there is this issue do you mind X? Hey are you here this weekend, door guy can't finish today - do you know the color of this living room?? Where is the paint cans? Didn't they leave any here - where is this... and I could tell Bubba had had enough... (giggling here would be wrong - but I did it anyway).
When I arrived home, Bubba of course was gone - he had something important to do like going to the bank and withdrawing his Vegas money. He was complaining about that due to bank drive thru limits... it's Vegas. They know him - heck they put "Vegas trip" on the flipping bank statement!! But still alas - he had to go back Friday and get the rest... (again giggling here would be wrong - but I did it anyway- again) I'm human, sue me.
When Bubba got home, he then began to tell him of his day - and at this point as we were now face to face, I couldn't really giggle - but I smiled.... a lot. He detailed the day of 6 window installers, one door man, two dogs, and the bug guy - toss in an open back yard gate, one black dog sleeping happily in the sun on the deck, the other brown dog off exploring the neighbors with the gate open.... rookie. The way to keep track of brown dog, insert blanket next to where you are preferably in the sun or partial sun, tell her to lay down, perhaps add a cookie incentive and you're good for at least 3 hours. Do not allow brown dog in back yard when you know gate is open - she's not a quick as she used to be but give her enough time she will hobble over there... like Thursday. Snicker. Of course the ever patient and tender bubba barked "get over here" Violet in her doggie wisdom immediately headed in the opposite direction. Is it any wonder I love that dog? Of course now Bubba is detailing all of this and he is smiling so I know he's thinking I am leaving for Vegas on Saturday and I can put all this behind me.
I can't tell you the enjoyment I gained for listening to all this... welcome to my world pumpkin where you must juggle your work responsibilities of getting stuff done, handling the folks in your house with questions and issues, in my case handling the 12 phone calls from the control freak at work, and of course tending to our pups. The last - for me being the easy part. But I've had more practice. I held back from kissing my government boss on Friday for the inability to work from home and simply based for another day.... heaven.
It's a Bubba free weekend... we'll chat Monday.
The day ticked on and it was surprisingly quiet... until about 2:30 then it was - hey there is this issue do you mind X? Hey are you here this weekend, door guy can't finish today - do you know the color of this living room?? Where is the paint cans? Didn't they leave any here - where is this... and I could tell Bubba had had enough... (giggling here would be wrong - but I did it anyway).
When I arrived home, Bubba of course was gone - he had something important to do like going to the bank and withdrawing his Vegas money. He was complaining about that due to bank drive thru limits... it's Vegas. They know him - heck they put "Vegas trip" on the flipping bank statement!! But still alas - he had to go back Friday and get the rest... (again giggling here would be wrong - but I did it anyway- again) I'm human, sue me.
When Bubba got home, he then began to tell him of his day - and at this point as we were now face to face, I couldn't really giggle - but I smiled.... a lot. He detailed the day of 6 window installers, one door man, two dogs, and the bug guy - toss in an open back yard gate, one black dog sleeping happily in the sun on the deck, the other brown dog off exploring the neighbors with the gate open.... rookie. The way to keep track of brown dog, insert blanket next to where you are preferably in the sun or partial sun, tell her to lay down, perhaps add a cookie incentive and you're good for at least 3 hours. Do not allow brown dog in back yard when you know gate is open - she's not a quick as she used to be but give her enough time she will hobble over there... like Thursday. Snicker. Of course the ever patient and tender bubba barked "get over here" Violet in her doggie wisdom immediately headed in the opposite direction. Is it any wonder I love that dog? Of course now Bubba is detailing all of this and he is smiling so I know he's thinking I am leaving for Vegas on Saturday and I can put all this behind me.
I can't tell you the enjoyment I gained for listening to all this... welcome to my world pumpkin where you must juggle your work responsibilities of getting stuff done, handling the folks in your house with questions and issues, in my case handling the 12 phone calls from the control freak at work, and of course tending to our pups. The last - for me being the easy part. But I've had more practice. I held back from kissing my government boss on Friday for the inability to work from home and simply based for another day.... heaven.
It's a Bubba free weekend... we'll chat Monday.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Mid-week hump
And I do mean hump.... the weekend was super-fab, we didn't go anywhere we didn't do much and managed between Bubba and I not to have snippy words at each other. That could be why the heavens opened up Monday morning there was some serious shift in the karma force...
The weather was super fab, the little chores around the house got done, I have pretty pink nails again, and Bubba and I enjoyed the latest blockbuster feature film together - with popcorn. No butter. Yeah I know whatever... enjoyed said movie, came home enjoyed dinner on the grill and enjoyed a coma like state that soon followed. Like I said - all in all a good thing. (as Martha would say).
Monday I awoke to the not so gentle sound of rain falling from the sky in full water filled buckets... yeah. so up and out with pups -- yes Shelby you have to go out side - followed by the regular morning routine. Rode into work carefully with water and fog and dark, and stupid DC drivers and - did I mention it was raining? The office was so quiet I took to walking hallways to make sure I wasn't completely alone... oh so very alone. Got home and made it through a meeting... yak yak yak - lady I am not retired, 4:30 comes seriously freaking early in the AM... let's go!! Got through that came home and head meet pillow - yeah love you pups night.....
Tuesday not so much rain but enough to turn a good hair day bad... ah well. the office was busier and so was I meeting after meeting - you know the productive alternative to work... then home and.......... Bubba home at 5:00 PM in the afternoon even. (I went coupon shopping after work) ... well there goes my afternoon quiet time - or so I thought.
He's upstairs working the cleaning lady came so the house smells nice, the dogs are outside content.... hey - have kindle will mellow. And I did. Then I had to do dinner - we ate day done. that is life if the fast lane boys and girls...
Wednesday was meeting Wednesday, meeting after meeting and then lunch and a never ending meeting with a manager who can't get herself organized. Heaven help me. Of course now I have offered to 'help' and she's taking me up on it - I am so screwed.
Let's see what the rest of the week will bring...
The weather was super fab, the little chores around the house got done, I have pretty pink nails again, and Bubba and I enjoyed the latest blockbuster feature film together - with popcorn. No butter. Yeah I know whatever... enjoyed said movie, came home enjoyed dinner on the grill and enjoyed a coma like state that soon followed. Like I said - all in all a good thing. (as Martha would say).
Monday I awoke to the not so gentle sound of rain falling from the sky in full water filled buckets... yeah. so up and out with pups -- yes Shelby you have to go out side - followed by the regular morning routine. Rode into work carefully with water and fog and dark, and stupid DC drivers and - did I mention it was raining? The office was so quiet I took to walking hallways to make sure I wasn't completely alone... oh so very alone. Got home and made it through a meeting... yak yak yak - lady I am not retired, 4:30 comes seriously freaking early in the AM... let's go!! Got through that came home and head meet pillow - yeah love you pups night.....
Tuesday not so much rain but enough to turn a good hair day bad... ah well. the office was busier and so was I meeting after meeting - you know the productive alternative to work... then home and.......... Bubba home at 5:00 PM in the afternoon even. (I went coupon shopping after work) ... well there goes my afternoon quiet time - or so I thought.
He's upstairs working the cleaning lady came so the house smells nice, the dogs are outside content.... hey - have kindle will mellow. And I did. Then I had to do dinner - we ate day done. that is life if the fast lane boys and girls...
Wednesday was meeting Wednesday, meeting after meeting and then lunch and a never ending meeting with a manager who can't get herself organized. Heaven help me. Of course now I have offered to 'help' and she's taking me up on it - I am so screwed.
Let's see what the rest of the week will bring...
Thursday, May 10, 2012
A bat, a bobble and I'm the uptight one?!?
That title pretty much sums up the weekend - well with a few other fun things tossed into the mix to ensure I don't have a working brain cell left... and that my brain to mouth filter is now permanently stuck in the off position....
Friday - that boys and girls was the easy day.... up early, work half a day, home, shop, print cards, pack me and the dogs, do the dishes, the laundry and still have time to sit and read. Darling Bubba manages to get home about 6-6:30 all he has to do is pack himself. After he goes upstairs, changes clothes then tells me - aren't we eating here?? Um - nope hadn't planned on that one- so I fine leftovers, rehot for both of us, I eat while he packs, he eats, I got the dishes done, and packed up half the car before Mr. Molasses is moving with positive force. Did I mention this was the easy day??? Finally at 7:30 PM we are our way.... uneventful trip home, of course, per usual Bubba arrived Cranky. Didn't take that bet did you?? Sucker.
Did enjoy the Pap ribbing Bubba something good re: cranky face... hee hee hee.... go Dad.
Saturday - ah Saturday - up too early I had to pee and pups decided it was time for them to get up too... yeah. So up we all do our thing in our respective areas. I feed the girls, and settle in with the Kindle - rather than run everyone back up stairs - which Violet girl doesn't like very much and makes too much noise for everyone still sleeping - especially Bubba. To my amazement Violet girl likes Chef Micheal's creations (wet dog food) in her kibble and eats it all. Great - she's eaten, we're going to be gone most of the day - and we've had a Sure-Happy-Its - a puppy present problem. (see previous post). ANY way - with Shelby being gimpy as well - a walk was a slow process but necessary to protect Nana's carpets. So walked and good, mostly. Everyone else is up and dressed and 9/10's ready. I as usual am last in shower and manage to get showered, dress - with a leg shave - it was getting a bit - Chewbacka -- in control top panty hose, full face and hair -- away we go. Pap in his 'clown' formal wear. Which is the eye searing primary color nightmare jacket. I still twitch when those boys are all together... ouch. But you have to admit - lunch with a bunch of clowns and small kids it wasn't 100% dull - 65% - tops. ;-)
As my father has the illustrious title of "Captain of the Clowns" or in this case - chief of the crazy old guys. We arrived at 11:45 - we are introduced to the "party Nazi" or the old lady in charge - do as she says the way she says it and don't argue. She knows what she is doing. I of course salute smartly and do as I am told.... then we wait - and wait for a lunch we thought was supposed to begin at 12:30 was actually served at 1:30 - good thing we were hungry. Food well - frankly sucked. For you yinzers out there - Churchill Country Club - don;t bother - dry is the most generous discription I can give. Apparently according to the Party Nazi - she wasn't pleased - this was an unusual occurrence... yeah - lucky us. We get the hung over waiter and the chef that flunked out of the cooking by mail class... My sister and I could have done a better job. But we have other jobs - and lives and husbands that need constant attention...
ANY way - Pap did a great job - money was donated, clown noses were worn with one notable exception - my niece Z didn't want that thing on her nose no way no how... the niece I did think would balk - was dancing around the room with the darn thing on her nose... Go figure.
The best part was Pap the Bobble head.. one of his clown buddies had my father the clown immortalized in Bobblehead form... oh yeah we had some fun with that one. We finally get home, get out of panty hose and dresses sit on the deck and bask in the quiet.... then my sister arrived. ;-)
We plan dinner out - something good - we go for the usual standby - wings and beer - another yinzer tip - Crossroads - excellent. Although Bubba does say pass on the chili. So two pitchers of beer and 500 pounds of fried food later - we are one happy bunch - and off to harass--- the dairy queen lady. We used to abuse the cookie lady at the grocery store but they quit giving away free cookies and Mom said something about her quitting in protest over drunks on Friday nights asking for "my damn free cookie - lady" We didn't swear - I think. Not important.
So beer, wings, ice cream in a PACKED Dairy Queen, home and done. Oh so done. Problem is we have to get up and do this all over again Sunday.
Sunday - dawns warm and clear, this time we are taking pups as we have travel time, church time, and party time. We travel separately - and in a test of our marriage I manage to get Bubba in a car alone with my parents and the dogs - I ride with my sister and niece. Yeah I know - I'm still amazed that Bubba didn't get out at my brother's house and drink him dry of any and all liquor. He got through - the drive, church, the party and home. I got a first hand look at what happened when I rode home with the old people. Oh --- dear. Let me put is this way - Nana in the backseat taking us around our ear lob to get to our elbow and then a short turn to pinkie to get to our thumb. Yeah sure Nana part of it was a road closure - but seriously? Those roads were a worry - we were hearing banjo's and there wasn't any waterways... I'm just saying.
The ceremony for Niece E was nice, the priest was good, a little too chatty - and why OH WHY do you find it necessary to ask second graders anything in the middle of all this - seriously?? Amen, hallelujah and here it is - get this over with Father. First Holy Confusion - AMEN. Emma looked lovely - we all enjoyed her 'personality' in full order, including the full curtsy as her mother took her picture walking in - the parental-like trait of gulping the wine - and the hamming up moments we all got to enjoy. The party was nice - but again what posses folks to do such stupid things like open cards in front of the world so everyone knows exactly how much money was in each envelop. Stay classy sister-in-law... (and this is where we get the "I'm too uptight - from my mother) Yes Nana dearest - who can hold a grudge until you're both dead - and then it's in the will... and I'm the uptight one. I'm sorry I was trying to stop my niece from embarrassing everyone.... didn't work.
It was a nice party all in all - we finally headed home - again the same "direct" route we took to get there ... we got home, everyone including pups were too tired to care - sandwiches for dinner and packed up to head out early Monday...
Monday - ah - out and gone too early. I am driving, Bubba on the computer - we arrive home. Nice drive - I shower, dress and go to work, Bubba works from home. Nice.
OH! I left out the bat!!! The best story of the weekend.... as the Party Boss had balloons they were given to children in attendance, grand and others - one grand child got to sleep over at Nana's. She didn't properly secure her balloon... it drifted out her open door (for air circulation) and danced quietly into the room with Nana and Pap - and the moving ceiling fan... as the balloon is caught up in the fast moving air current - it bounces off the ceiling - at midnight as Pap has crashed hard his lunch is over - and the beer flowed freely - is woken to Nana shouting - BAT! BAT! Only to find through a half open, half sober eye a balloon dancing about the ceiling. According to my sister the real fun was watching him try and tie it to the door knob so we didn't have a repeat performance.
Sorry I missed it - as I was half sober and all the way sound asleep....
Later - we'll document the rest of this crazy week...
Friday - that boys and girls was the easy day.... up early, work half a day, home, shop, print cards, pack me and the dogs, do the dishes, the laundry and still have time to sit and read. Darling Bubba manages to get home about 6-6:30 all he has to do is pack himself. After he goes upstairs, changes clothes then tells me - aren't we eating here?? Um - nope hadn't planned on that one- so I fine leftovers, rehot for both of us, I eat while he packs, he eats, I got the dishes done, and packed up half the car before Mr. Molasses is moving with positive force. Did I mention this was the easy day??? Finally at 7:30 PM we are our way.... uneventful trip home, of course, per usual Bubba arrived Cranky. Didn't take that bet did you?? Sucker.
Did enjoy the Pap ribbing Bubba something good re: cranky face... hee hee hee.... go Dad.
Saturday - ah Saturday - up too early I had to pee and pups decided it was time for them to get up too... yeah. So up we all do our thing in our respective areas. I feed the girls, and settle in with the Kindle - rather than run everyone back up stairs - which Violet girl doesn't like very much and makes too much noise for everyone still sleeping - especially Bubba. To my amazement Violet girl likes Chef Micheal's creations (wet dog food) in her kibble and eats it all. Great - she's eaten, we're going to be gone most of the day - and we've had a Sure-Happy-Its - a puppy present problem. (see previous post). ANY way - with Shelby being gimpy as well - a walk was a slow process but necessary to protect Nana's carpets. So walked and good, mostly. Everyone else is up and dressed and 9/10's ready. I as usual am last in shower and manage to get showered, dress - with a leg shave - it was getting a bit - Chewbacka -- in control top panty hose, full face and hair -- away we go. Pap in his 'clown' formal wear. Which is the eye searing primary color nightmare jacket. I still twitch when those boys are all together... ouch. But you have to admit - lunch with a bunch of clowns and small kids it wasn't 100% dull - 65% - tops. ;-)
As my father has the illustrious title of "Captain of the Clowns" or in this case - chief of the crazy old guys. We arrived at 11:45 - we are introduced to the "party Nazi" or the old lady in charge - do as she says the way she says it and don't argue. She knows what she is doing. I of course salute smartly and do as I am told.... then we wait - and wait for a lunch we thought was supposed to begin at 12:30 was actually served at 1:30 - good thing we were hungry. Food well - frankly sucked. For you yinzers out there - Churchill Country Club - don;t bother - dry is the most generous discription I can give. Apparently according to the Party Nazi - she wasn't pleased - this was an unusual occurrence... yeah - lucky us. We get the hung over waiter and the chef that flunked out of the cooking by mail class... My sister and I could have done a better job. But we have other jobs - and lives and husbands that need constant attention...
ANY way - Pap did a great job - money was donated, clown noses were worn with one notable exception - my niece Z didn't want that thing on her nose no way no how... the niece I did think would balk - was dancing around the room with the darn thing on her nose... Go figure.
The best part was Pap the Bobble head.. one of his clown buddies had my father the clown immortalized in Bobblehead form... oh yeah we had some fun with that one. We finally get home, get out of panty hose and dresses sit on the deck and bask in the quiet.... then my sister arrived. ;-)
We plan dinner out - something good - we go for the usual standby - wings and beer - another yinzer tip - Crossroads - excellent. Although Bubba does say pass on the chili. So two pitchers of beer and 500 pounds of fried food later - we are one happy bunch - and off to harass--- the dairy queen lady. We used to abuse the cookie lady at the grocery store but they quit giving away free cookies and Mom said something about her quitting in protest over drunks on Friday nights asking for "my damn free cookie - lady" We didn't swear - I think. Not important.
So beer, wings, ice cream in a PACKED Dairy Queen, home and done. Oh so done. Problem is we have to get up and do this all over again Sunday.
Sunday - dawns warm and clear, this time we are taking pups as we have travel time, church time, and party time. We travel separately - and in a test of our marriage I manage to get Bubba in a car alone with my parents and the dogs - I ride with my sister and niece. Yeah I know - I'm still amazed that Bubba didn't get out at my brother's house and drink him dry of any and all liquor. He got through - the drive, church, the party and home. I got a first hand look at what happened when I rode home with the old people. Oh --- dear. Let me put is this way - Nana in the backseat taking us around our ear lob to get to our elbow and then a short turn to pinkie to get to our thumb. Yeah sure Nana part of it was a road closure - but seriously? Those roads were a worry - we were hearing banjo's and there wasn't any waterways... I'm just saying.
The ceremony for Niece E was nice, the priest was good, a little too chatty - and why OH WHY do you find it necessary to ask second graders anything in the middle of all this - seriously?? Amen, hallelujah and here it is - get this over with Father. First Holy Confusion - AMEN. Emma looked lovely - we all enjoyed her 'personality' in full order, including the full curtsy as her mother took her picture walking in - the parental-like trait of gulping the wine - and the hamming up moments we all got to enjoy. The party was nice - but again what posses folks to do such stupid things like open cards in front of the world so everyone knows exactly how much money was in each envelop. Stay classy sister-in-law... (and this is where we get the "I'm too uptight - from my mother) Yes Nana dearest - who can hold a grudge until you're both dead - and then it's in the will... and I'm the uptight one. I'm sorry I was trying to stop my niece from embarrassing everyone.... didn't work.
It was a nice party all in all - we finally headed home - again the same "direct" route we took to get there ... we got home, everyone including pups were too tired to care - sandwiches for dinner and packed up to head out early Monday...
Monday - ah - out and gone too early. I am driving, Bubba on the computer - we arrive home. Nice drive - I shower, dress and go to work, Bubba works from home. Nice.
OH! I left out the bat!!! The best story of the weekend.... as the Party Boss had balloons they were given to children in attendance, grand and others - one grand child got to sleep over at Nana's. She didn't properly secure her balloon... it drifted out her open door (for air circulation) and danced quietly into the room with Nana and Pap - and the moving ceiling fan... as the balloon is caught up in the fast moving air current - it bounces off the ceiling - at midnight as Pap has crashed hard his lunch is over - and the beer flowed freely - is woken to Nana shouting - BAT! BAT! Only to find through a half open, half sober eye a balloon dancing about the ceiling. According to my sister the real fun was watching him try and tie it to the door knob so we didn't have a repeat performance.
Sorry I missed it - as I was half sober and all the way sound asleep....
Later - we'll document the rest of this crazy week...
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Almost Friday!!
But saying Sure Happy Its Thursday turned into the real thing when I got home - late from work. Now as I have discussed here previously there is the up early procedure that had been working pretty well. When Bubba stayed his Lilly white backside in bed until I was well on my way out the door - the girls were fine, I was fine - everything was fine. Well now with Violet girl not doing so well and me apparently not taking careful time to ensure she has done all her business and necessary deeds in the morning - Bubba is arising to morning presents - which as we all know make him so very very happy.... which means that I get a phone call or some other pleasant start to my day. This time - it was how my day ended....
Its Thursday - carpool guy has a meeting that can run late on Thursdays - today I wasn't so worried because Bubba was fast asleep when I left. The girls has been let out, fed, and tended. Apparently Violet - had an issue and Bubba was presented with a present - in the laundry room. Poor baby had to tend to yucky in the laundry room on the piece of carpet we can toss in the washing machine. You deal with it and move on. I am just thankful he didn't call me at work to yell at me about something I had no control over and could do nothing about - while sitting at my desk at work...
ANY who - got home and sniffed - oh dear... not a good smell - but wasn't certain if it was trash or pups... found out fairly quickly it was pup. Violet girl to be specific. She made a big old mess in her cage.... all her blankets - and of course on her.... oh joy oh bliss. So get everyone and everything outside - get the crate broken down to clean up - toss all the blankets outside - spray some Fre-breeze to kill the aroma-de-puppy-present... then stupidly call husband to ask why the throw rug was outside... he walks in the door while I talking to him - and of course I got ---- wait of it---- cranky Bubba!!! Can I get a whoot!! whoot!! Yeah - so in walks Captain Cranky and I have to chase Violet of the icky hind quarters up the stairs to the bath tub and clean her up - all the while C.C (Captain Cranky for short) is going on and on how the dog is "stupid" because she's having some issues.... SHE'S OLD - you big dork. SO - I get stinky puppy upstairs into the tub and while I am hunched over dealing with said stinky puppy with water, soap and scrubbing my darling husband thinks NOW is a good time to try and talk to me over running water in the bathtub - from downstairs. I ignored him until he managed to get upstairs and into the bathroom - this urgent discussion he had to have.... charges on the credit card. Because now, it the midst of all the mess - was the time to look at the mail and the credit card statement. Yeah. Lucky gal aren't I??? Once we were done with credit card - then there was still time to bark at me for the mistake on the phone bill and how I to call them and say we are switching because it's $5.00 over what they said it would be... I am pretty sure that patch of hair will grow back on Violet girl... yeah pretty sure. .. Sorry puppy.
So, pathetic puppy washed and cleaned, he's now telling me he still smells poop in the laundry room... sure honey pot getting right on that.... and I said I was getting to deal with mess number 2... pun unintended there... I spat "yes dear - getting right on that so your royal nose is no longer offended..." he mumbled something about mowing the lawn. GO - now - please before you do more than smell puppy presents... OK so cleaned up blankets into the washer they go and I sit down to the computer.... I didn't get 10 minute in to bill paying and blogging when I am being shouted at - from the outside window... Bubba is standing outside with the lawn mower shouting at me asking me what I am doing.... seriously?!? I point to the phone because I was indeed on hold with Large Nameless Phone company - while blogging. :-)
Oh and did I add the cleaning lady called and told me there is a leak in my bathroom into the laundry but she can't pin point exactly where... yeah. So when C.C. gets done eating something to ward off the Captain we get to play - find the leaking water. Oh yea... S.H.I Thursday... so very very happy. Just heard the washer kick off... now to dry clean blankets and wonder if Bubba would notice if I shoved that can of Fre-Breeze up his nose...
Oh yeah - and I have to find a new coping skill instead of food for days like this... really??? Because frankly something sugar laden and gooey would really make this all go away.... yeah yeah - finding something else - like blogging!!! Aren't you lucky?
Its Thursday - carpool guy has a meeting that can run late on Thursdays - today I wasn't so worried because Bubba was fast asleep when I left. The girls has been let out, fed, and tended. Apparently Violet - had an issue and Bubba was presented with a present - in the laundry room. Poor baby had to tend to yucky in the laundry room on the piece of carpet we can toss in the washing machine. You deal with it and move on. I am just thankful he didn't call me at work to yell at me about something I had no control over and could do nothing about - while sitting at my desk at work...
ANY who - got home and sniffed - oh dear... not a good smell - but wasn't certain if it was trash or pups... found out fairly quickly it was pup. Violet girl to be specific. She made a big old mess in her cage.... all her blankets - and of course on her.... oh joy oh bliss. So get everyone and everything outside - get the crate broken down to clean up - toss all the blankets outside - spray some Fre-breeze to kill the aroma-de-puppy-present... then stupidly call husband to ask why the throw rug was outside... he walks in the door while I talking to him - and of course I got ---- wait of it---- cranky Bubba!!! Can I get a whoot!! whoot!! Yeah - so in walks Captain Cranky and I have to chase Violet of the icky hind quarters up the stairs to the bath tub and clean her up - all the while C.C (Captain Cranky for short) is going on and on how the dog is "stupid" because she's having some issues.... SHE'S OLD - you big dork. SO - I get stinky puppy upstairs into the tub and while I am hunched over dealing with said stinky puppy with water, soap and scrubbing my darling husband thinks NOW is a good time to try and talk to me over running water in the bathtub - from downstairs. I ignored him until he managed to get upstairs and into the bathroom - this urgent discussion he had to have.... charges on the credit card. Because now, it the midst of all the mess - was the time to look at the mail and the credit card statement. Yeah. Lucky gal aren't I??? Once we were done with credit card - then there was still time to bark at me for the mistake on the phone bill and how I to call them and say we are switching because it's $5.00 over what they said it would be... I am pretty sure that patch of hair will grow back on Violet girl... yeah pretty sure. .. Sorry puppy.
So, pathetic puppy washed and cleaned, he's now telling me he still smells poop in the laundry room... sure honey pot getting right on that.... and I said I was getting to deal with mess number 2... pun unintended there... I spat "yes dear - getting right on that so your royal nose is no longer offended..." he mumbled something about mowing the lawn. GO - now - please before you do more than smell puppy presents... OK so cleaned up blankets into the washer they go and I sit down to the computer.... I didn't get 10 minute in to bill paying and blogging when I am being shouted at - from the outside window... Bubba is standing outside with the lawn mower shouting at me asking me what I am doing.... seriously?!? I point to the phone because I was indeed on hold with Large Nameless Phone company - while blogging. :-)
Oh and did I add the cleaning lady called and told me there is a leak in my bathroom into the laundry but she can't pin point exactly where... yeah. So when C.C. gets done eating something to ward off the Captain we get to play - find the leaking water. Oh yea... S.H.I Thursday... so very very happy. Just heard the washer kick off... now to dry clean blankets and wonder if Bubba would notice if I shoved that can of Fre-Breeze up his nose...
Oh yeah - and I have to find a new coping skill instead of food for days like this... really??? Because frankly something sugar laden and gooey would really make this all go away.... yeah yeah - finding something else - like blogging!!! Aren't you lucky?
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