5 kids, 5 dogs, and 10 "adults"....oh what a weekend

Toss in rain, chill, and adult beverages and oh what a weekend we had.   We drove through weather Armageddon Thursday night got to Nana's and we got to unload without the rain.. bonus.  Checked the weather, and went to bed.   Much to my surprise the neighbors slept in so we got a later start, and got to camp later than I wanted to.  Bubba had a small fit over breakfast options, we ended up at Subway which employed the slowest sandwich-put-together person on god's green earth... seriously.   And the only way that sandwich is editable is when you slather it with all that extra sandwich crap.  When you can't eat all that other crap - the breakfast SUCKS. 

Discovered there was a farmers market at the town near camp and in a complete frontal lobotomy on my part I changed plans.  I should have just taken a poop in the middle of Nana's carpet for her reaction.   I hate it when Bubba does this to me - I say something then you say nothing or do what you want or withhold a piece of information that would change the situation and I am left with not only egg on my face but the entire freaking omelet.   Yeah.  Then add rain, thunder, power outage, tree in the road and oober bitchy Nana - what a joy.   I was in the dog house but it was too crowded so I was just in the shit.  

My sister was thrilled when she showed up later in the night and Nana was WELL into the wine - somewhere in the neighborhood of 1.5 bottles.  And me stone cold sober.   Life doesn't suck much more than that one boys and girls.   Nana on a drunken rate and me the brunt of all it.   What a great way to start a weekend.    Dear old Dad - tried to tend but it was not a good start to the weekend.

Add in just as the power went out my neighbors were on a call from the place "helping" their daughter.  She's checking herself out.  Phone goes dead - we sent them up the hill to where cell phones work, an hour later they come back, some frank talk that Mrs. Neighbor didn't want to hear.   I know that it has to be something close to impossible to walk your daughter to a place where all control is gone.  Now not only is control gone, so are all the safety nets.  At this point she has to fall down hard without that net - then and only then will things change.   I feel bad for good people.  

Saturday arose with potential, we did our breakfast casseroles.  Most folks were complimentary - again I thought and it was to keep Nana out of the freaking kitchen all weekend.   I don't know why I tried.  Everyone was fed and minimal dishes were done.  A new canopy was put up - with many parts and slots A through Z then the roof and netting.  Pap couldn't wait to get rid of this thing - and he still has it.   Bubba and I discussed nice to have for the October BBQ  and the word Craig's list came up.  We'll talk to Pap later.

My brother and his family arrived, and that was when all hell broke loose, 5 kids, 5 dogs, cranky adults, I hid inside for bit with my nose buried in a book.  I figured it was safer.   My brother broke out the chain saw, Bubba and family friend and long lost brother M helped brother dear with wood gathering...

We had another new addition to this mess, a grand son of M's new wife.  She's fine a nice person - her grand son is the whiniest little boy I have ever met.  OMG.  Every time he didn't get his way he cried and whined, and hit and knocked things over then his 'aunt' who is all of 9 or 8 goosed him along at every opportunity.    It was an interesting dynamic to watch and it got old in a big fat old hurry.  

The low country boil was the high light of the weekend for all I got to eat.  But I enjoyed what I had.   We did Pap birthday - my sister made one sinful cake - which I got to taste a whole lot later than everyone else.   But I did get to taste it.   We did get fire - Nana again was enjoying her wine and letting everyone know her opinions on everything.   She didn't like when anyone said anything to her about said opinions but hey we did it anyway.  Its not like she remembers most of it anyway.   Brother dear did post drunken puppy love on Facebook... enjoyed that one.

Sunday of course was the nicest day - and we left for a nice long ride - and as I said good bye to Nana couldn't resist the parting shot - of "I'll be fine - you're going home."   Thanks for that one.

We arrived home without much trouble, Bubba mowed the lawn, I cleaned up doggie land mines and ate leftovers and died.  Should have went to bed earlier than I did.  Today was a long day. 


ON to today's rant re: Bubba.... his "early" time tonight was 8 PM.  He's eating dinner at 9 PM and all I want to do is go to bed.   In fact I probably will because 4:30 comes awful freaking early in the morning.  And his tighty-whitey fanny is still sound asleep when I leave. 

Now we are having trouble with the HD channels on the dish and Mr. PITA refuses to believe it and gets all cranky when they don't record.  I know this and the show I want to watch I record on the non-HD channel to make sure I get it.  Dorkus

Oh goodie now it's my fault he can't record... yep going to bed.  

Did I mention my old pups have basically been asleep since we got home Sunday?  There was a brief period of activity when I got home from work today followed by dinner, and now more napping.  It won't take much to get them moving to go to bed.  In my next life I'm coming back as a trophy wife's purse dog.... so I can nap all day.

Say - what will Tuesday bring?  I am almost afraid to ask.

Dragging to the finish line...

We are T-20 until I blow the Popsicle stand known as work... with one stop to get Nana her requested wine.  No worries.  Then trek home to MD, pack me, the dogs, the car, and think of a portable dinner for Bubba the work-a-holic and we are wheels up ASAP.   We are crashing at Nana's tonight - and then CAMP on Friday.   It sounds like most of Friday and into Saturday we will have the place to ourselves - note to self tell the neighbors to enjoy the quiet it won't last long.  (Hence Nana needing the wine run.)

I am not ready but - I have a list - I have several.  90 minute meetings where people blather on - very productive time to create such a list.   And I did.  I even have things already done and scratched off the list.  I am that good.

Now if only my package would arrive tonight - birthdays would be tended and I would have the full trifecta.  Aunt Ing is Wonder Woman - and don't you forget it.

Bonus - last night we had a massage - ahhhhhhh - and he looked at me before the session and said - Oh yeah I can really tell.   (in your face)

How big WAS my face?  

I guess it would be inappropriate for him to say with me laying on the massage table - oh yeah I can tell so much less of you to push around... yeah that would have sucked.  We'll stick to the face thing. 

I saw the surgeon yesterday 1 month follow up - they were very pleased I am doing good things and the right things so... don't have to go back until September - blood work and stuff.  She added another pill to my daily dose of vitamins but hey life does not suck right now (knocking wood).   That karma witch is every where and she enjoys those industrial sized blenders a bit too much.   According to the Doc - 23 pounds gone!   Aunt Ing is happy camper!

All right signing off for the weekend.  Will recap all the traveling fun with Bubba the can't leave work at work man, the neighbors, worried Nana, 12 kids and one bathroom without  a lot of water...

As I said in my planning email to everyone - gentleman - claim your tree early.   Chicks need plumbing.

Have a great weekend everyone. 

Too pooped already....

Its Tuesday and I'm already tired and ready for the weekend.   Work continues to be nuts  - we stayed 30 minutes later tonight on the promise of good words in a very public meeting - yeah... 30 minutes in we headed home, without those nice words - they may have been said but without our knowledge. 

So we got home late, I ran to Trader Joes' bought them out of Mac and Cheese for my brother, a quick something for dinner then home to get things ready for the weekend.  And Yes I'm starting on Tuesday ... we're leaving Thursday night - much to Nana's shargin I'm sure.  I baked a lemon pound cake tonight, and make up the breakfast casserole for Sunday.  It had to sit overnight - I will bake it tomorrow and it will be very good come Sunday.

Upside, Wednesday night Aunt Ing has a massage ... yeah baby.  

Bubba has been quiet today - he's been fed, and has control of the remote.  All is right in his world. 

I'm tired so this is quick hit.

Oh bonus - got text and email and phone calls - Maryland Rainbow girls took first place in the National competition for their speaking parts.   Half that team - were my kids...  Busting buttons here...

How cool is that?

Mellow weekend

As the weekend kicked off with Bubba the cranky, Saturday saw Bubba disappear early to navigate his way through the mostly working DC Metro and meet his friends for an afternoon baseball game.  On an afternoon that saw clouds, a lot of rain here, but not where he was, and a high of 71 degrees - there were nights not so long ago that didn't get that cool.   Crazy.   But I enjoyed the entire day home, alone with the pups all quiet and mellow.  Rainy and grey why bother to go out - and I didn't.   He got home all happy and content, he stopped off and got his own dinner as I hadn't go out, and there wasn't much in the house.  Plus I ate earlier... much earlier.

I was a quiet night, and today has proven much the same, we were up and moving, Bubba opened his computer and went to work, I made a grocery and errands list and went running.  Unlike Bubba who would have taken that same list and been gone for the better part of 3 hours - I was done with 4 stops in less than 90 minutes.   Dropped off kitchen towels at the lodge, got gas, got cash, went to Wal-Mart, took care of that list, went to Aldi's for the cheap groceries, and then to Giant for what they didn't have.  As darling Bubba helped me unload the car, he grumbled, we're leaving this week - yes dear I am well aware of that - as most of this was for the weekend, and some stock up items as I really hadn't been shopping in a month.   The cubbords were a bit bare oh sure the freezer is full but you still need stuff to go with it. 

So things for weekend tended, cubbords restocked and Bubba left for his massage.  Peace and mellow reign again.   Then we have a week sprint to the finish of Thursday night and the joy that is a weekend at camp.    I can't wait.

I don't want to jinx things but right now life is good...


 and didn't I just hear karma warming up the blender....

Bubba the social butterfly....

Now that we are all done laughing... allow me to document the night that was.   We were invited to the neighbors for dinner to celebrate the male head of house's birthday.  When it is a male birthday there are no anniversaries involved just food, cake, funny cards and a complete lack of angst.   We chicks are complicated - deal with it boys.

ANY way,  according to Mrs. Neighbor she's serving dinner 6:30 ish and we should be over 10 to 15 minutes before that.  OMG Bubba will have to get his happy fanny home on time... which he does with all of 15 minutes to spare.   Is he happy it's Friday, and he's home before the female members of his house are sleeping - of course not.   Then there was the discussion of what to wear.  And no, not by me - to me this was an easy answer - put on a pair of shorts, a shirt, shoes and go.   This is not a four star dinner with his Lord and Ladyship of Uptown Pain-in-the-nether.   It's BBQ with the freaking neighbors.   Well Bubba being Bubba he decides that he is not in the mood the change so he goes over in his golf shirt and long pants  - of course everyone else changed into comfy clothes like shorts and stuff to enjoy their time away from work.   Bubba was apparently was having his finger nails removed.

But he ate and that makes him happy, and he sat quietly listening to the conversations of others whether or not he heard any of this I don't know, he did actually converse with the birthday boy and in full complete sentences - not the usual grunts and clicks I get... but then again... I am the wife.

Here is the thing that gets me every time we go out - I like talking and socializing and telling stories etc, but every time I look over to the social butterfly you'd thought I'd blurted out some state secret like his social security number or heaven forbid how much we make for a living.  I think I might get away with a bedroom secret or two --- not...  Its the look on his face, like he's bit into a lemon I handed him telling him it was chocolate.  Now we have in the past gone round and round regarding some topic his royal butt-head has gotten his knickers in a twist about - like making a joke to my mother from a movie we both like:  "They think I have more money than God"   to which my husband took to mean that I was (in some secret code) telling my uncle that we're rich.

I'll let that simmer for a minute while you put more duct tape over your ears to keep your brains from leaking out over that bit of idiotic logic.  

Tonight - as I speak, engage with others in conversation, enjoy the ebb and flow of socializing with others I stupidly look at Bubba and there it is - that lemon grumpy face.   I have stopped asking what is his issue - mainly because  - well see over leap of logic that simply make my head hurt.  I don't care if his terminally anti-social work-a holic is unhappy about my topics of conversation.  Deal Bubba.

Oh and another little bit of stupid - he looks at me after dinner - he tells me he's hot. Change your clothes dorkus and you would have been more comfortable like the rest of the world.

Did I mention he was checking email  - and as soon as we got home he logged on to his computer... as we speak he's logged on and working.   Why did you think I asked for my own computer - so we can ignore each other - me doing something - him working.   Oh yeah this is living.


Speaking of living I must relate last night's events.  Another summer storm, nervous dog, me in bed - Bubba cleaning gutters in thunder and lightening - then we have a minor flood in the laundry room.  Drain outside the door is clogged + lots of rain = flood in laundry room... now the fun part -- Bubba yelling at me, I rush downstairs at the word flood to find Bubba using one towel to sop up this water - one towel sop, wring, sop, wring... I immediately grab the other 3 towels sitting right there on shelf, protect the carpet, then grab the mop and begin shoving water outside.  Oh and did I mention we have no power?  which means no lights... we're going this by flash light.   Thankfully the lights came back on and we were able to finish up.  But I keep going back to the thought process of one sopping wet towel and an inch and half of water - so how many hours would Bubba have stood there trying to suck up all that water.... seriously.   It wasn't a good thing to giggle but I did it anyway.

When I finally got to bed, 15 minutes later the alarm went off (felt like it) and I managed to slog through my day - but I do have nice pretty pink fingernails to show for it.

Chuck it up to another day in the life...

A Wednesday Surprise

As I documented previously today was the company awards luncheon.  This was a first in my world, a division of large nameless corporation actually giving something back to the lowly worker bees, lunch at a nice Italian Restaurant, an hour on the company, and today I learned your kudos read out to the entire group, AND - I found out after I got back to my office - a small BONUS!  Like cash bonus!
Bubba should be very pleased - I just paid for my birthday present.  ;-)

Today was busy as my days are want to be lately, but it's early yet and Bubba ain't home.   I am going to send him back outside tonight - storm or no storm.  He hit the satellite dish and screwed up the reception when he was outside playing with his toy -aka the power washer this past weekend.  At this point I think it might be time to call in the pros, but he won't.

So I get to stand inside watching the TV, flipping channels and telling him GO  - STOP etc.   That boys and girls is life in married land, exciting isn't it??

We shared a brief moment together last night - then I decided that I wasn't going to stay up all night, and went to bed.  I left sleeping lump this morning.  I know we are the most exciting couple you've ever want to meet no??

I forgot to call Nana last night she had a computer issue - now she's off working traveling Nana.  I will probably give her a jingle just to check in.

Didn't make it to call Nana - as Bubba arrived home in a 'mood' something at work apparently... like I care.  Leave it at work and don't drag it in here.   So he's grumpy and of course some how its my fault.  So he's got his computer open and I have mine, plus we're sitting here  watching high brow TV, Pawn Stars.   It appeals to Bubba the Arab trader.... it works on several levels.

Another quiet night on the 'burb front... life doesn't get much more exciting than this does it boys and girls??

Its only Tuesday?!?!

My week already has hit the fan... work started Monday with a phone call from a guy in London at 6:40 in the blessed AM.   I get into work at 6:30 AM yes 10 freaking minutes to get my morning started and I'm having to figure out what the heck is going on and I've been in the office for 10 minutes - on a Monday morning.  Yeesh even in my new decaffeinated state this is hard to take.   So I start running and I basically sit down for lunch - which is a bodily function must now - and again to get in the car to go home.    Today didn't start much better.  Lucky for me my office mate was in and answer the first call at 5:50 AM a full 40 minutes before I get in... yeah... this is shaping up to be a real winner of a week.

Add to this mess all the other projects currently on going, testers who won't talk to each other much less to their team leads, and one problem tester who won't share and manages to stroll in at 11 each morning and needs help with every step of the way... yeesh....

Up side of my week is tomorrow is my award luncheon.  Yeah lucky me in a lovely wonderful Italian restaurant and can eat nothing - or next to nothing.  I will enjoy what I can.

The rest of the week is shaping up just how is started.   Lovely no?

Today I received an email from my neighbor and friends telling me that their daughter has gone from troubled to in serious trouble.   She is in a rehab facility in Florida and the story her father told me this evening after I delivered a quickly put together life sucks basket here is something to feel better basket made me feel awful.  They are holding on by a thread, and in some ways lying to themselves that she has mental issues and less self medication issues.   I feel awful but can't image what they are going through.  

With all that ringing in my ears I head home, Bubba is home, he's figured out how to rehot his dinner I left on the stove, and begins to berate me on why I was next door and maybe they didn't want to talk about it.   NO darling that would be you, clam up say nothing and hope it goes away if you ignore it.   Apparently it's a family philosophy.   But I took his email of let's talk over the fence to mean he was able to do so, and willing.  And I gave him the option of accepting the gifts and me going home.  \When I was invited to sit and stay and I got all the details... I think he needed to chat it all out.

But per usual Bubba insensitive fashion I was in the wrong for doing something nice for someone.   I did ask him why he was trying to make me try and feel bad because I went to comfort friends.  Dork.

OK so - this seriously depressing post is life is a bowl of cherries- and it appears this week - we've got pits.

We'll work on getting back to the good stuff ... after all Bubba won't be able to help himself...

Oh yeah serious up side - lots of compliments  especially my face... apparently that is where I have kept all my extra weight, this keeps up I will have the head the size of a shrunken head when it's all said and done.. and my butt will still be big.. LOL   But seriously folks, new bras - like old bras I out grew and have now shrunk back down into... ditto shorts and shirts.  Packing for camp next week should be fun.

Stay tuned for as the frappe goes goes or Karma is on crack.   Lucky me...
 

All that griping yesterday about how cheap my husband is and this morning after he left for a workout I find my birthday present... which I am now typing on.  Yes my new laptop!!!!  Aunt Ing is happy happy girl - and bonus - when setting up said computer I found my idiot husband's missing credit card  (story later)  it appears he went to large blue store so I will have to grill him on warranties et. al.  Right now it's new, shiny and me a happy geek.    Be warned I now have immediate access - documentation of all things Bubba will be happening in more real time... or not.   A filter might be a good thing... but why?!? 

So today is my birthday in cased you missed the world wide memo... I tend to send those out so Hubby doesn't forget again.  So far it's been quiet, up with the girls, they are napping, hubby is out working out and I am happily setting up new computer, watching the Tour De France and setting up all my web surfing sites.   I am a geek.

Dinner tonight out with friends should be a good time - I'll get to talk while everyone else eats.   Should be fun.

It's raining and kinda grey but I'm not complaining.

More later!!!

OH - yeah the credit card story... Bubba orders Shelby's meds on line, he needed a credit card to pay for said order.  He did this Tuesday.   Thursday there was a hard target search for said card as apparently he noted the missing space in his wallet.   This morning while looking up a password, there was his credit card in our super secret password book.   If that had been me there would have been a great deal of wailing and gnashing to teeth and some unhappy comments on my organizational skills - which of course I pointed out while we were looking for his card...

So I found it, called the card company, got the account reset and Aunt Ing is the hero... oh yeah can't wait to rub this one in!!!

Enjoy your weekend

I am amazed the man doesn't squeek...

Of course I'm talking about Bubba - and the man gets any cheaper he's going to discover just how expensive life can be... yeesh.   I really need to find a psychologist to explain to me how this man thinks!   I asked about the one bill I didn't pay this afternoon and he has a fit... seriously?  I missed the Delta next to the statement - sue me.   Yeesh it took me 2 minutes to pay the darn thing and 5 for his little fit.  Grow up.

However I am enjoying the fact that as we speak he's outside cleaning up the back yard - and I am not. Nor will I until the end of July.   Oh yeah babe milking this for all it's worth... Now he's out mowing the lawn I will do dinner shortly, he will do it later and all will be peace in our land.

Now if we could just find the right Gama ray to make his tight fisted hand a little less so - life boys and girls would not be so bad.

Yeesh - I will say it again because it helps to keep the murder plots from forming - I am not a jolly good time girl with my money.  I have to get up go work every blessed day and earn it - and this week I earned every blessed dime.   I do not buy designer shoes for 500 bucks a pop, I do not shop at Sacks or any other puffed up place.  I buy Mary Kay, I wear Dress Barn, I do like the discount designer shoe store - all $50 a pop or cheaper because I usually shop the clearance rack first... and yet my idiot husband thinks I'm spending him into the poor house.   Seriously??  I was out of commission for 2 weeks in June.  July is my birthday - I'm going shoe shopping get over yourself.   I buy gas, groceries, and gifts for other people - including your family who apparently are trying to up the population in Western PA.... by themselves.   I digress...

And I'm tired of this topic. 

I'm going to plan our vacation trips off the boat... yeah spend more of his money... BWAAA HAHAHA... ahem.  you get the idea.

After I get my 2 ounces of protein - I think I'm hungry - or it could be gas - I have a hard time making that determination until it's too late.   I wonder why the dogs don't sleep close anymore? 

Have a great weekend I may post again - depending on how big of an ass hat Bubba decides to wear all weekend... and considering we're going to VA to have dinner with my friends... should be an XL by Saturday afternoon...

Ah the joys of marriage and compromise.. do I use the gun or the knife and is that hole deep enough?

Stay cool....

It never fails...

While I was out of work - I got an award from a project I worked on - color me surprised - and as such I got a company invite to the semi-quarterly awards lunch.   At this really great family style Italian restaurant.... yeah.   Me at one of the temples of over-do....this couldn't happen BEFORE I have the stomach of a small child?  No - of course not-- welcome to Aunt Ing's world.    However, it is nice to be recognized because usually I would be overlooked and the day of or the day after I would get this serious message of how sorry they were to have forgotten me...

So, take the good and the bad, go enjoy some protein option and explain to a lot of people why I eat less than their children. No worries.   The smells will be my down fall - this place smells so good when you walk in, and the food is even better....

On an up note - I enjoyed a soft taco last night - chicken, homemade, and without sour cream and lettuce as dairy still has bad memories and raw veggies are still a no-no.  But meat, with spice a little taco sauce, a hint of cheese and boy howdy was it good!   My one single taco.... but again I was full.  And that boys and girls is the point of all this internal organ rearrangement... because before Aunt Ing would have had more than one....

My office mate has been gone all week, I may kiss the man when he gets back Monday... or break a leg so he can't go anywhere else... nah - he's too nice I'll just hug him like he did me when I got back.   Yeesh what a week at work, meetings, stuff, BS, foolishness and this gem...

We got a quote for a zippy piece of software - we got a zippy quote in mid-APRIL.... I am still trying to get the freaking government to send out the PURCHASE ORDER.... and the company said end of July or your sweetheart deal goes bye-bye.... and when you push these people... I get whiny emails about 12 other projects bla bla bla I nearly wrote that it is not my fault you can't manage to get things done - stupid to the NTH degree.... gripe and grump.

Plus today is Thursday my carpooler has meetings until late - so here I sit... bonus there - I get to leave early on Friday...yeah.  I'm thinking shoe shopping - need to find my happy birthday coupon.   I love Happy Birthday coupons...

Speaking of celebrating another anniversary of my 29th birthday... and just never you mind how many.... my mum-in-law sent my card AND a gift early!!!  I know!!!  I usually don't get that until at least mid-August!  Color me completely amazed!   Then I learned the real reason, she's on the beach with her sister, a family friend (or relation - can't remember) her daughter T and her grand daughter - not the knocked up one - the one in school with her head on straight.   They left the prego one at home - alone - with my father-in-law.  I know it isn't nice to laugh but dang nabbit I'm only human!   Plus - its freaking funny to think of Bubba Sr. home alone with HIS mother in law, their yippy dog and no one else!!!  BWAAA HAHAHA   Ahem. 

OK, (snort)  ok - really.  (giggle) Seriously.    We'll leave that there...

I wonder will prego niece get the message regarding all these kids she's having - everyone is sick of it?  So much so they left her even though my mum-in-law said she was due "any day".   I sincerely doubt my sister in law will rush back to PA if she goes into labor....

Of course now I feel bad for prego niece - sort of.   Oh let's just chuck it up to I am an awful person. 

Moving on.   I'm going back to work maybe if I keep being a productive member of society the bad karma will ease back.       Yeah I'm not counting on that either.  Have a good Thursday - and remember the weekend is only one day away... and one of us gets older on Saturday.  *sigh*

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Bubba

The weekend was hot, peaceful, frustrating, and all too short.   Yes boys and girls it was hot as 7 hells this weekend, the dogs didn't want any part of it - and frankly neither did I.   We stayed inside and enjoyed the Saturday peace and quiet as Bubba (yep -  you guessed it) went to work.   Smell the peace, feel the Zen.... ahhhh

I asked him to bring down the laundry, which I did, cleaned the kitchen, putzed, read my book, and generally enjoyed the peace that a Bubba free day will bring.   Sunday - Sunday was  different story - apparently Bubba didn't dry his backside from his shower and his undergarments zipped right up his backside and implanted themselves on top of the stick that is genetically there all the time.  Yeesh, I was enjoying a quiet morning up before him, let the dogs out fed them, and relaxed then Bubba 'the wedgie' comes downstairs and it's all.... grumping, and general Bubba stupidity.

It starts with me sitting in the dining room, filling out an envelope to mail to the pet meds folks for Shelby's refill.  (that I called in, picked up and dealt with...) Bubba in his patient and tender manner (NOT) is trying to give Shelby her bi-weekly shot, she's not happy about it - I tried to talk to Shelby - I stayed where I was - but when she flinched because HE hesitated it was suddenly MY fault for causing a problem.   Of course grumping and bitching and name calling ensued, I walked away and didn't speak to him for most of the day.   He hates that and I know it.   I also helped that he went out to get a hair cut and pampered ass massage so the girls and I enjoyed more quality time sans Bubba - again --- feel the Zen.

He did take me to the movies - which by the way SUCK without popcorn.  Especially when you're checking your watch about 1/2 way through the movie, tired of teenager angst and the rest... this was not a particularly entertaining movie in my humble opinion.   (Spider man - FYI).   Yawn.

Of course I sat next to two giggling teenager girls and they laughed at the most stupid stuff on heaven's green earth.   I weep for the future of our country.... granted I didn't have great taste at that age but still... yeesh.  I'm getting older by the minute.

We went home, I made chicken with sauce we finished up some side item leftovers and Bubba started to give me a hard time about not eating.   Seriously?   Yes there is still food on my plate, that 1 ounce of chicken went down hard I am not about to stick anything else down there until that settles where it needs to go... ouch.   So zip it Bubba - I got this.  You - per usual - are entirely less than helpful, grumpy because you have lift and tote and oh yeah I am going to milk this for all it's worth.  You want the back yard cleaned up - get out there and DO SOMETHING - besides go to work.   I know he desperately wants to say something to me like why don't I do something - supposing laundry, bills, and cooking and cleaning up the kitchen is nothing in addition to tending to the dogs, making sure they have their meds - the ability to give them their meds without any kind of yiping of crying of pups... sheesh.  I am one lazy SOB are I not?

And the fun fight of the weekend?  My birthday present, I want a lap top.   He and I talked about this during the 'I want to hire the personal trainer' discussion.  Which he promptly forgot about when I made the comment he used earlier about a "nice to have" but not a necessity.   A trainer and laptop are indeed - nice to haves - so you get Mr. Workout - I get geeks are us.    I am not asking for a sleek, zippy do dah computer I'm asking for a basic machine to write my stories - blog, you name it.    That hopefully will end the "what are you doing" questions when I sit in the computer room typing.   Now I can sit in the living room and type... where he can watch me.   I will probably seem strange that every time he says something stupid I open my computer and start typing...   He probably wouldn't get it.   But he is employing every cheap methodology he can use not to spend a lot of money on something he thinks I don't need.  Again not about need butt head it's about want... I want to be able to cart my computer with me when I travel, I want to be able to sit outside when the temps drop below 184 degrees and surf the web, etc... and I want to enjoy something extra from the working for a living - besides working and not killing you... Bubba dear.   Deal with it.

So full week this week - my office mate is gone all week and I'm already tired.   I was woken up by a nervous panting old pup at 2 AM this morning when thunderstorms started rolling in... she kept waking me up every 45 minutes or so until the alarm went off... and I hit the snooze button a few times.

Its supposed to be cooler this week - we can only hope.

Stayed tuned for more grumpy Bubba and his pals, idiotic and moronic.

OH!  Almost forgot - saw a Facebook post from my niece D -stating she was going to the beach with her mama.. I think this week - and news from mum-in-law said the other niece was due to pop with number 4 any day... LOL   I guess sis-in-law T is tired of being a grand mother... bwaaaa ha ha ha ha... ahem.  Sorry.   Mostly.    ;-)

Get out the big pitcher of milk....

Because we're about to get seriously catty here folks...

First let me start by saying a holiday in the middle of the week is kinda nice - especially when Bubba works it... ah the peace and quiet....

Next it was hot - so I watched the History Channel and learned something yesterday.   I be smart. :-/

And lastly the part you really want to read about  re: why did we break out the milk and saucers Aunt Ing?  Well boys and girls I'm going to tell you - because if I don't get this off my chest I just crack a tooth or simply explode.

My mother in law called yesterday - and in most cases that would be enough ... but she talked.   And now I blog - she called to see how I was doing -- "you had your surgery right?"   Yes, I replied trying desperately to keep the humor out of my voice.  "I was off for two weeks, went back to work on Monday."   Hint Hint pumpkin - the time to call was a bit ago --- but I'm not bitter --Frankly I don't care.    So she went on and on about how I'm feeling, if I've been sick, she didn't want a lot of details and frankly I didn't offer much.   Yeah yeah you've been so busy - yes I so understand - after all it must be heck in a hand basket not to have to get up and go to work all day...  She mentioned that her mother aka Granny in our house, had some eye surgery over the past 6 months and Joyce had no one to help her give her she had to put drops in her eyes 3 times a day.   Added to the fact that Granny was staying with her sister who apparently fell and broke her arm so Granny was helping her - but had to rely on Joyce to put drops in her eyes.

I'll let that sink in....  That and the "no one would help me" comment - now Niece A doesn't have a job (but does have kids) - Niece D has a job and is going to school full time - her own daughter aka my sister-in-law T has a job and generally works NIGHTS.   It's an entire family of me-me-me.   Unreal.   Whatever - I married the male version which - also explains why I blog...  Mum-in-law went on to discuss her thoughts on how she's too old to have the same surgery I did - she should have done it when she first heard about it... yadda yadda - this ain't to make you skinny pumpkin it's to help to eliminate health issues related to you being chubby.   And her comments about diets not working - get rid of all the junk food and prepackaged crap in your house then talk to me about diets.... See reference back to In-law family picnics where there is nary a green vegetable in sight - unless it is drowned in cheese whiz (oh SO not joking there).

Bla, Bla, Bla.....

Then she asked if we had talked to Niece D on line - she said you did.  I said no, I will see her posts on Facebook, and maybe comment - but that is a rare thing.   Apparently Mum-in-law thought Niece D told me the big news in PA (wait for it....)  Oh I'm sure you've guessed it already - yes boys and girls - Aunt Ing and Uncle Bubba will be Aunt and Uncle again as Niece A pregnant with her FOURTH child.   And - here's the best part - she due IN A FEW DAYS!   Which means she was knocked up when we were home for Christmas but they may not have told anyone - but seriously?!??    If I hadn't had surgery when would we have found out?!?  When she arrived home and asked - who is this?

Now Mum-in-law claims she has an appointment to have her tubes tied - I've heard that before... so we'll see what happens next month.

I have no words... well - at least she's married to the baby daddy this time - (the first time that has happened) 1 out of 4 - yeah still sucks as a batting average too...   God is testing me--- no that's not true anymore.   I am numb to that anymore.   Idiot children having multiple children I simply shake my head and go about planning my vacation. :-)  Spoiled princess am I!

Yes, so spoiled that I went to school, paid off my loans, get up at o-dark-OMG work all day long commute from hell... I live with Bubba.   Cripes.   Man... almost wish I could drink!   But I can sit in smugg-i-ness that I have all that I have and am blessed with so much because I worked for it - saved my pennies - and try mostly to do the right things.  (yes I know Gossip is sin - please see previous posts about tickets and punching and SPF 89 - bla bla bla)....

I can say the look on Bubba's face was almost priceless - a mix of semi-surprise, annoyance - and resignation of life in his world.  He did quip that he was going to tell his mother we can't afford for her to have any more kids.   Hey we aren't tax payers in PA - the two gifts a year we send up there aren't that much.   Now for you still playing at home - remember it was mentioned she's due in a few days... anyone betting when we find out this kid is out??   Before or after my birthday - I'm betting after - way after!    I will wait just as long to send something up there... (meow).

I'm going back to work now - it's quiet here, I'm happy, my tummy is doing it's thing - which is generally making me nervous - and well it's a life isn't it?

Stay cool and remember - tomorrow is Friday!!!

Two down - two to go...

I made it - two days of 'work'.  I added the accents because work is quiet dead as there is a holiday stuck in the middle of this week (thank goodness) and folks are taking time off.... so it's mostly quiet.

Mostly as our little work home has been invaded by interlopers from another building that doesn't have power.   Since these folks are technically (1 a boss) and the rest are working on budgets that keep my butt employed next year - Aunt Ing has smiled and happily stayed out of their way... I've got a vacation to pay for - and new clothes acomin' !  Budget away ladies and gents.

My office mate was happy to see me, and the team members that were there were also very welcoming.  It was very nice.   It is nice to have a job where folks don't hate you on a daily basis.  It's been over a year since we've been rid of the Deep South Idiots but that memory is seared into my brain and unlikely to be scarred over for a bit.  

Its now Tuesday evening, we have had dinner - my 1.7 ounces of chicken a bit of broccoli and I even tried a bit of rice.   Thus far things have stayed where they belong - there was some pressure as I may have eaten too fast or not chewed enough but things settled and we're good.   I have also discovered I feel really poopy if I don't eat lunch early enough.  I had back to back meetings today and by 12 noon my tummy was letting me know things weren't happy.

I have also discovered my tummy likes real protein and isn't thrilled with the liquid kind anymore.   That stuff use to fill me up no worries, now it's kinda passing through..(meaning I pee... really people where doesn't your brain go?!?)   According to the books I am supposed to be tired, after all I'm living on 4 ounces of real food a day and 3 protein shakes - oh yeah and 3 gallons of flavored water.  I don't go anywhere without a drink (and not the good kind)  in my hand, and working knowledge of all reasonably acceptable rest rooms within a 4 minute drive of my ultimate destination.   Oh yeah this is living.

I saved Bubba again by getting his Grandmother flowers delivered for her birthday - almost forgot.  Thankfully I have the local florist number and they were very accommodating.   I hope.  It's not they would call and say - Hey the nicest thing arrived for my birthday thank you so much...  that would seriously be too much to ask out of these people.   Instead I will nag my darling to husband to ensure he calls home to wish his 80-something Grand mother a happy birthday.   With any luck for me - he'll get his mother on the phone and we'll get some gossip.   Not holding my breath but you know... hope springs eternal.


Speaking of Bubba - again I need to befriend a psychologist to help me understand why my husband has such a stick up his butt when we get a phone call at night.   I'm sorry dear - people like me - they want to talk to me - just because you (like the rest of your anti-social family) tend to huddle into your own cave and never want to socialize - that ain't me pumpkin.   Get over your little cranky face and deal.... and you wonder why I blog.   Or maybe you don't.    Of course for you playing Bubba bingo of stupid at home - I am on the computer - he's watching crap on TV for the corner square can any one guess what Bubba asked me?!   Come on now - you know this one!   Time's up.    And allow me to again quote:  "What are you doing in there?"   Added to that the fact I am in the room that only houses the computer - he can hear me typing.   And the question is --- WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?   I'm plotting world domination by first taking out all the accountants and politicians to be followed by people who harm children and vegans.   What the heck do you think I'm doing in here?  And that's a maybe on the vegans - got to have someone eat all that tofu craploa - everyone else is toast.

Scary when I wander off isn't it?

Any who.... it's pushing 9 PM, I've been up since 4:45 AM, managed to work all day, get home, cook dinner and now it's time for down time, and bed.   Bubba is going to work on the 4th, I will be home enjoying the peace and quiet, then see where the day takes us.   Hopefully it's early to bed as I have to get up and go to work on Thursday .... me and 12 people.  Friday that number will be down to 3.   Traffic better be groovy too!  

Happy 4th of July - read your copy of the Declaration of Independence, salute your flag and thank a Vet or Service Person.   Freedom isn't free.

Back to ---- Work??!

OMG and holy cow - after two weeks of sitting around, reading and watching bad daytime TV - Aunt Ing must once again become part of the productive part of society.   I must arise from my bed before the birds, the worms and any rational thinking human, wash, dress and function - I say it again.   OMG.

My lunch is packed with stuff I have eaten without issue, the vitamins are also in there, protein shakes at the ready, bag packed, and placed with the purse in a location I will (well shouldn't miss) at the ungodly hour of 5:50 AM.

Now I am left with a wardrobe decision, and getting myself and the dogs back into the work routine.  Thankfully this is a short week as we have a holiday stuck in the middle.   I'll probably need the break.

Since Friday (knock wood)  I have been doing better food wise.   Slow and steady keeps the 'revisit' to a minimum, terrified of anything in the dairy family and of course I have a fridge full of yogurt.  I'll get Bubba to start eating some of this stuff.   We ate dinner at the dining room table tonight - life civilized people it was kinda nice.   That won't happen again until Wednesday probably.

All right, I'm going to bed early, so I  can try and get moving tomorrow morning.   Stay tuned first day back should be a hum dinger.