I've Got Nothing To Say, But I'm Saying This Anyway

Maybe while I'm posting this I'll think of a good imbedded link-oh, just thought of one, something Dennis sent me. Enjoy it.

So, stillllllllll feeling sick, although I got fed up and worked out tonight regardless. It's been almost a week, and part of having the discipline to do this is to keep at it regularly, so I had to do it. Anyone else doing that, I would say rest, but I treat myself differently for some reason-do as I say, not as I do right?

This being sick definitely interfered with my Xmas weekend home. I spent so much time avoiding children and the elderly-usually an easy feat, except at Christmas. We had Christmas on the 24th for our house-something which comes in handy for non-traditional households, especially after the grandchildren start to arrive. I avoided all the small kids pretty well I think. So the next day, came the elderly. All of my remaining grandparents looked so frail and old compared to when I last saw them. That just made me feel better about going down home in the first place though-you never know how much time you have together....which holds true for everyone, but it really hits home in those situations. I warned all of them before I hugged them I was ill-but no one cared...awe.

In other news, all the ladies I saw commented on how good I looked with dark hair.....guess it stays for a while longer in that case, but that was already decided, since I was told I looked good with it by all of them in Halifax as well. Seriously, the guys never notice, but all the gals "that looks so good" Christ-I'm sold. :P

Speaking of girls back home, the "friend" I mentioned sometime earlier, you know, the one "with benefits"? well, she was home. I never had a chance to talk to her, but I did see her at the mall very briefly....with a kid. Wished I had talked to her now, just to see how things had changed for her, but you know, Christmas Eve shopping, too busy to stop and chat. The last thing I had ever heard of her was that she was engaged, and that was in 2000 or something crazy. Odd that I mention her, and then there she is. Guess it doesn't seem that odd since it was Christmas, time to go home, etc etc....but since I usually see no one at home, it seemed odd.

Speaking of seeing people, I got to-sick or not, I was going to go to Colin's for his Christmas Day party. Good little gathering, not too big. I never drank a drop and offered to be the DD. Interesting having conversations with drunk friends, they sometimes have a tendency to be really intimate, forgetting that you're not drunk at all, and will totally remember everything. It was fun.....fishtailling through Kingston was too-it had been too long since we acted like we owned that town hahaha.

So, that's my weekend in a nutshell, sick as hell, but social anyway. I almost forgot, the coolest part was when my Aunt and Uncle left my G.parents place, but came back with their youngest son to show him off. "Little Lee" I guess is his nickname-he does look a lot like I did at that age (6 or 7?), but I guess he acts a lot like I did too. So funny that my grandmother calls him that, considering how she calls me Ian constantly-not her fault, there are seriously wayyyyy too many people in that family to keep all the names straight and on the tip of your tongue-the best bet is to go through the ones you think it is and see if you hit the right one. She calls Ian "Lee" a lot at first by accident as well, so we're even. I got to hear some good stories that night as well-like the time the Chippendales came to town, and some of my aunts drug my grandmother out to see them, then tired to stuff the ballot box so that she could win a lapdance in a private room hahaha.....too funny.

Well, I'm off, to do whatever the hell I want with my last days of vacation. Adios.