Ok well not really, but it’s on the radio right now and it can be an addicting tune.
I had a pretty ok weekend. Hung out at mom and dads on Friday. Then had Dani over Saturday night so Mom and Dad could have a night off. It was great, she played video games, watched movies, kicked our asses at Yahtzee and stayed up until 11:00pm. Then the little teenager slept until 11:00am. We woke up and made breakfast and Jeff and I got irritated at each other and finally took her home. We had to be home that afternoon though because we had a box spring delivered for our bedroom. We used to sleep on the mattress on the floor and now we are so high up in the air I feel a little too close to the ceiling, but it’s cool. It is much more firm now, that’s for damn sure. I woke up this morning and didn’t have to pull my ass up off my knees to get up. It’s just getting harder day by day to do functional things. With my back being all messed up and my ankle still hurting and then there’s always the knees that haven’t been right since a midnight game of hide and seek my sophomore year.
So you add all that to the fact that I am fatter than I was a couple months ago and you have one big fat depressed Christine. I need to exercise, or I need to get a gastric bypass. The more I think about it the more I want to do it. I weigh close to 245 now and that means I need to lose close to a hundred pounds. Yet I still look a lot better than a lot of people who are my weight. If I could just get the motivation I could exercise. I can diet with the best of them, and that works for a couple pounds a month, but it’s the exercise that kicks the rest of it out. I just have all these excuses that are so good they border on becoming reasons, but I am sure they could all be discredited. I tried to get Jeff to go for a dog so I could have something to walk with, as I can’t get him to do it, but he doesn’t want a dog, and I don’t want to walk alone. And as you all know, if I don’t have a reason to get off my ass and do something, I won’t. I am just sad and fat today. Tomorrow I may not be, who knows?
Yesterday it was so cold and bright outside it felt like Chico in December, so I started thinking about Chico and now I miss it a little. I remember being up there when it was so cold it was crazy outside. Then I got to thinking about how we used to go to Bidwell and then we would walk down that one main street and shop and the cd store that had all that crazy shit in the back. I miss that little green and white house with the warm and comfort of 4 really good friends inside. We really messed that whole situation up with the drama people were pulling, but I wouldn’t trade those times for anything. All the random rugs we did, the guy showing up at the door to sell us acid and tell us that there was a witch living across the street, the drinking, the whipped cream fights, the green nine, threatening to kill Bruce with the broom, the latent sensuality floating between everyone. It was great fun! I miss it and I don’t. I enjoy remembering it too much to miss it. You know what I mean? I am happy to have had those times. I hope to get back there at least once more. Maybe see Hope and Ori and even Reno. I don’t know. I have to figure something out.
Well sweetlings, I must be going. Have work to do I guess… something crazy like that…
Welcome back Raevyn! We missed you!