Well I didnt' record anything I ate yesterday... mainly because... I was at school from around 10:30-3, didn't eat anything (even took a yogurt and forgot and it got all warm and weird so I had to toss it)... then I came home with the idea that we should rake up our whole side yard (I have 3 acres people, and about 200 trees) into a HUGE leaf pile and then jump in it. WELL. It seriously took about 2.5hours of SOLID RAKING by me, and my BF was shoveling them into the tractor and carting them to our huge pile and dumping them. Needless to say, I didn't workout, I can hardly move TODAY actually... my back is so sore from all that raking BUT I actually didn't get blisters on my hands from the rake which is amazing.
So, I didn't do much else. We played with the dog and one of my cats in the leaves for like an hour or so after we raked... then did basically nothing else. I didn't eat horribly, we had breakfast for dinner, and that's usually decently low calories... I can't remember what else I had but I know I was kinda hungry.
Then, in the middle of the night I woke up with the WORST pain in my insides. Thought it was from food, nope, LADY TIME snuck up on me. I just lose track of the dates so fast, I'm not one of those girls that tracks her TOM to know the exact day, for me it's always like "SURPRISE!" cause I'm just not on top of things. Anyway, after I realized that, I had to pop 4 Midol just to get back to sleep. So, today I'm feeling sore in the back from the leaves, sore on my insides from the carnage occurring inside me, and my dad MIGHT be coming down today.
If my dad comes down today, that means most likely there is going to be a HUGE FUSS over Spencer. He will tell me I have too many animals and I don't need a dog. He will make me feel like I can't handle it, I'm stupid for having it, and all kinds of things. I mean he won't be downright mean, my dad is the BEST DAD ever. I swear it. BUT - I know he's gonna throw a stink fit. He'll get over it. He always tells me not to get worked up and angry if it's not life threatening, so that's what I'm gonna tell him. I mean, it isn't. It's a dog, that lives OUTSIDE... he's gonna live for what... 15 years MAX? It's not life threatening. AND, I don't want to pat myself on the back because everyone thinks they have the BEST animals (and I'm sure you do for you), but I have cats that convert NON-Cat people into Cat-LOVERS. And I seem to have a good knack at picking out "good" animals. In fact, I scooped up a cat from my backyard one day to give to my best friend, and now him and that cat are like BEST BEST BEST BUDDIES. So, I can tell this dog is a good dog that just needs some training. He's not a bad dog that I'm trying to justify keeping... and I hope my dad will see that.
If my dad kills me for having this dog, well... I guess you won't see me on FS much more, lol. :D
Here is me, Goober and Spencer in the leaves.
