new sight.

I have been feeling crappy for a while. However, the last week things improved a little. I started working on my diet, got some new cute clothes from Dev, and went to school feeling great on Thursday. Apparently, however, my frankness at a couple of meetings pissed the director of teaching and learning off- big time. He requested a meeting with me on Tuesday- about what I can only guess. Irritated, I contacted K the principal and he came to down. Basically he isn't sure what I did either, only that it is serious. K is pretty defensive of me, so he said he would come to the meeting to smooth things over.

I was pretty pissed- well really pissed. Its nice to be needed and defended, but I hate to have to justify myself to a moron who doesn't do his job. However, a good hair cut/color and some new glasses later, I feel a little better if not at least distracted. Check out my oldness!

blips

*still not pregnant
*St does not have cancer!
(but has one less testicle)
*we are fighting to keep my school open.
*I have tattoo fever
*Pissed about the negative pregancy test (after I was pretty sure I was) and the reality of the PCOS diet that I need to adhere to, I got TRASHED last night.
*the house is in shambles
(both dirty and under construction)
*I need to loose weight
*I am on the borderline for needing to wear glasses daily, so now I will wear them occasionally, so see how bad they are.
*bleary is the winter, my mind, and my mood

prideful.

So I hadn't gotten any new boots this school year. Typically I am a skirt and boots kind of girl and rotate pretty religiously between 2 or 3 pairs of boots for work. I prefer boots because they are heels that can go through the snow. I also am VERY hard on nylons/tights, so it helps that I only have 4 -6 inches of open area around my knee for me to snag when I wear boots. It really help those hose last longer!

Both of my boots this year had worn down to the point where one pair was pretty uncomfortable, so I started wearing the other one more. This resulted in the break of not one, but both of the heels (during a skyway marathon literally across Minneapolis). Desperate I ran through the skyway to Macy's on the way back knowing that it was time. I had been looking at boots for a while, but nothing had really struck me. I also knew it was time to find a lower option for heel length. I always run between 2 1/2 to 3 1/2, but I have really felt how much more energy it takes to go through a day in heels.However after looking through the selection of many nice boots, some flat some mid-range - I fell in love with these. They are RIDICULOUS!!! They are by far the highest heels I have ever attempted to make it through the day in- and I LOVE THEM! My pride at still maintaining my chosen image won't allow me to really dwell on how stupid it is to try to make my body adjust to these every day. They make me feel so sexy, and they set me apart from the rest of the women I know, and I just can't let that powerful feeling go. My feet have other feelings . . .