Simply Shoes

This morning the email that most women wait for appeared in my inbox... DSWs Summer Sale began today. More shoes were slashed to 80% off, triple points for members today... a shoe extravagnza!! OR so they want you to believe.

Don't get me wrong, I left with a new pair of shoes, but I have to comment on a few things.

1. Designers need to stop trying to mimic the "Glass" slipper. The poly-plastic-crap used to make them are sticky and look good are almost no one when the feet start to swell and appear like sausage in a casing.

2. Adding large plastic globs that looks like the Goody hair twisties when I was 5 to the thong on a pair of sandals does not make them worth an extra $25.

3. Just because the shoes were $80 and are now only $8 does not mean that you should buy them if they aren't really want you wanted. If you don't like wedges, ladies, you will not like them any better only paying $8.

Again, today, I wandered the aisles of DSW thinking that, for the most part, the shoes were plain and unoriginal. There was a pair of Chinese Laundry that I loved, but they didn't have them in my size. Instead, I kept coming back to these dark red K-Swiss shoes... so when I came back to them a fourth time, I decided to get them... and my size was not there. I tried them on in a half size smaller than my usual, and they were a great fit.

Shoes represent who we are; they are part of oue essential personality... shoes matter. I just wonder what it says about me that I'm suddenly bored by the "usual faire." And tonight, while IM'ing with a friend about mid-life crises (MLC), I wondered if that might be part of it. An early MLC... And I decided in our conversation that a MLC Checklist was in order... so here it is:

__ Buy a very expensive article of clothing (or two).

__ Have a fling with a 20-something.

__ Experiement with hair color.

__ Join a community garden.

__ Ravage your closets to throw out anything that is remotely useless.

__ Begin dancing to your iPod in the weight room of your gym while waiting on a machine.

__ Download to your iPod those songs that remind you of the ::Glory Days:: (bonus if you download Glory Days).

Ok, what am I missing here?

Ambiguities, Anteaters and other things that are not related to the letter A

Part one: Ambiguities

To say astrology is, at best, ambigious seems to be rather redundant. But allow me to paint a picture: I get home from work, clean up a hairball, put my iPod on the charger, put my lunch stuff away, go into the bathroom, clean up another hairball and sit down to read my horoscope for the day, because apparently, it is only delivered via email after most of my day has past... to which it reads thusly...

Well, what was that? Frankly, you can't believe your eyes or your ears. But
after the initial shock wears off, you'll just have to laugh. Everyone has their
own way of dealing with things, and this definitely isn't yours!

I believe, wholeheartedly that this is a very circular horoscope and making any sense of it is really not possible. What I do find striking is that at least it matches in recieving it at the latter part of the day.

Part two: Anteaters

Today it was suggested to me that to allievate the ant problem I have in my garden, I should obtain and utilize an anteater. Shortly after this suggestion, SK was called in to perform some G2 gathering on this seemingly realistic approach to organic gardening.... and after dashing the hopes of this plan working, suggested several other alternatives... non nearly as exciting, but several on par with feeding a pigeon an alka seltzer. My mother, however, being rational and such merely suggested hiesting an anteater from the zoo... which obviously makes more sense than saving coffee grounds. Additional G2 may be required.

Part three: other things that are not related to the letter A

Officially, my time for the 5k yesterday was 40:17. Now, I have something to beat for the next time. Competitive? I know I will never be the one coming in with a time of 15 minutes or less, but if I could get to around 34 eventually, I think that would be sweet.

And in one of those things that make you stop and go... hmmm...Reuters reports today on how "mooing" ringtones, among other sounds, like sheep, etc. are being used to lure leopards that have infiltrated Indian villiages in the state of Gujarat. If nothing else, check out the article for the super awesome picture of a leopard playing on a tire swing.

That's it. I'm out.

Things that go on behind open blinds

So, all in all, my adventures in hula hooping is going well enough. It's a lot of fun. I created my own iTunes mix of Hoola Hoop music, but it seems to break my blog when I add it... this will mark the second time I've reposted this!

I did notice my neighbors watching the other day as I hula'ed in front of the TV (and the patio door). Not nearly as startling as the revelation this morning that the other neighbor was watching me get dressed. I had forgotten, or just not realized (cared) that the blinds were open in the bedroom window and was surprised to see a neighbor--clearly not laughing--leaned over his balcony to see into my bedroom. At least I can say that I was not doing anything that was considered outside the standards of normalcy and decency by any conventional definition. At least I wasn't nekkid hula'ing... now that would be simply terrifying!! And definately not decent.

Now, whether it is normal or decent to be photographed while hoola'ing in one's SuperGirl jammies is a whole other estimation.

More shit that pisses me off

After two beautiful days, they are calling for SNOW in the morning. Today was in the 60s, so was yesterday, it is still rather nice out... and SNOW? Someone will have to pay for this.

Another thing is American Idol... can we just be over with that rot already? If I wanted to hear second rate copy cat singers with limited creativity and vocal ability I would pull out my Pussycat Dolls CD or hang out in Karaoke Bars.

There are some commericals, too, that have rendered me speechless in the last few days out of their sheer stupidity... but I really just needed to get the snow and American Idol off my chest. This should really just be a reminder to myself that I shouldn't get so excited to pull out open toe shoes in March and to charge my iPod so I don't have to listen to morning radio on the way to work.