I have Spring Break coming up at the end of March. Hubby keeps asking me when it is, cause maybe he’ll take it off too….. ACCCKKK!!!! I already had him, Jess, and a host of others home with me all of Christmas break, when I wasn’t PAINTING, he’s home all the damn time on the weekends, and most weekdays, he beats ME home! I hate it!!!

To go from him never being home, to being home all the damn time is making me nuts!!! I finally told him, that I want to get some things done around here on my break. I don’t get spit done when he’s here! He sits and works, and I am not about cleaning and working around him! Pffffft

Would these people just leave me ALONE!!!???

Hubby scored EXTREMELY high in his District Manager readiness tests he took in July. All the big-wigs seem to be suitably impressed (I say, we’ll see at bonus time),

BUT when it comes to computers the man is a DUMB ASS!!! He’s driving me nuts!

His laptop hard drive completely destroyed itself last week, so he had to get a new one, so obviously that involved re-installing the linksys on his computer so he would be wireless here at home. Well it turns out he doesn’t have access to install programs on his computer. With tech support, we got around that, and finally got him up and re-established in his recliner in front of the TV with his laptop. Then he plugged in his digital camera, after unplugging his linksys card, and BOOM! Now he’s buggered again. Last night I finally got snarky about it, so he stomped off to bed, yet this morning, first thing, he starts in again!!!! Acccckkkk!!!!

I ate healthy all day, BUT hubby and I had happy hour before our healthy dinner. We are weak and lame……..but fat and happy. Pfffft

No… I didn’t go shopping for a new man, however interesting that might be, as I imagine I’m stuck with this one after this many years, HOWEVER, I went shopping for clothes for the man, while he went golfing with Ben, his brother, and our nephew Adam. Pfffttt! (something wrong with this picture??)

I got him 2 new suits, a sport jacket, pair of slacks, several ties, 2 pairs of golf shorts, and new dress socks. The slacks are being altered and all will be ready for HIM to pick up tomorrow. Fortunately we always buy his clothes at the same store, so they could do the alterations without him. The main reason I do his shopping, is because he’s colorblind, and I figure I’m like his seeing eye dog for the colorblind. When he starts this new job, he will be travelling a lot. I’m going to color code his clothes so he doesn’t go off to a meeting “dressed funny”…. you know us wives get blamed for that TOO!

One thing I discovered today, is that we sure get a lot of fabric for our buck now that we’ve let ourselves get old and fat!

We were just sitting around this morning having coffee, hubby was reading, when the phone rang. It was his district manager. She was phoning to tell him he did extremely well in the tests he went down to Calgary to write a few weeks ago, and how would he like to have the job of coordinating and overseeing the conversion to Lifestyle Safeways of all Safeway stores in Alberta, Saskatchewan, Manitoba and Northern Ontario. He instantly accepted as there’s no move involved. He’ll just be travelling a lot. She gave him the number of his new boss to call (it’s his previous district manager, so they have a very good working relationship) and he’s just waiting now for him to return his call to find out the length of the assignment, the wage, bonus potential etc.

It’s a good time in our lives for him to take this kind of job, because our kids are all grown now and hubby wants to work about another 8 years and then retire. We’ve heard rumor that this job would last 3 years, so that would leave him only 5 more years back in the store when he was finished. The deciding factor will be the wage. Right now hubby is near the top of the manager’s pay scale and has the potential to earn a $30,000 bonus each year (however near impossible that usually is to attain). So, we’re just curious to see if they offer only his current base salary, or if they will give him a raise to take into account the bonus potential that he’s giving up.

Regardless, he is one happy and excited camper! Isn’t it strange? Sarah starts her new job on August 8, and is totally thrilled. I start my new assignment August 29, and am super excited, and Hubby starts on Monday if he accepts it. Ben’s job is still relatively new, and he’s way excited because they’re building their first house from the ground up!

Jess has moved here, and she’ll be living with her aunt and uncle and cousin (who dates Ben’s best friend), who live 2 blocks away. She’s going to start job hunting today. She needs to work in our little town out here because she doesn’t have a car yet. She should be able to get a job at the local grocery stores. Ben’s pretty happy to not have to do the long-distance thing any more!

Today, hubby turns 47 years old.

I got him Scene It! for his birthday. He has NO clue, and he will love it! Sarah and I were just talking about her boyfriend Jay and her playing it with us tonight if they decide not to go out.

Today is our 26th Wedding Anniversary! How did that happen???

Hubby had just left for work this morning, around 10:15, and 10 minutes later, the phone rings, and it’s him. “I need some help!” I’m thinking……he wants me to type up some notes he needs for a course he’s teaching in 2 weeks. But no….

He: I’ve run out of gas!
Me: Oh fer fuck’s sake!! What the hell is wrong with you?
He: I didn’t even look down at my gauge!
Me: What the hell difference would that have made? Your Jeep practically yells, Get some gas, dumb ass! After sending off a kazillion alarms! You just always ignore it, because you think you have lots of gas!
He: The can in the garage is full. Can you bring it to me?
Me: Where are you?
He: Nearly to Edmonton! goes on to give me some crazy ass directions over some backassward gravelly country route he’s taken
Me: Fine.

When I got there with the gas can, I said to him, “I don’t mind helping you out at all when you’re having trouble. Lord knows you’ve done enough of those kinds of things for me over the years, but if you EVER run out of gas AGAIN, don’t be calling me! *big sigh*

I must give you a little history to explain my wrath! When we were dating, some 27 years ago (how the hell did we get this old?!) we went away to Calgary (of all places) for a weekend. He ran out of gas……..not once……..but TWICE in that one weekend!!! One time way the hell and gone out in some crazy industrial area of Calgary on a Sunday (in the days when bugger-all was open, and we actually had a day of rest)…….leaving me to sit in the car for 2 hours while he hoofed it all over town looking for gas *scowl* Even THEN I was less than impressed, and I was much more tolerant of things of that nature then than I am now !! (I still smoked to relieve the stress!)

Well………time goes on, and probably, with no exageration, he has run out of gas I would estimate at least once every couple of years as long as I’ve known him. He drives me CRAZY with his driving around on fumes all the time!!! I don’t give a shit when he’s alone (unless he calls me), but when we’re out and about together in the middle of a Canadian winter, I’m highly unimpressed!

No one on this EARTH could possibly have run out of gas more times in their lifetime than this man. Fortunately, he usually calls one of the kids to rescue him, with an added, “Don’t tell Mom!”

Hubby goes back to work TOMORROW!!

Geeze Louise!!! I will be so glad when hubby goes back to work in (let me see…in 5 more days!!! )

He’s been very helpful, doing things that I don’t care to do like installing light fixtures, taking loads of junk to the dump, but he’s driving me CRAZY! I don’t like a shadow while I work. Leave me the hell alone!!! If I make a move, “What are you doing now? Do you need some help? What can I do?” I know all of you women that have lazy ass husbands who do nothing but sit around on their asses all day are not feeling overly sympathetic to this whine, and I do realize I’m lucky in that way, but I pretty much work in silence, and he natters, and cusses, and yabbers the whole entire time he works! (just like Doreen when I said she was like a chipmunk on crack when we painted together). I like to turn up the music, and just give ‘er. He’s the Howard Cosell of Home Improvement, and I HATE it! My tongue has scars on it from biting it so much!

Today he said that me starting my home improvement frenzy and getting back on my diet was “intentional”. WTF?? I guess that means that it’s ruining his holiday. Boo Hoo! I’m on holidays too buddy boy, and this is what I do during my summer holiday. It’s not like I’m sitting around eating bon-bons while he takes care of a big ass list I’ve made for him! And as for the “intentional” dieting I guess he feels guilty drinking beer and eating chips when I don’t have my beak buried in the Hagen Daas! To that I say……….too bad, so sad! He’s sabotaged my efforts long enough for this time.

Okay… glad I got that off my chest! Candi……help!!!