First, Oasis, I want to say how sorry I am that you are having a hard time at work. I have been there, and there is never an excuse to talk down to someone.

My rant: I have worked my bottom off the past week dieting and (sometimes) excersising. I haven't had anything yummy to eat for 7 days. I stepped on the scale yesterday and I have gained 5 pounds!!!! WTH! Plus I'm sick and very cranky. My only bright spot is my husband has been wonderful.

Okay... my rant.

I live with my husband, my mother-in-law and my sister-in-law. (We're moving out at the end of 2010 once I finish school.) Anyway, I had made an agreement with my mother-in-law to let me cook on Monday and Tuesdays. That way, I have time to study for the four classes I'm taking, (on top of the full-time job.) Well, we made this agreement on Sunday, the 22nd. I told my MIL that if I got home late on those two days, do not start dinner!!! I will do it when I get home. On Monday, the 23rd, I went grocery shopping with my MIL when I got home from work. So we got home at around 8pm, so we both cooked dinner together. Fine. On Tuesday, the 24th, my bunny, Sonic, died, so obviously, I was up in my room, crying my arse off, so I didn't make dinner nor did I even worry about food. Okay... so this past Monday, when I get off from work, I went grocery shopping for what I wanted to make for dinner. All she ever cooks is meat, potato, rice and fried plaintains. Everyday. All day. She changes the kind of potato but generally it's the same thing. So anyway, I went grocery shopping. I come home and she's in the kitchen. so I start making small talk and start cooking. Bam. She gets out the pot to start making rice. .. anyway. I start making Cuban black beans, and she starts seeing what I'm making, so I tell her. Mom had gave me a bunch of leftover ground meat mixed with cheese and chopped fried plaintains. (sounds weird but it was really good.) I was gonna serve that with white rice and black beans. That's it. It's my day to make dinner, right? *double check the calander* yeah, Monday. Anyway, she started getting meat out of the fridge. Woah woah. I had to say something. I asked her. She said the meat didn't look like enough. It was enough. Trust me. She unwillingly puts it on the counter. Not back in the fridge but on the counter. She cuts plaintains and fries them. I didn't want to serve plaintains. The meat already had them in it. *rolls eyes* So I served my hubby when we were done and myself and we ate. About five minutes later, I heard the gas stove clicking, she was turning it on. I peeked over and saw her starting to cook the meat. ?!?!?? I told my hubby, who went over and asked her. And she said (in Spanish) "Oh, I don't think my daughter is going to like that meat." Keep in mind this is a 19 year old daughter, not a 9 year old. *rolls eyes again* So... next day comes, Tuesday. I get home from work and from the gym at about 6pm. I had bought chicken tenders the previous to make chicken crusted parmeasean with some pasta, and I was already planning on making that. I walk into the kitchen, and I see her cooking. She's cooking. It's Tuesday. My day. She's an effing Kitchen Nazi. I can't wait to move out....

Okay... I vented...