So, I’ve got this secret santa AND I sent my Amazon Wish List off to friends and family. Soooo . . .
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. (=
So, $Betty$ tagged me for this one. Weird habits, eh? Hrmmm.
Aren’t I just STRANGE?!
Tag . . . Let’s see . . .
So, if you read my Meltdown, you heard about the two friends I had.
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.
So, Jenny was over at her site, making her own confessions, when she tagged *me* to do some confessions. And THEN! Betty threw down the gauntlet, too! AHHH! ME?! Why ME?! Okay, okay, FINE. Fine. Confessions it is…
Alrighty. Let’s see what we’ve got.
I confess – I do most of my blogging from work. Oh, the horror! The evils! How could I? But – it’s true. I cannot help it. It’s just so – tempting. And work now has FireFox on the computers, so it’s even *more* tempting, yes? Yessssssssss. My precious . . . Yessssss . . . it calls to us . . .
I confess – I’m lonely. Seriously lonely. This coming May, it will have been five years since I had any personal contact with a member of the opposite sex. I could really care a less about physical intimacy. It’s more – being held, knowing there’s someone out there to soothe your fears. That sort of thing. Bleh.
I confess – I have a love/hate relationship with the holidays. I love the holidays because I’m a giving person and I adore giving things to people to make them happy. That part of the the holidays is a great joy to me. However. I hate the holidays because of the emphasis placed on being part of a couple. This is via commercials and various advertising campaigns. Christmas is supposed to be a time for family. And yet, all I see are two people – generally of the heterosexual persuasion – as a couple, enjoying the holidays. It’s nearly as bad as stupid Valentine’s Day. (A ‘holiday’ I boycott every damn year.) What about us poor people who are alone? Yeah, thanks so much, you stupid commercials.
I confess – I look damn good today. And those of you who know me know that’s a shocking statement. So – yeah. I must look DAMN good. (;
I confess – I wish I had more people watching my blog. Yes, I admit it. I’ve always wanted to be popular. Yes, I know, the people who do watch my blog are the ones that count. (<3 for Nicodemus, The Italian Angel, Jenny, Luka, Teli, and Betty.) But, you know, sometimes you just wish there were more, mmm?
So! Enough confessions for one day! Betty, Luka, and Jenny have already done this, so – hrmm. Teli, Nicodemus, and Rick – Go! Confess! XD
“I wish with all my might . . . . “
::grins:: I may need to start doing that. For the first several incarnations of my blog, I started the entry with a lyric to a song. It usually related to either the entry or the blog. I miss that. It was fun for me. Sometimes frustrating trying to think of one – but still fun.
ANYway. SANTA! Oh Secret SAAAAAAAAAAAAANTAAAAAA . . .
*points to the side* There’s my listy! YAY! Now, about me. Hrmm. I don’t have a “100 Things” page yet. So, let’s see if I can give you an idea of who I am and what I like. (=
(Just so you don’t have to read this whole darn thing! AHH!)
I am a public school teacher – and I teach mathematics. In addition to that, I am a writer and a graphic artist. No, really. I do use both halves of my brain. Yes, it makes me absent-minded and scatter-brained. Yes, I have issues with left and right. I’m so sad.
I’ve gone through high school and college and I currently live with another person who was in the teaching profession but has since moved onto other pastures. I have a cat named Merlin and he is utterly sweet and loving and adorable.
Because I am left- AND right-brained, I tend to skew more toward puzzle types of video games. Don’t get me wrong, a little Soul Caliber never hurt anyone. (Ooo. Diablo II. Love that game too. I need to hack and slash some more!) But I really love things like Myst, that old 7th Guest game, things like that. Bejewelled I like because it is just addicting and mind-numbing. Shiny. Love shiny. Text twist is also addicting for me. Mmm! Words! Find the WORDS. ::giggles::
I love to read. I find there are few genres of books I have not delved into just yet. Westerns aren’t my favorite, though I’ve been known to read a few. I love mystery stories. I get such a kick out of trying to figure things out. I also go for ‘no brain’ reading – romance novels. XD You know the guy will get the girl in the end. So it’s nice. I do tend to veer more toward mystery romance novels – where there’s something to solve besides ‘how do I get this woman to love me’ and the like. Such as “Oh my god! There’s been a fire at Buckingham Palace! Who set it? WHY!?!” Teehee. Sex and mystery. Mmm. Yes. Sign me up. ::grins::
Movies! YAY! Vampire movies, science fiction movies, comedies. I pretty much like them all. Send ’em on! Give it up, baby! (;
Music. Rap and country are RIGHT out. Ugh. Not my favorites. Everything else? I usually give everything a listen once or twice. (=
Hrmmmm. Is that enough? Or do you need more? ::grins:: Let me know! YAY!
(I’m such a greedy wench. XD )
