Aging

Seems like yesterday I couldn't knit without the kitty going apeshit for the yarn. Now, not so much. I guess we are all getting older, it's not just me and the Beastie Boys.

The Soccer Trophy

Need I say more?

Don't step outta this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear

When did I become the uncool, annoying mom from a Beastie Boys song? 

I am at my wits end dealing with my nine year old, who refuses to wear anything cute anymore, and is insisting on wearing shorts every weekend, even though it's in the 50s. Thank God she wears a uniform to school every day.

I feel like I am living two lives, or have a split personality, or maybe I am just that interesting of a human being, a study in contrasts (not!). An example, as my husband likes to point out, the fact that I will spend extra money on organic foods but still drink diet coke. 

Today's dichotomy: I am nagging my child about "looking nice" but later, running, listening to the Beastie Boys, I am reliving being a child being nagged, and so not liking it. 

Also, when did the Beastie Boys go gray? I am so not digging this aging shit.

The Magical Kingdom

I swear, I am almost ready to shut up about the warehouse sale. Almost. Bear with me.

Here is a shot of a tiny corner of the warehouse full of shoes. I seriously considered bringing my real camera to the sale, but thought it might slow me down, so camera phone shots will have to do.

One of the many tables covered with shoes. Beneath the tables were boxes full of shoes.

Two more of the ones I bought. NO, THEY ARE NOT THE SAME. Note the color difference, the detailing on the lighter brown as opposed to the simplicity of the darker. THEY ARE NOT THE SAME.

I ended up with these two pair of double strap Mary Janes, the Leopard print Mary Janes featured yesterday. What you haven't seen yet is one more pair of brown Mary Janes (shut up), single strap and tannish, and two pairs of boots. Gotta get some boot pictures going, they are divine.

Did I mention every freaking pair of shoes I bought cost $15? FIFTEEN DOLLARS. Shutting up about the shoes for today now.

Behold the wonder...

How freaking fabulous are my feet right now? 110% freaking fabulous, that's how fabulous. Don't hate me. And also? You can't see it in the photo, but they are suede-ish.

More shoe photos will be forthcoming if I ever decide to wear another pair. I may wear these to bed tonight, under the covers.

Stolen meme

A picture of me, right now, because it's a meme. Get it?

I stole this meme from Keetha at Write Kudzu. Her answers are lovely and insightful, because she is a lovely and insightful writer. Me? Not so much.

Five things about old me:

1. I have eaten both a family-sized bag of nacho cheese Doritos and a jumbo industrial-sized bag of M&Ms on my own, in one sitting.

2. I got married (the first time) at age 19. Seriously.

3. Since about age 9, I always assumed that I was smarter than everyone around me. Who thinks highly of herself?

4. I got into a couple (or five) car accidents in the first few years of having my license.

5. I had a cat when I was a little girl. Her name was Pussy. How original was I?

Five things about new me:

1. My hiding spot for my wedding rings (when I am not wearing them) is an Altoid's tin.

2. I wear thong underwear with pants to avoid a panty line (TMI?).

3. I love/hate my job. When I love it, I realllly love it, and when I hate it, I realllly hate it.

4. I love babies but have no patience for other people's children (and hardly any for my own most days).

5. I've been accused of having a tendency to very slightly exaggerate a story for dramatic effect.

Five things I'm still working on:

1. I am trying very hard to buy less "stuff."

2. I have pretty much talked myself out of trying to sneak into the Doc Marten Warehouse for one more day of shoe shopping, even though my friend Krista says she'll bust me out of jail for one more pair.

3. I am inappropriately sad by the loss of satellite TV. Like seriously inappropriately sad, like grown up and get over it already (which is the part I am working on, the getting over my-stupid-self part).

4. I do not want to be a slob, but I am still working on getting off my lazy ass to do something about it.

5. It is possible that I spend too much time on the Internet, and I am considering addressing this. Baby steps, people, baby steps.

Tivo, oh, Tivo, why hast thou forsaken me?

I just spent almost three hours working with my husband (which is another story) and even involving a trip to Walmart (gag me), all trying to get our Tivo/TV/digital converter/antenna etc figured out, since we now have no satellite or cable service. After 2.5 hours, I decided it was time to take drastic measures and call Tivo for help. After 15 minutes on the phone with Tivo I was informed that, whoops, that Tivo box you have? Yeah, it only works with cable and satellite input. Sorry.

Why wasn't that phone call the first step in this process? Because we aren't all that smart, that's why.

New Tivo box is on the way and the nice boy on the phone felt so sorry for me (tipped off by my sobbing that I was having a rough day), that he is going to transfer our Tivo lifetime pass to the new Tivo box. I've been floating that lifetime pass since 1999, which I received FOR FREE with our first Tivo box because we were being so high tech and cutting edge and trying new things. So almost 10 years and I've never paid for Tivo. That makes me happy.

Also making me happy? With our antenna (yes, rabbit ears, but new ones! high tech ones!) and digital converter box ($50 but with a $40 coupon from the feds), we receive 22 channels which are beautiful and crystal clear and look exactly like they looked when we had satellite. So yay for that. Of course, I haven't flipped through those 22 channels, and will probably find out that we actually get 4 real channels and then at least a dozen weird religious stations and some stuff in languages we don't understand. But I am easy to please. I pretty much need ABC and Fox to live a full live.