***Wear a size 8 or less
***Go horseback riding
***Visit Paris in the fall season
***Go to Italy and relax in a gondola at sunset going down the isle of rustic homes
***Have Christmas in London
***Tour Scotland and Ireland in the summer
***Go to Disneyland and Universal studios, ride all the rides because I can fit!!
***Make my thin friends jealous because I look better than them =)
***Be able to have people talk about me because I look so great rather than the roar of whispers that I am a huge fat butt
This list will get bigger as time goes I am sure. I am going to go relax and watch some movies as this news about the diabetes I think has made my blood pressure rise because of stress.
***Be able to walk on a wooden structure such as a deck without the fear that I might fall through so I don�t have to hear the creaking of the wood as it�s about to near it�s pressure point
***Be able to sit on a regular chair without it creaking or me bending it or a folding chair without breaking it
Anyways, last night I babysat the boys and they are so much fun. They are almost always so well behaved. Completely satisfied with just watching cartoons. I was holding Ian, the two year old, and had to put him down after about 2 minutes because my back hurt so bad that I could not bear it.
We had cashier training today at Wal-mart. We had to stand there for an hour and watch this trainer lady show us how to do stuff. My lower back was hurting so bad that I thought I was either going to pass out or double over. I somehow made it but was just hoping and praying that she would hurry up and shut up so that I could go sit down in the training room. I don�t know how I am going to be able to take 33 hours of that a week. I�m going to be killing myself slowly that way. Maybe after a couple of really nice paychecks and get caught up on bills, I�ll cut back on the hours. The CSM manager came up to me today and told me that he doesn�t want me to get burnt out and that I should really think about cutting back if I need to. I told him not to worry and that if it gets to be too much, that I will let him know. He�s a real hottie too! Woohoo! But married. Like I would have a chance anyways if he were single.
So about last night. There were a ton of cars here maybe about 6 or 7 in the little driveway outside with a bunch of people on the deck. I went into my room right away and as I was walking to my room one of the girls was in her bedroom with the door locked making a bunch of laughing noises and ones that I don�t ever care to remember to hear again. Yup, she was in there with this guy that she has went out with on two dates. Then about 1:30 or so as I was just starting to doze off, she was in the bathroom right next to my room making a crap load of noise and talking and laughing so loud on her phone inviting more people to this deck party that they were having. So I opened the door and asked her to please be quiet as I�m trying to sleep. I had just gotten back into bed and she bursts into my room and slams to door open and tells me to quit being such a bi*ch because I�m leaving in 30 days. That�s when the shit hit the fan. Her and I hashed it out for about 15 minutes and let me tell you that if the other roommate wouldn�t have come back that she would have never have shut the hell up. All I saw was this mouth flapping and �blah blah blah� coming out of her mouth. I finally got to sleep at around 3:30ish in the morning. Stupid cows!!!
So I got up around 9:00 am this morning because I had to be at the store by quarter to 10. I looked out on the deck and there she is smoking away as usual and still wearing the clothes that she wore last night! And that guy that she was screwing last night was still here and they were still partying on the deck. For God�s sake! Go the hell home! She was still up when I left at 9:30. I came home and she got up about 2:00 or so and then went back in her room until about 6:00 and now she�s lounging around on the couch being a bum. The kitchen and living room are trashed and I refuse to touch any of it at all. It�s all dirty dishes and beer bottles. Not my problem. I want to fry up the fish that Mom sent home with me this last time but I can�t find that freaking kitchen!!