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Dec. 13th, 2005 05:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jianantonicWhy do people like spicy food? I hate it! For me, it's pure pain. Jeremy says there's more flavor, but to me, it's less because the second the food hits my tongue, all I can "taste" is heat and pain. And I hate how food gets spicier (if it was spicy to begin with) when you reheat it. What's with that? I could barely swallow my Indian food leftovers:( I think when she boxed up our pakoras, the waitress got the orange stuff all over the rest of the food. Whew.
Anyway, it turns out I am a daddy's girl. I just never knew it because my father doesn't talk. To anyone. But lately he's been a lot more open and outgoing, so we've done the father-daughter thing a lot more these past few months. I emailed him the other day to ask him to pull some strings at VT for me to see if I could get a special gift for someone who's going through a tough time. I don't want to get specific, because it's a personal thing, but this person is a Hokie fan and I know s/he would appreciate a unique item of memorabilia. Given my father's connections, I figured I could probably score some personalized something - like a football signed by Beamer and the guys, or a card, or whatever else. Anyway, my dad forwarded my email on to one of the big wigs in hokieland along with his own message on my behalf, and he cc'd it to me. He told the guy that "whatever he can do, Nan and I would really appreciate it" and "If there's any cost involved, just let me know and I'll send you a check immediately." Aww. A) My dad is not the kind to try and pull strings, so I knew it was a long shot asking him in the first place. B) My dad never volunteers to pay for something, especially not even knowing the cost. For some people, that may be nothing, but it means a lot to me. That's not to minimalize my father's affections - I couldn't ask for a better dad, it's just that we don't usually interact this way. So I'm feeling all warm and fuzzy.
I had planned today to go shopping while Jer is at work - hit the mall, Target, etc, maybe buy some gifts for coworkers - I'm all about a gift exchange, as long as it's optional and isn't Christmas-specific, which this one is. However, I decided not to go out today. I'm just not feeling the vibe right now. Though I will be going into town tomorrow for yoga, so I figured I'd shop then. And I will be shopping primarily for myself, thankyouverymuch. We all know how I hate Christmas for the corruption of the meaning and the hyperconsumerism and all that, but today I came up with another reason to dislike the so-called holiday. If I want to do any shopping for myself between November and January, someone, ten someones, guilt trips me about it. You shouldn't be shopping for yourself! It's the season of giving! Okay, then give me a fucking break! It's also the season of I need winter clothes because I'm 25 pounds lighter than I was this time last year. It's also the season of I treat every season the same because I'm the same person year round, and if I want something for me, I'm getting it just like I would if it were any other time of year, dammit. So in addition to gifts for coworkers, I was going to pick up Shopgirl (in book form) for myself, since everyone is raving about it, a pair of brown boots to go with the sassy blue dress I got this weekend, some new underwear (you can't make me feel guilty about new underwear!), some snow pants, tights (also for sassy blue dress), and long socks. Do I need all of these things? No. Will I need them in January? No. So why not buy them now? I want them now. I can afford them now. Well, I'm getting them tomorrow.
I haven't decided if I'll post an annual Christmas rant yet. I'm sure something will set me off between now and then that will warrant it. Until then, if you want to know why I hate Christmas so much, just check the archives of this journal around 12/23/04. I think that's when I wrote it last year.
So instead of shopping, I'm doing laundry. Schloads of it. Once that's done, some things are going to get officially retired, i.e., taken to my mom's for a future yard sale. And I'll go to the gym later, to make sure I never need to bring my XL's out of retirement again.
Peace.
Anyway, it turns out I am a daddy's girl. I just never knew it because my father doesn't talk. To anyone. But lately he's been a lot more open and outgoing, so we've done the father-daughter thing a lot more these past few months. I emailed him the other day to ask him to pull some strings at VT for me to see if I could get a special gift for someone who's going through a tough time. I don't want to get specific, because it's a personal thing, but this person is a Hokie fan and I know s/he would appreciate a unique item of memorabilia. Given my father's connections, I figured I could probably score some personalized something - like a football signed by Beamer and the guys, or a card, or whatever else. Anyway, my dad forwarded my email on to one of the big wigs in hokieland along with his own message on my behalf, and he cc'd it to me. He told the guy that "whatever he can do, Nan and I would really appreciate it" and "If there's any cost involved, just let me know and I'll send you a check immediately." Aww. A) My dad is not the kind to try and pull strings, so I knew it was a long shot asking him in the first place. B) My dad never volunteers to pay for something, especially not even knowing the cost. For some people, that may be nothing, but it means a lot to me. That's not to minimalize my father's affections - I couldn't ask for a better dad, it's just that we don't usually interact this way. So I'm feeling all warm and fuzzy.
I had planned today to go shopping while Jer is at work - hit the mall, Target, etc, maybe buy some gifts for coworkers - I'm all about a gift exchange, as long as it's optional and isn't Christmas-specific, which this one is. However, I decided not to go out today. I'm just not feeling the vibe right now. Though I will be going into town tomorrow for yoga, so I figured I'd shop then. And I will be shopping primarily for myself, thankyouverymuch. We all know how I hate Christmas for the corruption of the meaning and the hyperconsumerism and all that, but today I came up with another reason to dislike the so-called holiday. If I want to do any shopping for myself between November and January, someone, ten someones, guilt trips me about it. You shouldn't be shopping for yourself! It's the season of giving! Okay, then give me a fucking break! It's also the season of I need winter clothes because I'm 25 pounds lighter than I was this time last year. It's also the season of I treat every season the same because I'm the same person year round, and if I want something for me, I'm getting it just like I would if it were any other time of year, dammit. So in addition to gifts for coworkers, I was going to pick up Shopgirl (in book form) for myself, since everyone is raving about it, a pair of brown boots to go with the sassy blue dress I got this weekend, some new underwear (you can't make me feel guilty about new underwear!), some snow pants, tights (also for sassy blue dress), and long socks. Do I need all of these things? No. Will I need them in January? No. So why not buy them now? I want them now. I can afford them now. Well, I'm getting them tomorrow.
I haven't decided if I'll post an annual Christmas rant yet. I'm sure something will set me off between now and then that will warrant it. Until then, if you want to know why I hate Christmas so much, just check the archives of this journal around 12/23/04. I think that's when I wrote it last year.
So instead of shopping, I'm doing laundry. Schloads of it. Once that's done, some things are going to get officially retired, i.e., taken to my mom's for a future yard sale. And I'll go to the gym later, to make sure I never need to bring my XL's out of retirement again.
Peace.
