Friday, August 29, 2008

Palin Vice Presidential Nominee

She is amazing. Integrity. Transparency. Honesty. And this mother of five eats Moose hamburgers. I am elated. My vote was there before, but it's not going ANYwhere now!!!

Sarah Palin. Some have expressed concern about her involvement in national politics with such a large family, including a special needs newborn. I say one should NEVER underestimate what can be accomplished when a supportive husband is involved and your faith is in God. (It's a one-two punch.)

Note to Governor Palin, should her people be reading this: I would be there in a heartbeat should an invitation to play/sing at anything ever come my way. From one trailblazing mother to another, I am ONBOARD!!!

(AND, she's a Sassy Shoe Girl, to boot.)
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Thursday, August 28, 2008

Sassy Shoe Thursday: What Angela Wants


It all started with a simple little email... from stevemadden.com.

***Free Shipping on with any order over $50.00! Plus, new clearance items added!***

"Well, I can't ORDER anything, but I'll look.

"Well, maybe I should put these in my cart. I can show Nate later. They ARE reasonable. You never know.

"Hmm... if I'm going to show him those, I might as well show him these. I mean, it IS free shipping. Oooo, but you can't return clearance. But I'm sure they would work.

"Well, maybe I should look at the non-clearance styles. You can return those if they don't work out. Oh, they have their new styles out for fall. Well I could put THOSE in my cart, too. If I'm not really getting anything then it's only an imaginary cart anyway.

"And I should put those in.

"And those.

"And...

Do you SEE what a conundrum I've gotten myself into? Now I'm looking at all these fabulous styles that are not EVEN coming into my closet with THOSE price tags, but I'm drooling nonetheless. Albeit, it IS an IMAGINary shopping cart. But it's still quite a lovely shopping cart. With free shipping. (If you start at the bottem, you can see how I began with the clearance ones that I really wanted, and then it quickly turned into quite a fantasy shopping trip.

I seriously need to be a spokesperson for Steve Madden. Does he not REALIZE the advertising opportunities he's missing out on by not supporting our beautiful partnership? I'd be perfect, you know.

And, while we're at it, Christian Louboutin can bring me on as well.
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Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Dinnertime Conversation

7:45pm. Rushed home from soccer practices to get Taylor to youth group and throw together a we-need-to-go-grocery-shopping dinner of scrambled hamburger and rice. But we're actually sitting down. Together. Eating dinner. Albeit, minus Taylor.

Me: "Brit, if you could wish for one thing, what would it be?"

Brittney: "I'd wish for a sister. I really want a sister." (I hear the collective "aaaawwwwe," by the way.)

Me: "Oh, Brit. I know you do. Jord?"

Jordan: "I'd wish to have anything I wished for when I wished for it, but that when I wished it would be gone, it would."

Me: "Wow. Very creative. Ian?"

Ian: "I'd wish for a remote controlled truck."

Me: Actually, Nate and I were laughing too hard by this point to really say anything. I guess wishes are a lot simpler when you're five or younger.
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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

On the Subject of Self-righteousness...

It's amusing how I can check other people's blogs and be sad and a little frustrated that they haven't posted anything new when...


I haven't posted anything new of my own.


Interesting how, amidst our own shortcomings, we can look at another's actions, consider it a shortcoming, and be the self-righteous judge.


Okay, now replace the "our" and "we" in that previous sentence with "my" and "I."


Heh, heh.


Heh.


heh.


Wait. It's not funny.
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Friday, August 22, 2008

Merry Christmas?


The essence of Santa Maria in August.




Look closely.




That there is baby Jesus.
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Thursday, August 21, 2008

Sassy Fashion Thursday: Mantyhose

No, no, NO! If it's for some kind of medical reason, and it's under pants, then okay. I guess I can understand a truck driver wearing support for comfort and circulation. But those are called compression tights. A different name altogether. And I do understand jockeys wearing them during a race, or tropical fisherman protecting their legs from stinging attackers. But, just because they "feel good" or "look nice?" And with shorts? Mantyhose just doesn't strike me as very manly.

When my knight in shining armor is charging in on his great steed to rescue me, the damsel in distress, from the forbidden castle... the whole picture is horrifically tainted if he stops short, bends down to examine his leg, and announces, "Oh, darn. That last briar bush put a run in my mantyhose!"

Okay, maybe I'm taking that a bit too far. I understand that a man has fashion sensibilities just like a woman. I also understand that tights of all shapes and colors have lunged back into style. But, for some reason this just sits wrong with me. (Jerm, maybe you would like to do a product trial run?)


Given, the girl in the photo has quite a few things going on with her outfit, too. (Bad fashion. Bad.)

Maybe this is a largely European thing? All I know is for years I've poked a little fun at my hubby for his throw-on-and-go wardrobe that mostly consists of athletic shorts and t-shirts (khakis and polos for a date). But he can change our Saturn's water filter, empty out a storage unit, build a shed, and rescue me from that forbidden castle... all without worrying about getting a run in his mantyhose. I'm so thankful for my down-home, rugged sports guy. He can come rescue me any day of the week. Because there's no way this guy is ever getting that job:

If you would like to read more about the history of pantyhose, and I know that you would, go here.

And if you, yourself, would like to either try them or give the gift of mantyhose, check out e-MANcipate.net for more information.

(Thanks to the Beautiful Bethany for turning me on to this surprising trend.)
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Wednesday, August 20, 2008

And off they went...

this past Monday...



A sixth grader. A fourth grader. A second grader. A Kindergartner.

My... how time flies.
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Saturday, August 16, 2008

A Horrible, Horrible Day in History

My favorites. All-time. Best ever.

Unlike Dido, this is not the best day of my life.

They have broken.They're still each in one piece, but the heel is separating and bending back. A shoe repairman will be sought, but I fear this kind of break is irreparable.

I have searched the depths of the internet and come up empty. Oh, Jessica Simpson Amanda. Peeptoe. Slingbacks. Size 8. Where ARE you? There is seriously a tear in my eye. If you own this shoe, such as Emmy and I, you know how amazing they are. They can rock out a stage like non other, yet transform a little black dress just the same. Skinny jeans. Dress pants. Nothing is beyond their capabilities.

I have not found their equal.

Steve The Great (Once again, if you had a website I would link to you!), my guitar may be a memorial, rather than a matched set. My heart is heavy.

But I will continue the search.

Jessica Simpson. Amanda. Size 8. I will find you.
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Wednesday, August 13, 2008

I can't really blame it on communism...


This is horrible. I know our world relentlessly pursues perfection, but this goes too far. Can you imagine the conversation with this little girl who DIDN'T get to be on tv?

"Honey, I'm sorry. Your voice is beautiful, but your face just isn't up to government standards. It's not BAD, it's just not perfect."

I think she's adorable. Perfectly child-like and perfectly adorable.

I WOULD say that communism disgusts me. Like the fact that the 20 year old gymnast who led the Chinese team to gold last night was taken from her parents at three, called a few years later crying to come home and they said no, "What you're doing for our country is too great." She sees her family once a year.

But really it's humanity that disgusts me. Because all of this comes from our selfish, sinful nature. Our pride. And we're all guilty of that. I want to say that it's communism. I want to say, "Boo... Hiss..." But it's buried in all of us somewhere.

Communism just expedites it's arrival on our surface.

Thank you, Jesus, that we can live differently... for something different... for something greater than ourselves, than our humanity. Thank you, Jesus.

But, I can still say, "Boo... Hiss, hiss..."
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Wednesday, August 6, 2008

It's Happened


They're here. I told myself it wouldn't happen.



It's happened.


Look at the bottom of Miss Katie's jeans.


THEY'RE PEGGED.


ugh.
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Monday, August 4, 2008

It was the good quality stuff, too.



We know who you are.
We know where you live.
The night of July 20th, 2008 will not be forgotten.
There will be revenge.
When you least expect it.

(At least we know we're loved... in the oddest of ways.)
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Sunday, August 3, 2008

Gun Show

Ian has your tickets. Right here.

Wait. Wait. Wait.

Ian was arrested for carrying concealed weapons... these guns.

No. No. No.

Do you know a good vet? 'Cause these pythons are sick.

Wait. Wait. Wait.

You better call a plumber... 'cause these pipes are about to burst.

(But he is adorable, yes?)
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Saturday, August 2, 2008

I have amazing friends.

Friends who sneak in and steal things from my garage. While I'm out of town. Things that I've been meaning to paint since mid-March. Things that would look awesome if good intentions were ever realized, but that just clutter up space and annoy husbands when those good intentions remain buried under pressing to-do lists. (Run-on sentence alert!)

Friends who sand. Friends who paint. Friends who roll unsightly light green/dark green/contact papered/sticker covered cubbies down the street on a dolly. Friends who love me enough to sport black nostrils. Friends who show up at my door with awesome black cubbies that now sit in my entryway.



Did you notice there are six cubbies? Hmmm. How many of us are in this family? Yes. Perfect.

I have amazing friends. God must love me very much to give me amazing friends such as these.

Now for the contest in which you win nothing but blog points, which are a totally fictitious thing I made up that have no value and no one keeps track of:

What saying/quote/scripture should go above the awesome cubbies? I like Exodus 14:14. But help me think of other possibilities!
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