Meh. Am sick. I think.
Sep. 11th, 2007 09:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
minxyUpdate on the personal life of Minxes:
I was in a 27 mile race on Saturday, and took 3rd place. This is all levels of awesome, as it was the National Championship and the tile award is actually pretty cool looking (as a long term competitive athlete, I haven't kept any awards since I graduated the 8 and under age division.) I may keep my 3rd place national championship tile, though.
Besides which, the Boy Who Hugs Well, also known occasionally as the boy I have had a crush on since I moved here, kissed me. We've been quietly moving towards this.
Actually, here is the progression, if you're interested:
1. Hugging. This was before I knew his name and in congratulations for finishing a 12 mile race four days after I joined the team. I didn't know anyone's name, but I knew this boy hugged well. Like Really, Really, Well. He's 5 or 6 inches taller than I am, so I fit under his arms without either of us stooping or stretching. A good hug involves the whole body, obviously, and it's nice to have someone press fully against you and be both gentle and confident about it; it's also just a brilliant gesture to a new teammate finishing a hard race--a congratulations and welcome all at once. There was no bad in that hug. Hence the descriptive name. This began the 'lusting after' phase.
2. Actually talking. This took a while since most of practice is not for talking and being one of the few with a traditional workday, I don't always have time to chat with the guys who do the 3-5:30 shift on Tuesday and Thursdays. So the actual talking was at after-race parties, where we discovered remarkable numbers of things in common (sense of humor, sarcasm, cooking, wide-ranging interests, music, ability to carry conversations with anyone, closeness to family). This was the 'no, you can't have him' attempt-to-talk-myself-out-of-actually-crushing-on-him phase, but it was also when I met and liked his sister, who told me the Boy Who is within two years of my age. Most of my team is younger than I am by a lot, like 8-10 years, so it was refreshing to find someone also in their late 20s/early 30s.
3. Hanging out together/ hugging + kiss on the cheek. The way to a man's heart (especially if he's been to culinary school and really enjoys cooking) is through his stomach and teaching him how to make curry. He initiated the smootch on the cheek, I came up with the plan of occasionally turning my head just so to intercept the cheek peck. OMG I R BRILLIANT.
4. Giving over of pretense of cheek kissing (AKA last weekend). Walking back to the car with everybody's stuff made for difficult hugging situation (oh noes! Want my hug!) but satisfactory, sweet, chaste, kiss. Not passionate, not embarrassed, just a deliberate press of lips, in presence of other best buddy on the team, and nothing crazy. Later that evening, repeat of simple kiss, only for the length of two full breaths, as good-bye. In between and surrounding this developing kissing situation, continuing conversations of ease and happy, sitting together and press of legs and shoulders, sharing of pint of ice cream and spoon that he surprised us with (having picked out a flavor he was pretty sure would go over well with me.) I am so terribly please with this situation I could scream.
caveat: for those of you playing along at home, Minxes are currently in the phase of personal life stuff (heretofore unknown) called 'non-exclusive dating'. Minxes have never before seen multiple persons in a romantic context at the same time, and are paying a lot of attention so that none of the men are actually hurt in the making of this film. It's tricky, and I don't think I'll continue seeing multiple guys for any longer than I must, but the Boy Who Hugs Well is currently commanding nearly all of my attention. The Guy I Had to Put on Rations has been much more attentive (like, alarmingly so, sometimes) but is not the same Guy. Let me know if this requires further clarification.
Also, there was this OMG Bad Date a few weeks ago, and despite my cutting if off early and going home, and turning down another evening, he's still sent me a text message before he went out of town again (USING THE WRONG NAME, I KID YOU NOT) hoping we could get together when he got back. Dating? Not all joy and excitement, kids.
The problem with big culminating weekends, though, is that I'm never able to get past them without a recovery period, which often involves my body completely checking out and getting sick.
I have bruises up my right calf the size of softballs, raw skin across my stomach from by waistband, NO VOICE due to much extended cheering, and more knots in my back than I can reach. Last night I started sneezing, felt run down and occasionally required a tissue for my little nose.
I do not want to get sick. I am preemptively taking a day off work to recover and Not Get Sick. Plus, you know, no voice. And people will come ask me stuff all day. Yesterday my voice got so much worse during the course of the day. (My PCR isn't working! What do I change? Answer: polymerization time, you're amplifying a short piece. OMG my qualifying exam committee rejected my paper! Answer: well, hon, it was twice the page limit they asked for. Note please: the last was not my minion but from a neighboring lab! I'm gathering hoards of worshippers!)
So, anyway. Let's try a poll!
[Poll #1053684]
I was in a 27 mile race on Saturday, and took 3rd place. This is all levels of awesome, as it was the National Championship and the tile award is actually pretty cool looking (as a long term competitive athlete, I haven't kept any awards since I graduated the 8 and under age division.) I may keep my 3rd place national championship tile, though.
Besides which, the Boy Who Hugs Well, also known occasionally as the boy I have had a crush on since I moved here, kissed me. We've been quietly moving towards this.
Actually, here is the progression, if you're interested:
1. Hugging. This was before I knew his name and in congratulations for finishing a 12 mile race four days after I joined the team. I didn't know anyone's name, but I knew this boy hugged well. Like Really, Really, Well. He's 5 or 6 inches taller than I am, so I fit under his arms without either of us stooping or stretching. A good hug involves the whole body, obviously, and it's nice to have someone press fully against you and be both gentle and confident about it; it's also just a brilliant gesture to a new teammate finishing a hard race--a congratulations and welcome all at once. There was no bad in that hug. Hence the descriptive name. This began the 'lusting after' phase.
2. Actually talking. This took a while since most of practice is not for talking and being one of the few with a traditional workday, I don't always have time to chat with the guys who do the 3-5:30 shift on Tuesday and Thursdays. So the actual talking was at after-race parties, where we discovered remarkable numbers of things in common (sense of humor, sarcasm, cooking, wide-ranging interests, music, ability to carry conversations with anyone, closeness to family). This was the 'no, you can't have him' attempt-to-talk-myself-out-of-actually-crushing-on-him phase, but it was also when I met and liked his sister, who told me the Boy Who is within two years of my age. Most of my team is younger than I am by a lot, like 8-10 years, so it was refreshing to find someone also in their late 20s/early 30s.
3. Hanging out together/ hugging + kiss on the cheek. The way to a man's heart (especially if he's been to culinary school and really enjoys cooking) is through his stomach and teaching him how to make curry. He initiated the smootch on the cheek, I came up with the plan of occasionally turning my head just so to intercept the cheek peck. OMG I R BRILLIANT.
4. Giving over of pretense of cheek kissing (AKA last weekend). Walking back to the car with everybody's stuff made for difficult hugging situation (oh noes! Want my hug!) but satisfactory, sweet, chaste, kiss. Not passionate, not embarrassed, just a deliberate press of lips, in presence of other best buddy on the team, and nothing crazy. Later that evening, repeat of simple kiss, only for the length of two full breaths, as good-bye. In between and surrounding this developing kissing situation, continuing conversations of ease and happy, sitting together and press of legs and shoulders, sharing of pint of ice cream and spoon that he surprised us with (having picked out a flavor he was pretty sure would go over well with me.) I am so terribly please with this situation I could scream.
caveat: for those of you playing along at home, Minxes are currently in the phase of personal life stuff (heretofore unknown) called 'non-exclusive dating'. Minxes have never before seen multiple persons in a romantic context at the same time, and are paying a lot of attention so that none of the men are actually hurt in the making of this film. It's tricky, and I don't think I'll continue seeing multiple guys for any longer than I must, but the Boy Who Hugs Well is currently commanding nearly all of my attention. The Guy I Had to Put on Rations has been much more attentive (like, alarmingly so, sometimes) but is not the same Guy. Let me know if this requires further clarification.
Also, there was this OMG Bad Date a few weeks ago, and despite my cutting if off early and going home, and turning down another evening, he's still sent me a text message before he went out of town again (USING THE WRONG NAME, I KID YOU NOT) hoping we could get together when he got back. Dating? Not all joy and excitement, kids.
The problem with big culminating weekends, though, is that I'm never able to get past them without a recovery period, which often involves my body completely checking out and getting sick.
I have bruises up my right calf the size of softballs, raw skin across my stomach from by waistband, NO VOICE due to much extended cheering, and more knots in my back than I can reach. Last night I started sneezing, felt run down and occasionally required a tissue for my little nose.
I do not want to get sick. I am preemptively taking a day off work to recover and Not Get Sick. Plus, you know, no voice. And people will come ask me stuff all day. Yesterday my voice got so much worse during the course of the day. (My PCR isn't working! What do I change? Answer: polymerization time, you're amplifying a short piece. OMG my qualifying exam committee rejected my paper! Answer: well, hon, it was twice the page limit they asked for. Note please: the last was not my minion but from a neighboring lab! I'm gathering hoards of worshippers!)
So, anyway. Let's try a poll!
[Poll #1053684]
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Date: 2007-09-11 05:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-11 05:22 pm (UTC)also, you rock (and run).
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Date: 2007-09-11 05:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-11 05:46 pm (UTC)But I didn't stop to consider that it might have been multiple-choice. If it was, take a nap too. ;)
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Date: 2007-09-11 05:48 pm (UTC)As for dating, it's not a bad thing to play the field for a bit as long as you make it clear to the other players that you are doing so and not being exclusive...yet. :o) You do need to see what's out there to find the best fit.
And sick...being there, doing that. Hands you some Airborne and joins you in a cuppa.
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Date: 2007-09-11 06:24 pm (UTC)What a wonderful Boy Who story, too--you just had a great weekend. Hope you feel better tomorrow...
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Date: 2007-09-11 06:27 pm (UTC)Let us make piteous moaning noises together. *clings*
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Date: 2007-09-11 06:31 pm (UTC)And, you would vote for a chef. Hee!
Thanks! I love playing hard, but this recovering hard thing bites.
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Date: 2007-09-11 06:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-11 06:34 pm (UTC)Possibly not, actually, I haven't actually decided whether it's important to me that my regular betas have seen the film I'm incorporating. I know it well enough that I'm pretty confident in my use of themes.
Multiple choice, absolutely. Love the ticky box!
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Date: 2007-09-11 06:40 pm (UTC)Yeah, they all know I'm seeing other people, one had to be told explicitly (they Guy on Rations) and the Boy Who laughed with me about the incredibly bad date before he stepped up and started paying attention (let's hear it for challenge as a motivator!) I am thinking about what you said when I posted about putting the Guy on Rations, and I have to say that everything about the Boy Who feels like a perfect fit. Will keep you updated.
Meh. You, me and Lunie. We could all get on the phone and moan to one another, but I HAVE NO VOICE. Ow.
(and, wierdly, my father took Airborne once and his lips swelled up to four times their normal size! I am wary of taking anything that I can't identify, and because that's herbal, I believe they aren't obligated to report the ingredients. But, bad genetic reaction precident. I'll take you up on the tea, though. I have lots of lemon and honey in mine. It tastes ridiculously good.)
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Date: 2007-09-11 06:43 pm (UTC)Sometimes I have to remember to share it with you guys, though. I tend towards playing it close to the vest on the internets, but it's really worth sharing joy, I think.
I hope I feel better tooooooo....
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Date: 2007-09-11 06:50 pm (UTC)Woe to us. *moans*
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Date: 2007-09-11 07:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-11 07:14 pm (UTC)My voice is back today. It was seriously gone on Sunday and yesterday, I sounded a lot like Katleen Turner on steroids.
I'm careful with the herbals too, but I do well on Airborne and I think it helps with all the extra vit C. The herbals in it are usually the strange Chinese ones that have been used for centuries. Some work for me, some don't. However, I have the last box of my Candy Cane Lane tea from Celestial Seasonings that I'm enjoying today. Peppermint/vanilla. It rocks.
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Date: 2007-09-11 08:01 pm (UTC)Gargle with warm water with baking soda in it and swallow honey (YES, GOBS OF IT, SWALLOW IT) if your throat gets any worse. If you're feverish and dizzy, though, you really need to just keep forcing fluids.
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Date: 2007-09-11 09:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-11 10:29 pm (UTC)Tricksy Brazilian virus killer tea:
Put 12 oz. of water on to boil. Take a clove of garlic and smash it flat with the flat of a knife. Discard garlic husk. Turn off heat and steep smushed garlic garlic in the hot water. Pour through strainer into a mug. Add a spoonful of honey 1) if you have a sore throat, and/or 2) if you think it will help the garlic tea go down any easier. Drink up. Go to sleep and dream sweet kissing dreams about the Boy Who Hugs Well.
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Date: 2007-09-11 11:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-11 11:43 pm (UTC)Forcing fluids, forcing fluids. Synecdochic told me to make tea that was 1/3 tea, 1/3 honey and 1/3 lemon. The borderline diabetic in me had an instant 'honey = bad!' reaction, but it was the best tasting stuff, and my voice is much better now.
I am so, so into the Boy Who Hugs Well. I'm beginning to suspect he's into me too, but I can't decide if I want to know faster or am enjoying the luscious, slow fall.
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Date: 2007-09-11 11:44 pm (UTC)Am definitely sick, but still thrilled about the rest of it. Naptime now, I think.
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Date: 2007-09-11 11:45 pm (UTC)I think I may go make some more tea, actually, though I've run out of honey, alas. My housemate is going to bring me more when she comes home later, though.
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Date: 2007-09-11 11:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-11 11:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-12 02:06 am (UTC)and rest and science.
you are amazing. you win at life.
*glomps*
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Date: 2007-09-12 04:05 am (UTC)Sorry you're getting sick. That stinks. :( Naps and hugs. It's the best cure.
Preferably hugs while napping. *g*
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Date: 2007-09-13 07:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-19 01:18 am (UTC)Friday I texted the Boy Who snarking about how I was going to the Emmys and how that was 180 degrees away from the race the weekend before. He was funny back telling me I should really wear a different outfit as paddling shorts wouldn't fly. Then, as I was wandering the mall, pair of shoes in hand and trying to decide whether I needed to keep shopping (it took me 5 minutes to find the shoes, I felt like I had to put in a minimum of 15 or something), he calls and invites me out to hear some classical and jazz at a local college. I'm all for it, obviously, and the getting lost on the way was entertaining.
So we hang out afterwards and nosh on provided treats and drink hot cider and chat a lot, as we do. Walking to the car, I tell the story about the day I didn't go to a patient's funeral, but wore a black suit and heels and ran out of gas, but forgave the fates due to this wonderful toothless woman in crushed purple velvet and a quilted flannel shirt who came back to pick me up and knew the guys at the truck stop. The Boy Who is listening to me, and then when the story is over, steps right into my space and kisses me, not chastely, very well, and for quite some time. I assume it goes without saying that I kissed him back.
He also kisses well, turns out. There was the honesty conversation later in the evening in which he talked about being gun-shy about getting into anything since he might transfer out of the city next year (and doesn't want to miss the opportunity or get his wings clipped, though if he thought about it he would realize I'm the last one to stop someone from having an adventure) and I copped to seeing several people right now, yadda, being new, wanting to take everyone up on any invitation for a little while longer...
I think we left it at not-serious for a bit since we seem to need to, but there was more kissing, and the next day at practice saw easy chatting and walking together and teasing about going to the Emmys and statements about wanting to see pictures and it was very nice.
So, that's your update, ma'am!