Shoes: Men vs. Women

A little fun reading.

When it comes to shoes, men make their own assumptions.
 Types of shoes:                What you think it says:                What men think it says:
Ankle wraps                        I have perfect ankles                    I'm into bondage
Athletic                                I'm sporty                                       I don't even think about sex
Boots                                    I'm a sexy girl                                 Maybe, but let's see what's under
                                                                                                       those boots.
Clogs                                    I love anything Danish                 I drag my feet and whine
Espadrille                             I belong on the French Riveria    I expect a life of luxury
Fabric shoes                       I'm socially responsible                 I can't afford leather
Flip-Flops                            I'm soooo trendy                            I'm cheap as hell
Oxfords                                I'm sensible when required           I have my personality locked up
Platforms                             I am bold and adventurous           I am petite and overcompensate
Pumps                                  I'm classic Grace Kelly                   I want to be president
Riding boots                       I own horses; I play polo              I like horses better than men
Sandals                                I have gorgeous feet                      I want you to lick my toes
Stilettos                               I'm too sexy for my shoes              I'm simply dying to sleep with you.

(taken from: Change Your Shoes, Change Your Life: Strut Your Way to a Fabulous New You!, by Susan Reynolds, pg21.)

To a Friend

Today must have been an extraordinarily rough day for you.  Something got so hard in your life and you felt as though you couldn't take one more minute, so you left.  Gone.  Just like that.  No good-bye, no 'remember when' - just gone.  i don't understand the reasons but i do know you dealt with pain on a daily basis, and for that i am so very sorry.  i wish i could've taken the pain from you.  i wish i could've healed the part of you that cried and screamed against the injustices that have been done to you.  i wish i could've made your heart whole again, with no scars, with no painful past - just whole and well.  You have a wonderful mind.  You have a generous spirit.  You have a loving heart.  But the pain and the ghosts got too hard to bear and they weighed you down.  i hurt for you.  i grieve for you.  i cry for you.

You will be missed, my friend.  You will be missed.

Hugs you.

Me, Me, Me, Me

1. WHAT COLOR PANTS ARE YOU WEARING? Don't wear pants, i prefer skirts.

2. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? The women in the hallway laughing like a screech owl!

3. SOUPS OR SALAD?  Either...depends on my mood

4. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Small piece of cake

5. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Either dark green or dark red - depending on my mood.

6. WEATHER RIGHT NOW? Gorgeous, warm, sunny nice breeze

7. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? My neighbor.

8. HOW ARE YOU TODAY?  Doing great...Happy!

9. FAVORITE DRINK? Homemade iced tea, lots of ice and lemon

10. FAVORITE SPORTS:  American Football , Ice Skating

11. HAIR COLOR? Brunette with alot of red highlights

13. EYE COLOR? Brown eyed girl

14. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?  Yes

15. SIBLINGS AND THEIR AGES?  Ahh - too many to mention - Ages:  32, 25, 19, 16, 15, 13, 6

16. TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS?  One hole each ear

17. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?  WOW, i can't even remember.

18. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR? Thanksgiving

19. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT? i'm not too shy but preferred to be the askee instead of the asker.

20. SUMMER OR WINTER? Neither, Autumn is my favorite.

21. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE-NIGHT STANDS? Umm.....oh, wait - relationships, of course..yes, of course.

22. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? Dark chocolate

24. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING?  "One hundred year of solitude" by Gabriel Garcia Marquez and "Tailing Mulligan: Mastering the Art of Workplace Communication" by Dr. Robert Skacel, Jr.

25 WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?  Company logo

26. FAVORITE BOARD GAME. Parcheesi

27. WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT?  Did Pilates, read, facial, chatted online, manicure

28. FAVORITE SMELLS? So many - A good smelling Man, Mom's bread,  Vanilla-Lavendar bath salts, Clean laundry...

29. CAN YOU TOUCH YOUR NOSE WITH YOUR TONGUE? No

30. WHAT INSPIRES YOU?  That depends on the situation

31. BUTTERED, PLAIN, OR SALTED POPCORN? Salted

32. FAVORITE FLOWER?  Roses of any color and peonies

33. HOW MANY KEYS ON YOUR KEY RING? 12

34. CAN YOU JUGGLE?  No way Jose...

35. WHAT WOULD YOU HATE TO BE TRAPPED IN A ROOM WITH?  Mice or crawling things

36. COFFEE? OR TEA?  Coffee in the morning; tea in evening.

37. FAVORITE PERFUME? i haven't found one i absolutely can't live without but i do enjoy B&BW - Night Blooming Jasmine

38. DOGS or CATS?  both

39. FAVORITE PLACE TO VISIT?  Switzerland - Jura Mountains or Paris

40. FAVORITE DAY OF THE WEEK?  Thursday

First Touch

Do you remember the first time you were touched by your first boyfriend/girlfriend?  Those innocent touches that made you feel odd inside and your heart skip a beat...shared smiles because he/she was going through the same thing.

i remember mine - there are two actually that stand out very clearly in my mind. i was 14 yrs old and he was 15. (good grief that's young)  The very first touch was, looking back, a very mature, tender one.  We were talking -  standing close without touching -  and he reached up and traced the side of my face and jaw line.  Let me tell you, i almost fainted.  my young heart responded to that gentle touch - the look on his face -  and i have never felt as beautiful as i did that very minute.

The second one was a bit different, but no less powerful.  We were sitting in church, in the back pew (of course!), he was on my right.  my leg was crossed at the knee and he extended his leg toward mine, pinning it against the back of the pew in front of us.  Leg pressing leg, we sat (i have NO idea what was said in church!!)  And he didn't let it go until after the service was over. 

First Touch.  Sweet.  Innocent.  Powerful.  ::sigh::



Edit:
(something else that makes me sigh - good lyrics)

Artist: Josh Gracin
Song: Stay With Me (Brass Bed)

Lyrics :

Baby, the clock on the wall is lying
It's not really that late
It's too cold outside to bewalking around the streets of this town
Anywhere if you think you have to be can wait

Why don't you stay with me
Share all your secrets tonight
We can make believe the morning sun never will rise
Come and lay your head on this big brass bed
And we'll be alright as long as you stay with me, yeah

Baby, there is just no use in hiding
The way that I am feeling right now
With you standing there baby I swear I can't help but stare
Girl you're wearing me out, wearing me out

Baby, stay with me share all your secrets tonight
We can make believe the morning sun never will rise
Come and lay your head on this big brass bed
We'll be alright as long as you stay with me

Baby don't go it looks like it's starting to rain
And it's so warm here in this apartment wrapped up in this blanket
So stay

Stay with me
Share all your secrets tonight
We can make believe the morning sun never will rise
Come and lay your head on this big brass bed
And we'll be alright as long as you stay
I'll be alright as long as you stay with me, yeah

Stay with me

Where's the Passion?

Recently, someone told me they were neutral in their thinking over a subject. That seems so utterly sad to me. To lose one's passion in life, one's ability to discern what one wants, and just claim to be neutral.   How do we, as humans, get to that point where nothing means anything and all is neutral?  Does life beat us down so much, or other people, perhaps, and so we throw our hands up and declare that we don't care about anything and will go as the wind blows?

But i defend, that passion is what makes us interesting as people.  Look at a person who has a real passion for something and many times their enthusiasm spills over to you - it expands your own horizons.  Even if you completely disagree with someone on the subject, you can admire their passion, their stance on that subject and come away from the experience a better person, able to see both sides of the coin, so to speak. 

What's your passion?  Don't claim the middle road - get excited about something, grab hold of it and stand your ground.  And hang on for the ride...it'll be more exciting that you ever thought possible. 

What happened

Something that should have been lovely and wonderful just went completely and utterly wrong. 

 

Sometimes an extraordinary person walks in to an ordinary life and changes it forever.

Lately, i've been giving a lot of time thinking about the lost 'art' of elegance.  In our soceity, it seems as though we've gone very casual and that reflects on every aspect of our lives.

However, in light of the absolute horror of what has happened in Louisana and Mississippi, this topic can wait until next week. 

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