Apparently I was heinously bloated because after I took the diuretics (and I didn't take more than the recommended dose--go me!) I felt SO MUCH BETTER. Less sluggish and swollen. And I have magically dropped down to 105 lbs, which is 1 lb away from my goal for Thanksgiving. I really just want to get back down to a "safe" weight by Christmas so that when I gain a ton of weight over Christmas (which I am wont to do) I won't flip out as badly.
Are any of you lovelies in the NY/NJ area with nothing to do for Christmas? I've been collecting holiday orphans so that we might have a nice big family Christmas. At the mo' we've got a family friend and one of Little Sis' friends coming for Christmas dinner, and one possible acquaintance whose family is all out in California and she can't afford to fly there.
I am totally serious, by the way. Of course you'd have to be evaluated and ruled out as a serial killer first, but as I am cooking the entire thing, Mum has told me I'm allowed to invite whomsoever I choose. I'm selecting a live turkey myself and it shall be cooked the day after it's killed, so you know it will be DELICIOUS.
In other news....
Still waiting on my car. I have so far left three messages with Valley Body & Fender and have yet to receive a call back as to when the Virus Pimp might be ready. I kind of want to know in advance so that I can empty all of my bank accounts.
...Scratch that--just got someone on the phone and it looks like the Virus Pimp will not be ready until after Thanksgiving.
I ran into one of the kids I used to babysit the other day. I was their nanny for like 2 years while I was in college--a boy and a girl who were 10 and 7 when I started. Now they're 16 and 13. o.O The girl is still more or less the same, except now taller than I am (which isn't difficult, really). The boy, however, is nothing like the awkward potbellied know-it-all that he was 6 years ago. He's actually not even so much a boy anymore. He's sporting a dustache and everything. Which is friggin WEIRD.
All in all, they've turned out pretty well, and I hope that some of that was my doing. I was glad that they were with their dad yesterday (even though he always creeped me out quite a bit...) rather than their mom. I'm pretty sure she still thinks I'm a deranged neo-nazi.
...I should probably explain that.
I taught those two children how to play pretend.
Can you believe that? They actually didn't know what that was. And they're not the only ones. SO MANY children have no idea how to use their imaginations and just make sh*t up as they go along. It's sad. The boy and girl I babysat had no idea--all they did was play video games or watch TV, unless I forced them to play a board game or go outside. I tried to get them to play outside as much as possible, but they would always fight back with the same "there's nothing to DO."
And then it dawned on me one day--they never play pretend.
Idk about the rest of you, but when I was little, that's all we did. Sure we played some Mortal Kombat on the Megadrive, or Super Mario on Nintendo NES, and we all stopped everything at 4.00 to go watch Batman, but mostly we were told by our parents and nannies to get the eff outside and play until dinnertime.
We played cowboys & Indians; we played X-Men (I was always Storm :D); we played the A-Team (I was always Murdock); we played random weird games with dragons and adventures and castles made of the swingset, or we went to war with the treehouse as home base and wielded swords (usually tree branches) and rifles (Nerf guns). It was good craic.
I tried explaining this to the boy and girl, and they were flabbergasted. You would have thought from their reactions that I had just told them they had inherited the entire Hershey factory.
The boy (10 at that time) wanted to play War. He was a pretty smart kid and was going through a World War II phase; so specifically, he wanted to play World War II. He went about setting up trenches in the living room using the big couch cushions, proudly declaring, "I get to be England, because the Allies win." he made his little sister be Russia or France or something. And guess who Mich had to be?
We were hiding behind our pillow-trenches and hurling bombs at each other (stuffed animals) when their mother came home.
Did I mention that they're Jewish?
That was kind of an awkward moment... Their mom was all like, "oh that's nice.....," but she sounded slightly alarmed.
I am sooooo bored. Boss has been in Court all day and there is feckall to do. Except for filing, which doesn't count because I don't want to do it.
Hope you all have a wonderful weekend!! <3