Thursday, September 27, 2007

Sassy Shoe Thursday: Endless Fun

I can get way too carried away playing with this. I loved the ones I designed yesterday so much that I left the page up all day so Nate could see them when he got home from work:

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Aren't they amazing? And the possibilities are virtually endless. This may have to be added to my things-I'll-do-first-if-I-come-into-a-windfall-of-cash list, right below a weekly house cleaning service and a pair of Christian Louboutin's.

Also, for those of you on the hunt for the perfect fall boot I have come across a wonderful website. While it doesn't have some of the trendier styles I love, it's selection is not shabby., get this, makes their boots in not just foot sizes but CALF SIZES!!! They're not inexpensive, but they're all leather and the reviews are great. I may at some point consider paying that much for a pair of boots that fits my leg perfectly and is, for all intents and purposes, timeless. (Which may be why they DON'T carry some of the more trendier styles!)

As an update on this issue, I did indeed order the boots from They were my birthday present, which my amazing friend Jason made in part possible. They came Tuesday, and they're absolutely gorgeous. Wonderful. Beautiful. But... they don't fit my legs!!! I tried them on a few different ways. With my skinny jeans. With dresses. With big socks. Nate's response was, "they make you look like you have cankles." I thought he was just being overly negative until I asked a trusted friend last night. One glance at them on my feet and she said, "they look like cankle boots." Oh!!!! OH!!!!!!!! But they're so lovely! There's just no definition for my legs. Did you know that ever since 7th grade when I saw Shelly Hansford wearing her LA Gear with tube socks and her legs looked so perfect I have yearned and yearned for larger calves? Alas, it was not meant to be. Small ankles. Small calves.

So today I will box back up my beautiful Haydon boots and send them on their way. My search continues. (I can't do the duo boot thing at the moment.) I feel like I've looked at every near-reasonably priced boot out there and can't find a cute cuffed version that will work.

I'll let you know as soon as I do.
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Wednesday, September 26, 2007

It’s gettin’ hot in here...

This is awesome. Funny how silly and ludicrous songs can sound when you take the gangstas with grills out of them. This girl is talented.

Now, if you aren't familiar with the original you can check it out here. Except that last time I posted a hilarious cover video and the original along with it as a reference for those who didn't know why it was so funny, I received some negative feedback from a couple of readers. So, don't click to see the original if you may be offended by it's content!!!
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Friday, September 21, 2007

The Shirt

Last week I was running around doing errands. Return something there, pick up something here. I was at the mall for reasons I can't remember (This is your brain. This is motherhood. This is your brain on motherhood. Any questions?), and had to walk through Macy's. Well, you can't simply walk through Macy's. You have to walk by the sale rack. Then you might just have to thumb through to see what size those cute pants are on the sale rack. Then when you see the cute shirt that would match the cute pants also hanging on the sale rack, and subsequently see the sign that says "take an extra 50% off the lowest marked price," you might have to make a trip to the dressing room.

A trip to the dressing with a four year old can be an interesting adventure, especially when there's other women in the slatted cubicles on either side to hear the conversation. It had something to do with diapers, underwear, sharks, Brittney, and Heaven was mentioned in the midst of it. I kept hearing snickers coming from the cublicle to my right. I guess I'd laugh, too. (You can always tell who was in the dressing room by who is watching you with that knowing half smile when you exit.) So, it could have been the distracting conversation... or maybe it was the energy I put into trying to convince myself the shirt looked good... or maybe it was because I was rushing, since I didn't really have the time or money to be in the dressing room trying on new clothes anyway...

A few errands later, while walking into Costco, I realized my shirt was on inside out. That wouldn't be a big deal, mind you, if it was solid color. Just a few exposed seams here and there. But it wasn't. It was my Ado(red) t-shirt. So the print was backwards. Nice.

And I thought people were smiling at me because my outfit was so cute.

(This is where I remind myself that as long as you hold your head high and carry yourself with confidence you can pull off any outfit. ANY outfit. Even one with an inside out shirt with backwards print. Right? RIGHT?)

Consequently, I bought the Macy's shirt, and it's haging in the Macy's bag by the front door, receipt attached. It didn't really work, even after my attempts at self-convincing. Now I have to return it. I'll try to stay out of the dressing rooms this time.
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Thursday, September 20, 2007

Other people’s words on other blogs

I actually posted on my other page earlier today. Some of you have been following Bethany's links, so this post is nothing new. But others of you have no idea who or what I just referred to. (Which may be a tad sad if I stop to think about it.)

You don't have to go. You don't have to read. But it does stir your thoughts, and it's always good to ponder intelligent things once in a while. Not to say that my usual posts aren't intelligent... just to say that often they may lack subjects that would fall among the higher points of an IQ range.

Then again, maybe it depends on the owner of said IQ.

That's all.
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Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Conversations with Ian

Over lunch today:

"Mom, why do we puke?"

*swallows current bite of ham* "Umm, well... when your body get sick sometimes it thinks whatever is in your tummy is bad. The muscles squeeze tight to push the bad stuff up and out of your tummy."

"Oh. But when you're not sick, the muscles don't squeeze?"


"And then the food goes down into your legs."
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Tuesday, September 18, 2007



*One of these.

*Two of these.

*Two nice wooden hampers with lids.

*And a new purse.

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"Well, you better get crackin’ on your birthday list blog, then."

These words were uttered by my husband yesterday afternoon. They were preceeded by these words:

Him - "You're not getting anything for your birthday."

Me - "What? Why not?"

Him - "You haven't told me what you want."

Me - "Honey, I'm like the easiest person in the world to buy for! You're my husband, you know what I want. Read my blog!"

Him - "I'm not buying you one hundred and seventy-three dollar boots."

Me - *scowls* "There's other stuff, too."

Him - see title

Sheesh. Someone could give me a twig with a bow on it. I would display it proudly, commenting on how unique and rustic it was. I am not a rocket scientist. This is not rocket science. And, truly, just occupy my children for twenty minutes and I'll be happy. But, here's my list anyway.

*A housekeeper once a week. Fine, I'll take every other week. To do the bathrooms, floors, windows, and baseboards. (I'll still take care of the normal stuff.) Wait, this sounds somewhat familiar.

*Tickets to David Crowder Band at the House of Blues in Anaheim October 14th. (Pretty difficult, seeing as how I'm out of town in the days shortly before and shortly after.)

*Their new cd, Remedy (out September 25th).

*Simplify Your Time, by Marcia Ramsland. I sat by this wonderfully sweet lady at Women of Faith. She can calm you with a simple smile. I think I need this book. I know I need this book. Read the title! YOU know I need this book!!! (And if I need that, I might need this one, too. And maybe this one?)

*The boots. Brown. 7 1/2.

*Cute closed-toe flats. Red patent?

*New jeans.

*My camera repaired... or a new one. (This is my own fault.)

*A laptop... so my time at sports practices can be used to jump start my dreams. But, I'm a mac girl, so this won't come cheaply. So it also won't come anytime soon.


*Tall Uggs. Who cares if they aren't "trendy" anymore. They're classic, and will be cherished come November soccer games, April baseball games, and all the months inbetween. (Those who think we moved to "warm, sunny California" need to come for a visit!)

*A new humidifier for my lovely guitar.

*My husband to read For Men Only. (Don't worry, honey. It's already on its way. I know how much you love to read.)

So, if we go by this list, I'll probably get a book, a cd, and maybe a guitar humidier. The rest aren't very reasonable. And even if I wake up Saturday with a twig lying next to my pillow, I'll be perfectly happy. I have a wonderfully loving family, and an amazing husband who cooks dinner, loads and unloads the dishwasher, jumps on the trampoline with the kids, is my roadie, encourages my dreams, and makes me laugh. ("Little Orphan Awesome," "Lookin's free, but touchin's gonna cost you.")

What do YOU think I should get for my birthday? Sanity, possibly? Is that a gift that can be given?
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