I am buried under the following:
1. snow
2. medical tests
3. chauffeuring.
4. walking until my hips hurt finding a place for my dog ,the diva, to poop already!!
I'll be back to regular programming when I can.
In the mean time here is a ditty to assist in your girl scout cookie selection.
I do agree with the first one, my favorite cookie, and a dry red wine. I'm not gonna argue. So go find yours!
You're welcome!
Friday, January 29, 2016
Monday, January 25, 2016
It's official. I'm moving south.
Day 1 Friday - plow went through over that mound of snow you see. Last time we've seen a damn plow. They stayed 10 ft from my curb. Idiots. So only 1 car at a time can go through.This is from my front door.
This is my car below.
2nd day - my handy work - side of home. I did the snowblowing for the block every 3 hrs.
It doesn't look too bad here - sure doesn't look as deep as it is.
my driveway
my alley where my garage and driveway are - this was day 1 of snow
This is so you can see how far from the curb they plowed. Poor guy who's car is parked out front. He may never get out.
I opened the back door from the garage because from my kitchen the door would not open. I climbed through the snow and it was up to my chest. It flipped me out and I have to admit I was scared. My neighbor was shoveling his side and asked if I was stuck. I was indeed stuck up to my chest. So he ran over and took over for me. He's 6'5 and he had an easier time. He's been terrific. He's only 40, helping a couple of old farts next door.
This is just another pass I made around the side of my block.
Now if just a snow plow would show up. When you have over 30 inches of snow and no snow plows you are house bound. The snow today is ice hard so shoveling is difficult. The snow blower wouldn't even go through this icy snow.
Friday, January 22, 2016
Thursday, January 21, 2016
Brrr......
If you watch TV you know that the DC area is in for 2 ft of snow.
If you read me often you know that the threat of snow makes these people panic.
It's cold today so schools are closed. Yesterday it was cold and there was a 2 hr delay.
Snow will begin Friday night or late afternoon. As of now, there is no snow. It's sunny and cold. No snow, nothing except panic in the streets.
They had a press conference this morning to announce this snow "emergency"
I know everyone in Canada, the northeast, the midwest are laughing their asses off.
This will cause schools to be closed for at least a week. Rochester, do you hear this nonsense?
Unfortunately for me, I have to take Rick to get an MRI at 3:30 Friday. That is when this should all start. We know that I can drive in snow and wind and rain and the sun. So we are not the issue. The panic in the streets here is the issue. They don't know how to plow or salt. You'd think this was a surprise.
They have winter every year, learn.
The orthopedic doctor believes Rick has a torn rotator cuff. He had a cortisone shot in his knee on Monday. He still can't bend it without a lot of pain. HIs heart issue is being addressed early Friday morning. This is my main concern. Can he even have the surgery for his arm/shoulder?
So do you think I'm having a fun week? Better than Rick that is for sure.
He can't work. He can't sleep. He can't drive. He sleeps in a recliner.
He turned 60 and fell apart.
Back in the old blog posts when I wrote about my rotator cuff surgery I told you how difficult it was to get dressed or shower. I begged him to help me put on a bra to go to physical therapy. I couldn't have those girls flopping about. No, I needed my bra on. He tried, oh how he struggled. I kept saying, it's hook and eye, you know how to do this.
He said, "I know how to take them off, not put them on." Oh, the struggle.
I hated that he had to dress me because to him it was fun fondling time. (don't get me started on the shower) There were a lot of giggles and struggles. When he tried to blow dry my hair he got the brush stuck and we had to cut some of my hair to get it out. When I asked for him to put some makeup on me so I could look and feel better when I went to PT, he made me look like a clown and poked me in the eye a couple of times. I had to have it removed. I wore a sling 6 inches from my body for 24/7 for 4 weeks. I couldn't use my right arm at all.
I reminded him of all of this so that he will understand what is coming for him. I told him last night that Karma is a bitch. He nervously laughed. For both of us, it's our right arm. We are both right handed. That begins the problem.
Last night he hobbled into the powder room and as he was closing the door I yelled what he would yell to me weeks before my surgery, "PRACTICE WITH YOUR LEFT HAND"
I heard him laugh hysterically. It wasn't that funny. He came out and said, "Oh this is gonna be bad, I am so not left handed."
I think the stress of everything that has befallen him has caught up to him. Last night he was laughing about a lot of this ordeal. It could also be the Percocets that he's been on for a few days now.
I feel badly for him. He is so macho and this has really brought him down. He thinks that he is the one to do all the heavy lifting so to speak. He doesn't like being helpless and this is as difficult for him as the pain. He is worried about the work, the blizzard and me doing everything. He watched me struggle with something yesterday and he was telling me not to do it. I told him I was fine. I accomplished it. I surprised myself too. I have been working longer hours, doing it all and honestly we've always been a 50-50 family. But it's my turn and we'll get through this. Doesn't mean I don't have my meltdown moments. I surely have.
But there is always another glass of wine.....
I feel like the pilot in the movie Airplane, "This is a bad time to stop thedrugs. wine!"
And if all this wasn't enough, my thyroid meds hit a wall. I was feeling off. I was feeling that thickness I get in my throat and I thought, well maybe I'm just over exhausted. The following morning I awoke to being so swollen it looked like someone put a bike tire pump on my toe and pumped away. My face was now round, not oval, my hands were so swollen I couldn't make a fist nor could you see my knuckles and this goes through my whole body so nothing fit. YIPEE.
My doctor changed my meds. We'll see. It normally takes 2weeks sometimes more for them to do their job.
When it rains it pours they say. I am looking forward to a drought very soon.
If you read me often you know that the threat of snow makes these people panic.
It's cold today so schools are closed. Yesterday it was cold and there was a 2 hr delay.
Snow will begin Friday night or late afternoon. As of now, there is no snow. It's sunny and cold. No snow, nothing except panic in the streets.
They had a press conference this morning to announce this snow "emergency"
I know everyone in Canada, the northeast, the midwest are laughing their asses off.
This will cause schools to be closed for at least a week. Rochester, do you hear this nonsense?
Unfortunately for me, I have to take Rick to get an MRI at 3:30 Friday. That is when this should all start. We know that I can drive in snow and wind and rain and the sun. So we are not the issue. The panic in the streets here is the issue. They don't know how to plow or salt. You'd think this was a surprise.
They have winter every year, learn.
The orthopedic doctor believes Rick has a torn rotator cuff. He had a cortisone shot in his knee on Monday. He still can't bend it without a lot of pain. HIs heart issue is being addressed early Friday morning. This is my main concern. Can he even have the surgery for his arm/shoulder?
So do you think I'm having a fun week? Better than Rick that is for sure.
He can't work. He can't sleep. He can't drive. He sleeps in a recliner.
He turned 60 and fell apart.
Back in the old blog posts when I wrote about my rotator cuff surgery I told you how difficult it was to get dressed or shower. I begged him to help me put on a bra to go to physical therapy. I couldn't have those girls flopping about. No, I needed my bra on. He tried, oh how he struggled. I kept saying, it's hook and eye, you know how to do this.
He said, "I know how to take them off, not put them on." Oh, the struggle.
I hated that he had to dress me because to him it was fun fondling time. (don't get me started on the shower) There were a lot of giggles and struggles. When he tried to blow dry my hair he got the brush stuck and we had to cut some of my hair to get it out. When I asked for him to put some makeup on me so I could look and feel better when I went to PT, he made me look like a clown and poked me in the eye a couple of times. I had to have it removed. I wore a sling 6 inches from my body for 24/7 for 4 weeks. I couldn't use my right arm at all.
I reminded him of all of this so that he will understand what is coming for him. I told him last night that Karma is a bitch. He nervously laughed. For both of us, it's our right arm. We are both right handed. That begins the problem.
Last night he hobbled into the powder room and as he was closing the door I yelled what he would yell to me weeks before my surgery, "PRACTICE WITH YOUR LEFT HAND"
I heard him laugh hysterically. It wasn't that funny. He came out and said, "Oh this is gonna be bad, I am so not left handed."
I think the stress of everything that has befallen him has caught up to him. Last night he was laughing about a lot of this ordeal. It could also be the Percocets that he's been on for a few days now.
I feel badly for him. He is so macho and this has really brought him down. He thinks that he is the one to do all the heavy lifting so to speak. He doesn't like being helpless and this is as difficult for him as the pain. He is worried about the work, the blizzard and me doing everything. He watched me struggle with something yesterday and he was telling me not to do it. I told him I was fine. I accomplished it. I surprised myself too. I have been working longer hours, doing it all and honestly we've always been a 50-50 family. But it's my turn and we'll get through this. Doesn't mean I don't have my meltdown moments. I surely have.
But there is always another glass of wine.....
I feel like the pilot in the movie Airplane, "This is a bad time to stop the
And if all this wasn't enough, my thyroid meds hit a wall. I was feeling off. I was feeling that thickness I get in my throat and I thought, well maybe I'm just over exhausted. The following morning I awoke to being so swollen it looked like someone put a bike tire pump on my toe and pumped away. My face was now round, not oval, my hands were so swollen I couldn't make a fist nor could you see my knuckles and this goes through my whole body so nothing fit. YIPEE.
My doctor changed my meds. We'll see. It normally takes 2weeks sometimes more for them to do their job.
When it rains it pours they say. I am looking forward to a drought very soon.
Tuesday, January 19, 2016
Oh So True.
My favorite from my Grandmother who would lay out all this food without asking me and I'd say, "Gram, I'm not hungry." Her response? "Oh honey, then just eat a sandwich."
Winter has Arrived.
It is very cold here. "They" are talking 2 ft of snow by this weekend.
Good thing I got a snow blower huh?
Of course all this means that the wussies around here have schools on a 2 hr delay?
Why? Will it warmer in 2 hrs? I think not. A woman said it gives the bus drivers time to warm up their buses for the kiddies. Oh please. Teachers and admins just like having a 2 hr delay, because it truly does nothing for the weather or warmth. I think they believe they are fooling us. Not working.
One woman on TV was saying it was difficult for her kid to stand at the bus stop in this cold.
There he was, the horses ass, in shorts. Gee maybe if you made him put on his big boy pants he'd be just fine. A coat over that sweatshirt might be a good idea too. It's called winter, we get it each and every damn year.
Honestly, people are just damn stupid and crazy!
In other news....
Rick had a cortizone shot in his knee yesterday. Yep, the medical nightmare we call Rick is still happening. He can't even bend his leg to get in the car. But as I always say he makes things worse for everyone around him. Even the dr. noticed this yesterday and made a joke about this at his expense. I high fived the doctor. Honestly, I would rather have his pain for him than deal with him in pain. He would kill himself if he were a woman. One cramp and he'd be down for the count.
I will leave you with one of my all time favorite bands. I was shocked to hear Glenn Fry had passed away. He was so young.
Good thing I got a snow blower huh?
Of course all this means that the wussies around here have schools on a 2 hr delay?
Why? Will it warmer in 2 hrs? I think not. A woman said it gives the bus drivers time to warm up their buses for the kiddies. Oh please. Teachers and admins just like having a 2 hr delay, because it truly does nothing for the weather or warmth. I think they believe they are fooling us. Not working.
One woman on TV was saying it was difficult for her kid to stand at the bus stop in this cold.
There he was, the horses ass, in shorts. Gee maybe if you made him put on his big boy pants he'd be just fine. A coat over that sweatshirt might be a good idea too. It's called winter, we get it each and every damn year.
Honestly, people are just damn stupid and crazy!
In other news....
Rick had a cortizone shot in his knee yesterday. Yep, the medical nightmare we call Rick is still happening. He can't even bend his leg to get in the car. But as I always say he makes things worse for everyone around him. Even the dr. noticed this yesterday and made a joke about this at his expense. I high fived the doctor. Honestly, I would rather have his pain for him than deal with him in pain. He would kill himself if he were a woman. One cramp and he'd be down for the count.
I will leave you with one of my all time favorite bands. I was shocked to hear Glenn Fry had passed away. He was so young.
Friday, January 15, 2016
Dogs Welcome
I saw this on my friend Bruce's FB page at a hotel he was checking into.
(yes, the man I wrote about yesterday)
I think it's pretty spot on don't you? I know Izzy sure liked it.
(yes, the man I wrote about yesterday)
I think it's pretty spot on don't you? I know Izzy sure liked it.
Thursday, January 14, 2016
Adele
My all time favorite boss was named Bruce. He was a delight to work for in every way.
He was transferred from Hong Kong to Manhattan via the UK.
Bruce is from Ireland and living back in the Belfast area today.
But back when I was working in NYC I was sitting in his office and we were discussing an issue with a client. Bruce said in a casual way a woman I worked with had died.
Or so I thought that was what he said.
I heard " Fong died"
I screeched, "She died? When did she die? I just spoke with her yesterday? Oh My God"
He said, "Who died?"
This began an exchange like Abbott and Costello, "Who's on First" routine.
I learned very quickly from this point on that I had a difficulty with his beautiful accent.
Oh, how we laughed about this later, even after we told Fong this story. Thankfully no one was dead but today, years later neither of us remember what he was telling me about her to begin with.
I used to tell Bruce that I needed subtitles under him while he spoke.
After several years of working in the U.S. and living in NJ for 2 yrs, he was easier to understand or he was losing the accent. Not sure which it was.
When he wanted to show you his American accent he would say, "How you doin'?" Like someone from the show The Soprano's. That would make us all laugh and tell him that he's been living in NJ too long because that is not an American accent.
video.
This all came back to me the other night when I saw this show below. I seriously couldn't understand most of what Adele was saying. Thankfully I put on my closed captions on my TV so I could understand their conversation.
I do wonder though why don't people have an accent when they sing?
He was transferred from Hong Kong to Manhattan via the UK.
Bruce is from Ireland and living back in the Belfast area today.
But back when I was working in NYC I was sitting in his office and we were discussing an issue with a client. Bruce said in a casual way a woman I worked with had died.
Or so I thought that was what he said.
I heard " Fong died"
I screeched, "She died? When did she die? I just spoke with her yesterday? Oh My God"
He said, "Who died?"
This began an exchange like Abbott and Costello, "Who's on First" routine.
I learned very quickly from this point on that I had a difficulty with his beautiful accent.
Oh, how we laughed about this later, even after we told Fong this story. Thankfully no one was dead but today, years later neither of us remember what he was telling me about her to begin with.
I used to tell Bruce that I needed subtitles under him while he spoke.
After several years of working in the U.S. and living in NJ for 2 yrs, he was easier to understand or he was losing the accent. Not sure which it was.
When he wanted to show you his American accent he would say, "How you doin'?" Like someone from the show The Soprano's. That would make us all laugh and tell him that he's been living in NJ too long because that is not an American accent.
video.
This all came back to me the other night when I saw this show below. I seriously couldn't understand most of what Adele was saying. Thankfully I put on my closed captions on my TV so I could understand their conversation.
I do wonder though why don't people have an accent when they sing?
Real?
I didn't win the lottery so here I sit at my desk. I've been on hold this morning for 45 minutes and got fed up and hung up. Insurance companies. I hate them. Winning would have allowed me not to give a shit.
Like everyone in America I wanted that Powerball winnings.
It's F-You money. I want F-you money.
Oh well, off to the salt mines.
I received an email from a man from USC. He is a Ph.D. student and they are doing research on the personal experiences people write about on the web/blog about their lives. My blog got his attention he claims. They wanted to ask questions to those who write a blog.
They wanted my opinions as well as ask me to take a survey. Then they will be collecting this data to refine, evaluate and analyze. He gave me his professors info and email as well as his own. He said if I had questions to call and gave me a number to call as well as his email.
While it all seemed legit, I just thought I'd call to see for certain and discuss with him.
I called and it was a number that was invalid. Hmm.....so, of course, negative nelly here figured this was like a prince in Africa who needed help getting his millions. So I responded to the email stating the number was invalid and my humorous thoughts on the Prince in Africa scenario.
He wrote back to me. He transposed the last 2 numbers. Oh, it's real. Even sent me to the school to do my due diligence as well as a you tube video. So I took the survey. It was interesting.
Rick said why would I assume it wasn't real? I showed it to him and he said, "But it looks real."
I'm sure the first sucker who tried to help that prince in Africa thought so too.
Like everyone in America I wanted that Powerball winnings.
It's F-You money. I want F-you money.
Oh well, off to the salt mines.
I received an email from a man from USC. He is a Ph.D. student and they are doing research on the personal experiences people write about on the web/blog about their lives. My blog got his attention he claims. They wanted to ask questions to those who write a blog.
They wanted my opinions as well as ask me to take a survey. Then they will be collecting this data to refine, evaluate and analyze. He gave me his professors info and email as well as his own. He said if I had questions to call and gave me a number to call as well as his email.
While it all seemed legit, I just thought I'd call to see for certain and discuss with him.
I called and it was a number that was invalid. Hmm.....so, of course, negative nelly here figured this was like a prince in Africa who needed help getting his millions. So I responded to the email stating the number was invalid and my humorous thoughts on the Prince in Africa scenario.
He wrote back to me. He transposed the last 2 numbers. Oh, it's real. Even sent me to the school to do my due diligence as well as a you tube video. So I took the survey. It was interesting.
Rick said why would I assume it wasn't real? I showed it to him and he said, "But it looks real."
I'm sure the first sucker who tried to help that prince in Africa thought so too.
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
New Windows
You know all that heart stop and restart stuff? Well, Rick didn't feel that was enough.
He got strep throat, a very high temp, and the flu. (thank you flu shot.)
Now if all that other stuff wasn't bad enough, I had to deal with this new cold.
Yes, I said "I" had to deal with that.
So big ole Cranky Husband was moaning and groaning and an all around royal pain in my ass.
CrankyBastard Husband couldn't swallow, it hurt. I know this because he whined incisively.
Oh my God. Apparently everything I made for him hurt.
He and Gary are working 7 days a week to finish this job out of town. But Friday, Saturday, and Sunday he couldn't work. Friday we went to the doctors. I drove, he moaned.
He got all kinds of drugs, supplements, drops and a huge bill. The doctor came out to discuss the protocol with me because as she said, "I don't think he would remember anything the shape he's in."
He laid in bed for 3 days. His cough syrup had codeine and would knock him out. I rather enjoyed the quiet time. But it didn't last forever. Izzy couldn't understand this and kept jumping on the bed to see him, lick his face and all around annoy him. I finally had to close the door to the bedroom. Izzy laid outside the door. She too whined. I was about to blow my brains out by Sunday.
Monday, while still not great, he ventured out of town to work. He spent the night down there as he and Gary do, Izzy was now very confused. At 5 pm she was sitting at the back door waiting for "her man" and I couldn't get her away from the door until 8p. Then as we went for a walk, she pulled me toward the back of our townhome to our driveway, looking for his van. Oh, it was a long night. At 3 am I heard her get up and go up to our 3rd floor looking for him again and then down to the first floor. She made her rounds of our home. Then she came back to my bedroom and found that I had now moved to his side of the bed. I had my arm hanging over as Rick does. She touched it and then went back to her bed. I can't imagine I fooled her, I don't smell like Rick. But she slept until 5:30 before we went through the ritual of looking for him everywhere including the behind the shower curtain.
Rick will be here for 2 nights beginning tonight. Gary is staying down there. Rick will return Thursday. This crazy ass job will be completed on Sunday. Thank Goodness!!
Add to all this fun I'm having with my home life, got a new computer to throw more shit at me .I have been working 7 days as well to try to get my work/computer life back. Not working out too well. I now have 2 computers sitting side by side on my desk. This new screen is the size of my old TV. Holy shit it's nice having something this large to view since I can't see close up. Love it. But so far, that is all I love. The daily stress of going from Windows XP to Windows 10 is not fun while trying to work. I managed to miss Windows 7 and 8 and boy this is so different. I need a class. I can't for the life of me keep working like this. It adds so much stress, slows me down considerably and makes me want to jump our the window. Pun intended.
I wish I knew of someone who would come to my home and sit with me and walk me through the things I need daily. I contacted the Microsoft store for a class but they told me it was just a quick over view. I need more than that. I can do an overview. I am having big issues with office. I even posted a request for this type of person to hire on our neighborhood website. But apparently no one who does this speaks English. I need someone I can understand and who can understand what I am saying.
It's lunchtime now and I started this at 7am. Yeah, I think I need to walk away and eat some grub. I hope you all are having a better week.
He got strep throat, a very high temp, and the flu. (thank you flu shot.)
Now if all that other stuff wasn't bad enough, I had to deal with this new cold.
Yes, I said "I" had to deal with that.
So big ole Cranky Husband was moaning and groaning and an all around royal pain in my ass.
Cranky
Oh my God. Apparently everything I made for him hurt.
He and Gary are working 7 days a week to finish this job out of town. But Friday, Saturday, and Sunday he couldn't work. Friday we went to the doctors. I drove, he moaned.
He got all kinds of drugs, supplements, drops and a huge bill. The doctor came out to discuss the protocol with me because as she said, "I don't think he would remember anything the shape he's in."
He laid in bed for 3 days. His cough syrup had codeine and would knock him out. I rather enjoyed the quiet time. But it didn't last forever. Izzy couldn't understand this and kept jumping on the bed to see him, lick his face and all around annoy him. I finally had to close the door to the bedroom. Izzy laid outside the door. She too whined. I was about to blow my brains out by Sunday.
Monday, while still not great, he ventured out of town to work. He spent the night down there as he and Gary do, Izzy was now very confused. At 5 pm she was sitting at the back door waiting for "her man" and I couldn't get her away from the door until 8p. Then as we went for a walk, she pulled me toward the back of our townhome to our driveway, looking for his van. Oh, it was a long night. At 3 am I heard her get up and go up to our 3rd floor looking for him again and then down to the first floor. She made her rounds of our home. Then she came back to my bedroom and found that I had now moved to his side of the bed. I had my arm hanging over as Rick does. She touched it and then went back to her bed. I can't imagine I fooled her, I don't smell like Rick. But she slept until 5:30 before we went through the ritual of looking for him everywhere including the behind the shower curtain.
Rick will be here for 2 nights beginning tonight. Gary is staying down there. Rick will return Thursday. This crazy ass job will be completed on Sunday. Thank Goodness!!
Add to all this fun I'm having with my home life, got a new computer to throw more shit at me .I have been working 7 days as well to try to get my work/computer life back. Not working out too well. I now have 2 computers sitting side by side on my desk. This new screen is the size of my old TV. Holy shit it's nice having something this large to view since I can't see close up. Love it. But so far, that is all I love. The daily stress of going from Windows XP to Windows 10 is not fun while trying to work. I managed to miss Windows 7 and 8 and boy this is so different. I need a class. I can't for the life of me keep working like this. It adds so much stress, slows me down considerably and makes me want to jump our the window. Pun intended.
I wish I knew of someone who would come to my home and sit with me and walk me through the things I need daily. I contacted the Microsoft store for a class but they told me it was just a quick over view. I need more than that. I can do an overview. I am having big issues with office. I even posted a request for this type of person to hire on our neighborhood website. But apparently no one who does this speaks English. I need someone I can understand and who can understand what I am saying.
It's lunchtime now and I started this at 7am. Yeah, I think I need to walk away and eat some grub. I hope you all are having a better week.
Thursday, January 7, 2016
Me
I heard this over the weekend and laughed as hubby said, "boy that sounds like something you would say"
Ah, but it was Lily Tomlin.
"All my life I wanted to be somebody....but now I realize I should have been more specific."
Ah, but it was Lily Tomlin.
"All my life I wanted to be somebody....but now I realize I should have been more specific."
Monday, January 4, 2016
2016
Happy New Year!
It's so difficult to come back to work after all this time off.
It sure was nice, though. And like everyone else in America, it's diet time.
Get off all the liquor pounds for me. Wine, champagne, all to my belly!
Allow me to begin with Saturday, December 26th.
Rick bought me tickets to a concert that he could have cared less about.
You see I grew up with this band. They are regional so I get why he knew only 3 songs of theirs. It was so nice of him to buy these knowing it wasn't his thing.
It was held at the Birchmere which is such a great place to see a band or singer.
Tables and food and booze while you sit back and enjoy a show.
Unfortunately, it's first come first serve. So you get to the box office and you receive a number.
You go to the bar until they call your number. Bummer. ...tee hee
When we were called we were then escorted to the big venue and we could pick a seat.
We got a great table with a mom, dad, and their son. We were pretty darn close and could even see the bands wrinkles.
We both had a good laugh that when we normally do things like this we are the oldest living things at the concert. But this event brought families out and people our age.
We found it interesting that so many 20-early 30 somethings were there with their folks.
Perhaps because they had to listen to this when they were growing up or because they were in town visiting family for the holiday. Either way, it was interesting.
The show was great. We got a bottle of wine and drank and sang and stood up/danced. All just a damn good time.
It's funny but we old folks don't enjoy going out much anymore. Rick was sitting in his chair while I was getting my face on before the show. I came downstairs and looked at him. I said to him, "you feel like going about as much as I do don't you?" He said, "I'm sorry. But we're going."
Then when we got there we had a ball. On the way home he said, "We need to do more of that."
It made me laugh. Once we get our old fart butts out the door we always have a great time.
It's getting us out being the issue. New Years resolution is to do this more.
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You all know that I lived in the Pacific Northwest for 2 1/2 years. It was the longest 2 years of my life. One thing we always said about this place was the number of pedophiles and redneck terrorists. We found it shocking. They were so damn politically correct about everything that you couldn't say a friggin' word. But sex crimes were rampant. Especially with children, it was so sick. And of course, the huge presence of the anti-social white redneck militia was there big time. So it is no surprise to me what is going on in Oregon. They need to take a toke since it's legal there and relax a little.
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I like champagne, but like my wine, I am particular. My husband has always said he didn't like champagne. So while at Costco the other day I say this bottle that was 1/2 the price at a liquor store, so I bought it. I knew we had some Orange, mango, peach juice and thought for breakfast on the morning of our anniversary this would be a great addition to breakfast. I poured myself one and Rick said, "Oh I'll do one." Well after we finished the bottle he proclaimed he liked champagne. I had to laugh. So on the January 2nd, he buys another bottle of champagne. He makes me laugh this man.
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Rick's A-fib is better but not gone. On the 22nd of this month, he goes back to the cardiologist.
If things are not better he has to have his heart "restarted" Now that sounds like a lot of fun doesn't it? Apparently they will sedate him and then use the paddles I believe.
I'm not 100% positive but it sounds awful to me no matter how it's done and I find it incredibly scary.
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Lastly, I am leaving you with a new saying I heard this weekend by Lily Tomlin.
I laughed when I heard this. When Rick heard it he said, "boy that sounds like you babe"
"I always wanted to be something, I should have been more specific"
Here's to a healthy 2016!
It's so difficult to come back to work after all this time off.
It sure was nice, though. And like everyone else in America, it's diet time.
Get off all the liquor pounds for me. Wine, champagne, all to my belly!
Allow me to begin with Saturday, December 26th.
Rick bought me tickets to a concert that he could have cared less about.
You see I grew up with this band. They are regional so I get why he knew only 3 songs of theirs. It was so nice of him to buy these knowing it wasn't his thing.
It was held at the Birchmere which is such a great place to see a band or singer.
Tables and food and booze while you sit back and enjoy a show.
Unfortunately, it's first come first serve. So you get to the box office and you receive a number.
You go to the bar until they call your number. Bummer. ...tee hee
When we were called we were then escorted to the big venue and we could pick a seat.
We got a great table with a mom, dad, and their son. We were pretty darn close and could even see the bands wrinkles.
We both had a good laugh that when we normally do things like this we are the oldest living things at the concert. But this event brought families out and people our age.
We found it interesting that so many 20-early 30 somethings were there with their folks.
Perhaps because they had to listen to this when they were growing up or because they were in town visiting family for the holiday. Either way, it was interesting.
The show was great. We got a bottle of wine and drank and sang and stood up/danced. All just a damn good time.
It's funny but we old folks don't enjoy going out much anymore. Rick was sitting in his chair while I was getting my face on before the show. I came downstairs and looked at him. I said to him, "you feel like going about as much as I do don't you?" He said, "I'm sorry. But we're going."
Then when we got there we had a ball. On the way home he said, "We need to do more of that."
It made me laugh. Once we get our old fart butts out the door we always have a great time.
It's getting us out being the issue. New Years resolution is to do this more.
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You all know that I lived in the Pacific Northwest for 2 1/2 years. It was the longest 2 years of my life. One thing we always said about this place was the number of pedophiles and redneck terrorists. We found it shocking. They were so damn politically correct about everything that you couldn't say a friggin' word. But sex crimes were rampant. Especially with children, it was so sick. And of course, the huge presence of the anti-social white redneck militia was there big time. So it is no surprise to me what is going on in Oregon. They need to take a toke since it's legal there and relax a little.
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I like champagne, but like my wine, I am particular. My husband has always said he didn't like champagne. So while at Costco the other day I say this bottle that was 1/2 the price at a liquor store, so I bought it. I knew we had some Orange, mango, peach juice and thought for breakfast on the morning of our anniversary this would be a great addition to breakfast. I poured myself one and Rick said, "Oh I'll do one." Well after we finished the bottle he proclaimed he liked champagne. I had to laugh. So on the January 2nd, he buys another bottle of champagne. He makes me laugh this man.
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Rick's A-fib is better but not gone. On the 22nd of this month, he goes back to the cardiologist.
If things are not better he has to have his heart "restarted" Now that sounds like a lot of fun doesn't it? Apparently they will sedate him and then use the paddles I believe.
I'm not 100% positive but it sounds awful to me no matter how it's done and I find it incredibly scary.
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Lastly, I am leaving you with a new saying I heard this weekend by Lily Tomlin.
I laughed when I heard this. When Rick heard it he said, "boy that sounds like you babe"
"I always wanted to be something, I should have been more specific"
Here's to a healthy 2016!
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Since I've been gone
While I've been gone a few things have happened.
**We had a 70 degree Christmas. Weird!
The middle of the country was under water
And finally, there was some snow in the Northeast....way northeast.
**Bill Cosby was arraigned today on a felony assault charge stemming from a sexual encounter with a woman 12 years ago. Of course, he was freed on $1 million bail which is probably chump change for the chump.
A woman who happens to be gay who said he couldn't understand her rejecting his advances so she was drugged and raped.
A woman who is strong enough to fight this. Good for her!!
**Rick has been dealing with medical issues for a few weeks.
.Okay, here is what we learned after a cardiologist, an internist, an ER visit and a pulmonary specialist.
**We had a 70 degree Christmas. Weird!
The middle of the country was under water
And finally, there was some snow in the Northeast....way northeast.
**Bill Cosby was arraigned today on a felony assault charge stemming from a sexual encounter with a woman 12 years ago. Of course, he was freed on $1 million bail which is probably chump change for the chump.
A woman who happens to be gay who said he couldn't understand her rejecting his advances so she was drugged and raped.
A woman who is strong enough to fight this. Good for her!!
**Rick has been dealing with medical issues for a few weeks.
.Okay, here is what we learned after a cardiologist, an internist, an ER visit and a pulmonary specialist.
With the exception of the ER, these are all Rick’s normal doctors for his heart, asthma (lungs) and all around MD.
All were very worried about him and his wife couldn’t sleep. I, of course, feared the worse.
His employee was saying novenas. God love Gary!
His regular doctor got the info from his ER visit and she called us on a Sunday night because she was so concerned. She wanted him to go back to his cardiologist. STAT as she said to him. If he had any problem getting in immediately to call her and she'd get it done for him.
Now while all of that is super nice. It also scared the shit out of me. A Dr. doesn't normally call you on a Sunday evening for just a cold. I knew he was scared too but not admitting it. Putting on his manly macho face for me. But it was a heavy household the last few weeks of this.
A few weeks ago when this all started he got a cold, then polished and sanded a woman’s Corian kitchen countertops. This proved to be a bad combo.
He got that damn acrylic/plastic (which Corian is a plastic/acrylic) in his lungs because he was too lazy to go get his mask in the truck and put the damn thing on!
That irritated the lining of his lungs big time! Not good for a man with lifelong lung issues and asthma. That irritation caused his asthma to become severe, his lungs lining was irritated and inflamed and all of this blocked his airflow.
That blocked airflow caused an A-fib with his heart.
Now we didn't know this at the time. Rick himself thought he had a cold but that the sanding did get into his lungs and he just figured it just added to his "cold and cough" HA! little did we know.
He was in the ER a couple of weeks ago hoping to get something to allow him to sleep and stop coughing. They wanted to admit him. He refused. They thought he'd die if he didn't stay. Stubborn old coot refused, he told them he came in for something for his cough and after IV"s and 4 hrs there they finally let him go but not without talking to his cardiologist. They talked to his cardiologist and he was released.
He then went to the cardiologist. Medication was given and he was to be monitored but felt the cold, cough and lung issue was the cause of the A-fib.
Rick was having a difficult time working. Normally he carries large equipment up and down stairs all day and now he couldn't. Even he was a bit scared. So we made an appointment to see his pulmonary doctor. His daughter was convinced this was a pulmonary embolism because of his symptoms. After I looked that up I realized it was certainly textbook pulmonary embolism. I was now scared out of my mind. So I called his pulmonary doctor and got him in yesterday.
Thankfully yesterday he was cleared of cancer, a pulmonary embolism, and pneumonia.
Yesterday after being tested by his favorite pulmonary Dr he had only 45% airflow before the new medication.
Hence, why he was out of breath from a simple walk with the dog and me or 1 flight of stairs.
He was given a years supply of a drug that is very, very expensive and the doctor had a coupon for 1 year that will expire on Friday so thank God he got it.
Then after a year, he can go to a drug that costs less money and less in strength.
Similar to an Advair or something. Whew.
The Dr. told him after 2-3 days of this new med (steroid spray) he should be feeling good.
Thankfully he has a few more days off work to deal with the healing.
So now that I know he is not dying, I am going to beat the shit out of him about these damn masks. He has masks and normally when refinishing he wears a respirator. So it's not like he doesn't have the tools he needs. Honestly!
He called to tell me everything when he was leaving the doctors and said, “don’t yell, the doctor already did.”
I love his pulmonary Dr. she’s a short feisty NY Jewish girl of about 43 who is right out of a movie. Very stereotypical and a real hoot. Smart as a whip! Cute too.
We both really like her.
We both really like her.
I can really see her yelling at him so that was good.
He said she hit him in the arm twice for that.
He said she hit him in the arm twice for that.
He deserved it if you ask me.
Tomorrow is our anniversary so we will be celebrating Rick's health and the fact that he is still alive so I can bust his balls for many more years to come!
Happy New Year!
Monday, December 21, 2015
The Weather Outside is Delightful ... :-)
I need to be in a million places at one time this week.
But the great news around these parts is that on Christmas Eve it will be 74 degrees.
I am diggin' that.
Told you all this would happen after we bought a snow blower.
Here is my present to you this holiday season.
I'm sharing my eggnog recipe that kicks ass and is damn yummy.
Actually, it's not my recipe....I got it from Paula Deen years ago.
I have a neighbor across the street from me who asks for it every year.
The first time offered, she turned up her nose.
Then she drank multiple glasses!
The next year she came over with her grown son who was in town and they both downed a "few" glasses.
This year she wants to bring it to a family gathering on Christmas Eve.
I am happy to oblige.
So here ya go. I'll be back next week.
Eggnog
But the great news around these parts is that on Christmas Eve it will be 74 degrees.
I am diggin' that.
Told you all this would happen after we bought a snow blower.
Here is my present to you this holiday season.
I'm sharing my eggnog recipe that kicks ass and is damn yummy.
Actually, it's not my recipe....I got it from Paula Deen years ago.
I have a neighbor across the street from me who asks for it every year.
The first time offered, she turned up her nose.
Then she drank multiple glasses!
The next year she came over with her grown son who was in town and they both downed a "few" glasses.
This year she wants to bring it to a family gathering on Christmas Eve.
I am happy to oblige.
So here ya go. I'll be back next week.
Eggnog
6 egg, separated*
3/4 cup sugar
1 pint heavy cream
4 pints milk
1/2 pint Bourbon
1 tablespoon vanilla
Nutmeg
3/4 cup sugar
1 pint heavy cream
4 pints milk
1/2 pint Bourbon
1 tablespoon vanilla
Nutmeg
In a bowl beat the egg yolks with the 1/2 cup of sugar until thick. In another bowl beat the egg whites with 1/4 cup of sugar until thick. In a third bowl beat the cream until thick. Add the cream to the yolks, fold in the egg whites, and add the milk, Bourbon, vanilla, and a pinch of nutmeg, if desired. Chill in freezer before serving.
Serve eggnog in a large punch bowl and grate nutmeg over the top.
Serve eggnog in a large punch bowl and grate nutmeg over the top.
To all who celebrate this holiday.....
Merry Christmas to you all.
Friday, December 18, 2015
Voice Winner
I watch The Voice. It goes on entirely too long.
It could be cut in half and work just fine.
So I skipped a lot of it this year.
If you were watching, do you think there is something wrong with the winner?
They keep talking about his "issues"
What issues are they talking about?
Is it that he sings like a girl and sort of looks like a boy?
Is it that he is overweight?
Is it that he has a blank stare like no one is home?
Is he autistic?
They always talk about how proud they are of him for overcoming his issues. In fact, they talk about it so much Rick said he was making it a drinking game. How many times do you think Adam or a judge will say, "issues" he has overcome tonight, Rick would ask.
But of course, they never talk about what those may be.
He is strange but mostly creepy to me.
Like something is going on behind that blank stare that scares me. Even when he was being complemented he just would stare and not even smile. eewww! But he can certainly sing.
Kind of on the same page as the woman who won Britain's Got Talent, Susan Boyle.
Something just felt to me that it wasn't quite right and since every damn week they talk about his "issues" as though it is a big deal I wanted to know what I missed. I never knew what they were. Anyone? Did they ever mention them?
It could be cut in half and work just fine.
So I skipped a lot of it this year.
If you were watching, do you think there is something wrong with the winner?
They keep talking about his "issues"
What issues are they talking about?
Is it that he sings like a girl and sort of looks like a boy?
Is it that he is overweight?
Is it that he has a blank stare like no one is home?
Is he autistic?
They always talk about how proud they are of him for overcoming his issues. In fact, they talk about it so much Rick said he was making it a drinking game. How many times do you think Adam or a judge will say, "issues" he has overcome tonight, Rick would ask.
But of course, they never talk about what those may be.
He is strange but mostly creepy to me.
Like something is going on behind that blank stare that scares me. Even when he was being complemented he just would stare and not even smile. eewww! But he can certainly sing.
Kind of on the same page as the woman who won Britain's Got Talent, Susan Boyle.
Something just felt to me that it wasn't quite right and since every damn week they talk about his "issues" as though it is a big deal I wanted to know what I missed. I never knew what they were. Anyone? Did they ever mention them?
Thursday, December 17, 2015
Stolen Post
I am crazy busy right now and getting a cold. I feel like crap.
Merry Christmas Peg, here is a sore throat, bad cough and congestion for you.
Because of all that I'm being lazy and I stole this from Bilbo
Three Names I Go By:
1. Margaret
2. Peggy
3. Peg
Three Places I've Lived: (list only 3?)
1. Seattle, WA
2. Cleveland, Ohio
3. Erie PA
Three Places I've Worked:
1. Piedmont Airlines
2. Galileo (travel industry software)
3. Amadeus (travel industry software)
Three Things I Love to Watch:
1. The Affair (Showtime)
2. HGTV
3. My husband doing any type of housework.
Three Places I Have Been:
1. All but 6 states
2. My favorite - Canada! (partial to Toronto!)
3. All over the Carribean many times over.
Three Things I Love to Eat:
1. Great Chocolate Truffles
2. Frozen Green Grapes
3. Peppermint Patties
Three Things I wish I could eat: (I dream of)
1. Gnocchi
2. Pizzelles
3. Italian Bread
Three Things I'm Looking Forward To:
1. Retirement
2. Winning a large Lottery
3. Summer
Merry Christmas Peg, here is a sore throat, bad cough and congestion for you.
Because of all that I'm being lazy and I stole this from Bilbo
Three Names I Go By:
1. Margaret
2. Peggy
3. Peg
Three Places I've Lived: (list only 3?)
1. Seattle, WA
2. Cleveland, Ohio
3. Erie PA
Three Places I've Worked:
1. Piedmont Airlines
2. Galileo (travel industry software)
3. Amadeus (travel industry software)
Three Things I Love to Watch:
1. The Affair (Showtime)
2. HGTV
3. My husband doing any type of housework.
Three Places I Have Been:
1. All but 6 states
2. My favorite - Canada! (partial to Toronto!)
3. All over the Carribean many times over.
Three Things I Love to Eat:
1. Great Chocolate Truffles
2. Frozen Green Grapes
3. Peppermint Patties
Three Things I wish I could eat: (I dream of)
1. Gnocchi
2. Pizzelles
3. Italian Bread
Three Things I'm Looking Forward To:
1. Retirement
2. Winning a large Lottery
3. Summer
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Pizza
I debated whether or not I should share this.
Rick told me to just go for it.
This happened last Friday night.
I can't get this young woman out of my mind.
After work I went to the grocery store. Rick asked that I pick up a pizza from Little Caesars for him on my way home. I told him I would.
I walked in and there were a slew of people waiting. I was in no mood to sit there but I knew how much Rick wanted this pizza so I put in my order and sat my fat ass down.
All of a sudden everyone left the store with their pizza and it was just me waiting on mine.
A pregnant young woman came in and ordered hers. She looked exhausted. I think she had to be 9 months pregnant. She swiped her debit card for $5 and it was declined. I heard her say, "let me get another card" This one wasn't declined, but they were getting an odd message on the machine. This went on for a long time.
So he moved to the machine to his left that was right in front of me. She swiped it again and I heard him say something and I saw her look into her purse and look up at this man. Neither said anything. They just stared for a minute at one another. It was an odd exchange.
She didn't have a lousy $5 for her pizza.
I jumped up and whispered so only she could hear me,"I'd like to get this for you. Merry Christmas".
As I was putting my card in the machine, she slapped my hand and said NO. She began to cry and ran out of the store. I'm pissed at myself because I suppose I shouldn't have done that. But there were days where I would have appreciated that. I was just trying to help, not make her feel badly.
I have been in that position where $5 is more than you have. I guess she was embarrassed, but she shouldn't be. We've all been there. I wish she had allowed me to buy that for her. I can't get the pained look on her face out of my mind. I keep thinking I made her feel worse than she already felt. That is what is upsetting me. Hmm, hormonal and broke. Not a fun place to be.
Rick told me to just go for it.
This happened last Friday night.
I can't get this young woman out of my mind.
After work I went to the grocery store. Rick asked that I pick up a pizza from Little Caesars for him on my way home. I told him I would.
I walked in and there were a slew of people waiting. I was in no mood to sit there but I knew how much Rick wanted this pizza so I put in my order and sat my fat ass down.
All of a sudden everyone left the store with their pizza and it was just me waiting on mine.
A pregnant young woman came in and ordered hers. She looked exhausted. I think she had to be 9 months pregnant. She swiped her debit card for $5 and it was declined. I heard her say, "let me get another card" This one wasn't declined, but they were getting an odd message on the machine. This went on for a long time.
So he moved to the machine to his left that was right in front of me. She swiped it again and I heard him say something and I saw her look into her purse and look up at this man. Neither said anything. They just stared for a minute at one another. It was an odd exchange.
She didn't have a lousy $5 for her pizza.
I jumped up and whispered so only she could hear me,"I'd like to get this for you. Merry Christmas".
As I was putting my card in the machine, she slapped my hand and said NO. She began to cry and ran out of the store. I'm pissed at myself because I suppose I shouldn't have done that. But there were days where I would have appreciated that. I was just trying to help, not make her feel badly.
I have been in that position where $5 is more than you have. I guess she was embarrassed, but she shouldn't be. We've all been there. I wish she had allowed me to buy that for her. I can't get the pained look on her face out of my mind. I keep thinking I made her feel worse than she already felt. That is what is upsetting me. Hmm, hormonal and broke. Not a fun place to be.
Red
Rick doesn't do a lot of tubs anymore. Between countertop fabrication and other larger type jobs, he leaves tubs to Gary.
But he did one today because he had to use special products that Gary was unfamiliar with and he didn't want Gary to learn on the job for this woman. This chemical company that they don't normally use was the only way to get red for the tub so Rick thought he'd have an easy day and do this one. He has some issues due to the color but it wasn't a bad day for him work wise.
When she made the appointment she told me she was picky.
If they tell you that, it usually means they are not just picky, they are MORE than picky.
I would be picky. And we were right. But she was so nice and she has the right to be pleased with the job since she is paying. So as long as someone is nice we are so okay with picky but she did make Rick laugh he told me.
She walked into the bathroom with a magnifying glass that was enormous, like sherlock holmes, and a big ole construction light that was bigger than her body.
It made Rick laugh. And when he laughed, she said, "Oh I don't want to miss a thing."
Rick agreed with her and smiled. After her very thorough inspection, she patted his back and told him he did a damn fine job. That too made him laugh. As he was leaving she gave him some brownies and a dozen fresh eggs. (They had chickens.)
He was very happy she was pleased.
Now I would never in a million years make my bathtub a color other than white. Red and Black we seem to do a lot of in the last two years. I find those colors to show every drop of water and soap film. Like this woman, I am too picky. Or maybe lazy. I would see those water spots and soap film and have to wash it every damn day and dry it so you don't see the water spots. I don't have time for that nonsense. My white tub allows me to go all week without washing it. (that is what Saturdays are for!)
I prefer that. Then again, I don't take baths, just showers but still.
Here is her red tub. Yes, that is a rubber glove on the faucet.
It's on there because no water can accidently drip into that red tub for 24 hrs.
Would you make your tub a color?
But he did one today because he had to use special products that Gary was unfamiliar with and he didn't want Gary to learn on the job for this woman. This chemical company that they don't normally use was the only way to get red for the tub so Rick thought he'd have an easy day and do this one. He has some issues due to the color but it wasn't a bad day for him work wise.
When she made the appointment she told me she was picky.
If they tell you that, it usually means they are not just picky, they are MORE than picky.
I would be picky. And we were right. But she was so nice and she has the right to be pleased with the job since she is paying. So as long as someone is nice we are so okay with picky but she did make Rick laugh he told me.
She walked into the bathroom with a magnifying glass that was enormous, like sherlock holmes, and a big ole construction light that was bigger than her body.
It made Rick laugh. And when he laughed, she said, "Oh I don't want to miss a thing."
Rick agreed with her and smiled. After her very thorough inspection, she patted his back and told him he did a damn fine job. That too made him laugh. As he was leaving she gave him some brownies and a dozen fresh eggs. (They had chickens.)
He was very happy she was pleased.
Now I would never in a million years make my bathtub a color other than white. Red and Black we seem to do a lot of in the last two years. I find those colors to show every drop of water and soap film. Like this woman, I am too picky. Or maybe lazy. I would see those water spots and soap film and have to wash it every damn day and dry it so you don't see the water spots. I don't have time for that nonsense. My white tub allows me to go all week without washing it. (that is what Saturdays are for!)
I prefer that. Then again, I don't take baths, just showers but still.
Here is her red tub. Yes, that is a rubber glove on the faucet.
It's on there because no water can accidently drip into that red tub for 24 hrs.
Would you make your tub a color?
Monday, December 14, 2015
Are We Really That Ill?
We have begun a new game in our home of late.
We count all the commercials that are pharmaceuticals.
Rick started the clock at 15 past the hour. By 30 minutes past the hour, we had counted 8 commercials for drugs. 8 in 15 minutes. That is crazy! If someone hadn't knocked on our door and interrupted us we were determined to do this for an hour.
Are we really such a sick nation that we need drugs pushed on us like this?
In these 8 commercials, only 1 was for Cialis. Boy, it sure seems like more when we watch TV, but then it was only for 15 minutes. I'm sure they would have had another few if we continued.
The rest of the evening we were watching Showtime and HBO so there are no commercials, thankfully. If we watch network TV we are going to try this for an hour. How many do you think we'll count?
I find this a frightening and sad trend.
We count all the commercials that are pharmaceuticals.
Rick started the clock at 15 past the hour. By 30 minutes past the hour, we had counted 8 commercials for drugs. 8 in 15 minutes. That is crazy! If someone hadn't knocked on our door and interrupted us we were determined to do this for an hour.
Are we really such a sick nation that we need drugs pushed on us like this?
In these 8 commercials, only 1 was for Cialis. Boy, it sure seems like more when we watch TV, but then it was only for 15 minutes. I'm sure they would have had another few if we continued.
The rest of the evening we were watching Showtime and HBO so there are no commercials, thankfully. If we watch network TV we are going to try this for an hour. How many do you think we'll count?
I find this a frightening and sad trend.
Friday, December 11, 2015
Friday Rundown
I have never taken a selfie. I know I hear ya'll laughing at me.
I just don't see the point.
I don't particularly like how I look so I can't see taking a photo of myself.
What do people do with them? Just look at their photos of themselves all the time?
I don't get it, but that is probably because I'm an old fart I suppose.
My niece has always bugged me about my "lack of photos on facebook" or that I don't do selfies. I have always just laugh it off.
Then last night a friend who I haven't seen in 2 years who lives in California called.
We were discussing hair color. She and I love to change our hair colors.
I told her what color it was TODAY and she said to send her a selfie.
I laughed and said, "I don't do selfies."
Well let me tell you, she busted my balls on the entire call about this.
So I tried. Good grief I look like I'm going to prison.
I was focusing so hard on doing this that I actually forgot to smile.
I was sitting in the car with Rick and he was laughing at me.
Honestly, I look ridiculous and I sure as hell felt ridiculous!
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We are coming into the slow down period of our business.
It happens every year about this time yet I still panic each year.
I am hoping that our lead tech will take this time with his family and lose his baby brain.
Rick had to have that come to Jesus meeting with him.
He put on his HR hat and had that talk.
He said he was ready to come back to work, but his work is suffering.
His child is just shy of 3 mo. old and this shit is not settling down.
We've had to have Rick go to job sites and fix his work and a plethora of other things.
When he didn't want to overnight at this job they have been working on, Rick flipped his lid.
You see each building of this complex we are working on each bathroom until all buildings are completed. That is normally 12 bathrooms per building.
Once all the other sub contractors are done we go in. Because it is 2 hrs away without traffic they overnight a couple of days so they can be on the job site at 7a with no problems. They must be on the jobsite at 7am and they must leave at 3pm so to get the work done they can't be late due to sitting on I-95.
Suddenly "Baby Daddy," said he can't go. When we asked why he said he really didn't want to be away from his child overnight.
Now honestly, I thought Rick's head was about to explode. So I made him calm down and speak to him after he cooled off. Over that weekend I told Rick to wear his HR hat as he did in the old days at his corporate job. Don't tell him to get his head out of his ass, but do it the proper way. Rick needed to calm down so by Monday he would be calm and professional.
Baby Daddy had time off when he was born. He begged to come back early but we had him continue to stay at home for the rest of that final week. He was paid so we told him to enjoy this time at home. He said he was so ready to be back to work. Yet, now he can't focus, is messing up, is sleep deprived etc.
Now before all you people scream at me that he can't help being sleep deprived this is what he and the Baby Mama told me. The baby is sleeping, but he gets up on the hour if not more often to check him, he wants to be sure the baby is breathing. most times he just sits in his room watching him. He hardly sleeps and if he does sleep he dozes off in a chair in the babys room. They both were honest and told us that and while appreciated it only made Rick a bit more angry.
He actually told Rick that Baby Mama is telling him the same thing.
Well actually she said, "Get your head out of your ass"
We did not tell him that. We just thought that.
She told him to go overnight she was fine. (this is her 2nd kid, this is old hat to her)
She is not even working blogger people. This is all so stupid to me after 3 months.
Seriously does he not know that if he doesn't straighten up then he won't have a job or health insurance to take care of this baby? I have never seen anything so crazy in my life. Women don't act this stupid.(at least that I have ever seen) Needless to say, he overnights or he doesn't work it is his choice. Not like we don't have phones if there is an emergency. Not like baby mama cares or is not there with him 24/7. It's all so confusing to me. We'll see. Blogger men did you do this with your job after your baby was born. And at 3 months old?
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The weather outside is delightful !!
I told you that it'd be a great winter because we bought a snow blower. I do now believe this was a good investment just for this delightful weather. 60's all week and next week too.
I can get behind this kind of December.
Happy Weekend.
I just don't see the point.
I don't particularly like how I look so I can't see taking a photo of myself.
What do people do with them? Just look at their photos of themselves all the time?
I don't get it, but that is probably because I'm an old fart I suppose.
My niece has always bugged me about my "lack of photos on facebook" or that I don't do selfies. I have always just laugh it off.
Then last night a friend who I haven't seen in 2 years who lives in California called.
We were discussing hair color. She and I love to change our hair colors.
I told her what color it was TODAY and she said to send her a selfie.
I laughed and said, "I don't do selfies."
Well let me tell you, she busted my balls on the entire call about this.
So I tried. Good grief I look like I'm going to prison.
I was focusing so hard on doing this that I actually forgot to smile.
I was sitting in the car with Rick and he was laughing at me.
Honestly, I look ridiculous and I sure as hell felt ridiculous!
We are coming into the slow down period of our business.
It happens every year about this time yet I still panic each year.
I am hoping that our lead tech will take this time with his family and lose his baby brain.
Rick had to have that come to Jesus meeting with him.
He put on his HR hat and had that talk.
He said he was ready to come back to work, but his work is suffering.
His child is just shy of 3 mo. old and this shit is not settling down.
We've had to have Rick go to job sites and fix his work and a plethora of other things.
When he didn't want to overnight at this job they have been working on, Rick flipped his lid.
You see each building of this complex we are working on each bathroom until all buildings are completed. That is normally 12 bathrooms per building.
Once all the other sub contractors are done we go in. Because it is 2 hrs away without traffic they overnight a couple of days so they can be on the job site at 7a with no problems. They must be on the jobsite at 7am and they must leave at 3pm so to get the work done they can't be late due to sitting on I-95.
Suddenly "Baby Daddy," said he can't go. When we asked why he said he really didn't want to be away from his child overnight.
Now honestly, I thought Rick's head was about to explode. So I made him calm down and speak to him after he cooled off. Over that weekend I told Rick to wear his HR hat as he did in the old days at his corporate job. Don't tell him to get his head out of his ass, but do it the proper way. Rick needed to calm down so by Monday he would be calm and professional.
Baby Daddy had time off when he was born. He begged to come back early but we had him continue to stay at home for the rest of that final week. He was paid so we told him to enjoy this time at home. He said he was so ready to be back to work. Yet, now he can't focus, is messing up, is sleep deprived etc.
Now before all you people scream at me that he can't help being sleep deprived this is what he and the Baby Mama told me. The baby is sleeping, but he gets up on the hour if not more often to check him, he wants to be sure the baby is breathing. most times he just sits in his room watching him. He hardly sleeps and if he does sleep he dozes off in a chair in the babys room. They both were honest and told us that and while appreciated it only made Rick a bit more angry.
He actually told Rick that Baby Mama is telling him the same thing.
Well actually she said, "Get your head out of your ass"
We did not tell him that. We just thought that.
She told him to go overnight she was fine. (this is her 2nd kid, this is old hat to her)
She is not even working blogger people. This is all so stupid to me after 3 months.
Seriously does he not know that if he doesn't straighten up then he won't have a job or health insurance to take care of this baby? I have never seen anything so crazy in my life. Women don't act this stupid.(at least that I have ever seen) Needless to say, he overnights or he doesn't work it is his choice. Not like we don't have phones if there is an emergency. Not like baby mama cares or is not there with him 24/7. It's all so confusing to me. We'll see. Blogger men did you do this with your job after your baby was born. And at 3 months old?
______________________________
The weather outside is delightful !!
I told you that it'd be a great winter because we bought a snow blower. I do now believe this was a good investment just for this delightful weather. 60's all week and next week too.
I can get behind this kind of December.
Happy Weekend.
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