My drive home from work takes about 35 minutes every night. Sometimes on the way home I think about the blog entry that I’m going to write. Tonight was one of those nights. I had a cool title and the basic outline of what I wanted to say. I was really excited about this entry.
Then I got home, talked to Hubby, played with the doggies, got supper, did some laundry, and sat down at the computer to write the fabulous entry.
And I can’t remember a thing about it. Well, I do remember that part of the title had something to do with road rage and how I’m so annoyed at all the cars that are tailgating me during the snow storms with the slick roads.
But that’s it . . . I can’t remember the rest. It was a great entry. Honest. If I remember it, I’ll post it.
In the meantime I’ll give you an update on things here with The Big Dog Family.
Hubby is still sick. Thankfully not the upset tummy kind of flu. Just the coughy, achy, sweating kind of flu. The fever is gone but he’s still tired and he says his hair hurts. I sure hope that I don’t get this bug.
The doggies took care of Hubby while I was at work. They are very good with this kind of stuff. Except they don’t understand that Daddy is achy and it takes him a while longer to get from the couch to the back door. They weren’t very patient and barked at Daddy when he didn’t open the door fast enough for them.
The temperature is rising and the snow is melting. Then the sun goes down and the melting snow freezes. The hill in the back yard is very slick. Blacky and Luci have no problem going up and down the hill. Mommy, however, has been doing her Dorothy Hammill impression. They think I’m playing when I slide past them. Blacky runs past me barking because he wants to play, too. I’m just glad that I haven’t fallen down in the mud.
It’s going to be a long weekend . . .
There’s a horrible case of the flu going around. It’s the upper respiratory kind. Stuffy nose, coughing, fever, chills, achy all over. They were dropping like flies at work last week. At both where I work and where Hubby works. I thought we had managed to dodge the bullet.
Until this morning, that is. He was fine when he left the house this morning. I called Hubby about something about 11 a.m. this morning. He sounded a little stuffy. He said he had been cold all day. Hubby is never cold. I called again about 4:30 this afternoon. He was already home from work and he said that he was going to lay down because he didn’t feel good.
I got home at 5:15. He was covered up in the blankets in bed. Fully dressed. He had taken some Nyquil and was going to sleep it off.
I think it’s going to be a very long weekend.
You might end up with it. It’s something my mom has always told us kids.
Guess what?! It’s true!!
I’ve been sick and tired of the cold weather for a while now and have told people that it wouldn’t be so bad if we could have a little snow to go along with it. At least it wouldn’t be so dreary and gray.
We got the snow. Lots of it. About 6 or 7 inches of the pretty fluffy stuff that looks almost fake. Then the temperatures dropped to zero. With the freezing fog, the trees were beautiful against the backdrop of the newly fallen snow. Colder than you-know-what, but really pretty.
Then another storm front came in and we got another couple of inches of snow. And then the snow turned to ice and freezing rain. So the pretty fluffy snow is all crusty and hard. Now we have to worry about the weight of the ice on top of the snow and the possibility of the power lines coming down. And the slick roads. And falling off the steps on the back deck.
I’m not complaining about the cold weather and I’m not complaining about the snow. I am complaining about the ice. Especially when the ice covered snow slides off the pine tree in the back yard and lands on top of me when I’m putting stuff in the recycle bin.
Go ahead and laugh. I did because it was really funny.
If you haven’t already seen the commerical called "America’s Marines", please click on the link below. It’s just way too cool not to share. I saw it the night it first aired during American Idol. It gave me goose bumps.
Regardless of how you feel about the military or the war in Iraq, you have to admit that this is cool. Can you even imagine how many hours of training and hard work it takes to do that stuff? And to do it in full dress uniform (including gloves) and not flinch, or giggle, or drop your rifle? How do they do those moves without making any noise? I’ll admit that I have a soft spot in my heart for The Marines. I’m the proud daughter of a U.S. Marine . . . my Dad served during the Korean War. I’ve always been in awe of the Silent Drill Platoon.
Like I said before, this is just too cool not to share.
I took Business Office Education classes in high school. I have an Associates Degree in Executive Secretarial Technology. I’ve been typing for well over 30 years. (GASP!) I used to type between 80 and 90 words a minute. Then the world discovered Microsoft Word and the glorious feature that is Spell Check and Auto Correct. According to the website – Speedtest – how fast are you typing? – I now type 69 word per minute.
All those years of typing class down the drain . . .
I had a whole long blog entry ready about how Hubby is twanging on my last nerve with this semi-retirement thing. But I deleted it because it sounded way too whiney.
The Reader’s Digest Condensed Version is that it hasn’t panned out quite the way he said it would. We’ve been lucky and the fishing rod repair business has taken off and the business has been pretty steady. The part that hasn’t quite panned out is the "helping around the house" part. Hubby is enjoying being semi-retired. After working so hard most of his life – and working an average of 45 hours a week for the 25 years we’ve been together – I can’t begrudge the guy some goof-off time.
But, but, but . . . there are days when I grumble under my breath that supper isn’t waiting on me when I get home from work . . . and I pout a little on Friday mornings when I have to get up and go to work and he’s still sleeping. . . .and now I’m the one working 42 hours a week.
Yes, I know it’s completely selfish and I should say something to him about it. But when I listen to him talk about how much he enjoys fixing the fishing rods and how much he enjoys leaving his job at 4 p.m. every day and having Friday’s off, I just can’t bring myself to do it.
Because I remember what he went through to put me through college when we were first married.
Small price to pay, don’t ya think?
Okay, I’m dawdling. There are things I need to do but I don’t feel like doing them.
I should be finishing the laundry. Yech. I’m sick of laundry. How can two people go through so many clothes?
I should be gathering tax stuff. We have all the stuff in. I just need to make sense of it all and get it in a form that the accountant can understand. Or maybe I will be brave and see if I can do them myself.
I took Luci for a walk tonight. First time we’ve been out in a while. Believe it or not, it was actually still light enough for us to go for a walk when I got home from work. It’s a dreary rainy overcast day but Luci didn’t mind. Blacky didn’t go with us this time. He had more fun staying inside watching the news.
I should be fixing myself something for supper. But I don’t know what I want and it’s not fun cooking for one. Hubby is bowling tonight so I’m home all alone.
I’m watching Wheel of Fortune. Because I can’t find the remote to change the channel. I think Blacky might have done something with it while he was watching the news.
I’m surfing the net to see the Super Bowl Commercials. I missed the first half of the game yesterday because I was at a family birthday party. My littlest niece had her 6th birthday party yesterday. Although I did discover the joy of a DVR with rewind. Who knew you could rewind a commercial?!
Okay . . . time to get serious about the evening’s activities . . . that laundry isn’t going to fold itself.
Oh, and dinner this evening will be spaghetti.