First and foremost, I have to say that I am annoyed.  I just barely squeaked down the last of the gallon of water before I went to bed last night.  Needless to say, I had to get up in the middle of the night.  So I woke up cranky this morning, wishing that I could just stay in bed.  Of course I couldn’t.  Annoyed.

I gained two pounds.  I think that if I put all the food I ate yesterday in a pile and weighed it, it wouldn’t have weighed two pounds.  Venture a guess that it might be… uh, I don’t know…. WATER WEIGHT?!!  So much for the magic water causing weight loss.  Annoyed.

I took my urine Ph and as much as I read online that the Ph of your water can’t change the Ph of your body because of something very medical and technical that I don’t understand which is going on in the stomach… I was at or very close to being at a Ph of 6.2 which is less acid.  Sorta irritating.  BUT, is it because I have dramatically increased the amount of my water intake, or is it because I have started taking in drastic amounts of this particular water?  I don’t know, dammit, I don’t know!!!  Do YOU know?  Can you explain it to me?  I rule out the placebo effect, because I am skeptical, right?  I didn’t go into this expecting it to DO anything.  I am trying to save my parents lots and lots o’dough.  It’s only day two. Maybe I will drop 20 pounds by tomorrow and my Ph will fluctuate wildly every day until the end of time.  I have no idea, but it’s bugging me.

In other news, work sucked today.  My boss fired one of the property managers, and regardless of my feeling on the firing itself, it made the office suck today.  It was eerily quiet, there was crying, and whispering, some swearing, and a couple of creepy comments, and drama and all that sort of stuff which makes for a crappy day.  Never a dull moment.  And then I remembered that I have a THREE DAY WEEKEND this weekend, and it made everything better.  Well, for me anyhow.  Martin Luther King is the MAN!!  Da Man?  Eh, forget it.  You know what I mean.  I’m so tragically unhip.

Oh… and it’s Friday!!!  Here you go:

Don’t say I never gave you anything!  I, of course, am the one making the funny face in the glasses.  An only child suffering from middle child syndrome for sure!  The other two hooligans are my (step-, again only for clarity’s sake) brother and sister.  This photograph was taken in December of 1974 at the Shriner Christmas Party if the back of the photograph is accurate.  That puts Mike and I at 4 and Kelli at 6 years old.  Check us out, rocking the 70′s Christmas garb.  Apparently there was only one pair of red socks between us.  I’ve got to step away from Christmas…