* I saw the ex-friend today! I smiled at her, and she ignored me. Oh well. If I see her again, I will continue to be friendly to her, and she can choose whether or not she wants to be civil to me. Not a big deal. I don't dislike her; I just don't want to spend time with her.
* I am caught in a ridiculous situation that I do not foresee changing in the near future. In the last few months, I have cycled through stages of (1) trying to make it better, (2) getting annoyed, and (3) anger. Today I reached a new stage: (4) laughing at how ridiculous it is and being entertained. I was feeling pretty good about myself for kind of transcending the situation and not letting it get to me, but then when I was working out tonight, I felt myself getting angry about the situation again. I am trapped! Again, my response = oh well. I can't control other people's behavior, and I will continue to try to see the humor it.
* Yes, you read that right. I worked out tonight. That is two times this week! It's a Christmas miracle! I actually enjoyed the workout and part of me did not want to stop, but I had to so that I could get some more work done before I go to bed. Anyway, I do not want to admit that I enjoyed the workout because I do not want H to gloat about it and use this admission as justification for nagging me in the future. Who am I kidding? Of course H will nag me to work out for the rest of my life whether I admit that I found it enjoyable tonight or not. So there you go.
* H was talking to his mom on the phone tonight (not a common occurrence, in case you were wondering), and she asked him what she should get me for Christmas. I told H that I would like some nice stationery and note cards. Instead of repeating this to his mom, H said, "She says she wants an expensive gift card." Later, when I told H again that I really did want some stationery, he yelled at me, "Don't waste your Christmases!"
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"Don't waste your Chrismases"? Really? Wow! They are your Christmases to waste if you choose to, and BTW, wanting some nice stationery and note cards ISN'T a waste, at least not for me! It's actually quite a nice treat!
You went to the gym! Yeah! Rock on!
Okay, enthusiastic cheerleader routine over. Ya dun good!
Did H's Mom think anything of "you" asking for a gift card? I love stationery, myself.
And no, sadly, my dear Roderigo, I will not be home the next time you are in town, and that is a damn shame, because I would share the Bailey's with you if I was!
PS) Were you talking about bullet one in bullet two? Or a different subject entirely? Because I am tired and cannot read it again (I need to watch The Office! Dang it!)
Boys just don't get stationary.
Friend breakups suck. I have had to go through only two, also negative people, but they were painful. Oh and that time in junior high when I was dumped for being too nerdy. Ah, the humiliation.
Don't waste your Christmases?!? That's wacky. I'd be more concerned of what someone would think of me if I asked for a "very expensive gift card" for Christmas!
I think Jen is right that boys just don't get stationery, and also H knows that his mom would probably get me some note cards from Wal-Mart, which is not exactly what I am envisioning. =)
H's mom knows H is being silly when he says I want an expensive gift card. Especially since he was asking me, "Seriously? You want stationery?" while they were on the phone.
Oooh, I love nice stationery! That's a good thing to ask for because you wouldn't usually buy it for yourself. I think H realizes he could benefit from a gift card, but not stationery...
"Don't waste your Christmases!"
Bah! That's hilarious. (And I, too, adore stationery)
"Don't waste your Christmases"
HA! Obviously he's never gotten the bill for fine stationary.
OMG, have you seen the Kate Spade stationery? I love love love it. I recently bought, er, wasted money, on two sets. Sigh.
Maybe your expensive gift card will be from somewhere that carries nice stationery.
If you're in the habit of leaving notes for H, from now on use pieces ripped from brown paper bags. Heh.
Spaw, I know! I love stationery!
Nat, I didn't even have to go to the gym because we have some workout equipment in our basement. Yay! And no, bullets one and two are not related.
Jen, I am lucky that I have only had one really bad friendship breakup. This work one wasn't really too bad because we didn't spend time together outside of work.
3cars, I agree! But as I already commented, H's mom knows that I wouldn't ask for "an expensive gift card." =)
Lawyerish, that is a good point. H has to look out for himself!
Jonniker, that line still makes me laugh.
Jenny, exactly!
GG, I will have to check that out. Thanks for the tip.
Liz, sadly, any gift or gift card will probably be from Wal-Mart.
Yez, good idea! But I don't know that H would even notice.
Oh, H and Farm Boy are soooo very much alike. When he talks to his mom on the phone, he usually says, "Grumpy says she doesn't want me talking to you, because she really doesn't like you." I LOVE his mom!!! He just likes to be a pain in the arse, and luckily, she knows her son all too well.
I agree that H was probably doing you a favor with the gift card request, and I laughed so hard at his "don't waste your Christmases!" ;-)
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