Wow. Today is interesting. I work 3-11pm and this morning my phone was ringing at 625am. I honestly thought that it would be my job asking me to come in earlier, so being the dedicated worker that I am,(cough, cough) I ignored the phone. And I cant hear that well, so I didnt know who was on the machine but I kept having this nagging feeling to go and listen to the message. So I did and I am glad that I did because it was my MOTHER telling me that my FATHER had been robbed at gunpoint yesterday. That scared the crap outta me as I am very close to my dad and I cannot imagine my life without him, or actually, without any of my family, as Im sure you guys out there can relate. I also found myself to be a little angry, like who does this man with a gun think that he is, messing with MY dad?! My mom said he was ok and that a police report was filed, but its Cleveland, and shit like that is never taken seriously over there, I dont even know why they have police. Thats how it was when I lived in Youngstown, too, the cops get pissed when you waste their time. Ugh, it makes me sick, because I used to think of cops as heros. Anyways, Im off the subject. Anyways, this guy put a gun to the back of my dads neck and kept saying that he was going to kill him. My dad is a short, hispanic man, but I dont think he fears anything. He is the type of person who just deals with stuff as life hands it to him. But all he had was $20 that his job gives him per day and there was no way that he was giving that up. This guy made the mistake of hitting my dad in the back of the head which pissed my dad off enough for him to turn around and start fighting with the guy, cursing back and forth. My dad told him, "F--k you, Im not giving you anything." and in short, my dad is safe and sound at home and the perp is out there walking the streets, as usual. My dad said what probably helped is that the kitchen door to the school was open and he was able to run in there and there were PEOPLE there so the perp left and everyone searched everywhere but no luck.(Oh yeah, in case youre wondering, my dad is a truck driver. He drives school lunches to schools every day and his days often start at 3am and he doesnt get home until about 4pm and he travels to at least Cleveland if not further. But he likes what he does, or at least it gets the bills paid, so he does it every day with no complaints. :) ) And then the police told my dad that he should have just given him the money. Im glad my dad is safe, but I do think its funny that he wasnt giving up his $20.

Ok, now that Im done with the depressing shit, Im going to work out before I go to work. Today is weight training day. I went and bought stuff last night for a salad. I hope to take a grilled chicken one to work today.