I'm a little ambivalent about the holiday season this year. On the one hand there's the problem every non-Christian has: Christmas is just everywhere, and it's not my holiday. But my mother doesn't know that, so I have to keep up appearances. This would be easier to deal with were it not for the fact that I don't really have anyone to have Yule with either; Luke's a sort of spiritual agnostic, in the Heinleinian "I don't know Who's cranking, but I'm pleased They don't stop" kind of way, and every other pagan I've met in this area is a flake, a jerk, or both. And I don't even have an altar up yet. That may have to be #1 on my hit list for the weekend.
But hey, I bought fabric last night for my "Advent" calendar. Not that I'm going to have something I can use this year, but I'm at least getting the ball rolling. It's hard to resist when the lovely green velvet is on sale for 1/3 its normal price.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Wouldn't It Be Nice
I have a health condition that causes me to be overweight. Which in and of itself is mildly annoying, but it doesn't bug me too much. Sure, if someone offered to wave a magic wand and cause me to lose 25 pounds, I would not object, but it's not as if I'm sufficiently overweight to be getting health problems from it, and Luke doesn't mind.
But there's my mother. She bugged me about my weight all through high school, let up a bit when I went to college and became the only freshman ever to lose fifteen pounds, and the last few years has been up to her old tricks. When I told her about my health problem, I thought that was the end of it, but no: yesterday she went out of her way to tell me that she has problems with her back "when she sits around too much". Because it could not possibly have anything to do with the fact that I got hit by a car three months ago and sprained precisely the portion of my back that now hurts again; it must be that I'm choosing to knit or read instead of getting healthy exercise. I have thus far refrained from telling her that the choice is not between sedentary activity and exercise, but between sedentary activity and lying in bed doing nothing at all.
But there's my mother. She bugged me about my weight all through high school, let up a bit when I went to college and became the only freshman ever to lose fifteen pounds, and the last few years has been up to her old tricks. When I told her about my health problem, I thought that was the end of it, but no: yesterday she went out of her way to tell me that she has problems with her back "when she sits around too much". Because it could not possibly have anything to do with the fact that I got hit by a car three months ago and sprained precisely the portion of my back that now hurts again; it must be that I'm choosing to knit or read instead of getting healthy exercise. I have thus far refrained from telling her that the choice is not between sedentary activity and exercise, but between sedentary activity and lying in bed doing nothing at all.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Crush On You
I think I have a crush on one of my friends. I say this because I am experiencing the urge to make her things, which is always a sign of infatuation with me.
This is the kind of crush where you want to be around the person and have them tell you how cool you are without necessarily having a sexual component; for me the sex bits are generally reserved for male crush objects--I mean, I've had sex with a woman, and it's not necessarily relevant how many X chromosomes are in the cells of the finger on my clit, if you know what I mean, but as a general rule women don't do it for me. But the point is that this is the kind of crush adolescents get, generally on older teens but sometimes on adults, the kind that led to the romantic friendship phenomenon of the 19th century (Wikipedia has a nice précis on this, if you care to look it up.)
Of course, I'm gonna be 32 in a few months, so I'm unclear as to why I still get these crushes. Fortunately she has a birthday coming up, so I have an excuse.
This is the kind of crush where you want to be around the person and have them tell you how cool you are without necessarily having a sexual component; for me the sex bits are generally reserved for male crush objects--I mean, I've had sex with a woman, and it's not necessarily relevant how many X chromosomes are in the cells of the finger on my clit, if you know what I mean, but as a general rule women don't do it for me. But the point is that this is the kind of crush adolescents get, generally on older teens but sometimes on adults, the kind that led to the romantic friendship phenomenon of the 19th century (Wikipedia has a nice précis on this, if you care to look it up.)
Of course, I'm gonna be 32 in a few months, so I'm unclear as to why I still get these crushes. Fortunately she has a birthday coming up, so I have an excuse.
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