What I did over New Year's weekend...
Jan. 1st, 2007 10:48 pmNot a whole lot, actually.
I dogsat Friday and Saturday nights. Which was fairly easy and rather nice to get out of the house for a while, after my dad blowing up at me Thursday night after I innocently reminded him that I'm going out this coming Saturday for a dress fitting for my friend's wedding - which will be in July. And it was all the normal, depressing stuff about how I'm not trying hard enough to lose weight and I'm going to get sick and I'm being selfish for not losing weight and stuff that I should be immune to because he says it ever time he gets riled up, but somehow it still hurts. One of these days, I'm going to come up with a good response for all of that.
Though, I think my favorite part of my dad's tirade (since it is actually quite predictable) is when he says I'm going to get diabetes because it runs in the family. And I have to try really hard not to laugh. Yes, I know I'm at risk for Type II diabetes (adult/overweight diabetes). What my dad's referring to is my uncle's Type I diabetes (aka, juvenile diabetes - which I would've gotten already, if I was going to).
And we had our neighbors over last night for New Year's Eve. So, nothing special there.
Today we had a bunch of people over for the traditional New Year's Day dinner of pork and sauerkraut. (It's a German tradition.) So that was fun.
And
eternalmusings and I found out that we both got similar cameras and photo printers for Christmas.
Yeah, so I got it done Friday night. I still haven't quite gotten used to it, but it's kinda fun so far. Espeically everyone's reactions, since only a couple people knew beforehand.


I got 21 inches taken off.
I dogsat Friday and Saturday nights. Which was fairly easy and rather nice to get out of the house for a while, after my dad blowing up at me Thursday night after I innocently reminded him that I'm going out this coming Saturday for a dress fitting for my friend's wedding - which will be in July. And it was all the normal, depressing stuff about how I'm not trying hard enough to lose weight and I'm going to get sick and I'm being selfish for not losing weight and stuff that I should be immune to because he says it ever time he gets riled up, but somehow it still hurts. One of these days, I'm going to come up with a good response for all of that.
Though, I think my favorite part of my dad's tirade (since it is actually quite predictable) is when he says I'm going to get diabetes because it runs in the family. And I have to try really hard not to laugh. Yes, I know I'm at risk for Type II diabetes (adult/overweight diabetes). What my dad's referring to is my uncle's Type I diabetes (aka, juvenile diabetes - which I would've gotten already, if I was going to).
And we had our neighbors over last night for New Year's Eve. So, nothing special there.
Today we had a bunch of people over for the traditional New Year's Day dinner of pork and sauerkraut. (It's a German tradition.) So that was fun.
And
Yeah, so I got it done Friday night. I still haven't quite gotten used to it, but it's kinda fun so far. Espeically everyone's reactions, since only a couple people knew beforehand.


I got 21 inches taken off.
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Date: 2007-01-02 04:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-02 05:11 am (UTC)And sadly, there probably is no 'good' response to your dad that's going to get him to shut up and realize he's being an ass. Been there. Done that. Still have the scars. Why parents can't see that their 'well intentioned' criticism does nothing but harm is beyond me. What, like a lightbulb is suddenly going to go on over your head this time. "Ohhhh, now I see what you're saying..." *headdesk*
Glad you had a relatively pleasant New Years. 21 inches! Wow! This calls for Dancing Joe.
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Date: 2007-01-03 04:11 am (UTC)Yeah, I know what you mean. There's so many things I want to say to him, but I doubt any of them would get through because he. is. right. *sighs*
Any word on whether or not you have off on MLK day?
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Date: 2007-01-03 04:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-03 04:25 am (UTC)It's one of the freak days that I actually have off, that's why I was curious.
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Date: 2007-01-02 01:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-03 01:30 am (UTC)Secondly, I wish there were a good answer for your dad. I do my best not to hound my kids -- and sometimes I succeed better than other times. From his perspective, he's only "trying to help." (I have an aunt whose idea of "helping" was to make pig grunting noises at me as I walked through the room. Oh, yes, that was ever so helpful. *rolls eyes* Thankfully, she's quit doing that at me.) From your perspective, it's "yes, that's ever so helpful!" *rolling your own eyes*
Thirdly, it never fails to amaze me that people who should know the difference (like your dad) don't realize that Type I and Type II diabetes are quite different diseases. But, trust me on this as I speak from experience, avoiding Type II is a heckuva lot easier than dealing with it once you've got it.
Finally, ((hugs)).
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Date: 2007-01-03 04:19 am (UTC)At this point, I almost feel like tape recording it and that way, whenever he starts to go into it, I can just say, "You know what, I'll go listen to it later when I have some time," because it invariably hits the same points with almost the same wording.
Oh, and I am trying to avoid it! I'm just not doing a particularly good job at the moment. (But I have a feeling things are going to be getting better.)
(((hugs)))
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Date: 2007-01-04 03:11 am (UTC)For what it's worth, all three of my boys insist that I have standard speeches that they can just tune out when I get started and tune back in when I start to wind down. *sigh* I SO try not to do that -- and I know I fail at it sometimes. I think it's a glitch in the parental brain; the trigger gets tripped and the whole loop has to cycle through.