Today for TTUT I’m linking up for:
It’s so damn hot! Milk was a bad choice! -Ron Burgundy, Anchorman
- It’s so.damn.hot! It’s been in the 100’s every day, with no relief this week. I am not a fan of the heat, and this weather has just been bananas!
- We have to get up early to get our morning walks in, to beat the heat. Even heading out before 8am we’re still sweating by the time we get home. 80 degrees at 8am is just wrong.
- The power went out on Saturday, during the hottest part of the day, and was out for 2.5 hours!! Piglet did pretty well, but he needed to nurse a lot more. I ended up putting an ice pack behind my neck just so I could handle cuddling him in the heat. Let’s hope the power company doesn’t let that happen again. Thank god for our new windows or else I’m pretty sure we would have had to hide out in the car with the ac blasting.
- We have an active week ahead of us, that started out with a busy day Monday, with visits from Monica, Chandler, and then Walking Couple. Monica and Chandler are finally home!! I’m so excited. They came over to meet Piglet, and he completely showboated for them. He was all coos, giggles and grins for his Auntie and Uncle!
- Walking Buddy and her brood also came over later on to meet the little man. WB is 7 months pregnant with her 3rd boy. This picture is a glimpse into her future! She definitely has her work cut out for her. I’m overwhelmed just thinking about the idea of 2 kids one day, let alone 3 rambunctious boys!
- We are heading to the in-laws for the holiday to spend some time pool side. I’m sad that Piglet is a little too young for the pool. But the weather is supposed to be in the high 80s instead of the 100’s like it is here, so it will be a welcome relief. It will be our first overnight trip with Piglet, and even though it’s only 1.5 hours away, I’m pretty sure we’re going to pack the car to the brim.
- We’re also going to stop by for a party at Tahoe Girl’s parents house on the 4th. Piglet is going to have a busy week! I think our little social butterfly is up to the challenge.
- Hope everyone has a great week! For those of you in cooler weather, send some of it our way, PLEASE!
Christine: Ritchie, we have talked about this. You’re eight years old. We live in Los Angeles. You have to learn how to swim.
Christine: Because, honey, you can’t keep going to pool parties telling people you’re having your period. –The New Adventures of Old Christine
Saturday was Tahoe Girl’s graduation pool party. She graduated from business school with her master’s degree, and we all got together to celebrate. Match actually had the time off and I was looking forward to watching him have fun. He was complaining a little bit on the way over about how he didn’t think he was capable of relaxing and having fun. I told him to not condemn a party before we even got there, but I promised we’d leave early and that for once, I would be the DD.
When we walked in the backyard, we saw that the party was in full swing, but it was definitely right up Match’s alley. He’s a sucker for outdoor games, and there was a game of beanbags going on. Tahoe Girl’s dad actually built his own, and Match is going to build a set for our yard. I would love that or a flat washers game set, which is the same idea, just a little smaller. TG’s dad also made a beer pong table, with cutouts for the cups. Match, Mr. I don’t want to party, didn’t leave the beanbag/beer pong area for hours! 🙂
I can’t tell you how great it was to watch Match having fun and letting loose for once. His job is so stressful, and he can get wound up pretty tight. It was refreshing to see him enjoying himself. He was the first one in the pool too.
He motivated me to go in, even though I was so self conscious. It’s only been 6 weeks since I gave birth, so my body is still a bit of a war zone. But I shook it off and had fun goofing off in the pool with my sweetie.
I spent a lot of time hanging out with my ladies.
We only seem to get together a lot in the summers, but when we do we have fun. All of the weirdness I had felt at the wedding was gone. I think it helped that I was DD. I’m really not emotionally ready to be drunk yet. I had fun visiting with the girls and watching the boys be complete goofballs. Sometimes it’s more fun people watching. The lack of hangover alone is worth it. 🙂
Ross: Monica’s pregnant!
Joey: Oh, my…! Is that why you guys had to get married?
Monica: Guys! I’m not pregnant. –Friends
Sunday was the wedding and I was trying to get over my nerves. I was really excited about the cute dress I’d found, and I’d actually managed to get my hair to cooperate and hold a curl. I was feeling great and looking forward to seeing our friends. My hubby was looking mighty fine and I was so happy he was able to come to the wedding with me.
My confidence was shattered in the first 5 minutes…in which Token Gay Guy (who I guess didn’t know about Roo, even though it was all over facebook and we’d messaged him) came up to me, patted my belly affectionately while saying, and how are you two? It was a complete shock to my system. Match looked at me in horror, TomBoy about fell over, and it was everything I could do not to fall to pieces right then and there.
Monica led me to the bathroom, where I was able to pull myself together while Match explained to Token about our loss. I refused to cry during the wedding. It was their day, it was a happy day, and I wouldn’t spoil it. I think it hurt even more because it was so unexpected from a close friend who we thought knew the story. I shook it off, and got back to the festivities.
It was so good to see my girls again. It’d been a whole year since the last time the four of us were together. I may have overindulged. But I think it was ok given the situation. We had fun, and slowly I started to loosen up. I found myself talking about Roo a lot though. I was happy when I did, but I worried later that I made people uncomfortable. Match said no one seemed to mind.
I also may have freaked out a complete stranger in the bathroom. She was very pregnant, and I just started blabbing away about labor, and birth and how it’s all very exciting. Then of course she asked me how old my baby was, and I had to say that she had died. I felt terrible because I must have seemed 3 shades of crazy to this woman. I just feel a connection with other mothers, especially pregnant women. If I’d had my filter on, I never would have said a word. But oh well, hopefully I didn’t freak her out too badly. I was really upbeat and happy and told her that pregnancy is amazing and to enjoy every minute.
The rest of the night was spent dancing and having fun. The bride and groom looked amazing, and their wedding vows were beautiful.Check out that over the top dress! She rocked it, and she was glowing all night.
Monica and I grabbed her for a picture, and I think she was afraid we were going to knock her down in our drunken giddiness. We managed to keep her upright!
Match was able to relax a bit and enjoy himself with cohiba cigars and hanging out with friends.
The group tried to convince us to head to the dance club where the post party was, but we opted to go back to the inlaws. I’m so glad we did because I woke up just a little hung over, instead of drastically, as I would have been had I gone out.
I’m hoping to see more of the group while everyone is in town. I’m happy to report that we still had fun together, and they have nothing but love for us both. It felt good to be a part of that again. I did cry the whole drive home, but I think I just needed to let it out. Match was amazing and held me close, made sure I drank lots of water before bed, and cuddled me to sleep. Now that beats the hell out of a night at the club.
We are heading to a wedding this weekend, and I have nervous butterflies over it. It will be the first time I’ve seen any of our friends in “The Group” since we lost Roo. We’ve been growing apart from some of them for awhile. They’re just not in the same place as we are. A lot of them love to party it up and drink every weekend, while Match and I prefer mellow nights at home. They’re not looking to move forward and grow up, while Match and I can’t wait to start a family.
I’m worried about how I’ll be, and that I won’t be fun anymore. Losing Roo changed me to my core, and I know I will never be exactly the same as I was. I don’t wish to be either. I just hope I still enjoy being around the group. I can’t wait to see Chandler and Monica though. Monica has been so supportive, even all the way in Scotland. We’ve talked about everything in detail, and she’s been an ear to listen. Tahoe Couple on the other hand…well we didn’t even hear from them when everything happened, and they live just an hour away from us. I talked to her yesterday and she didn’t mention our loss once. She just talked about mundane, superficial things, and all I wanted to do was hang up the phone. I know some people don’t know how to react to tragedy, and like to pretend it didn’t happen. I just don’t know if I care to spend much time with those people.
So wish us luck. The wedding is for Chandler’s older brother. It’s so nice that they invited us, even though we’re not that close. It’ll be good food, drinks, and probably some dancing. I’m hoping to get into the spirit of things. I love a good wedding, where it seems like you fall in love with your partner all over again. I think we’ll have fun, and we’ll dance and enjoy ourselves. But I don’t think we’ll be getting hammered, or playing drinking games until the wee hours of the night. I’m pretty sure we’ll head home early for some snuggle time and a comfy bed. Now that sounds like a good time to me!