Weekend dips

I got the kiddie pool on Friday after work and I am so glad I did. It's been a very hot and humid few days. Less than ten dollars for a 12" deep, 46" diameter wading pool. I sat in a folding lawn chair with a beer and a magazine with my feet soaking in that thing for hours on Saturday. Very relaxing.

The weekend was pretty good, although Ron and I were kind of tired and cranky through most of it. This band that Ron, Melanie, her brother, his girlfriend and I had seen about a month ago was throwing a big blowout party on Saturday night. The members of the band were renting these two little houses that shared a huge backyard. They were known to throw huge parties there on occasion, Melanie had told me about how awesome the last one was. This was their final party on the property, as they've been kicked out because the land has been sold for development. So Melanie and I made a point to go, whether anyone else wanted to join us or not. Ron didn't want to go because he was too tired from the week and apparently, is plain sick of the whole 'party scene'. He says it's boring standing around talking to people all night. I can't deny that I was disappointed he didn't want to go, but I can also understand. It was hot and he was tired from a long week. But no matter how much I'd missed him during the week, I just didn't feel like sitting around at home. I felt like being social. I ended up going to the party with Melanie, her boyfriend Ivan, her brother Michael and his girlfriend Susan. They're a very fun group and we had a lovely time. The band played a huge set, took a break and played another set. By a third of the way throught the second set, I was buzzed enough to do a little dancing. Well, it was more like hip swaying and knee buckling! But it was fun, nonetheless.

Sunday I woke up early with Ron to get my laundry done. He had rested all night so was able to hop outta bed at 8:30 a.m. to head to the mat. I, on the other hand, was not so enthusiastic. I'd gotten to bed by about 4:00 a.m. But I needed to get my laundry done and knew I would just end up sleeping the day away and avoiding it unless I forced myself to do it during the morning. With the help of a caramel macchiato from Starbucks, I got my four loads done, folded and put away. Hallelujiah! Then I took a three hour nap and woke up feeling like I was suffocating in a hot, steamy cave. Time for a dip! Hehe...

Late Sunday afternoon was a graduation party for my little friend Paul. I've mentioned him here before, not sure which entry... He's the 12 year old half brother of my friend Marguerite. He is a functioning autistic and loves animals. He's had his cockatiel, Gloria, for about a year now and is fascinated by all things parrot. This has lead to a friendship between us. He's such a sweet kid. We talk about once a week or so and sometimes have little "play dates" with our birds. Anyway, he graduted from 6th grade this past week. This is a big accomplishment for him (and his parents for that matter) because he graduated from a regular school. His mom called last week to invite me to the graduation festivities...a pizza party for friends and family. She said to feel free to bring my fiance because she hadn't met him yet. Again, it was a no-go for Ron. Just another boring party. Again, I was disappointed and didn't do so well at not showing it. But what else could I do but suck it up and go by myself? I had a good time and enjoyed meeting some of the extended family. I spent about two and a half hours there and then went home to hose myself off and relax with Ron.

That was my weekend. Fabulous and exciting, no? No. I'm trying not to be a spiteful brat toward Ron but it's been tough. Especially on Saturday when he refused to go to the party. I understand he was tired, but he slept a lot that day. I went to bed at about 1 a.m. and he at 4 a.m. We slept until 2:00 p.m. on Saturday. We ate lunch and I went to sit in the pool for a while... When I came back into the house, he was in bed again. I was bored, didn't know what to do with myself so I started cleaning. I was feeling espeically bratty so I turned on the vacuum. He got pissed and left. When he came back he asked me why I was being so selfish. I told him that I wanted him to hang out with me, that I missed him, that I didn't want him to sleep all damn day. Then I just apologized. And apologized. I should have talked to him instead of being a spiteful turd. I don't know. I'm still a little bit mad at him. His attitude comes and goes. You know, it's NEVER just over after one or two talks. Fuck, I've been writing this for way too long. I gotta get the rest of my work done. Shit...my hair is going absolutely crazy today because it is extremely muggy out. I look like Sheena of the jungle! Okay, enough blather. For now.