Checking in from the land of ice and snow
Dec. 23rd, 2004 11:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
itsallovernow8 degrees. 8! That's, well, that's really fucking cold, even for Colorado in the winter.
My holiday so far has gone something like this:
Shopping. Not screaming at teenagers. More shopping, a little screaming. Even more shopping, praying please please get me the fuck out of the mall before I have to physically maim a 14 year old without a coat on.
Purchased purple fake Uggs at Payless despite my claims that they are the ugliest shoes to come out since Berks (yes, yes, I realize this is blasphemy, I realize they are the boon of the ages for most people who wear them, but they hit their popularity stride here when I was a teenager and all I wanted was high heeled black boots so it's residual). The fake Uggs are still ugly, but they were $20 and make up for the fact that my running shoes have frelling holes in the bottom, something I didn't notice when I purchased them but noticed right quick when I walked through the snow. It makes sense, they were made for aqua aerobics, but still. So now my feet look like colored marshmallows, but they are warm!
The shopping is sort of a game of "where shall we purchase something that won't be a pain in the ass to return it?" My family is notorious for returning stuff. I voted for wrapping up coal with pictures on it, but my mom put the kibosh on that.
Finally saw Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Which I really did like, it was a remarkable movie, and perhaps having Kate Winslet in it won me over, I'm not sure. My only quibble was the part where he was talking about her not reading books, yet she worked at a bookstore and from my own days at the bookstore, you sort of have to read, or fake it. IT's impossible to resist the lure of all those volumes. But it made me sort of sad and serious and longing, a good kind of longing.
And I have learned to crochet, and am making the world's ugliest scarf. Hopefully, it will be followed by the not quite the world's ugliest scarf. I can approach a sort of Zen, I'm not listening state with the crocheting and can pretend to make sensical replies. This doesn't happen when I'm reading. People still talk to me, but mostly I get snippy and gruff. I hate being interrupted while I'm reading.
My parents are as well as can be expected. I love them dearly, and we're all trying not to make each other crazy. Actually, I'm not sure how hard my dad is trying, but I've managed to reign in my temper with him, so that's a perk.
Writing has commenced, a little. I reworked the beginning of Part III, making it less nice, more punchy. And realized that I may be, um, off, on the the bases. First, second, third, I think I have 'em down, but wouldn't object to some comfirmation. And also, there's no equivalent for guys. It's either first or third. I mean technically, I suppose one could say that they have nipples as well, but it just isn't the same!! There should be an equivalent metaphor that girls can use!! Because so far, the answer has just been a frustrated, "That's just how it is!"
This entry is going overboard, me rambling because I have 15 minutes free and unfettered, so I'll wish you all a Merry Christmas, if that's your persuasion, and a happy holiday for the rest of you. Be safe, love each other and take care!
My holiday so far has gone something like this:
Shopping. Not screaming at teenagers. More shopping, a little screaming. Even more shopping, praying please please get me the fuck out of the mall before I have to physically maim a 14 year old without a coat on.
Purchased purple fake Uggs at Payless despite my claims that they are the ugliest shoes to come out since Berks (yes, yes, I realize this is blasphemy, I realize they are the boon of the ages for most people who wear them, but they hit their popularity stride here when I was a teenager and all I wanted was high heeled black boots so it's residual). The fake Uggs are still ugly, but they were $20 and make up for the fact that my running shoes have frelling holes in the bottom, something I didn't notice when I purchased them but noticed right quick when I walked through the snow. It makes sense, they were made for aqua aerobics, but still. So now my feet look like colored marshmallows, but they are warm!
The shopping is sort of a game of "where shall we purchase something that won't be a pain in the ass to return it?" My family is notorious for returning stuff. I voted for wrapping up coal with pictures on it, but my mom put the kibosh on that.
Finally saw Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Which I really did like, it was a remarkable movie, and perhaps having Kate Winslet in it won me over, I'm not sure. My only quibble was the part where he was talking about her not reading books, yet she worked at a bookstore and from my own days at the bookstore, you sort of have to read, or fake it. IT's impossible to resist the lure of all those volumes. But it made me sort of sad and serious and longing, a good kind of longing.
And I have learned to crochet, and am making the world's ugliest scarf. Hopefully, it will be followed by the not quite the world's ugliest scarf. I can approach a sort of Zen, I'm not listening state with the crocheting and can pretend to make sensical replies. This doesn't happen when I'm reading. People still talk to me, but mostly I get snippy and gruff. I hate being interrupted while I'm reading.
My parents are as well as can be expected. I love them dearly, and we're all trying not to make each other crazy. Actually, I'm not sure how hard my dad is trying, but I've managed to reign in my temper with him, so that's a perk.
Writing has commenced, a little. I reworked the beginning of Part III, making it less nice, more punchy. And realized that I may be, um, off, on the the bases. First, second, third, I think I have 'em down, but wouldn't object to some comfirmation. And also, there's no equivalent for guys. It's either first or third. I mean technically, I suppose one could say that they have nipples as well, but it just isn't the same!! There should be an equivalent metaphor that girls can use!! Because so far, the answer has just been a frustrated, "That's just how it is!"
This entry is going overboard, me rambling because I have 15 minutes free and unfettered, so I'll wish you all a Merry Christmas, if that's your persuasion, and a happy holiday for the rest of you. Be safe, love each other and take care!
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Date: 2004-12-23 06:46 pm (UTC)I've missed you.
*hugs her girl, runs around her feet a couple of times and collapses in an adoring heap*
By way of explaination: I've been channelling my inner wolf for the last few days. We miss you, the wolf and I.
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Date: 2004-12-28 09:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-23 07:00 pm (UTC)Second Base: "feeling up", while generally breast-based, can be stretched to include any fondling through clothes
Third Base: "heavy petting", i.e., mutual masturbation up to and including orgasm
Home Run: "score", i.e., penetration
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Date: 2004-12-23 07:04 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-12-23 07:21 pm (UTC)Hee. And the lack of equivalent for males is definitely getting exploited:)
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Date: 2004-12-23 07:05 pm (UTC)I sympathize with you on the parents thing, though mine gave up trying not to drive me crazy about two years ago. Now I just resort to counting down how long it will be before they spring the "so what are you doing with the rest of your life?" question on me.
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Date: 2004-12-23 07:19 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-12-23 07:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-23 08:03 pm (UTC)Tomorrow, thirty degrees colder.
WE MISS YOU!
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Date: 2004-12-28 09:33 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-12-23 10:33 pm (UTC)i love that they've invented water shoes. when i was a kid in maine we'd be wearing sneakers into the bay. and they would never quite be the same again. glad you're warmer now though. ;)
enjoy the holidays, i hope that your parents don't make you too crazy. although having just spoken with my mother today i've decided that it may be part of the job description.
and sending you good writing thoughts. *giggles with anticipation*
ps. and regarding the bases, i agree that there should be an equivalent for guys. ;)
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Date: 2004-12-24 07:53 am (UTC)It's good to hear from you, and I'm so happy you're enjoying time with your family, even if they are and will always be your parents. *g*
Wrap up snugly against the cold, keep that blood of yours warm! ♥
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Date: 2004-12-28 09:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-25 04:05 pm (UTC)Ooh! Go, Australian footwear! (You *do* mean what I think you mean, right -- big ol' boots lined with comfy, comfy lambswool? There doesn't happen to be a US style of boot also named 'ugg', which happens to be completely different from the Australian version?)
Hope you're having a great Christmas!
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Date: 2004-12-25 04:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-28 09:27 pm (UTC)So, yeah Australian footwear:)