Whine #2 Late Again

Alarm went off at 5:30 – Not going to work until late (11am) today, so no hurry getting up.
6:30 – dragged myself out of bed. Granddaughter asleep in sleeping bag on the floor of my bedroom (have guests using grandson’s room – they are taking turns using the sleeping bag in my room) – Go down stairs to get grandson moving – he has his big speech for the Writer’s Camp in school (3rd Grade). I have to get a vest made to look like buffalo hide, a buffalo hide bag to bring his props in – no problem I don’t have to leave the house until almost 8 and bring him to school, then do some work at my husband’s office (he has several business’s and is away most of the time working as a captain of a commercial fishing boat – so guess who does the paperwork!). I go down “cella – as they say here in Maine “ to sew up the vest.
7:00 – What is Mika barking at? Who would be coming here at 7am? I go upstairs – in my pj’s and robe – and there is the “Lady from DHS” to visit the kids – I forgot. So- I put her to work. Grandson practiced his speech for her, while I finished the props, rushed Arianna, introduced our guests.
7:15 - She was still there, so then I put her to work tying the map/invitations for grandson’s upcoming birthday party.
7:30 – She leaves, good – I can encourage the children to hurry up a little more loudly.
7:50 – What time does school start grandson? 8:20 – Let’s go – we live 6 miles from school.
8:15 – Drop grandson off – WOW check out those time machines. We were supposed to work with out children on their book report – time machine project. They had machines bigger than me, some using real branches, oh no, I’m terrible, I should have made him work harder, I should have done more , almost in tears. There was an option to do a schematic drawing or prototype – we did the drawing.
8:30 – Drop granddaughter off at sitter – head to next town over to get mail.
8:45 – Go to office with mail to deposit checks – divided among the 3 companies – you know rob Peter to pay Paul sort of thing, trying to hurry and the printer kept jamming – twice I used 3 checks to print 1. The check for insurance printed wrong – I’ll have to stop by and give them a manual check. After I go to the bank.
9:30 – I really need to get out of this office to be back to see dgs’s speech at school. But first I have to go back to the house - I need to bring in a copy of dgd’s birth certificate to her school.
10:00 – Arrive at school – watch child give speech – prototype of covered wagon was awesome – dgs got up, and did great. Feel much better.
10:30 – Made four deposits, stop by insurance co. – need lots of papers signed – takes too long.
10:45 – At dgd school – get birth cert. copied.
11:00 – Should be at work, but I’m 18 miles away – call and tell them I’m on my way.
11:15 – Stop at rental property – just to check – the couple split up, police involved, she had girlfriend move in – they are now a “couple” – with 5 kids between them – a 2 bd trailer. Trash everywhere – dog and several cats – no dogs allowed. Tell her she has to put elec in her name, cause was in guys she booted out’s name and I don’t want it in mine.
12:00 – Finally get to work. Had 3 calls from above “guy” from between 8 and 12.
4:20 – Getting ready to go home, I think I’ll stop and pick up some bleu cheese and see if my guests have any wine to go with my whine.

Thursday Thirteen #1

Thirteen Things about Pauline

Thirteen Reasons Why I’m Late to Work

1. The alarm goes off at 5:30, and I decide to read for just 15 minutes – look at the clock and its 6:40 and I haven’t gotten the kids up and I need to leave the house by 7
2. The alarm goes off at 5:30, and on my way to the bathroom, the computer calls me to come play just one game of solitaire. – look at the clock and its 6:30, I haven’t gotten the kids up and I need to leave the house by 7
3. The alarm goes off at 5:30, I get right up, go down and switch the laundry, fold clothes, bring up the kids clothes, get them up, get their breakfast (at home this time, not at the sitter) get ready to go out the door – and realize I’m still in my pajamas.
4. The alarm goes off at 5:30, I really read for only 30 minutes – get the kids up – we all get dressed, breakfast will be at the sitters again. Ready to get out the door, and dear grand daughter has to go to the bathroom.
5. The alarm goes off at 5:30, I read for 15 minutes, look out the window – and have to shovel a foot of snow off two decks, and the walk-way, and a path to the garage.
6. The alarm goes off at 5:30. We get out the door on time. Get to the garage, one of the grandchildren left the car door open, the car won’t start. Call a neighbor to get a jump.
7. The alarm doesn’t go off at 5:30 – I look at my watch and it’s 6:15 – we lost power due to heavy snow on the lines – gotta shovel again,
8. The alarm goes off at 5:30 – we get out on time. Look at how the sun is shining through the clouds! – Gotta stop and take a picture of that. Maybe I should take a couple more shots.
9. The alarm goes off at 5:30 – I don’t want to go to work. I have to fire one of the office girls. I call my husband and tell him I hope the car breaks down so I won’t have to do the dirty work. I call my boss and say I’m on my way but I don’t want to be there for the firing. Then I hit an icy spot, go in the ditch and hit a tree. Be careful what you wish for.
10. The alarm goes off at 5:30 – We barely get out the door on time. Mika decides she doesn’t want to get in the car with me (more whine about that at a later time). She comes willingly out the door – half way to the garage and just stands there. If I go near her, she turns in a circle, lays down in the gravel and rolls over on her back. This happens a few times. I end up bringing her back to the house.
11. The alarm goes off at 5:30 – We barely get out the door on time. Drop off the kids at their respective baby sitters. Get on the freeway – Listen to an audio tape on the way (probably a sad story and I’m crying) and realize I’ve missed my exit.
12. The alarm goes off at 5:30 – We barely get out the door on time. I get to the first sitter and see the "idiot" light on – I need to fill up the car, Oh, no, my debit card is in my pants pocket. My pants are in the washing machine. Drive back up the hill, go through the wet laundry – no card, go upstairs to the bathroom to see if I put it on the counter before dropping pants down the chute, go back and take out the soggy, cold wet clothes again, get soaked, no card. Back to the car – it’s in my purse where it belongs.
13. The alarm goes off at 5:30 – I have to blog!!!!!!


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Whine #1

Guess I'll get started. Thanks to all of you who have visited and left remarks. It is kind of exciting, but I'm still a tenderfoot. I couldn't figure out how to respond to my WW. I'll try again. I got a lot of comments on the snow. The picture was taken Friday, April 13th. We got around a foot of snow. The week before we got 14". I was out shoveling our deck - my husband was out fishing, as usual when it's time to shovel, (actually he fishes commercially and is gone a great deal of the time - a whine for another time). I was doing my usual whine - Goodness, Lord, I'm 54 years old, too old to be out here shoveling this heavy snow, especially considering it's supposed to be spring time. And the Lord said "Be thankful that you are healthy enough to be out here shoveling 14" of snow!" And I was, and haven't really whined very loudly about it since - of course there has only been the last foot as you see in the picture. :) And now - the snow is gone and my rhubard is up about 6". Thank you, Lord!!!!!

Welcome to BYOC

Hi, my name is Pauline and my daughter (qtpies7) talked me into starting a blog. I'm not exactly "web-experienced" but I'll give it a try. I think she wants me to post all the silly whining I do, so she won't get in trouble posting them herself. So, I invite you to join me in whining about children, grandchildren, pets, bosses, and tenants - as long as you can laugh while you whine - but, please, bring your own cheese. If you bring any for me, I like bleu.

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