some of my relatives are such dicks

Today I feel like writing in purple. The holidays are upon us, and I am one busy woman.

Monday I got home from work and cleaned my house from top to bottom, then took Mom and Michelle to see Dad. I finally got to go to bed at like 11am and got up at 6pm. Cathy and I then went to Stoneridge. I looked around at Bath and Body Works and Victoria's Secret, then we went home. I napped for an hour before work. Oh yeah, they moved my dad to a different hospital now. He's now at Kindred Hospital here in San Leandro. It's smaller and more focused on respratory and physical therapy. If he improves in 3-4 weeks he may come home.

Tuesday I hit the gym in the morning and did my cardio. I would have done some strength training but my stomach was hurting since I hadn't eaten in 4 hours.. so I went home and had some Cheerios. Then I took Mom and Michelle to visit Dad once again. I finally went to bed at 11am, and slept all the way to 9pm. WOW. Guess my body needed it. I got up and made some grilled chicken and cooked broccoli/cauliflower and brought it to work with the rest of my food. This morning my Uncle Jim S. said something mean to me. This is why I don't like much of my family. We were talking about losing weight (he's like 6'1" and 250-275), and I said I went to the gym about 2-3 times a week and did cardio/weights. He was like "you need to lay off the cream puffs honey, don't look like it's working for ya." That just really made my day. *sigh*