Packing and Nimrods

A week from today, at this very time, I will be on board Alaska Airlines Fight #189 for the last leg of my trip, preparing for take-off from Anchorage to Fairbanks!!!  YAY!!!!  This is the very 1st time, out of all the times I have flown up there, that I will be arriving in the afternoon! 

I get in at 4:18.  Unheard of!  Of course, in order to do that, my flight leaves here at 6:00 AM.  It was originally 7 AM, but they changed it.  That means I need to be there at 5 AM and we live 45 minutes from the airport, so we need to leave the house at 4 AM, which means I need to get up.....O.M.G.......2:30 or 2:45ish.  UGGG!  I can't even begin to function without at least 2 cups of coffee, and don't rush me with that!  Then there will be the last minute items to go in the suitcase, but I think I can avoid any of that.  That way Mr. Hustle-Bustle won't have to be chomping at the bit to load my suitcases. 

Some members of our amazing Derby Family have arranged for a little get together, upon my arrival :-).  It's going to be at River City Cafe, where my dearest Riley works!  Next to the fare at my daughter's home, this is the best food in the Fairbanks North Star Borough!! I already know what I'm going to have.  I'll start with an X-Large Cinnamon Latte with extra cinnamon (to help keep me alert) and then I will have a Roast Beef Croissant sandwich, with cheddar, sprouts, avocado, tomato and horseradish.  Oh, Lordy!  I can just taste it now.  To go along with that will be a fresh Raspberry Lemonade.  Yummm!  I sure hope Riley doesn't have to work so she can meet me at the airport with her Mama and the rest of my sweeties!  Gads!!  I just can't wait to get HOME!!

And have I been packing!  Well, gathering, actually.  1 huge suitcase on the bed, 1 huge suitcase beside the bed, and the bed is piled with stuff and clothes and stuff....I need lots of clothes for this time of year up there.  There will be chilly days, then very warm days during which I will sweat like a pig 'neath that big Alaskan sun!  That will turn into just chilly mornings & evenings and very warm afternoons.  Shorts, sweaters, sneakers, sandals....they are all required.  And God forbid I don't take all my favorite clothes!  What would happen if I went to get dressed and there was nothing there that I felt like wearing?!?  That's pretty bad, but I've always been that way.  I wish I could just love all of my clothes unconditionally and be able to wear any of them any time......but I don't.

Well, the Nimrod did the front door thing again last night, and I was having one of those days where I could barely put any weight on my left leg without it feeling like I was going to self-destruct.  It was about 5:30.  Chuck wasn't home yet.  I was in the kitchen working on supper and I saw him pull in behind the barn, then turn around and leave.  Next thing I knew....bang, bang, bang on the freaking front door.  I went, opened the door and he said "So, Pops isn't home yet?"  F*** me!!  No, Nimrod!! If his van isn't behind the barn, there's no place else for him to hide it!  ARGGG.  Really, all I said was "no" and he turned and bounded down the steps and left.  I slammed the door so hard the windows rattled all over the house.  About 5 minutes later, Chuck came in the back door and Nimrod was right behind him.  I waited a few minutes and then I asked him if he could do me a big favor, and explained the whole thing to him.  Nicely.  Calmly.  Diplomatically. He said, sure.  No problem.  Chuck piped up and said to him, what the hell do you do that for?? He said,  "hell, I didn't want to walk to the house from there!"  Chuck said, "well you better!  Don't be expecting her to have to run around letting your lazy ass in!"  Hee hee.  I loved it!  But we'll see how long it lasts.  Ya know, he could have just called me.  Didn't even have to come to the door to verify the obvious. 

Beware.....Pure Bitching

A couple of days ago I started a rant and wrote out a big bitch post and then deleted it.  My friend, Terri was disappointed that I deleted it.  She enjoys my rants.  LOL  I will attempt to recreate it.

Everyone that comes to our house, on an almost daily basis, knows:

• I hurt.  I need surgery.  Have needed it for eons, and as time goes by, I hurt more and more.  Some days, much more so than others. It's just a fact of life.
• Our front door is always locked.  If someone goes to the front door, I have to trudge thru the freakin house to answer the door and let them in.
• Our back door is always open, if we are home.  The people that come here the most often, (oh, let's say an employee's spouse for example) come to the back door, knock, holler a greeting and come on in.  (not my favorite scenario, but then I don't make all the rules).
• Why the F*** would said person, come to the front door when all they intended to do was to walk thru the house...to the BACK door and on outside to see Hubby who was in the back yard (and CLEARLY visible from the front driveway!!) 
• Same person was here the night before, seemingly 'quite concerned' because I was having an extra painful day.  Yeah, right.
• And even if he wasn't going to just pass on thru, the 'gathering spot' at our house is the kitchen, which is just inside the fooking BACK DOOR!  I have fairly large house, people.  My walking is limited.  I don't like "wasting" it by doing a lot of unnecessary running around!  Duh!

It just amazes me sometimes (and frustrates the living shit out of me) when people are so thoughtless (aka, brain dead).  This one usually takes the cake!  Never fails to amaze (and annoy) me.  I am not used to being around whiny, snively men and he is always so wrapped up in himself that he can't see beyond his own damn nose!  If it was just once in awhile, it would be okay.  He does it all the time.  All he has to do is park behind the barn and come to the back door (or in this case, half that distance, to the garden) and leave me the hell alone! 

My previous post was better, cuz I was freshly pissed off.  This one will have to do.  It still pisses me off.  In FACT.....employee did it just this AM when she knows better than most that I am always hurting in the morning for awhile after I get up.  She drives out behind the barn to unload some posts from her truck and then drives around front and makes me answer the freakin' door, when she intends to come to the kitchen and have coffee.  Now I ask you????  She is more easily forgiven than her sad sack, redneck spouse.....but still.  GRRRRR

One of the reasons I deleted the original post is because I felt that I was doing nothing more than putting an "Oh, poor me" moment out there.  Maybe it is.  And just maybe, every once in awhile, I am entitled to "Oh, poor me" moments!  I've been pretty damn tough for over 3 years (almost 4) dealing with all this bullshit in the various stages.  So, I feel entitled....as long as I don't over-do it.  Right????? It IS okay, isn't it????????  If not, then buzz off.......but please come back later ♥

And THEN...........get this!  He is SO brain dead that when they stopped in the night before the front door incident......he started bitching about Wal*Mart and his hour long shopping experience.  Totally ranting about how crowded it was, and how rude people are and how loud and noisy everyone's kids are and how people are inconsiderate and get in his way!  For an hour of his life, he was THE most miserable person to ever set foot in a W*M store!  O.M.G.  I kept trying to remind him that I used to spend 40 hours a week there, as a cashier, on the front lines.  Totally exposed to ALL the fun and games that the W*M experience has to offer.  He would have none of it.  Totally, repeatedly insisting that I had absolutely no idea how bad it was.  Holy shit!  The trauma!  And drama! 

I am surrounded by people like this.  The positive energy just FLOWS around my little corner of BFA!  ARGGGGG..............

On a lighter note, I saw my 1st Hummingbird of the season a short while ago.  I love it! :-)