Let's see... In a few of weeks, it'll be my birthday. A few weeks after that, it'll be time for Thanksgiving, along with Matt's birthday. (And Karen's, incidentally.) And Thanksgiving officially begins the Christmas season (at least, it does for me) so there'll be a month of fun. And this year, I won't be laid off. (Well, I hope not, anyway.)
Matt laughs at me - I'm already trying to figure out how to re-arrange the living room to accomodate a tree, and planning my baking, and going through catalogs for present ideas. (Last year, we did about 90% of our Christmas shopping through catalogs or over the internet, and boy was that nice...) But really, it needs planning! Since I won't be laid off this year, I'll have less than half the time I did last year, and I hardly spent December last year in a funk of boredom!
He still laughs. I don't mind, though. He'll appreciate it when it comes around.
There's not much to tell about the weekend. Friday we met up with K.T. and Kevin and Greg and Braz and Kris and we all went pumpkin-shopping. It was a comedy of errors. My officemate, trying to be helpful, gave me a landmark to use when I was giving Kris directions to K.T.'s, and she used the landmark rather than my actual directions, and got lost. Braz and Matt and I ran into traffic and were late. K.T. remembered incorrectly the location of the pumpkin patch and we drove around in circles for a while until we found it. K.T., who's very particular about her pumpkins, didn't find anything she liked, and wanted to go to a second patch, but by now it was nearly nine, and we were about to inveigh against it when she saw, off to the side, her perfect pumpkin.
So we all went to Darryl's for dinner, which was better for some of us than others. Darryl's can do no wrong in K.T.'s eyes, but I'll be shocked if Braz ever goes back voluntarily. By the time we finished, it was nearly 11, and Kris was falling asleep in our booth.
Saturday was fairly uneventful. I spent it crocheting cute little pumpkins, which thankfully used up the last of some awful orange yarn I had laying around. Saturday night was K.T.'s game, which might have been fun if everyone hadn't kept getting distracted. I couldn't get too mad - I've been known to have a distracted evening, myself, but I started feeling like a babysitter, as often as I had to shoo everyone back toward the topic at hand.
The funniest thing that happened was when Joel took the lettuce, tomato, and pickles off his hamburger, and I teased him a little... And he claimed that the vegetables were unhealthy - that the pickles had too much salt, the tomatoes had too much acid, and the lettuce was wilted. I wouldn't have found it so hysterical if he'd just said he didn't like them. Heaven knows I'm picky enough that I can't point fingers at anyone else. But to claim health reasons - when he was getting at least three times the sodium from the french fries, acid from his extra-large soda, and since when was (only the tiniest bit) wilted lettuce a health hazard? It was just too funny.
The most pitiful thing that happened was before we started, before K.T., Kevin, and Joel even showed up. John and I were sitting in the University Center (we game on William and Mary's campus) waiting for them, and John was telling me about a game he was playing. Have you ever seen the Red Dwarf episode where Rimmer is telling Dave about a game of Risk he once played, and it's so boring it's funny because Rimmer is just listing all the dice rolls? I didn't think stuff like that happened in real life, and now I know better. That's all I'm going to say.
Sunday I spent being a complete slug. Except for occasionally helping with the laundry, one trip to the drugstore to pick up my allergy medicine, and one trip to the Chinese food place for dinner, I spent the entire day in my chair crocheting.
Actually, it felt pretty good.
Word of the Day: inveigh - to protest or complain bitterly or vehemently; rail
- nothing
Current Projects:
- crafty things!
Diet Progress: 14.5 lbs lost - Gah. Still plateauing.
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