Well, for one thing, at least today is putting balance to the way yesterday went.  It's been a pretty darned good day.  I have to point out one thing though ... you notice how there seems to be this pattern about the days my dad isn't home?  It's generally a good day if he's not here, and when he is, well it's a toss up.  Interesting.

I've gotten all the cleaning done and I'm not even all exhausted.  I even rearranged a couple of spots because apparently it was too difficult to grab a roll of paper towels from the pack that was already open.  One new pack was sitting on the floor RIGHT in front of the already open pack, and for whatever reason, my dad or husband decided they needed to open the new pack instead of taking one from the other pack (that there was only one out of anyway!).  I just don't get what would have made that such a hard process to reach that last little bit forward and grab one from the open pack, but now, they'll have to take the old pack off the top to open the new one.  I'm pretty sure it was my dad, and I'm also fairly certain that he probably did it merely just to be a shit head because he refuses to do anything somebody else's way.

I'm fixing my lunch right now.  Burritos.  Mmm, can't wait.  Plus, they'll be nice and filling to coast me until later when I eat dinner (beef stew).  I had a pretty good breakfast also, oatmeal and english muffins.  Tasty tasty stuff.  At least today was a good day at my WW meeting.  I did not gain, nor did I lose.  That means that I balanced out with my exercise and the extra things I ate this past week at least.  See, I had had some pizza, and a forbidden gooey butter danish (yesterday I needed the damn comfort food).  I'm feeling pretty positive about it though.  I want to keep it up, and I think I can.  It's been easier than I thought.

Another strange point for me, we have money.  Lots of it.  No bills are due.  I don't even have any pending bills waiting to be paid.  There's nothin'.  It feels nice, knowing we've got plenty stock piled and we don't have to run right through it.  In a little while I think I'm going to figure up just how much we should need until whoever's paycheck is next and I'll put what we don't need right in the savings account.

A side note, I swear, I'm going to kill The Thing if he doesn't stop sending texts.  He keeps sending those stupid ass meaningless annoying forwards.  I've asked and asked in the past for him to stop.  If I tell him they come in in the middle of the night and wake me up, he tells me I should turn my phone off.  He ignores me when I tell him I leave my phone and the ringer on in case my mother should call in an emergency.  After her mental break, I promised her I'd NEVER be out of contact again. I intend to keep that promise.  I've told The Thing I just simply don't care, or don't like them, and he claims that he either forgets, or has me added into a specific contact group whom he sends these forwards to, and he doesn't know how to remove me from it.  I've even gone so far as to tell him that my phone carrier is going screwy and charging me for the texts (though they aren't, I have a monthly package so I don't have to pay for individual texts), to which he claims I should call and bitch them out and then gets all uppity and in my business and I end up getting more pissed off about it.

I know what the problem is ... I'm a little mad at myself.  I've screwed myself.  Something came back to bite me in the ass.  Although in a way it hasn't.  See, my phone does go screwy quite often and I won't get texts until the middle of the night that have been sent to me much earlier in the day.  So there's always that stand by reasoning.  However, my SIL is also under the impression that my phone is SO screwy that I rarely get her texts or calls period, and that also usually I can't contact her because when I try it won't go through.  So The Thing could be testing the waters, sending all these texts to piss me off and get me to yell at him about it ... thus proving that I am getting every one of their texts.  Either way, I am getting a lot of them at night time, so it's not as if all is clear and I've straight out lied.  BUT, then I'll have to out and out admit that I'm plainly ignoring their calls and texts.  I have told my SIL in the past that some of them I get, but they're usually so late in the night I don't bother responding, and then I forget the next day.  So she knows the blunt truth there.  I don't know, either way, driving me nuts.

Gah, well that's enough for now.  There's more on my mind, but I think that's for another post.