Well this week, I lost a whopping 3.2 pounds for a grand total of 38.2. I don't feel like I really deserved a big loss this week; I ate too much and didn't work out at all, but I'm going to take it. Another 1.2 pounds and not only will I be at an even 40 but I'll lose another 2 points a day. Oh well, I'll worry about that when I get to it.
As a nonChristian of the pagan variety, this is not my big celebration, but there are some traditions we observe. For whatever reason, the kids and I have taken to the habit of eating some sort of Italian food on Christmas Eve. Always pasta with a tomato-based sauce, garlic bread, and brownies with whipped cream and raspberries (raspberry fat cake we call it). Se gave me the inspiration for the fat cake years ago when we were in Ohio. I'm not sure where the Italian food came from. One year I made cheese ravioli with marinara and it snowballed from there. This year, the sauce is in the crockpot already. We're having spaghetti and meatballs. Our other tradition for tonight is Die Hard. The best Christmas movie ever, in my opinion. Something about Bruce Willis saying "yipee kiy-ay motherfucker," that just warms my heart.
Living in a home with a pagan (me), an atheist (T), and a potential buddhist (A ~ she took an online quiz that told her that's what she should be) can make December a challenge. I have a tree; it's a 24-inch fiberoptic one with lights that change color. I also have a bunch of regular lights and ornaments because some years I get a regular tree; I didn't this year because of a space issue. I also have stockings hung (mine and A's ~ T's has disappeared) on my JOY stocking holders. But there won't be anything in the stockings tomorrow morning. The kids and I exchanged our gifts on Wednesday which was the Soltice and the pagan holiday Yule. That's another of our traditions; we open on Yule. Tomorrow we'll have dinner with mom, D, K, little T, and R. This year, we decided to o nly gift the kids, so I'll have stuff for little T and R. I also have a present for L, but she's in California with her father right now, so she'll get hers when she gets back.
So my former roommate is yet another T, but she's going to get a new nickname because there's way too many T's in my life and in my blog. She'll be Sn. Sn and I have been emailing back and forth, catching up after a lot of years. She left Germany before A was born, and A will be 18 in about 3 weeks, so it's been a while. Today she told me that she's bi and has been for a while. Thought it might be fodder for the blog. It's interesting to me that she's bi, but really only because I've never knowingly known someone who was. I have absolutely no gaydar of any sort; I'm just hopeless that way. I think it's mostly because other people's sexual preferences are not all that important to me. Which gender you're primarily attracted to (I think we all have some latent tendencies) is not important to me. What's important is that two people love each other; who's got what plumbing is beside the point. I have a dirty mind and a dirty mouth, but I don't spend a lot of time contemplating what people I know do in bed (or on the kitchen table, in th back seat of the car, whatever). I told Se years ago that as far as I'm concerned people I know only hold hands. Everyone else has wild monkey sex, but my friends are all very innocent in my mind; mostly because I have the vivid imagination, and when you're sitting at dinner with someone, you don't want to picture her going down on her husband, although on some level you're pretty sure she did it just that morning, or worse yet, just before you got there. Maybe if I start getting laid again, I'll ease up, but for now, there's a whole world of people I know who spend a lot of time just holding hands.
Anyway, I think I've put some bad pictures in my head. Off to find some brain bleach.
What I'm Reading Now: Nothing this minute, but I just finished Cracks In My Foundation by the wonderfully dark and wonderfully funny Marian Keyes. I just love her books. Next up may be a re-read of the entire In Death series by J. D. Robb (Nora Roberts' alter-ego) in preparation for the next book in the series, Memory in Death, which comes out next month.
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