Remind me never to let my father out of the house without supervision.

There's these religious nuns that my family is pretty close with. My dad had to go over to their house to take care of some issues with their car. They nailed him about his health, my mom's health, their smoking, and my weight.

I have Polycystic Ovary Syndrome. It makes me put on weight, and makes the weight really, really really hard to get off. More or less along the lines of a half a pound a week with dieting and exercising. It's one of those deals that even if I tried harder than anyone on the face of the planet, I would never be able to be smaller than a size 12.

The nuns are from Nigeria, so their boundaries are a little different. They've decided to take matters into their own hands, and now I will be working out with them.

The other option is a small state-of-the-art gym that does not have any personnel at the location (You get in with a card key). This basically means that I will not be bothered by anyone and that I can work at my own pace.

I'm going with option B.

I swear to God that my life is a sitcom and I don't know it.

Labels: diet, family, nuns, weird

Over the last few months, two new families have moved into houses on our street. I live on a dead end with four houses on each side of the street, so two of the eight houses have new people in them.

Now, this may not be a problem for many people, but I dislike new people (and change in general) so I'm too happy about it.

I also have several, for lack of a better word, quirks, that take people a while to get used it.

First of all, I tend to sing. Loudly. I usually don't realize I'm singing loudly, but my parents have told me that I sing so loud that the people can hear me down the block even if we don't have our windows open.

No one has complained about it. Quite the contrary, actually. I've gotten complements on my singing abilities. Florida is quite the strange place, eh?

The newest family has moved across the street from us. They have two children under the age of 10 and no animals. They moved in yesterday. I think they're Hispanic as well. Or at least mixed Hispanic/White (I didn't hear an accent in the wife's voice).

I don't really care, because I'm mixed Hispanic/White myself.

All I really know about the family is that they have two kids, the daughter's name is Sierra, the husband's name is Diego, and that they are renting the house with the option to buy.

Another family moved in about a month ago at the end of the block. I'm not quite sure who lives there. From what I've heard they're a young couple with a little girl. They always seem to have people over, and I've heard them speak Spanish before.

This is going to be an interesting summer.

Labels: families, neighbor, neighborhood, new