Need to blow off some steam....
Okay I have never blogged before but this seems a good place and day as ever to start-Maybe I'll feel a tad better if I can P&M to someone or no one in particular or just to myself.
So Sunday day to kick back, sleep in, read paper and drink coffee. Was gonna run some errands later-maybe if I was feeling ambitious enough....shopping stuff ICK- I am not one to shop-hate it- if anyone ever wanted to torture me they just have to take me to a mall and OH! better yet- I have to get a shower present and that is just about second on my list of things I could get by in life with out doing (shopping for and attending OMG booooorrrringggg). Well it's for a niece so I will be good.
So I stayed out a little too late and had a few too many alcholoic beverages last night enough so this AM I feel hmmmm but I could be worse. Two Tylenol did the trick. So since I was up past 3am I was hoping to sleep in a bit but the cats decided about 7am that I needed to get up and kept at it for several more hours...I thought it was they wanted to eat or play but -well later for that part. So the phone rings 10.30am -let the answering machine get it- I love screening calls-better haul my butt outta the rack I figure. We got some BAD thunderstorms and downpours last night and this AM so I knew I would need to check the basement cuz it gets wet. Okay get the VM- husbands brother in law ( long story short they are starting up some business but the B.I.L. is a HUGE PIA ) He and husband have been playing phone tag for awhile now. Okay so message is ''good news !!need to talk to you. Also need to talk to your about that check. Keep leaving messages but you don't get back to me (lie) and if we don't hear back from you soon we are going to stop by the house after church this morning.'' Okaythen-- so here's my rant: I was brought up that you DO NOT just drop in or invite yourself over to other's homes and to me that POed me to basically say we are coming over. Okay and hubby aint here go figure he's OTR duh.... So I called listened to him rant and rave about how his invention is the best thing since white sliced bread ( which I don't care I did not want in this) also some BS about more $$ needed etc. My response was take it up with him- I have nothing to do w/this. I give him the messages. ''I don't see why he can't just call me!'' UH duh he's driving duh....'' Why can't he just call when he's stopped somewhere?'' Uh duh he's driving and when he's not he's unloading and then driving again and then pretty much crashes after working his ''14 hours'' (note that in quotes cuz with the comic book, PTI, fuel etc it's not really 14 hours huh?) I tried to explain and said i will get him the message. Oh I forgot he is just a steering wheel holder. Has all the time in the world.
Okay so now I call up hubby just getting ready to go to NJ (did Mass thru NYC to PA back to NJ nice route no traffic in NYC...)
He's getting POed as has issues working w/BIL in past. I said he had to call cuz I am getting ready to say to BIL: FOAD!!! Now pretty much I'm stressed to the gills and still have to deal with the basement...times like this having your husband OTR SUXS!! I don't mind having to do the work but it sure would have been a heck of a lot better if he were home. I also don't do well with this much stress -something to do with chest pains or such....
SO into the basement I go and NOW I know why the cats were trying so hard to get me up this AM-they really could not do the backstroke to get to their litter boxes. That much water. I think only one time worse in the 17yrs I've owned this house has it been that bad. So I spend the better part of an hour sucking up about 150 gallons of water off the floor. I could kiss the person who invented the wet vac. Rain has slowed so the water coming in is slowing. Irony to this is I have a scheduled appointment tomorrow afternoon with someone to look at the basement for waterproof and foundation work. (The house is old built in 1926 and the soil in WNY is not the greatest for drainage) Well he'll get a good look.
So I guess I feel better-it's almost 2pm I still have to shower and get out of the house to do those stupid errands. Haven't even looked at the paper yet. Feels like a waste of what could have been a pretty nice laid back Sunday.
Maybe I should have a beer and just start back at the beginning again. OH that's what got me in to some of this to start with