Life, Love, and Critters – of course!
I hate winter. I do. (This is not new to most of you.) Winter makes my feet dry out to the point where the edges of the cracks in my heels could kill a person, or maybe just perhaps give an irritating sharp little jab. I don’t know that these will cure the dryness, but they sure as heck make me feel a little bit closer to summer!
Lovin’ my new furry flip flops. With a big huge pink puffy heart.
I’m a typical blogger, curious to know how much, if anything, blogging will bring to my business – and also curious to know about the types of people who visit me and find what I write useful or interesting enough to come back.
I signed up for Google Analytics and took a look this morning – and you see what I saw. For an undisclosed period of time (so I don’t seem arrogant, boastful or lacking in my traffic), I took a screenshot of my visitor loyalty. I am absolutely curious about the first group – “who are you and why don’t you come back?” But more importantly, I want to hug and sqwish (as translated by my fantabulous lovey doodle) the rest of you. You all are some dedicated people.
I can only surmise that the absence of drama and posts that create friction between people make me “ho-hum”. I’m okay with that. I like my little drama-free corner of the web. It’s happy over here, and most of the time you can find me singing “tralalalalaaaa”, smiling broadly and spreading bird seed in the forest backyard. Birds land on my finger, poo on my pretty dress and though I’m irritated, I merely shake my “no-no” finger at them and kiss them on the head before they fly off.
But I digress.
I do feel like I’m having an identity crisis. Thanks to those blog awards that shall remain nameless and without link (because I’m not a finalist, and neither is anyone I nominated), I have to wonder – how on earth should my blog be classified, then? What am I? Am I such a jumble of mish-mash writings that no one can really tell? Because I’m certainly not like the ones who are finalists in what I think should be my category. Not even a little.
So now I’m leaving it up to you – the 663 (or however many) people who stop by more than once, how would you classify my blog? And to those of you who are just a flash in the pan – well fooey on you. You don’t know what you’re missin’. So there.
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Like every good girl on the planet, I have a special place in my heart, and closet, for shoes. There’s a shoe for every mood, and every occasion. Some shoes can cross over, most can’t. I have a couple pair of mules – slip-on’s, we call them, of the backless kind. I like them, because as much as I love shoes, I am lazy about them. With these, there’s no bending involved, you just step in and go. Perfect! I’ll take two pair -one dressy, one casual. Oh but wait – I forgot – one in sneakers, too!
For months, I’ve been on the search for the perfect pair of mule tennis shoes. At last, they’re mine! The only problem? They’re white. OHHH how I hate white. It’s so, so – so absent of color! Bah!
White and I only get along in small doses, when surrounded by color. So herein lies my problem. How am I going to color these shoes?
By the way, these were the bargain of the year at just $5 – so I could NOT say no to these well padded 1980’s reminiscent sneakers.
Back to the problem. They’re white. What can I paint them with that won’t bleed onto my socks or fade – Sharpies? Food coloring? Clothing dye? (None of which I have on hand. Honestly.) – and more importantly, what color do I want them?
As luck would have it, my wonderful hubby had just cooked dinner. Teriyaki chicken. Mmmm. And you know, I thought to myself, teryaki stains clothing. Yes, it does. And yes, I did.
Yes, it’s true. Our Dusty bunneh truly enjoys a good belly rubbin’ – and we thoroughly enjoy giving them to her! So. Soft. Aaaaahhhhhh yes, like the softest snuggly cozy blanket – only better, ‘cos she gives kisses.
The softest, sweetest bunneh on the planet. And she’s alll mine. You cannot have her.
(Doesn’t she look JUST like Thumper?!)
::off to snurgle the bunneh::
And then it happened. I actually turned 37. And nothing changed, except that new number I have 366 days to try to remember – or forget – depending on the day. My gray’s didn’t get any grayer, my face didn’t get any wrinklier, so that’s a good thing.
It’s kinda cool having a birthday at the beginning of the year, it’s not just a New Year then, it seems like there’s this whole rebirthing thing going on in my head every January. The getting the mind ready for a new year, the mucking up my food choices for just 15 more days. The countdown until Christmas, then the countdown AFTER Christmas. Aaah now I can get on with the year.
Why do I feel like giving something away today? Hm. Maybe I’ll do that. Okay.
The best Birthday wish (left in comments) gets a custom 4×6 graphite (pencil) drawing. Did you get that? You’re actually going to win something on MY birthday. Heh, am I desperate for Birthday Wishes or what? Bring your friends, for the love of Birthdays. I’m having a party! Make me laugh, make me cry, be sincere or silly – the wish that moves me the most wins.
And have a cranberry muffin! It goes great with coffee.
For years, Lee Jeans have been atop my “Jeans to NEVER try on again” list. Obviously, I lost either my list or my mind, because I slipped into a pair of these new Custom Fit Collection Jeans the other day. I was impressed.
Levi’s stole my heart a long time ago in the jeans department. They fit like jeans should fit, at least on my lumpy bumps they do. They’ve spoiled me with their straight legs, low rise and invisible seams. I am not a yellow/orange thread on dark denim kind of girl. That is at the top of page 3 in my “Things That Are Tacky” book (not yet sold in stores). The pockets – oohhh the pockets. They’re meant to make your backside look a little bit country, you know, and that’s just what this midwestern girl needs.
Now Lee has finally figured it out. The straight leg. The slight stretch jean. The comfort waist that – although is a little wierd at first – leaves absolutely NO gap. No valley’s will be catchin’ air with these jeans. They have a straight leg, not too tight, not too loose – and they’re just the right length. (Pants that drag on the floor: bottom of page 2.)
Thank you, Lee. I am impressed. I can now officially rescind my “I’ll never own a pair of Lee Jeans” declaration that I have repeated (to myself, mainly) over the last couple of decades.
I must know – who has stolen your heart in the jeans department, and which jeans will never see the inside of your fitting room?
LifeCruiser ever so graciously nominated me for somethin’ in the 2008 Bloggies. Normally disappointed with all blog type awards, I don’t really care either which way – since nobody seemed, until now, to realize that there are ART BLOGS out here in the blogosphere that have been ever present for years. There are crafters and self-representing artists and folks trying to make a living and gain exposure and just share their work online.
This year. This year they’ve done it. The 2008 Bloggies have added my category – so I’m BEGGIN’ ya, go nominate me. Really. I’ll send you a box full of snoggles if you do. Check it out, the category is “Best Art or Craft Weblog”
You should also nominate your other favorite bloggers, because they deserve the recognition. Someone has to click on those links and go there to check ’em out, and that just might be the one click that blogger needs to really get the recognition they deserve. So go. Do it. Be cool. Everyone else is doing it. Not that you should cave to peer pressure all the time, you know, ’cause that’s really just crazy and not very smart. Just this one time. Just for me. Grazie.
Before I get to work (on 4 client projects, so if I’m gone for a few days you’ll know why), I just wanted to stop in and note a few things, you know, a “for your information” kinda post. In a blog. Because this whole thing is a blog, and I’m writing a post. AKA: an entry. (Take note, MySpace users.)
Got any tips for me today? Tidbits? Stuff I should know that I missed at your place? Fill me in while I work. I love distractions. :eyebrows:
