let's here it for the boys in blue

So last night was the first installment of what we lovingly call "The Divorce Game" in our house. No, there's no Bob Eubanks or embarrassing questions about making whoopie or major household appliances to be won.

It's all about basketball. See my team and the mister's team play a couple of times a year (at least for the time being). We're in the same conference and all. Mine are the good guys in light blue--his are the evil terrapins in red. Of course, he has a slightly different point of view.

If you've been reading for a while you know how much Ms Millie loves her college hoops. And this year every game involving my team still includes the Millie trademarked phrase "Although they lost their top 7 scorers from last year's championship team..."*

And this year his team was ranked in the top 25 and undefeated at home.

Good times were had last night, my friends. We settled in for a meal of Elvis Burgers a la Jamie Oliver and carbonated beverages. The mister claimed he was cold and needed a warmer shirt and came out in fighting colors. Millie was already dresses appropriately in a lovely white and light blue hat and logo-less light blue tee shirt. So much classier.

The good guys won. The mister was a bit sad but everyone knows Millie cares much more about hoops that the mister does. He just kind of goes along with her.

And with that life is returning back to normal. We're starting to make plans again. Continuing in my great wifely tradition, yesterday I tracked down a game the mister had been jonesing for. He claims it's 'for research purposes' but I'm not buying that. He's playing it right now and life is good.  We've been to the gym together. We've done some yoga. We're still recovering from that one but it hurts so good. I'm really ready for him to go back to work next week, though.

I think I'm headed back to Cape Town in the not too distant future. We're healing and laughing and focusing on getting what we need to do to make our dreams come true.

A very wise woman  wrote a very wise post that helped us regain a bit of perspective and was just the kick in the ass that we needed. If you're thinking of giving up or feeling like you just can't go on, go read Tertia. We knew that giving up wasn't an option for us. This just reminded us why, and that many people have been through a lot more shit than us. Thank you, oh great gorgeous and divine one.

And thank all of you out in the blogosphere. You've showered us with support, kindness and love. We're truly humbled and deeply touched.

*I did trademark that phrase and all associated phrases like "Noel was the 8th highest scorer last year." I have my very own trademark attorney. So there. And don't piss her off by calling it the Patent Office, it's the Patent AND Trademark Office or something like that. PTO. Seriously you don't want to get her mad at you. Everyone needs a Trademark Attorney on their side.

Comments

[Roni]

Millie - I'm so glad to hear that you and the mister are starting to feel better, and am thrilled to hear that you're making your plans to go back to CT!

Thinking of you!
Roni

[coloratura]

And I am an ass for emailing you twice and not even -thinking- to go read your blog first... actually, no, I did think about that a few times, but I have just been a little overwhelmed myself lately.

But I completely understand why you might not have wanted to 'chat'...

I am so sorry that it didn't work this time. Emphasis on the words 'this time.' I'm glad to read you are feeling at least a little bit better. I really feel for you and your husband. I know that funny feeling of 'it's just him and me and the animals'... and that doesn't seem like quite the right equation. That's how it is for me, anyways...

I wish you the best of luck next time. Don't give up and be strong.

- Rachel

[avonlea]

Millie,

Love does conquer all.

Glad your team won!

[Tertia]

You go girl! Keep the fighting spirit. Fuck infertility, we wont let it win.

As for the basketball stuff, here in SA we play a game called netball. And it is played by girls.

A girls game.

[Emily]

And the next time you put that tiara on and will be eating my brownies will be in celebration.

Much Love to you my friend.

[daisy mae]

glad to hear you are feeling a bit better.

nothin like a 'heels win to make you feel better. i'll finally get that feeling when pitchers and catchers report to camp in 13 days. . .

still sending lots of hugs.

[Lut C.]

I'm glad to hear things are slowly improving.

[thalia]

SO glad to hear about a good day and an encouraging decision. You go.