It’s no secret that I’m a bit of a picky B. I would rather have a few very close friends than a flock of people I only sort of know. With a few exceptions I find that most of my good friends tend to have boy parts. I really don’t know how that works out but it’s been the case since I can remember.
Skipping ahead a bit. Went to the Psychologist yesterday (the same one that wants to see me twice a month because I’m “fragile”) and he basically told me that I’m emotionally clogged. Um, ok. After some explaining I understand that apparently I function on a more rational level when dealing with emotions and not the random roller coaster of fun most women experience. I’m only going to say this once… I don’t believe he knows me at all after this bit. I’ve been seeing him well over a year and he thinks I keep stuff bottled up? Really? I have no filter. Everything that goes through my brain is regurgitated by my mouth. Does that not apply to my feelings? Apparently not.
After talking to some of my good friends I have to say that maybe the good doctor’s got a point. So here’s where I get to explain something that I’m going to attempt. Call it a warning of sorts. I’m going to try to actually express and embrace the emotions that I have. I rely entirely too much on thinking things through and trying to rationalize these kinds of things.
So if you see me with a tear or two please understand. I’m an open book. Ask me if you want to know. I’ll tell you. But make sure you really do want to know. And to my friends with boy parts, please remember that a woman won’t drown in a couple of tears and making her laugh usually just pisses her off (ok maybe that’s just me). A hug goes a long way.
I’m on Facebook (FB). I suspect that many of you reading this were directed here from FB yourselves. That’s good! I love my readers!
If you are a FB’er how many friends do you have? I’m not talking about the fleshy friends we all have. How many FB “friends” do you have? I personally have 63 “friends” on Facebook. I say “friends” because I can’t even tell you how many people on my friends list I’ve seen in the last ten years. Sadly, I’m falling very close to becoming a Facebook “collector”.
I’ve turned down my own family’s friend invitations because I believed some of them to be serial Facebook collectors. We’re talking 500+ “friends”. Really? I feel guilty about not being able to keep up with the friends I currently have let alone 500 more. Quality over quantity I believe should be the message here.
So, I ask you, are you a collector or are you being collected?
Roadrunners vs. Amarillo Bulls
I really do like ice boxing. I know that there’s more to hockey than ice, a puck, and a few nets. There’s the toss-the-gloves-and-helmet-on-the-ice-fist-to-cuffs-fighting part that I just love! Yes, before you ask, I also used to watch racing just for the wrecks. Yes, I’m in therapy.
The jalapeno poppers were a huge success! They were put in the smoker so they took longer than I had expected but Chef Curt said they would. I tried to get a few pictures but they disappeared faster than expected. A huge hit! There was a bit of a debate if these were the food of the Gods or the Demi-Gods. I think they agreed on Demi-gods. I will definitely remember this one for future cookouts. They were really good just the way they were but to make them mindbogglingly amazing I think I would add just the tiniest touch of chopped cherries into the cream cheese filling (thanks for the idea SBob).
SBob passing out "bacon-wrapped food of the Demi-Gods"
I had to spend a completely beautiful 60+ degree day INSIDE AT WORK yesterday. I was not happy. I was really not happy. I think I would have been more accepting of it if today were about the same as yesterday and not 40 degrees outside. That really sucks. I guess I can’t complain too much. I’ve lived in the Midwest for most of my life more than a few years now and I should be pretty used to the drastic weather changes around here. I guess I’m used to them… but I’m sure not happy about them.
Anyway, on to the happy thought that kept me from sulking about yesterday…
I really really like hugs. From just about anyone that means anything to me a hug can be just the thing. From my mom it is an outward expression of how much I mean to her and that we really do have a great relationship. From my sister it means that we’re done with the stupid she’s-on-my-side-of-the-back-seat fights and have finally become the friends my mother always threatened we would become. From my urban family it can express that they really do embody the word family. But it’s the hugs that I share with my husband that I treasure the most. I’m considerably smaller than he is so a hug in his arms is all encompassing. I feel safe and warm. It is the most reassuring thing for me. If I’ve had a bad day a hug is an instant fix. It it a wordless way to reconnect with someone. And one that I really love.
So here’s the list so far…
ClockTower- Have idea just not funds yet
Silent Bob- Done
MomD- Have idea just not funds yet
MomB- No idea
DadB- No idea
Work friends- A little less than half done making things.
I would say that’s not a bad looking list considering there’s still 52 days till Christmas. Since money is tight I try to start shopping around September if I can. A little money here and there is SO much easier to part with than a huge chunk all at once. No credit cards either. I don’t have any more and I want to keep it that way. I learned long ago that a big expensive holiday means big scary bills come January. NOT.THIS.TIME.
It is a source of pride for me to be able to find the perfect gift for someone with out spending a ton of money on the gift. It’s an art. I try to pay attention throughout the year. If you do this you can pick up on little things. For instance, a friend might mention that they have a favorite movie but are having a hard time finding it on dvd. Take that bit of info and you can really make them happy come gift time. A little help from a search engine and most of the time for less that $20 you have their ultimate gift. No, it’s not a super cool digital flat screen the size of my garage door (who gives those any way?… no, really, I want numbers people) but it is something that they will really enjoy and you were the little mouse that took a few seconds to remember something that person said months ago. Oh, and what ever you do PLEASE, unless the person actually asks for gift cards, refrain from the gift of flashy plastic that screams “You’re not good enough a friend for me to actually think about what would make you smile”. Please, take this newly found knowledge and use it for good this season.
Editors note: The Rambler LOVES to receive gift cards. It gives her an excuse to go shopping for herself!