I just finished having five whole days to myself.  And they were wonderful.  I only had to work one of those five days too!!!  So I got to stay home with just me and the pups. Had a pedicure and nails done, soaked in my tub, putts around in the yard with my orchids and just had a blissful five days.

My DH had his first week in Oahu.  Orginally when he went it was suppose to be for 3 days, but his boss asked him to make it 5 days.  He wants him to be there for 5 days for a month so they can get the shop in shape and work all the kinks out of this new change.  The money issue is still up in arms and I am not sure if my DH is ballsy enough to stick up for himself……same ole shit!  I told him that a month is fine, but if Van can not come up with some definite money in a month, then Fuck him.  We are not going to take on DH living in Oahu five days and week, commuting etc if there is no raise.  The only one that will benefit from that is Van, and me from having some space every week, but space also has to go with raise, cause I cannot do this alone anymore. 

Then DH gets home from Oahu tonight, so we had about an hour to visit before I had to leave for work, and all he did was whine…WTF.   Cause he had to be away all week…..I reminded him that when we first met I travel nursed and was often gone for months, and that we all have to do what needs to be done.  He then whined back with, “but you had it better than me cause you had an apartment”  WTF.  I then told him to stop whining that it was he that decided he would be going to Oahu and he has only done it for one week and already is “poor meing”…….GOD!  will he ever grow any??

Anyway nuff of that.  i just am not going to listen to him when he whines.  i hate his poor me attitude, and he has always been like that, so not going to change him, but I sure in hell don’t have to listen.

WEIGHT WISE…..I have now gone to fat pig status.  I am back in my 14s, feel like a shit bag and ripple when I walk.  No, not ripple…thunder when I walk.  It is a good thing scrubs don’t come in corduroy or I would break the sound barrier when I walk…..WTF.   I did so well and now all of a sudden I am obsessed with food again.  And not the good stuff either…

I think I need a friken food lobotomy…

My thighs look like two pink pot belly pigs running side by side when I waddle down the hallways, and my ass…OMG….my ass……sob……