Memorial Day Weekend 08

My weekend was exhausting, but fun. I will say that by Sunday night, Ira and I had lost the ability and desire to socialize. While I did actually work Friday, the events started Thursday night.

I drove like a maniac (okay, maybe not quite a maniac) to get back home for Jason's baseball game. And, then we had to go pick up the dog. Her name is Sasha and she is one of two Australian Cattle Dog sisters that my ex adopted a couple of years ago as puppies. Her sister, Megan, went to another family a few months ago due to the fact that both dogs together was complete chaos. Due to my Ex-MIL's illness, taking care of the dog became more of a chore than she could really handle and my Ex-FIL wanted to deal with. Since my ex is practically living with his girlfriend, who happens to be allergic, he can no longer really pick up the slack and in reality, Sasha is more Jason's than anyone else's. So, I could not live with myself if I didn't at least try to take her in since he is already losing his Grandmother. I just can't pile the dog on too.

We have not had a dog up to this point, because of my two adorable cats. One of which thinks he is God and does not like any other animals. I think he tolerates the smaller cat because she is smaller and he can beat her up. Hence, our now blustering household of animal stress. I did the swap rooms so that they can get used to each other's scent tactic. I have even done one-on-one screen therapy (I have the scratch to prove that one). After needing to dig one cat out of behind the furnace twice and lock the dog up so I can get the other cat out of my bedroom without Sasha chasing he back into it, I think we are starting to make progress. Well, kinda. The dog stays outside most of the day and the cats have found refuge in the basement. I think they are even forming an alliance since they both hate and are scared to death of the dog. We're almost to a week, so we will see how it goes from here.

Friday night was a birthday party to which I ate greasy food and had a drink in between 3 beers. Needless to say, it is Wednesday and my stomach is still not quite right.

Saturday was a fun day with an old friend I haven't seen since he graduated high school in 1990. We went to his and his wife's house and hung out, grilled, played horseshoes, and pool. I think everyone had a good time. You just never know how those reunions will work out after 20 years, but I can honestly say that it went really well and it was nice to get back in touch. However, by the end of the night I was so drained and fighting a headache (probably still from the night before) that I took a Tylenol PM and just crashed.

Sunday morning was church, followed by a wedding in the afternoon. After we ate at the reception Ira and I both stopped talking to anyone. We were even invited to a bonfire afterwards, but just went straight home and vegged for the rest of the night.

Monday was "we will not accept any invitations and not leave the house day." We both had stuff to do around the house, but it was so hot that Ira decided not to mow the lawn. However, it was perfect steamcleaning weather (still trying to get the stains out of my carpet from my cat who had a blatter infection), the carpets were dry in no time. We did actually leave the house since I did promise Jason we would try to go to the movies to see Indiana Jones.

I am glad that our social calendar was active, but it did feel like our weekend flew by way too fast. I am home the next couple of weeks though, so I am sure I have time to recupe.