@ocB - amg. Hate her. So much. She needs to just stfu. ktxbai.
I've been a bad, bad girl. I'm checking out the list to see what's been purchased. Shame on me! Shame, shame, SHAME!
::giggles wildly::
It was fun, though.
I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO excited. (=
I've been a bad, bad girl. I'm checking out the list to see what's been purchased. Shame on me! Shame, shame, SHAME!
::giggles wildly::
It was fun, though.
I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO excited. (=
Until Monday, I would have said I have them as friends.
But - no. I was talking to Roomie on the phone and she told me that SlushieMan had gone up to visit these so-called friends.
Wait. Backstory first.
The five of us - Roomie, SlushieMan, these two friends (before they were married), and I - have been friends since college. Roomie and I randomly started a tradition of having a 'Christmas' with the five of us while we were in college. (I believe it was junior year. Yes. Junior year.) So, that would be Christmas of '98. Yes. Really. This has been running *that* long. We would give each other small gifts - just to spend time. I mean, we were a tight circle. As the group began to evolve - IE, Friend 1 and Friend 2 found women - we started to include others in this tradition. That's cool. And then, last year, we gave up on the presents - because, damn it's stressful - and decided to just go out for a really nice dinner. (When I say really nice, I mean a place where jeans are given the evil eye and you walk away from the table full, but much poorer.) I liked it. It was easy and we still got to do what we wanted to do - spend time together.
Okay. Back to the phone call with Roomie. SlushieMan had gone up to visit Friend 1 and Friend 2 since the three of them are all guys and they've known each other forever and they like to play video games together. (Can I mention that the wives of Friend 1 and Friend 2 were also at this "man's day of gaming" - baking cookies? O_o ) So, Friend 1 and Friend 2 bring up the annual Christmas dinner. Yay! I love to eat. And since Friend 1 and Friend 2 cannot be bothered to call *me* personally, I only get to see them at this time of year. Oh. Wait. Not this year - or any further years, unless I manage to get married. See, they - meaning Friend 1 & 2 - decided it would be better not to invite me. Why? It's awkward. Roomie told me this and I was all - it is? I suppose the key is - it's awkward for *them*. I didn't find it awkward at all. I never have. I just think it's fun. But - no. They find it uncomfortable for me to be the only single one in our crowd of three married couples.
I was shocked. Flabbergasted. Unsettled. Hurt. Really, really hurt. Angry. Given that I was driving during this phone call, very bad of me, I know, I couldn't do much more than go "wtf?!". Roomie was very supportive. In fact, she was livid when SlushieMan told her about it. How dare they disinvite me because I'm single? SlushieMan didn't argue because it was, poor man, four against one. And SlushieMan isn't one to get into confrontations - especially with friends - in public.
So - Roomie and SlushieMan and I are going to have our *own* Christmas and those - PEOPLE - are so not invited.
Man. I didn't realize until I wrote it all out exactly how much that hurt. The holidays are hard enough for me without having someone do that. Two someones whom I had thought cared for me. I guess I'm just not important enough for them. That's fine. Whatever.
Don't get me wrong, I don't think I'm Shamu or anything, but I could stand to lose some poundage. It'd be great to be more active and have more endurance for things.
So, anyway, Teli is up for it. And I'm psyched beyond belief about it. Now I just need to figure out what my actual eating habits SHOULD be and stick to it.
And now I need y'all's help. What IS good for one to be eating? As a balanced diet? I know vegetables are a must. I know that carbohydrates should be moderated. (I can't cut them out. Pasta and I are too good of friends. Not to mention bread for sandwiches.) And smaller portions. Which I have actually been trying to do this last half of the week.
And exercise. I have a gym membership. I need to get my round bum up to the gym and talk to someone. That's why I pay them, right? (; And it is. It's part of my membership to actually be able to talk with a trainer and have the trainer come up with a workout which is best for me.
Okay. I've written it down. So mote it be.
HELP ME! XD
First - I was supposed to have a day off from being available should the crew kids decide to maim themselves with a cordless drill or saw. (It could happen.) But - no. Life is not that kind. I am on, baby. ON. ::le sigh::
Second - I've found the world's best diet. Nausea. Every time I think I want to eat, my belly says to me, "Go on. I could use some practice making you have that again. Go on. Eat that." Guh. No thanks. Blergh. (WoW, I want to lose what's left of dinner from last night just thinking about food. Ew.)
Third - my ribs hurt. Two days running. Guh. Evol.
Fourth - There will be no hump in my hump day. (This is a weekly lament, but since I was listing stuff . . . )
How's YOUR Hump Day? Better than mine, I hope.
Okay, so - here it goes.
Send me your snail mail addy (if you trust me. (; ) and I will send you a Christmas card. Instead of sending *ME* one in return, you send one to a wounded soldier (sailor, marine, airman, you get the idea). Or - you can be all: "Since she's an OBVIOUS stalker, I'm just going to send one to a wounded military person." That'd be great too. (;
Email me at GMail.com"> with your snail mail to get a genuine Capital Christmas Card! (ooo. C Cubed! You know you want a C Cubed!!!)
Here's where you send the Christmas Cards (or even just normal mail!) to wounded military personnel.
Walter Reed Army Medical Center
c/o Red Cross
6900 Georgia Avenue NW
Washington, DC 20307-5001
Now. Accoding to Betty, you can address it to "Any Soldier" (Or, I imagine, Any Sailor, Any Marine, Any Airman, etc) if you like, but by putting the 'c/o Red Cross' - they'll know it's for the wounded people.
Let's all send some cheer this year, eh? I need to see what else I can do.
(Edit - I can't spell. Someone get me a spellcheck! STAT!! Words like soldier are doing me in! AHH!)
