ergh

I feel oogy today.
Ladies - you know what I mean. it's compounded somehow tho. I just feel like I need someone to stick me with a pin and deflate me. You know what I mean? I hope this feeling goes away, of course I've changed my mind about not going to MR tomorrow and I want to dress up. Can't do that if I can't get in the corset.

In other news my nails are shiney. I sprung for some nail polish that caught my eye when I stopped for "supplies" at Walgreens. It's called a "mirror polish" and came with a special bottom coat, then a matte polish that dries to a VERY SHINEY silver mirror finish. Me likey. Light keeps flashing off them. I'm thinking once my nails grow a bit more, I'm taking a dark purple and this polish and getting a french manicure with it. I totally SUCK at applying nail polish, my nail beds are a mess. I might take this polish off tonight and redo the cuticles and reapply. I need some serious creme therapy on them.

I have work to do today and checks to deposit. I should get moving. I was going to do some work before I left but I think it's going to have to wait til I get home. Hopefully I will finish quick, and be able to get on AIM and make some phone calls tonight. Lou's mommy' had to poke me to call him *grins* I'm going to be a GOOD GIRL when I stop at BJ's for TWO THINGS tonight.

Off to the wars. I'm wondering if I have to take my nephew on his field trip tomorrow. *gags*

Addendum

whoever stuck me with that pin, thanks *grins*
My midsection has been feeling "squishy" since Scotland. I means I've lost some weight. Now I don't exactly like the Homer Simpson style "look at that flubber fly!" feeling, but I DIDN'T like where my body took me after tax season. Especially after the success of keeping my weight down the previous tax season. I'm a bit more motivated to get myself moving, but the body hasn't caught up to the mind yet. I still have the same situation at home, unable to cook, no storage, nothing but "instant" or "fast" and THAT is what's killing me. Yesterday I longed for crisp green beans so much it scared me. I'm tired of eating crap. But good stuff is either expensive to buy made, or see storage issue. *sighs* When I have a bit more money, I need to buy into the Slimfast shakes again. I'm way overeating at one meal, since I don't have time or energy to get other meals. The shakes and meal bars were my ass saver that tax season. It's just an expensive habit to get into, again.

*shrugs* My corsets don't fit right. That's the mind killer. I am comfortable with things, but honestly, enough is enough. I can't believe I won't feel better without some of this. Maybe make it easier to get moving if there's less of me to move.

Eh, that aside, I feel a latte calling me thins morning *evil grin* I haven't had a latte in over a week. I'm trying to not make them a habit, but once in a while, it's necessary.

Help!

I'm being strongarmed into a pretty purple corset!
With straps, and it's a deep purple! And will make my cleavage look AWESOME!
Help help help!

*evil grin*

Reasons why I get nothing done

The Unit, after being sick and *hand, staple, forehead* and lounging in bed all day (IE Getting in my way) is now all Fired Up.

Last night when I came in, she was on a rampage, albeit a minor one. Seems the management company of the building and the trustees of the condo board are sneaky bastards. They just sent out a letter regarding the raising of condo fees (which has the Unit fired up already. To Be Honest - it IS high, I wouldn't except the condo fees to be so high, over $300 a month at this point. On Top Of The Mortgage. Might make things iffy for me. But anyway.....) Buried in this letter, after the blah blah blah, was the notification of a special assessment for TWELVE HUNDRED DOLLARS. For what? Redoing the hallways, carpet and paint. Which was JUST DONE two years ago.

So, her rant was "I wanted OUT of this place two years ago *and it's YOUR fault I'm not out*"( that last part is inferred. She's good at inferring.) I told her "So sell it. You want to blame me, go right ahead. But you're a grown up and I'm NOT taking the blame for you being a wishy washy fuck." Imagine your landlord, hinting to you how he'd like to sell the building but needs the tenants out, but then renews your lease because he doesn't want to TELL You to get out, and wants you to leave on your own. Right, it makes no sense, right?

Argh. it's continuing. I have stuff to do.

*sighs*

Have just been told that the Unit will AGAIN be home tomorrow, this time babysitting the teeniest rug rat, so that my sister can go on my nephew's field trip.
yet ANOTHER day of getting nothing done. I think I'm going to go to the storage unit for the day. Maybe I can talk M into coming over and helping.