ehh.. so i wake up early to get ready to head down to do my share and play my round for the team! I call them to find out how it went last night and will see them at 10. well... they text me back and said they forgot to call us, we don't need to head out, cause they lost!

Oh well.. but i was kind of looking forward in winning and improving my skill. ( 8ball pool) .. i'm pretty good. my 2nd year on a team and my first year going to tri-anuals. Well we made it this far next year we'll...

so i bought an ice pink finger nail poish gonna paint my nails and toes..i have some ice/silvery jewlery and a greyish beaded necklace.. depending on how much i need i will decide. i didn't get those stockings.. but its going to be dark and YES i am pale!!

the reason i'm worried about my leg is cause i still have a torn acl, i wear the shoes.. and i can not drink a drop!

so.. i will sacrafise for some sexy/leg feet..

as for the top portion of my legs...

i was suppose to have a tournament tonight but my baby sitter had plans i got the darm thing rescheduled for early 10am tomorrow.. then gotta rush back home with less then an hour to get ready for the military ball..

btw, i got the dress a couple weeks back and i am not brave to wear this sucker yet, so i headed out to the mall last week and picked up a teal swing dress to match my shoes.. man are my feet gonna hurt!! i dont even have any stockings yet.. i hate last minute things!!!...

Hmmm, think new change is an oxymoron--isn't all change new?

Been feeling down in the dumps lately. My little girl is going off to college and it's becoming REAL, finally. Bought the last of her new goodies last night: 320 gig portable hard drive (pink!) and a mini fridge (also pink!). Everything even remotely sappy makes me burst into tears (well, not exactly burst--you know where you go "I'm not gonna cry; I'm not gonna cry" and the tears come, regardless) ... I just...

So after a nice relaxing trip to Boston, where everything is clean and peaceful (almost dead), the people smiley and friendly, I come back to the mobs of NYC, where people loud and walking all over each other. Crazy...such extreme difference.

Once I get home, I’m practically tripping over Paz with every step. When I sit down in front of the computer to download my pics, he’s constantly jumping on top of the table and blocking my keyboard. I thought cats were supposed to be offish…not...