As I get older and older and older and older...you get the idea that 40 is looming, yes?...I have a harder time trying to figure out what I need for Christmas. W. and I are not lavish gift givers--I usually buy my own gifts from him. We have never really felt the need to spend the big bucks and, for the past few years, we haven't had loads of extra money lying around come holiday time. He humors my annual jaunts to England or New York or Atlanta or Europe (I leave March 31 for a ten-day trip, woohoo!) and I go out in public with him when he wears overalls (handyman stores only. I have my standards). I do, however, have to cough up a list for my sister, my mom and MIL. This year's was particularly exciting--get ready:
1. an electric skillet. I had no idea I needed one until I realized that I didn't have one AND that I can't fry anything on my stove because one side of the pan is always hotter than the other.
2. a ginormous tote bag/purse/carry-on thing that I think will look tres chic in Paris and Rome and will probably only use on such trips. But it's really pretty.
3. a laptop case. Just because.
4. a new travel charger and a steamer
Try not to drool--it's a great list, I know. I also really need new kitchen towels and dishrags as well as all new baking sheets (I do actually cook, thankyouverymuch), but I'll just look for those when I shop a bit after the holidays. The list is pathetic, I know. I started to put some more exciting things on the list like perfume, but A. it's so damned expensive and B. I don't really NEED it. Thus my list is a yawn (better than W.'s which includes new overalls and something for his chainsaw) and that's depressing. I refuse to be depressed during the holidays--especially while there is vodka and my new obsession sugar free Red Bull in the house, so here is my Pretend Christmas List.
I need/want
1. a Scantron machine for grading bubble sheets. yeah, that's geeky gift, but it would be such a HUGE quality of life booster that I'm willing to be a geek for it.
2. a vacuum cleaner that doesn't require unwinding the cord in order to use the hose thingy. But it has to be a Dyson vacuum because I will never own another brand. Ever. They're that good.
3. something that will make my keys findable instantly when I am ready to leave the house. It's pathetic, really, that someone who has graduated from college not one, not two, but FOUR frigging times cannot keep up with keys. Or sunglasses, for that matter. If I was all absent-minded professory and lost in a fog of theorems and policy, that would be one thing, but the most pressing thing on my mind most days is "What should my facebook status update say?" or "Why can't I remember to put the tights that are too short for me in the trash when I take them off instead of putting them with the other ones and then wearing them to work yet again?". So you can see, my shortcomings are not even remotely quirky--just ridiculous. I need a smart person to configure such a device--the key thing, I mean, not something quirky.
4. a highlighting cap that doesn't take forever and a day to pull hair through AND also doesn't cause pain to the wearer. I'm bored with my hair and want to do blonder highlights, but I don't dare just brush them on because I'll end up with transparent chunks if past performance is any indicator. I'd also like a personal hair stylist to come do my hair color monthly, but that would be greedy. Plus, I'd have to clean my house before she came up.
5. my own bowling ball. There. I said it. Laugh, point, jeer. I don't care. Using a house ball is KILLING my old, arthritic hands and making teaching very difficult, not to mention making practicing impossible.
6. a self cleaning refrigerator. They can do this with ovens. Why not step it up and do it for fridges? I realize that ovens use heat for the process, BUT once upon a time, I thought that self-cleaning ovens had some sort of foam in them that you just pushed a button for like that EZ-Off stuff that you spray--you know the stuff. I was utterly shocked to find out that all the supposedly miraculous self-cleaning ovens just got really, really hot. So I'm thinking a fridge that has some sort of dispenser is totally doable...just get one of those professory types to work out all the details.
1. an electric skillet. I had no idea I needed one until I realized that I didn't have one AND that I can't fry anything on my stove because one side of the pan is always hotter than the other.
2. a ginormous tote bag/purse/carry-on thing that I think will look tres chic in Paris and Rome and will probably only use on such trips. But it's really pretty.
3. a laptop case. Just because.
4. a new travel charger and a steamer
Try not to drool--it's a great list, I know. I also really need new kitchen towels and dishrags as well as all new baking sheets (I do actually cook, thankyouverymuch), but I'll just look for those when I shop a bit after the holidays. The list is pathetic, I know. I started to put some more exciting things on the list like perfume, but A. it's so damned expensive and B. I don't really NEED it. Thus my list is a yawn (better than W.'s which includes new overalls and something for his chainsaw) and that's depressing. I refuse to be depressed during the holidays--especially while there is vodka and my new obsession sugar free Red Bull in the house, so here is my Pretend Christmas List.
I need/want
1. a Scantron machine for grading bubble sheets. yeah, that's geeky gift, but it would be such a HUGE quality of life booster that I'm willing to be a geek for it.
2. a vacuum cleaner that doesn't require unwinding the cord in order to use the hose thingy. But it has to be a Dyson vacuum because I will never own another brand. Ever. They're that good.
3. something that will make my keys findable instantly when I am ready to leave the house. It's pathetic, really, that someone who has graduated from college not one, not two, but FOUR frigging times cannot keep up with keys. Or sunglasses, for that matter. If I was all absent-minded professory and lost in a fog of theorems and policy, that would be one thing, but the most pressing thing on my mind most days is "What should my facebook status update say?" or "Why can't I remember to put the tights that are too short for me in the trash when I take them off instead of putting them with the other ones and then wearing them to work yet again?". So you can see, my shortcomings are not even remotely quirky--just ridiculous. I need a smart person to configure such a device--the key thing, I mean, not something quirky.
4. a highlighting cap that doesn't take forever and a day to pull hair through AND also doesn't cause pain to the wearer. I'm bored with my hair and want to do blonder highlights, but I don't dare just brush them on because I'll end up with transparent chunks if past performance is any indicator. I'd also like a personal hair stylist to come do my hair color monthly, but that would be greedy. Plus, I'd have to clean my house before she came up.
5. my own bowling ball. There. I said it. Laugh, point, jeer. I don't care. Using a house ball is KILLING my old, arthritic hands and making teaching very difficult, not to mention making practicing impossible.
6. a self cleaning refrigerator. They can do this with ovens. Why not step it up and do it for fridges? I realize that ovens use heat for the process, BUT once upon a time, I thought that self-cleaning ovens had some sort of foam in them that you just pushed a button for like that EZ-Off stuff that you spray--you know the stuff. I was utterly shocked to find out that all the supposedly miraculous self-cleaning ovens just got really, really hot. So I'm thinking a fridge that has some sort of dispenser is totally doable...just get one of those professory types to work out all the details.
Labels: copying dweeze and just making up new tags, getting old, materialism
Sister and I are hanging at my parents' house for the weekend in honor of my sister's bday and Christmas. Via the wonder that is myspace, I tracked down a guy from high school that was in the band with us and he's doing karaoke at a bar here, so S. and I went to see him tonight. It was rather eerie because he and my sister both look VERY much like they did in high school (a few pounds, but otherwise no change). Then we listened to loads of singers performing songs from our 80's high school days--most of them were fairly decent, which was suprising. I'm sure the quality declined as the night went on.
I've been coming to Chattanooga on a fairily regular basis and it's been sort of like a time warp for me in a way. I grew up here (for the most part, we moved to the area when I was seven and left when I was twenty), but once I got married and the parentals moved to WV, I stopped going down there, so that was a span of nearly 15 years that I was out of the loop. Now coming back it's rather bizarre to see how things change and stay the same.
I've been coming to Chattanooga on a fairily regular basis and it's been sort of like a time warp for me in a way. I grew up here (for the most part, we moved to the area when I was seven and left when I was twenty), but once I got married and the parentals moved to WV, I stopped going down there, so that was a span of nearly 15 years that I was out of the loop. Now coming back it's rather bizarre to see how things change and stay the same.
Labels: getting old, ramble
Merry Christmas To All And To All A Good Night!
3 Comments Published by Kimmah on Tuesday, December 25, 2007 at 11:31 PM.
Christmas is almost over here in Middle Tennessee. The kids and W. are long since asleep. Me, I had to wait up until 11.30 so I could take my last dose of Demerol for the night--the knee is being partiularly ornery tonight. I did fine most of the day, and I suppose I overdid things--the back is has a nasty looking knot on it. I shudder to think what is inside that knot--it's looking a bit red and funky, so I think I'll be calling the doctor just to check in. I need this to heal, not drag out into some medical horror story.
Anyway, today was a very lovely, laid-back Christmas. W. was up around 4.30 to make breakfast before he went to work--he definitely has some keeper qualities. Steak, country ham and biscuits. Yummy. I had planned to get up around the same time, but since I was up in the middle of the night dealing with an asthmaticly coughing 8-year-old, I 'slept in' until 5.00. I'm such a bum, lol. Got up and puttered around in the living room getting things just right and then we woke the kids up around 5.15 or so. It took about ten minutes to get them up and going, but once they were awake, they were bouncing. It was so much fun to see Jay and Sam's reactions to their loot. Five was more subdued--it's hard when one of your presents costs two or three times what a brother's does. I tried really hard to make sure they each got three 'big' gifts and then supplemented. I got this idea from a friend--she explains to her kids that Jesus was given three special gifts and that's why we get gifts now. My kids have actually gotten much more into the whole list thing since I told them to just choose three things. They put lots of thought into it and shuffle stuff around as needed.
The Moon Shoes that Jay wanted are actually sort of cool. I'm sure they will just be a novelty, but I liked the idea that they required physical activity, so even if he plays with them once a month, that's better than sitting watching tv for that time. Sam got a scooter--he didn't ask for one, but again, I'm trying to push the outside activities. He said that Santa must really like him to bring such a cool scooter AND a red helmet (red is his favorite color). Five tried to be excited about the fact that he got clothes from Santa--I know he wsn't, but it was stuff he needed, so I decided to add it in to his very paltry looking pile of DVD/PS2 games and a huge Beatles Anthology book.
W. had to go to work at 6.45, so that left me and the boys home alone for the day. Our present to him was a clean house, so we played and napped (them and me) and then I organized a fairly effective cleaning of the dining room (the table had been buried for months upon months). We had to move loads of junk here and there--well, I say 'we', but it was mainly Five. Now there is a huge mess in the office, but I've decided that it makes more sense for one room to be a disaster than for six of them to be, so we started the offloading today. I had Jay on his hands and knees cleaning baseboards and Sam was dusting window sills. By the end of the afternoon, the dining room was shining, a bathroom had been cleaned, the hall had been swept (mostly) and the baseboards in the halls, dining room and part of the kitchen were clean. Floors were mopped and vac'd and everything just looked better overall. Tomorrow and Thursday are bedroom days. They will be painful.
Nice time at MIL's for Christmas dinner. I didn't take any cooked food this year thanks to SIL having pity on me being crippled and on my own. We didn't have any other folks at MIL's, so it was very easygoing and chatty. My boys were hell on wheels, but that's the norm when they get in a confined space without a television or other distraction. The fart putty (or toot in a can as Sam calls it) certainly didn't do much to calm them, lmao.
I went to pick up W. and took him back to MIL's so he could eat and do gifts--he'd worked a 12 hour shift at the hospital and was pretty dead. His feet didn't hurt as much and I am crediting the diabetic socks that I gave him. No, I don't know what makes socks 'diabetic', but I figured they would be comfy and easy on the feet, so I bought them. We'll do a comparison tomorrow to see if it was the socks or not.
So, another Christmas in the books. It's hard to believe that I've been doing the Santa gig since 1993...that's 14 times. It's even harder to believe that I'm over halfway done doing it...and just about to the point where I don't have a believer. Today Sam said, "Wow, Santa sure is a generous man." I almost cried it was so sweet. And while it will be nice, I suppose, to get the credit for the gifts in a few years, I don't know that they will be nearly as awe-inspiring as they are right now. That's a little bit sad.
I hope everyone (or three) that reads this has had an equally blessed Christmas. Take it easy this week and let's get ready to welcome in 2008--the year that I personally feel will be Kimmah's Year.
Anyway, today was a very lovely, laid-back Christmas. W. was up around 4.30 to make breakfast before he went to work--he definitely has some keeper qualities. Steak, country ham and biscuits. Yummy. I had planned to get up around the same time, but since I was up in the middle of the night dealing with an asthmaticly coughing 8-year-old, I 'slept in' until 5.00. I'm such a bum, lol. Got up and puttered around in the living room getting things just right and then we woke the kids up around 5.15 or so. It took about ten minutes to get them up and going, but once they were awake, they were bouncing. It was so much fun to see Jay and Sam's reactions to their loot. Five was more subdued--it's hard when one of your presents costs two or three times what a brother's does. I tried really hard to make sure they each got three 'big' gifts and then supplemented. I got this idea from a friend--she explains to her kids that Jesus was given three special gifts and that's why we get gifts now. My kids have actually gotten much more into the whole list thing since I told them to just choose three things. They put lots of thought into it and shuffle stuff around as needed.
The Moon Shoes that Jay wanted are actually sort of cool. I'm sure they will just be a novelty, but I liked the idea that they required physical activity, so even if he plays with them once a month, that's better than sitting watching tv for that time. Sam got a scooter--he didn't ask for one, but again, I'm trying to push the outside activities. He said that Santa must really like him to bring such a cool scooter AND a red helmet (red is his favorite color). Five tried to be excited about the fact that he got clothes from Santa--I know he wsn't, but it was stuff he needed, so I decided to add it in to his very paltry looking pile of DVD/PS2 games and a huge Beatles Anthology book.
W. had to go to work at 6.45, so that left me and the boys home alone for the day. Our present to him was a clean house, so we played and napped (them and me) and then I organized a fairly effective cleaning of the dining room (the table had been buried for months upon months). We had to move loads of junk here and there--well, I say 'we', but it was mainly Five. Now there is a huge mess in the office, but I've decided that it makes more sense for one room to be a disaster than for six of them to be, so we started the offloading today. I had Jay on his hands and knees cleaning baseboards and Sam was dusting window sills. By the end of the afternoon, the dining room was shining, a bathroom had been cleaned, the hall had been swept (mostly) and the baseboards in the halls, dining room and part of the kitchen were clean. Floors were mopped and vac'd and everything just looked better overall. Tomorrow and Thursday are bedroom days. They will be painful.
Nice time at MIL's for Christmas dinner. I didn't take any cooked food this year thanks to SIL having pity on me being crippled and on my own. We didn't have any other folks at MIL's, so it was very easygoing and chatty. My boys were hell on wheels, but that's the norm when they get in a confined space without a television or other distraction. The fart putty (or toot in a can as Sam calls it) certainly didn't do much to calm them, lmao.
I went to pick up W. and took him back to MIL's so he could eat and do gifts--he'd worked a 12 hour shift at the hospital and was pretty dead. His feet didn't hurt as much and I am crediting the diabetic socks that I gave him. No, I don't know what makes socks 'diabetic', but I figured they would be comfy and easy on the feet, so I bought them. We'll do a comparison tomorrow to see if it was the socks or not.
So, another Christmas in the books. It's hard to believe that I've been doing the Santa gig since 1993...that's 14 times. It's even harder to believe that I'm over halfway done doing it...and just about to the point where I don't have a believer. Today Sam said, "Wow, Santa sure is a generous man." I almost cried it was so sweet. And while it will be nice, I suppose, to get the credit for the gifts in a few years, I don't know that they will be nearly as awe-inspiring as they are right now. That's a little bit sad.
I hope everyone (or three) that reads this has had an equally blessed Christmas. Take it easy this week and let's get ready to welcome in 2008--the year that I personally feel will be Kimmah's Year.
Labels: funny kids, getting old, holidays, my life, serious
things i enjoy:
- bananas
- whole wheat baguettey french bread from kroger
- max factor volume couture mascara in soft black or auburn
- cheese
- flip flops
- laminating
- sharp scissors
- cheap bottled water from aldi
- maroon 5
- muscle sculpting classes at the Y
- digital cameras
- pedicures
- cinnamon graham crackers
- short hair
- hot tubs
- boats
- banana boat sunscreen spray
- ipod
- dvr'd top chef and the closer
- a well written sentence
- london and new york
- hair straightening products and utensils
- myspace surveys
- stila tinted moisturizer
- cold zin
- lavendar and maroon
- blogs
- freshmen
- wedge sandals
- grilled chicken
things i hate:
- sweating in the car
- leg cramps
- yaz birth control pills
- protein shakes
- squash
- putting away laundry
- torturous undies
- shaving my legs
- 'pro' wrestling
- senior girls with attitude
- smelly middle schoolers
- frigging legos
- step aerobics
- bad local commercials
- morons on message boards
- spammers on myspace
- balancing my checking accounts
- being late
- being so far away from friends
- dog hair
- spider veins
- hangnails
- woody allen movies
- road contruction
- drunken neighbors
- cartoons
- arm fat
- run on sentences
- holy rollers
- getting old
Labels: English, fashion, food, getting old, imaginary friends, inebriation, makeup, meme, physical exertion, ramble, stupid normal people, television, travel, who doesn't love a list
what would you do differently?
2 Comments Published by Kimmah on Saturday, June 09, 2007 at 4:43 PM.
with all the graduations and such right now, i was asked what i would do differently if i could go back and have a do over from graduation forward. interesting. i made some incredibly STUPID choices along the way to becoming an 'adult', so yeah, i'd like to think i could do better next time around, although i suppose all those 'choices' made me a better person in the long run. but, to play along, here goes:
1. put some thought into choosing a major or just be 'undecided' for a year. i wasted time swapping around for two years.
2. realize the importance of college in relation to job-related experiences and take advantage of more of them.
3. enjoy college for what it was and leave high school and that drama behind.
4. in relation to 3, dump the high school boyfriend before i got there. for both our sakes.
5. in relation to 3, don't try to make old friends and old boyfriends into something they aren't and just calm the hell down.
6. go abroad for junior year
7. live on my own longer
8. exercise better judgement in social situations
9. don't eat so freaking much crap food
10. appreciate and enjoy every minute of college.
all in all, i cannot complain, really. i had a great experience, i made lifelong friends, i 'traveled' (chattanooga, virginia, connecticut, gatlinburg, lmao) with friends and had great times, i ended up with a fantastic job, i met my husband...it's all good in the end, right?
1. put some thought into choosing a major or just be 'undecided' for a year. i wasted time swapping around for two years.
2. realize the importance of college in relation to job-related experiences and take advantage of more of them.
3. enjoy college for what it was and leave high school and that drama behind.
4. in relation to 3, dump the high school boyfriend before i got there. for both our sakes.
5. in relation to 3, don't try to make old friends and old boyfriends into something they aren't and just calm the hell down.
6. go abroad for junior year
7. live on my own longer
8. exercise better judgement in social situations
9. don't eat so freaking much crap food
10. appreciate and enjoy every minute of college.
all in all, i cannot complain, really. i had a great experience, i made lifelong friends, i 'traveled' (chattanooga, virginia, connecticut, gatlinburg, lmao) with friends and had great times, i ended up with a fantastic job, i met my husband...it's all good in the end, right?
Labels: advice, getting old, who doesn't love a list
I posted myself on OT today for the first time ever. I had to sit and think about it for a long time before I did it because once upon a time, sleeeve and I had a bet (if you don't know sleeeve then this will be pointless--sorry). It came about in the bar one night when we were discussing age. His age was one of several deep dark secrets that he guarded fairly closely--such as his name, where he worked, etc. Anyway, somehow we came up with this bet where I told him that I could find out his full name and age before he could find a picture of me online. It sort of grew from there.
I took all pictures of me down everywhere that was even remotely public. He would try to trick me or other people into letting him win. He actually almost DID win one night when he hacked into my yahoo mail totally on accident while we were IM'ing. Because he has ethics and the like, he automatically signed out (I wish I still had the archive of that chat. It was hysterical when he realized that he had figured out my insanely easy password). If he'd just looked, there were a couple of emails sitting right there in the inbox from sheila labeled PICTURES or something like that. They were from a concert in Memphis we'd been to.
I never posted a picture of myself anywhere he could get it and all my friends who might have one were sworn to uphold the agreement. His solicitations on my blog requesting photos were never successful and I was equally unlucky in my quest, although I did get fairly close on some stuff thanks to my super-sleuthing skills, lmao.
And then he just disappeared on me. Gone. I'm not sure what happened--life, I'm sure. He had a girlfriend and there was a lot going on at work. We went from emailing frequently and chatting every weekend to once every couple of weeks to nothing. No idea what's going on with him or anything.
So, feeling very nostalgic and being absolutely immersed in photos from the past few days of school-related things with my seniors, I decided to just give him the win and post a picture. It was harder than I thought it would be, oddly enough. I'd put pics on my myspace for a few months, but that was pretty private. Putting one on OT just sort of sealed the deal. I guess I can post one here now, too. No sense in "hiding" anymore.
On the Tube in London with a student. Excuse the dire need for powder.
I took all pictures of me down everywhere that was even remotely public. He would try to trick me or other people into letting him win. He actually almost DID win one night when he hacked into my yahoo mail totally on accident while we were IM'ing. Because he has ethics and the like, he automatically signed out (I wish I still had the archive of that chat. It was hysterical when he realized that he had figured out my insanely easy password). If he'd just looked, there were a couple of emails sitting right there in the inbox from sheila labeled PICTURES or something like that. They were from a concert in Memphis we'd been to.
I never posted a picture of myself anywhere he could get it and all my friends who might have one were sworn to uphold the agreement. His solicitations on my blog requesting photos were never successful and I was equally unlucky in my quest, although I did get fairly close on some stuff thanks to my super-sleuthing skills, lmao.
And then he just disappeared on me. Gone. I'm not sure what happened--life, I'm sure. He had a girlfriend and there was a lot going on at work. We went from emailing frequently and chatting every weekend to once every couple of weeks to nothing. No idea what's going on with him or anything.
So, feeling very nostalgic and being absolutely immersed in photos from the past few days of school-related things with my seniors, I decided to just give him the win and post a picture. It was harder than I thought it would be, oddly enough. I'd put pics on my myspace for a few months, but that was pretty private. Putting one on OT just sort of sealed the deal. I guess I can post one here now, too. No sense in "hiding" anymore.
On the Tube in London with a student. Excuse the dire need for powder.
Labels: getting old, good times, inquiring minds, pictures
I've mentioned it before, but good gods. I stayed up until 1.30 last night (after drinking copious amounts of wine AND eating Krystals at midnight, heaven help me) and slept like the dead until 8.30, but I am still almost comatose from "lack of sleep". This aging thing sucks more and more. How on earth do, ahem, mature adults become functioning alcoholics? I need two days of sleep to recover from one night of drinking. Ridiculous.
Labels: getting old, inebriation, mindless entertainment
So you ever want to get drunk for no good reason?
Just feel the temptation to drink yourself into oblivion? Once upon a time, I could drink with no regard for the after effects. I'd drink a fair amount, be blitzty and maybe have a headache the next day or feel a little funky. That was it. Every once in a great while, I had the misfortune to throw up--usually when I made the mistake to drink tequila in some form or fashion or when I just REALLY overdid it with something like beer and had some weird food, but I could probably count those times on both hands (like anyone really cares about that). Sidenote, Cary wasn't around when I had my really unfortunate run-in with tequila at the AGR house my freshman year, where I learned the hard way that one shouldn't mix gin, vodka, rum, beer, schnapps, and the evil tequila. From that day forward, the mere smell of tequila is enough to make me queasy and every other time I've tried to drink it, I've ended up sick....I remember being at The Lap once and learning that the hard way and Cary was there for that, I believe. A sink was involved, dear heavens, and some Tri Delt's shoes, perhaps...ah, good times and oh, so classy. Oh...and speaking of puking...eeek, Cary, do you remember the puking out our apartment window by the Kappa Sig? Ack! The memories. I should stop now because, well, I'm suddenly remembering things that are probably best left quashed.
And back from that digression....the point of the post was something totally different. It was...oh, yeah, it was at some point, I became old. I realized this when I became totally unable to process alcohol. Drinking sucks now because it makes me feel like total shit. That is, I feel like shit on the rare occasion I can actually drink more than one drink. Usually I don't even feel like drinking that much because I've sort of lost the taste for it. Not that I was really ever one to set out to be drunk on a regular or even semi-regular basis, but still, I did drink more than one beer at a sitting back in "the day", which was, oh, three years ago. Now it's like trying to force feed Ensure down Granny at the home for me to finish a stupid wine cooler (and yes, I actually drink the damn things. How gauche, I know). Every once in awhile, I get a whim and mix up something girly and fun like a nice daquari or something and I can manage more than one of those. If I'm with a really social group, I usually end up drinking more, too, just because I'm prone to eating or drinking in that type of setting and it's easier. However, the next day, I pay the price. I'm fairly sure that being run over by a truck and then having 1/4 of my bodily fluids drained and replaced with anti-freeze would be less painful than the way I feel. I'm essentially bedbound for at least 18 hours or so (and here is where W. would be so charming and point out that this is different than other days how?).
Of course, the burning question that most responsible adults have at this point is, why the hell do you care, Kim? You have three children and a job and a house and all those grown-uppy things. You're not supposed to be drinking and doing stupid things.
Yeah, well, good point, but that's the logical way of looking at things. It's not so much that I really WANT to sit around and get shitfaced. It's the fact that I can't do it if I want to...that just pisses me off to no end. I'm obnoxious like that. It makes me feel old and at this stage in my personal development, I'm not really particularly fond of things that make me accept my maturity. I'm rather fond of oblivion in as many forms as I can get away with it when it comes to things such as age/mortality and this is just one of those in-your-face signs that won't go away. Sort of like wrinkles, but there's not any plastic surgery for it, so I can't fool myself. And that sucks.
Just feel the temptation to drink yourself into oblivion? Once upon a time, I could drink with no regard for the after effects. I'd drink a fair amount, be blitzty and maybe have a headache the next day or feel a little funky. That was it. Every once in a great while, I had the misfortune to throw up--usually when I made the mistake to drink tequila in some form or fashion or when I just REALLY overdid it with something like beer and had some weird food, but I could probably count those times on both hands (like anyone really cares about that). Sidenote, Cary wasn't around when I had my really unfortunate run-in with tequila at the AGR house my freshman year, where I learned the hard way that one shouldn't mix gin, vodka, rum, beer, schnapps, and the evil tequila. From that day forward, the mere smell of tequila is enough to make me queasy and every other time I've tried to drink it, I've ended up sick....I remember being at The Lap once and learning that the hard way and Cary was there for that, I believe. A sink was involved, dear heavens, and some Tri Delt's shoes, perhaps...ah, good times and oh, so classy. Oh...and speaking of puking...eeek, Cary, do you remember the puking out our apartment window by the Kappa Sig? Ack! The memories. I should stop now because, well, I'm suddenly remembering things that are probably best left quashed.
And back from that digression....the point of the post was something totally different. It was...oh, yeah, it was at some point, I became old. I realized this when I became totally unable to process alcohol. Drinking sucks now because it makes me feel like total shit. That is, I feel like shit on the rare occasion I can actually drink more than one drink. Usually I don't even feel like drinking that much because I've sort of lost the taste for it. Not that I was really ever one to set out to be drunk on a regular or even semi-regular basis, but still, I did drink more than one beer at a sitting back in "the day", which was, oh, three years ago. Now it's like trying to force feed Ensure down Granny at the home for me to finish a stupid wine cooler (and yes, I actually drink the damn things. How gauche, I know). Every once in awhile, I get a whim and mix up something girly and fun like a nice daquari or something and I can manage more than one of those. If I'm with a really social group, I usually end up drinking more, too, just because I'm prone to eating or drinking in that type of setting and it's easier. However, the next day, I pay the price. I'm fairly sure that being run over by a truck and then having 1/4 of my bodily fluids drained and replaced with anti-freeze would be less painful than the way I feel. I'm essentially bedbound for at least 18 hours or so (and here is where W. would be so charming and point out that this is different than other days how?).
Of course, the burning question that most responsible adults have at this point is, why the hell do you care, Kim? You have three children and a job and a house and all those grown-uppy things. You're not supposed to be drinking and doing stupid things.
Yeah, well, good point, but that's the logical way of looking at things. It's not so much that I really WANT to sit around and get shitfaced. It's the fact that I can't do it if I want to...that just pisses me off to no end. I'm obnoxious like that. It makes me feel old and at this stage in my personal development, I'm not really particularly fond of things that make me accept my maturity. I'm rather fond of oblivion in as many forms as I can get away with it when it comes to things such as age/mortality and this is just one of those in-your-face signs that won't go away. Sort of like wrinkles, but there's not any plastic surgery for it, so I can't fool myself. And that sucks.
Labels: college friends, getting old, inebriation, ramble
