My Shoe Fetish

fet·ish

–noun

1.

an object regarded with awe as being the embodiment or habitation of a potent spirit or as having magical potency.

2.

any object, idea, etc., eliciting unquestioning reverence, respect, or devotion: to make a fetish of high grades.

 

 

Sure you could call it a fetish, or fascination...possibly an addiction.

Before the fire I had these amazing 4inch green Italian leather shoes...oh how I miss them. Shoes are a whole new self expression that moves above and beyond clothing.

 

I have a couple of shoe idols, Stephanie and Tirzah.  Mostly because they can still wear 4 inch heals with ease and grace, and style...and without a hint of a wince in their faces.  Also they have amazing shoe collections...and last but not least, they are the two besides me that most likely remember those green heals, and morned with me at the loss of them...

 

Well, I have begun the process of rebuilding the family (of shoes) that live in my closet and help me express who I am...or who I would like you to think I am...and here is my latest addition:

 



They even come with their own bag!

Welcome to the family...and when thinking of this blog post, I looked at some photos of shoes on this fascinating world wide web...and came across these...

Aren't they beautiful? I would only be able to wear them for a moment and then would promptly fall on my face...Steph, Tirzah, want to take them on?



 

Gettin My Mask On...

As promised to the Bandi's, here is a photo of me and my mask...

There is no way to  make this cute...I know we talked about bows, but it just isn't going to work.
However it is cuter than having your snoring described as a chainsaw.

I suppose that if it prevents stroke, heart attack, and might possibly get my metabolism back to normal, it is worth it...I tried to make it fun by imagining I was a jet pilot, but so far no amazing dreams!

Look at me peacefully pretending to sleep, don't let it fool you, it STINKS!!!

However they do have these little items I can try called nose pillows, now doesn't that sound soft, comfortable and awkward?

Dream World vs. Reality

The other day Knowle informed his teacher that Ryan would be quiting his job and teaching Kung Fu...This made me think 'why not?'

Reality that's why, it always has to creep in and ruin everything...I am often told, and have to admit quite readily that I lean toward the unrealistic side...I tend to think let's just do it and deal with the consequences...Ryan on the other hand is the realistic one...no matter how much he wants to be a Kung Fu Master, he will always do the realistic thing and continue to wash windows...until the business sells and then we can ere on the side of the dream world...

Kung Fu, Coffee Roaster, or as Averey once told people Boot Legger...We will have to wait and see.

Our Little Dreamer

Diagnosis

I went into the sleep Doctor and received my diagnosis...sleep apnea...sounds so simple doesn't it.  It turns out when I did the sleep study they found that I wake up on average 50 times an hour and that I stop breathing on average 80 times an hour. YIKES...glad to still be alive.

Now I have to where this thing called the CPAP...basically a torture device...Mine will most likely be like this...

They have to order it through insurance, so I went home with the knowledge that I am basically not breathing more than I am breathing through the night...how's that for sweet dreams?

Am I Old?

Do you remember slang that was spoken by the "Cool Kids"?
Awesome, killer, dude, wicked, bad...apparently there's a new one I just heard Hella, or Hecka...I am not sure I am even young enough to use that one...or cool enough.

When I was a teenager, I made a special pact with myself that I wouldn't use this type of speech, because I felt it was limiting my vocabulary...I am sure I did other things which automatically cast me into the teenager lot, however I made a conscience decision in my 20's to forget as much about my teenage years as possible.

Then today I saw a photo of Fergie in an all Lego dress...

She is about my age...how can she pull that off?  of course it is because she is famous...famous people can act 10 years younger than they really are...So we can't really use them as a determining factor in how we should dress for our age, act for our age, etc...

I came to a realization that in your 30's you hit a point that you must move on, from slang, short skirts, tight pants, (not that I would endorse those things for any age) You can still be hip and stylish, you just have to make it more sophisticated, make it your own...or your walking down the street in a Lego dress and you don't look like fergie.

So to be helpful I have devised a simple formula for you, so that you know when to move on in you dress and actions...

When you start to be afraid of teenagers...not your own, just the random one on the street...maybe with huge pants, long cloak of some sort, and chains of various sorts hanging from every imaginable place...or the ones that wear their pajamas and slippers into the mall.  If you are in fact afraid of teenagers, congratulations you are old and can move on with you life...

Do you think Fergie's afraid of teenagers?