Pictures!!!!

ok, so these aren't my pictures, but they're pictures my friend Danny took in Russia. So there's a few of me in there, including the one of my after drinking Red Devil (see cruise blog). I'm assuming (yes, I know what they say about assuming) that you're all intelligent adults, and will know how to get to the Russian pictures after you're on his page (although, you really should check out his Alaska pictures too, they're beautiful). Although, he does have two sets of Russian pictures there. Look at the new ones, named Moscow.

Since there's the link to the pictures, I'm not writing about Russia today. I'm taking all my Russian stuff with me to my grandparents and I'll write it all down there and then type it up when I'm back. No, I didn't keep a journal while I was there. I know, I know. I am bad and evil. I tried, I just didn't ever have time. I'll do it now.

Yesterday, yesterday would have been a good day, except, I went to the doctor. And she weighed me. Why? Why does my doctor need to know how much I weigh? I mean really, it is none of her business. Apparently, I gained 10 lbs., TEN POUNDS, in Russia. TEN POUNDS. Did everyone catch that. I gained TEN FREAKING POUNDS in TWO MONTHS. That's more than a pound a week. No wonder I don't fit into any of my clothes. I weigh more now than I ever have in my entire life. And then, to top it off, I started my period. I took my pills straight through in Russia, because who really knows what their tampons are made of. So, I haven't had my period since May. So, of course, I'm not extra emotional or anything. And then, the swimming pool was closed. I just felt like such a fat pig yesterday that I came home and had banana bread and hot chocolate for dinner. Because that'll help me lose the weight. Wes is only calling me every other day, because he's afraid he'll suffocate me, and I really wanted to talk to him yesterday, but since I was all emotional and crap I didn't want to talk to him. But I called him anyway. And he said I didn't sound crabby at all (he makes me laugh, what can I say: besides, I was mad at me, not at him). And I had sent him a few pictures of me on the cruise, and he said he thought I looked hot. I told him that's because skirts hide fat thighs. He thinks I'm joking. I have 2 weeks and 2 days to try to drop at least a couple of pounds before he gets here. I'm spending 8 hours in a car tomorrow, and Monday. But I'll walk a lot when I'm at my grandparents. And then I'll swim when I get back. I actually don't have to lose all 10 lbs. Just 5. That would put me at a very acceptable weight, although one I still thought I'd never be (I'm a small person, I've always been a small person, and I guess I'm still a small person). Anyway, enough of my fat.

Today, my friend Tiffany is coming over with her brand new baby (when I was in Russia, in my grammar class, we were working on antonyms, and apparently a new person is not an antonym to an old person. It sure made my professor laugh though). This baby was born when I was in Russia and I'm very excited to see her. And my friend Tiffany. But now, I need to pick up my house and shower.

Stacia