Day 3 of 3 hell-ish days...

Oh my goodness, I am going insane this morning. I went out for breakfast with my sister and parents for Father's Day earlier, and now I'm sitting at home going stir crazy. I think this is honestly the worst day I've had for missing her so far. It's probably because I was an idiot and text messaged her yesterday afternoon... that kind of burst my protective bubble. Now I just want to be with her so much it hurts.

I keep cycling through blogs and websites I frequent in hope of distracting myself for a while, but that's not working. I don't feel like sitting down and watching a movie. It's pouring rain outside so a walk is probably not the best idea. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I should start packing for Toronto.

I bought four pairs of shorts yesterday (using a gift certificate I've had since Christmas) because I realized I only had one pair that fit me. It's weird, I have lots of clothes (well, enough to fill a closet and a dresser) but only one third of them fit me. I have sizes 12 - 18 in my wardrobe to cater to my fluctuating weight. I'm currently between a 14 and a 16 (they don't make a size 15, in case you're wondering why I don't just say '15'...), so about half of my wardrobe is too baggy and half of it is a little snug. All the more motivation to lose some more weight. I've lost 10 lbs in the past three weeks and must have lost some inches as well because a pair of pants that were too snug for me last month now fit perfect.

Anyway, I should start packing for Toronto. Yeah, I mentioned it already, but I'm trying to psych myself up for it. I hate packing. I normally pack the morning I'm leaving. It's one of those weird things...especially considering that I'm a person who thrives on organization. Hm... maybe baby steps instead. First, I'll go pick out the suitcase I want to bring...looks like I'll be borrowing my sister's ugly olive green suitcase again because my nice black suitcase was stolen out of my grandparents' garage last year.

Alright, here are some pictures of the yard with more flowers and the new addition of the hot tub on the back deck. I'll put up another pic when people are actually in it...


Here is a picture from the front door:


No more tulips around the tree:


The front walk:


Front yard as a whole:


Flowers:








This little sign on a metal stake makes me laugh smile every time I see it:


Today I'm grateful for:

* My dad
* My iPod
* That I haven't run out of dvd's to watch
* That I didn't text message her back when she replied