Just say no

I have decided to step away from the dining room table. Even tho' mom and K-digga are still cooking full breakfast and dinners....this has to stop. I woke up this morning and I just felt heavier. I didn't even step on the scale to see what was what. I already know the deal. It's time to start slimming down for Thanksgiving and Christmas, not gaining! LOL Anyways...

The weekend was ok. Of course Saturday I came to work. I got a whole lot of stuff done. I am quite pleased. It's amazing how much you can get done when you don't have interuptions. Sunday I shuffled WB and mommy to and from work, studied for my exam tomorrow, ate, slept, and watched tv. I watched some WB show called Supernatural. I like it! After that I went over to LAL's to chill and get some female needs met. So when I leave his place I am cool, had my 107 (classic r&b station) going and just cruising on my way to pick WB up from work. I get there, he gets in and slams the door.

Apparently he had a bad day. His job posts the new schedules for the week on Sundays. He waited until after the new schedule to post to tell his manager that he needed Saturday off for KD's brothers wedding. The manager says no, they go back and forth. Blah blah blah. WB was waiting for me to side with him and say how wrong the manager was, but I was in another place mentally and wanted to stay there. Besides, he knew before he even started working that KD's brother was getting married this weekend. He should have spoke up before the manager started making the schedule....anyways WB brothers says that if he don't come in Saturday he could get fired since he is still in his probationary period or whatever. He kept waiting for my input and I just kept saying "your old enough to make your own choices". We get home and he tells his woman about the situation and apparently she told him to take is butt to work Saturday cuz I heard him come in and shut the front door hard. Yeaaaa KD!

One complaint about the couple and then I am going to work. They smoke. I/mom/Pooka don't. I don't have a problem with them smoking as long as they do it outside. Here's is/was the problem.....yesterday I went to clean out my grill. I have not been in the back of my apartment in awhile since WB takes the trash to the road. When I look down there are cigarette butts everywhere. It's like the finish smoking and flick the butt in my yard. If anyone went to the back and didn't know me, they would say that I was a chain smoker. Unhappy, I picked them up (yeah I know what I should have done but I wanted them up right then) and gave the bag of butts to KD. She apologized and told me that she noticed the butts getting bad and they were gonna pick them up *yeah whatever*.

I was gonna run up to Wally world and buy 2 ashtrays but then logic hit me and decided against it. Why am I gonna to buy ashtrays when I don't smoke and I am not making my place smoker friendly?! So they are using this pot I burnt up real bad to place their butts in. I really want WB to speak on it. When we got back from his job last night he went to light up and told him to place his butt in that messed up pot. He looked at me like I was crazy and I just walked away. Yeah I gotta another rule in place mister man! No this ain't your peeps house where everyone smokes. No, this isn't the ghetto where you find various drug paraphenalia laying everywhere. If you don't like it, leave! I want him to say something! And I REALLY want to see another butt in my yard! I love WB, that's my homie, but he really has been working my nerve as of late. People always say you never really know someone until you live with them. They is soooooo true.!

Lata!