FRIDAYI spent most of my Friday thinking about this place:
We made the decision on Thursday night. #progress
I rode Bagheera into work since Charleston winter is a lot like NY summers. While at work not only did I potentially find a DJ who was willing to give us a discount because I pointed out that her website wasn't complete, buuuuttt I also got my original numero uno photographer who agreed to give us a discount for a weekday event and paying in cash. Yes, please, kthx, I worked until around 1:30, then I could no longer withstand the temptation of a beautiful day with my bike parked outside.
I headed out and made my way to the coliseum to pick up our Shrimp and Grits 5k race packets. In a moment of poor planning, I hadn't bothered (or remembered) that there was a children's run on this day. FML because there were children swarming the entire area with their screams and not paying attention and running around and almost running into me.
There was some drama at the pickup because Teh German's packet didn't exist. Apparently they had never registered him. Ugh. I spent about 10 minutes trying to find the copy of the check I wrote back in April at the Bridge Run expo, but technology failed me. I gave up and just settled on running alone, ugh. I perused the expo and then headed out.
As I walked out of the building, I stopped and kinda gathered myself after having to dodge no less than 5 children within 20 feet of the door. There happened to be 2 police officers sitting on a bench nearby and one asked me if I was ok. I explained that there were just a lot of people and it was kinda overwhelming, but I was fine now. He noticed my helmet and asked me what I rode and we chatted about bikes for a minute or two. So many people villainize police officers, but I just don't understand it. I've never had a bad interaction with a cop. Even when I've gotten pulled over. I'm the one in the wrong, so my bad attitude doesn't mean they shouldn't do their job.
I continued on my way to Bagheera. As I was preparing to leave (which takes several minutes because I have to turn on my headset and turn on music and make sure it's the good jams and put in my earplugs and put my key in the ignition and pull my hair back and put on my helmet then put on my gloves and actually get on the bike and start it, it's a process ya'll), I noticed a car waiting on me to leave since I was in the closest spot available. I didn't bother to hurry.
Getting on a road was a relief since it was pretty warm in all my layers with my coat and gloves and helmet on. I headed home and it was time for laziness.
When Teh German eventually came home, we ordered pizza for dinner and watched HIMYM for the rest of the evening. Knowing that we had events scheduled on Saturday meant that a lazy Friday evening was perfect. Also, we're halfway through season 9 and while I love HIMYM, I feel like we've been watching this show for eons and I'm ready for it to be over already so we can start watching something else (Sherlock, Modern Family, so many options).
SATURDAYSaturday morning came wayyy too early and honestly, I almost just skipped the 5k and let my registration fee go as a donation to the North Charleston Arts in School blah blah blah. But, I was already awake and I really wanted the medal and I hadn't been in Charleston to run the race the 2 years prior... So I dragged my ass out of bed and did the damn thing.
I was pretty late. In fact, as I was walking to the start line from where I parked, I heard the gun go off. Oops. I walked up to the start line right as the people at the back of the line were starting to walk to get to the start line.. sooooo right on time. Teh Running Bestie would have never allowed this if she was here.
The run was mostly flat (the Lowcountry way) so it was nice. I've been dealing with some hip pain over the last week and a half, but when I'm working out it doesn't hurt, so it's a nice reprieve. The run was easy, I got my medal, walked through the end area, decided against eating shrimp and grits for breakfast and after a run and headed home instead.
Our next event was the Twin's 1st Birthday part at noon. After I got home, I showered and got ready. Knowing that "Teh German Time" is usually in effect on the weekend, I had to prod Teh German a little to start getting ready. He's so very cute.
We made it right on time to the party.. It was everyone else that was late. I agreed to take pictures for the event as a birthday present. Twin Dad had smoked pork butts, which meant that BBQ was on the menu for lunch. NOMMMM. We ended up leaving around 3. I was so exhausted that I went home and took a nap. After a week of sleeping super shitty, it was catching up to me. I woke up a little bit after 5:30 and heard Teh German answer my phone and chat with Teh Dad for a bit.
I felt like downstairs was too far to go, so I stayed in bed reading and pinning on my wedding board on Pinterest for the night. Teh German didn't come upstairs because he thought I was asleep. He also only watched his YouTube videos on his iPad instead of through the TV, which was glorious. I never realized how much I appreciated silence until Teh German came into the picture with all his music and YouTube videos and noise. At one point this weekend he had a German radio station streaming downstairs (which is pretty cool in theory), then went upstairs to shower and turned on his Spotify. Yeah, no. I shut the downstairs noise off quick-like.
Eventually he did come to bed and it happened to be right around the time that I was done with being awake. Win.
SUNDAYSunday we got a slow start since there was nothing on the schedule other than the neighbor's kid was having a birthday party that we were invited to. Instead, I scheduled an outing with Roux's Humom and Mr. Golfer. Teh German tried to get sassy with me because he'd told the kid we'd be going to her bday party the day before, but I was unaware of this. He said he felt bad because he'd told her he'd go and I said she wouldn't even miss us since all the kids were going to be there and I wasn't really up for that.
Mr. Golfer picked us up at 1245 and before we left, I ran across the street and dropped off a birthday card with $10 in it for the birthday kid (to make Teh German feel better), then we headed to local 9-hole golf course. It's like beginners level golf. Oh yeah, I should mention, I've never ever in my entire life played golf before. Mini-golf yes, but not actual swing and aim at a tiny hole half a mile thataway golf.
Spoiler alert. All nine holes, hole-in-1. BOOM.
JK. Definitely not.
We didn't keep score, but I know that at least 3 of my balls are in the ponds at the course. I tried to explain to everyone that sports with balls and I don't usually make a good combination, but no one wanted to listen to me. Additionally, Mr. Golfer is, as you can imagine, SUPER into golf and he's really good. I am not. Additionally, I have things that prohibit me from even being a mediocre golfer, specifically big boobs, a bad back, and I've currently got something going on with my hip that makes it hurt all the time. So yeah, turning my body and swinging and bending and moving, not so much my idea of a good time. I had committed to going to golfing, not actual golfing. I was there to be cute. I have the text to prove it.
That said, I can now say I've (shit-itly) played golf. There are absolutely zero pictures to prove this. #bloggerfail
When we got home, I checked up on some internet things, then I agreed to go to the auto stores with Teh German so he could pick up some things to change Suzi's oil. I knew better than to go in the store with him and just opted to sit in Baloo and wait. A mabillionty years later, Teh German finally comes back. Seriously, a mabillionty years, I had check FB, Instagram, and had even started reading but it was making me sleepy-tired, so I just reclined the seat and kinda drifted in and out. Forever. Of course, that store didn't have everything we needed so we had to make a stop at their competition across the street. Fortunately, that trip only took a few minutes.
Teh German had suggested we get a milkshake to make up for his less than stellar attitude. Instead, I talked him into going to Ye Old Fashioned for ice cream. We weren't super hungry, but we decided to split a tuna melt and a basket of bacon cheddar fries and it was perfect. Then we had half of a delicious brownie ice cream sundae. NOM.
With that, our errands were complete and we headed back home. While I was inside working on wedding spreadsheets (for the rest of my foreseeable future), Teh German was in the garage changing Suzi's oil. There was yelling and I checked on him and he wasn't hurt so I came right back inside. I've learned that my presence isn't helpful, nor is my help actually helpful, so I just leave him be. Saves me from hurt feelings and much distress. #notsorry
Apparently the oil catcher container thingy was leaking which was causing some serious drama. I just pretended like nothing was happening. Eventually, I was tired of the computer and moved to the couch for some reading time.
Later, Teh German came inside, crisis resolved, changed into lazy clothes and sat down on the couch with me. NBD, except that he wasn't speaking to me. I didn't know why, but I could feel the tension and I couldn't figure out the problem since I knew I hadn't done anything to piss him off. I started having some kindle/library problems and got frustrated, then I blew up on him because he wasn't speaking to me... #womanlogic I ended up going upstairs at that point and getting ready for bed. Obviously, I needed some alone time to think about what I had done.. and some sleep.
MONDAYMonday morning we had a skype date schedule with Papa G, but we were still able to get a slow start. I messaged Roux's Humom and told her that I was interested in going to the gym if she was going. We ended up joining the morning crowd around 9. Teh German wasn't out of the bed yet and I had just been tossing back and forth since I'd fed the beasts, so it was for the best that I leave. 1.5 hours of workout, we made it back.
Teh German was up and eating breakfast. We hadn't really recovered from whatever was going on the night before. I went upstairs and showered and when I came back down, Papa G was already on skype. We discussed wedding plans and progress and Teh German made some commitments that I wasn't pleased with (more things we need to do.. don't even get me started). After Skype, I encouraged Teh German to start getting ready so we wouldn't be late for our 1230 appointment with our wedding coordinator (see what I just did there?).
Of course, we were still late. Something on Suzi had to be adjusted and oil level checked and just blah blah blah. We arrived 10 minutes late, which is pretty good... considering. First things first, I told her I brought her a present and presented her with an old towel. When Phil pooped on her floor, she cut up an old towel she had laying around. Well, I replaced it. After discussing some details, setting up a meeting for February, and paying her, we were free for the day.
Since it was supposed to rain at any point, we made a quick stop by Tractor Supply Co for Roux, then we came home to be lazy. Ok, I was lazy. Teh German did more work on Suzi. I played around on social media then got bored with it and went to the couch with my book. Reading was making me tired, so I took a very short nap.
I had invited over Roux's Humom and Mr. Golfer for dinner (to be nice and because I knew we'd have a lot of leftovers) and I knew I needed to get started cooking at 5. I got up and got everything started and fed the beasts. Company arrived at 6:30, right on time, and dinner was served after I almost charred the bread. Oops. Shitty oven problems.
After they left, it was time for a few episodes of HIMYM, then time for bed since it was a school night, ugh.
_____________________________________It was a very much needed long weekend. Last week we had after-work appointments every day except for Friday. This was my own doing and a necessary evil. With that one week we were pretty much able to make all of our big wedding decisions and it should be way less running around from here on out.
Also on the positive front for the weekend: I got my W-2 which means tax return! Which equals wedding dollas!
This Monday-Tuesday was only slightly Monday-ish, which was nice.
Hooray for a short week! Let it actually feel like a short week!!!
PS. For those of you chomping at the bit on wedding deets (ok probably not many of you, that's ok), I have an announcement tomorrow on the wedding front that is a pretty big deal to me (you may have already seen it)... :D