I’ll tell you the name of the game, boy

That title has absolutely nothing to with this post beyond that fact that for some reason I’ve been singing the Pink Floyd song “Have a Cigar” to myself all afternoon. Maybe I heard it on the radio or something.

I’ve had a lovely weekend. I had intended to bring home some work to do, but I piled it all up and left it sitting on my desk on Friday night, which I decided to take as a sign that I didn’t really need to do any work this weekend after all. Instead I did some Christmas shopping, and a little shopping for me, too. I established that I really like Kate Spade shoes, but that I can’t bring myself to spend that much money. Look at how cute these are. Why must they be so expensive? And I actually had an encounter with a shoe guy at Nordstrom who I felt was a little rude, which was a first. Usually the people who work at Nordstrom are excellent at customer service, and in fact the people who helped me elsewhere in the store were up to their typical standard.

I realized that when I finally decide I’m skinny enough to really go out and buy a bunch of new clothes, I’m going to need a consultant. I have no idea what looks good on my new and improved body, which made shopping a little bit of a challenge. Also, sizing is so inconsistent! I seem to be verging on a size 6 for most things (whooppee!) but there are these outliers. DKNY, I’m an 8. I tried on a pair of Guess jeans, and they were too tight in a size 12 (ok, 32, which I think is a 12). Guess (ha!) which company is not going to get my business. I sure as hell didn’t lose all this weight – 34 pounds and counting – so that I could feel like a fat ass in their overpriced clothes. It’s like when you go shopping for a wedding dress and they tell you that wedding dresses all run small. If ever there was a time when a woman needs to feel confident and not like a big cow, it is for her wedding, so sure, that was a good call on the part of the wedding dress designer industry.

I had fun picking out books and toys for my niece and nephew, and I got a stuffed bear as a Christmas present for Seamus. He loves to “kill” stuffed animals, so we give him a new one every year. I’m not completely done with my shopping yet, but I am close. I’ll finish up this Friday, as I have the day off of work. I also have to go to the dentist though, which, yuck.

The weather was gorgeous and warm today, so John and Seamus and I went for a hike in the woods. We’ve been trying to become more active in our habits, and we’ve started hiking pretty regularly. I’m proud of us for that.

Oh, and if you were feeling just a little bit safer this weekend and weren’t sure why, I can explain. My baby brother got all growed up and took a job as a fire fighter on Friday. It’s pretty much his dream job (he’s been a volunteer firefighter for a while) and they are going to send him for EMT training in January. He will be a wonderful EMT and fireman. Congratulations, Tim!