Happy Sunday
Jun. 5th, 2005 07:58 amI'm a chicken. I didn't call Mom this morning. I just didn't want to start off my day with hearing how bad off she is. I'll wait until my brother reports in. If she's better, then she'll call. So no news... you get the drift. I'm not going to wallow in it.
In happy news, I can see my ankles! Well, at least one of them. Generally, my ankles are swollen. Sometimes - especially when it's hot - they are huge. Often my right one is bigger than my left. They never hurt. And, I'm sure it's a sign of something horrible. Mainly it's just annoying. Unlike my fat ass, I don't need a mirror to see my ankles. I see them all the time. They are a constant reminder of how old, out of shape, fat and probably heading towards doom I am.
But, today... my left one is slim and ready for fuck me heels! My right one is a little swollen but not nearly as much as usual. I want to dig out 'good job' stars and plant one on both. I'm sure it's because I spent so much of yesterday with my feet propped up on the ottoman.
It's cloudy out this morning which means my house will be cool all day. No sun in the morning is the best gift a day can give me. Thank you.
The laundry is landrying.
I need to catch Money up with my online accounts.
Two units on my floor are having realtor open houses this afternoon. I may have to nose about.
My neighbor down the hall - a local TV news reporter who bought the unit a few years ago - finally replaced the carpet yesterday. I was a bit gratified to see that her old carpet was in about as crappy shape as mine was and she doesn't even have pets. I didn't see the new stuff. I did see [edit, thanks,
estis] all her furniture out in the hallway. She needs Sheri.
I think I'll make some breakfast.
In happy news, I can see my ankles! Well, at least one of them. Generally, my ankles are swollen. Sometimes - especially when it's hot - they are huge. Often my right one is bigger than my left. They never hurt. And, I'm sure it's a sign of something horrible. Mainly it's just annoying. Unlike my fat ass, I don't need a mirror to see my ankles. I see them all the time. They are a constant reminder of how old, out of shape, fat and probably heading towards doom I am.
But, today... my left one is slim and ready for fuck me heels! My right one is a little swollen but not nearly as much as usual. I want to dig out 'good job' stars and plant one on both. I'm sure it's because I spent so much of yesterday with my feet propped up on the ottoman.
It's cloudy out this morning which means my house will be cool all day. No sun in the morning is the best gift a day can give me. Thank you.
The laundry is landrying.
I need to catch Money up with my online accounts.
Two units on my floor are having realtor open houses this afternoon. I may have to nose about.
My neighbor down the hall - a local TV news reporter who bought the unit a few years ago - finally replaced the carpet yesterday. I was a bit gratified to see that her old carpet was in about as crappy shape as mine was and she doesn't even have pets. I didn't see the new stuff. I did see [edit, thanks,
I think I'll make some breakfast.

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Date: 2005-06-05 06:34 pm (UTC)It sucks so much that if I ever manage to loose some weight (highly doubful, but a girl can dream, right?), it will mostly be thanks to my ankles, i.e. they are just about the only things that could possibly motivate me to get a little slimmer ('cause apart from the bloody bloating, I kind of like being fat - weird, huh?). I have noticed that I get much more tired when I'm blotated.
Why can't they invent food that tastes great, but has no nutritional value whatsover? ;-)
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Date: 2005-06-05 08:24 pm (UTC)She did want you to sell her furniture I hope.