I had an appointment after work and didn’t get home until 9:00 p.m. It was too late to cook a real meal and I wasn’t all that hungry anyway. So what did I eat? A bag of popcorn with some golden raisins thrown in (yummy!) and a peach.
Is that bad?
Foot Porn
July 22, 2008 By Leave a Comment
Oh heavenly days! I was on one of my favorite blogs (jennsylvania.com) this morning, and she had written a post about these awesome Mary Janes by YOU by Crocs Shoes. They were cute as hell and, more importantly, they looked comfortable. So, of course, I had to see if I could find me some.
Well, Holy Shoe Fetish, Batman! I discovered a whole blogging community devoted to SHOES. Glorious shoes. Cute shoes. High-heeled shoes. Feet in shoes (hot nail polish colors, pedicures). Tennis shoes. Flip-flops. Charitable shoes (shoes made in Iraq). Budget shoes. Shoe charms. Who knew?
I’m 4’11″ so I tend to wear high heels often—boots, sandals, whatever. We’re talking sky-high heels. Rarely are they shorter than 3 1/2 inches high. I can run, walk 65 blocks and carry heavy loads in my heels. Sometimes I can do all three things at once. (I can’t, however, walk and chew gum.)
Years ago I started to wear heels to work because I worked with all men—and all of them were over 6’2″. I had to carry myself differently for them to respect me. I had to stretch to my full height—and then some—to create a presence. (I have also been known to stand on a chair so I am eyeball-to-eyeball with whomever I’m “discussing” matters with.)
At some point, I realized that I felt less dumpy in my towering stilettos. So I bought more. And despite the fact that it’s nearly impossible to find shoes in a size 5, my shoes have taken over the closet (and then some). I’m lucky (knock on wood) that don’t have serious foot problems, back problems or stretched calves because of this. I have actually had to make an effort to wear my sneakers more, and I spend my weekends in flip-flops and UGG slippers when I can.
I have not, however, been able to find those amazing Croc Mary Janes in a size 5. But I’ve found a whole community of shoe bloggers to help me do so!
Cranky
July 21, 2008 By Leave a Comment
Do you ever have those days when you wake up and before you so much as flip the covers off and step on the floor, you’re cranky?
Today was one of those days. There’s no reason for it. Yeah, it’s Monday. But last night I went to bed early. I slept well. I didn’t wake up 16 times to let the dog out or go to the bathroom. I didn’t over-sleep this morning, and I didn’t struggle to get out the door. There was no line in Starbucks—in fact, my drink was ready before I even paid. I didn’t even hit any traffic. I got to work in record time. Work was busy but it wasn’t unusually demanding. I had to work a little late but still got home at a reasonable time. I didn’t feel like going to the gym so I took the dog for a long walk—something we both needed. She even behaved and didn’t pull (much). I came back from my walk and dinner was cooked. There weren’t even any dishes to do. I got to watch what I wanted on TV (caught up on “The Next Food Network Star” and watched part of “Bull Durham”). No one was mean to me today. In fact, people were downright friendly.
So why the hell am I so cranky? Obviously, when things go wrong or someone’s mean, I get cranky. But sometimes when things run too smoothly, when things go too well, I get suspicious and on edge (What’s around the corner? What crap is going to hit the fan next?). Sometimes I’m working stuff out in my head and until I process it, I’m not happy.
And sometimes? Sometimes I’m just cranky. (And sometimes? I embrace being cranky. I know, what a beyotch.)
Hopefully, tomorrow will be better. Hopefully, everything will be crappy, and I can be happy again.
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