Nail picture

Just to prove that I really do like nails, and do my own... here's a pic!!! WOOT!

Ummm... I don't recall what these are called except they are both Color Club. One is Revvvolution, and the other... slips my mind! That, and a Konad full nail stamp. See, all this time that I've been doing nails, and taking pics of them hoping to someday post them... well, I wasn't smart enough to record what colors and patterns I used... duh. I'll post whatever info I can find later when I have some energy to walk over to my melmers and find out! (Right now, I really need to finish writing this letter to Experian to freeze my credit. Grrr.) Sorry folks!

Disclaimer! This is a very old pic, I have learned how to use the macro function, but those are on the desktop computer, and I've gone too far to walk back to it. ;)

Oh, and obviously I have no clue how to manipulate pics or anything with Blogger, so uh, yeah... gimme time folks.

I Hate Thieves

Howdy Everyone!!!
Look, I came back earlier than last time!!! LOL! Ok, so I'm a dork. That's ok, I'm proud of it.

So, I've become the victim of identity theft. This sucks. I'm so stressed out, and it seems that I am being treated as the criminal. Investigations will be ran, but not on who did the crime, but on ME!!! WTF?!?! Are you kidding? Why do I have to prove who I am, where I lives, and that I am who I really say I am, and noooooooooo I haven't ran up bills galore for my own pleasure; I haven't decided that it'd be fun to screw up my credit score.

I even have an address. So most of this investigation by the company surrounds the facts of proving I don't live there. Yet, I spoke to the office manager of this apartment complex where the perp lives... they won't give out any information about the tenant except to the police. This company is not the police. Which means its up to me to prove as much as I can. They did tell me that if I come in with a picture ID, then they can compare it to their database, and at least tell me whether or not I "live" there or not. What I've forgotten to mention is that this idiot who has given me more gray hairs used my maiden name. I don't have any IDs in my maiden name!!! I can't even call her back until next Wednesday to find out if it'd be ok to bring in other documents to prove I used to be a Stuart.

What sucks worse? None of the bills for where I currently live are in my name. So instead, I have to hope that bills like my insurance, paycheck stubs, and medical bills will be enough. Will it be? I can only hope so. But right now, I am so stressed and depressed that I am feeling like the glass is EMPTY. Yes, police reports are filed, but seriously... what will the police do? The Anchorage PD are too busy catching real bad guys supposedly. They are already short handed, so what will they do? No, I truly think the police report is simply for the benefit of the credit bureaus. Sigh...

But everyone I talk to, everywhere I go, treat me like I am LYING! Why the hell would I lie about this? Ugh... Whoever you are... my one wish right now is to have 5 minutes alone in a room with you. I may walk out bloody, but I promise that you won't even walk out at all!!!

Ok, I know that was a mean statement, but tell me that YOU wouldn't feel the same way if this happened to you. Dreaming is nice though.

What's worse? I haven't had time to do my nails these last couple of days. So wrong.

~M

Uh...

Ok, so it's been a looooong time since I've posted. A very long time. So probably the right thing to say is that my latest obsession was Absolutely nothing!

Ok, maybe not nothing.

I still keep my digits polished, and decorated, and blah, blah, blah... I still read nail blogs on a daily basis. Which reminds me to the 2 followers I ever have, uh... had... I am sorry!!!

Wow, I am definitely hoping that the next time I post it won't be 6 months from now. LOL. Even my hubby is able to post on a weekly basis which means SO CAN I!! ;)

Maybe I'll post more again later. For now, I'm signing off because I have a migraine, and I have no idea what possessed me to blog now of all times. I'm weird like that.