Holidays and Hangovers
15 Feb
In Jebbica’s world, it snows every Friday, rendering all weekend plans out-of-the-question. But such is life. Thanks to the weather, my weekend did not quite play out the way I had planned. If you will remember, I had had an extremely busy weekend scheduled, and none of my plans accounted for Valentine’s Day. So, I thought if any of it was going to get the shove out of my calendar, it was going to have to be the Pure Romance party. I’ve never actually been to one of those, despite having been invited to them since I was sixteen years old. Something always comes up (no pun intended), or I chicken out at the last minute. I’m not quite sure why something like that would make me nervous, since every time I get around a group of women, that sort of thing seems to be all we ever talk about! They say that men think about sex every six seconds. If that is true, then women must think about it every two. I’d say my group of friends is pretty evenly distributed between males and females. When I’m around my guy friends, we talk about religion, music, philosophy, politics, and sometimes video games and comic books. When I’m around my girl friends, we talk about boys, sex, vibrators, tampons, and “grooming” (ahem). It’s not that these women don’t have more to them than that, but what is it that makes it such a hot topic for discussion? Perhaps we just all want to know that what we’re doing or not doing is normal, or are we just curious about things we are too scared to try ourselves? Or maybe we’ve all just watched too much Sex and the City, and we think of ourselves as the redneck version. Instead of cosmopolitans and Jimmy Choos, we’re sipping sweet tea and buying $6.99 heels from Rugged Wearhouse. Where they are teasing men, we are teasing our hair.
Thankfully, there will always be another Pure Romance party, and I will refrain from saying if there is anything I’d like to look for or try, especially since the notorious box of sex toys only comes out at parties and when we think it might be funny to embarrass someone. (We broke in my sister’s new boyfriend by chasing him around the house with The Emperor the first time we met him. Surprisingly, he didn’t run for the hills. Now that’s love.)
Friday’s plans to see a chick flick with the girls in my family also didn’t pan out thanks to the snow. By Saturday it had melted, and thanks to the lovely and talented Rachel, The Boyfriend and I decided to check out a house that was listed for sale on a website she had sent to me. Almost immediately I found a decent house for almost nothing. It was about 30 minutes outside of where we live now, but for that price, I would move anywhere. Most of the homes I have seen at this price are generally burn-outs or old as the hills and would cost a FORTUNE to fix up. So, I was super-excited to find this house that seemed to be in decent shape…it even had new windows and hardwood flooring. It just needed some TLC, some fresh paint, and a little elbow grease. After inspecting it in person, it was just as decent as it seemed in the photos. So, we called the realtor, whose number was listed on the front door. This house is also listed on several websites, saying it was just posted on 1/31/10. The realtor informed us that it had already been sold. Of course it had. I don’t know why we think we’re going to get lucky with anything. I would have lived with the fact that there was a kennel across the road, because it was listed for FOURTEEN THOUSAND DOLLARS, and it wasn’t a shack. But such is life.
The rest of the weekend was spent going to The Village to see Husky Burnett, a Rock Band party at a friend’s house, and enjoying birthday cake-eating festivities for my sister.
By the time we were able to slip into our PJs, we were exhausted (read: hungover)! So, most of our Valentine’s Day was spent sleeping. We did nothing with each other that was romantic, and I didn’t get the first flower, card, piece of candy, or jewelry. Maybe I will today, since it’s all been marked down to half-price. Not that I need it, since I am trying to tackle this healthy eating plan head-on, despite that slice of cake and deep fried Twinkie I ate this weekend! I’m back on track today, and while it seems easy to stay on task, I know it will only be a matter of time before I fizzle out again and tire of salads, grilled chicken, soup, and sandwiches. I’m keeping my “fat jeans”, the ones I used to only wear while on the rag and now cannot button, on hand as a motivator. I can do this! Err…right?

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