In five weeks my family will be out to visit Montana. My mom drove out here with us to help with the move, but this will be the first visit for my dad and brother. I look forward to spending time with them. My family rocks. It's also nice after people have been out here, because it somehow makes the 1400 miles between us not seem so far.
In fourteen days my best friend will be visiting Missoula! We've been friends since we were fourteen years old, so as of next year we'll have known one another for half our lives. Our friendship is really special to me. I like to imagine us one day as little old gray haired ladies, teetering around the shopping mall together in our grandma shoes and laughing about the pranks we pulled as kids. (She probably doesn't like to imagine that, because she's feverishly avoiding the whole aging thing. She says she has no intention of "growing old gracefully", that she'll go kicking and screaming the whole way...)
In seven days my summer classes will be over. Huzzah! I haven't been a very good student this session, although I still feel like I learned a lot. My ethics class was amazing - I've never had a class that made me think as much as that one. But, I am really ready for a break so I can dive into my clinicals this fall refreshed and ready to stay on top of things.
In four days Luis will be home from Maine! I'm glad - I've really missed him. His mom goes around the sun.
In ten hours I have to be at work, so I should go finish the laundry and then drag my sorry butt to bed.
Goodnight!
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Remember when...
Does anyone else remember when Michael Jackson was amazing? He may be a nutter now, but he was an incredible performer the 80's. (You should check out some of his old videos... especially Liberian Girl - not his best tune, but the cameos are funny.)
I remember being inexplicably facinated by this video. (I was nine when it premiered.) I knew it was sexy, even if I didn't quite know what that meant yet. I sure did like it when he tore his shirt, though.
To this day a good looking man walking by in a loose white button-down shirt still catches my attention...
I remember being inexplicably facinated by this video. (I was nine when it premiered.) I knew it was sexy, even if I didn't quite know what that meant yet. I sure did like it when he tore his shirt, though.
To this day a good looking man walking by in a loose white button-down shirt still catches my attention...
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
something to think about
My aunt Neena included a neat quote in her blog tonight:
Only the mediocre are always at their best. ~ Jean Giraudoux
I like that.
Only the mediocre are always at their best. ~ Jean Giraudoux
I like that.
Shake it.
This has been my running playlist for the past week or so. The only time I listen to this type of music is when I'm dancing, running, or cleaning (which usually turns into dancing in my kitchen). Usually I'm a rock kind of girl, but this is good for getting moving...
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Glimpse into the psyche of a woman.
Today I was out running errands. I stopped by a shop to look again at a pair of shorts I tried on last week but hadn't been really sold on. I headed in, figuring I wouldn't actually buy anything. I went to the rack where I'd seen them before but the shorts were nowhere to be found, so I asked a sales girl if they had been moved. She said they had sold nearly out, but went in search of any remaining pairs. Suddenly I wished I'd bought them last week. (1) She found them, but the pair left was a size smaller than I usually take at that store. I took them from her, figuring it was worth trying them on. They were a perfect fit. I bought them. (2, 3)
Footnotes:
1. More interested in something if you tell her she can't have it.
2. She will almost always purchase something if she can fit into the next size down.
3. Women are crazy like that.
Footnotes:
1. More interested in something if you tell her she can't have it.
2. She will almost always purchase something if she can fit into the next size down.
3. Women are crazy like that.
Monday, June 26, 2006
On smiling: an elucidation.
Twice recently I've had comments about made about my smile. Last week a friend pointed out that I never show teeth when I smile for photos, and a couple of days ago I got an email from an old friend who thought I looked "nonchalant" in some recent pictures he'd seen. I certainly wasn't feeling nonchalant on the occasion at which the photos were taken; rather, I think probably it was at least in part related to my sealed-up smile. I got curious and started flipping through my photos, and sure enough, I almost never show any pearlies! Here's the best I can figure as to why...
- I don't like my teeth. Never have. They aren't awful, but they are a little crooked, and I have a couple of little chips in the front. I used to be very self conscious about it, and I guess I just trained myself not to show them.
- I have a slightly bigger pout than some (not of Angelina proportions or anything, but still a decent sized pucker). Perhaps my teeth just can't get out from behind the curtain.
- I generally feel like an idiot when I grin.
I will make an effort to smile with a little white showing, because it probably wouldn't kill me. But rest assured, I'm just as excited as you are, even if you can't see my teeth.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Briefly
We floated the Blackfoot river today for the first time this summer. Water levels and spirits were high, icy cold beverages were consumed, and good times were had. Photos to follow soon.
More rhapsodizing about the virtues of Montana summers to follow, but for now it's past my bedtime.
Oh, before I go, though...
More rhapsodizing about the virtues of Montana summers to follow, but for now it's past my bedtime.
Oh, before I go, though...
Happy Birthday to the most amazing woman I know. I love you Mom!
Saturday, June 24, 2006
A lovely summer day
Woke this morning to a beautiful summer day.
Talked on the phone with my mom while enjoying my flowers out on the balcony.
Took a long run, then went to hang out with some friends.
Played folf in the afternoon, and then I came home and went out for a bike ride.
Went to the park to enjoy the evening sun.
Came home and took a long bubble bath with a good book.
Finished off the day with some late night jazz and merlot at The Loft.
*Big contented sigh*
Talked on the phone with my mom while enjoying my flowers out on the balcony.
Took a long run, then went to hang out with some friends.
Played folf in the afternoon, and then I came home and went out for a bike ride.
Went to the park to enjoy the evening sun.
Came home and took a long bubble bath with a good book.
Finished off the day with some late night jazz and merlot at The Loft.
*Big contented sigh*
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Shoes, this is asphalt. Asphalt, meet my new shoes...
I've been in serious need of new running shoes for some time, and I finally got out to to The Runner's Edge yesterday to pick up a pair. The shoes I've been running in most recently were New Balance, but I really wanted to get back to Saucony. They make shoes that really fit my feet: narrower in the heel but wide in the toe box to accomadate a big, wide duck foot like mine. I warned the salesman that I had a wide forefoot, and as I jogged around the store in a pair of Brooks (nice, but not enough cushion for me), he was watching my feet curiously with his head cocked to one side. He said, "Wow, you do have wide feet."Yep.
So far these shoes seem great - we spent about five miles getting to know one another this morning, and I think it will be a long and happy union.
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Dave Matthews Band at the Gorge 2006
Two months, fourteen days, seventeen hours and forty-three minutes until DMB.
I'm going both Saturday and Sunday night this year.
(Suckas.)
I can't think how many times I've seen them. Six, seven? Somewhere in that area. Good music, good friends, and one of the most beautiful natural venues in the country. Yay!
(If you don't like Dave, it's okay. I forgive you. Nobody's perfect.)
I'm going both Saturday and Sunday night this year.
(Suckas.)
I can't think how many times I've seen them. Six, seven? Somewhere in that area. Good music, good friends, and one of the most beautiful natural venues in the country. Yay!
(If you don't like Dave, it's okay. I forgive you. Nobody's perfect.)
Friday, June 16, 2006
Peaceful evening
There's a gentle rain falling tonight.
I passed some time out on my balcony with a glass of red wine, enjoying the peace.
I love the smells of cement and grass as the first raindrops wet them.
Goodnight.
I passed some time out on my balcony with a glass of red wine, enjoying the peace.
I love the smells of cement and grass as the first raindrops wet them.
Goodnight.
A new low, even for one of my cars.
My car situation has always been the same: buy 'em cheap and old and drive them until they don't work anymore.
I've had a string of very used blue cars over the past eight years, and overall they've served me well. I have to admit that I longingly gaze at the VW dealer's lot when I drive by, picturing myself in a shiny new Passat, but I have to hold off a little longer. It's silly for me to take out a loan on a car when I've got two years of schooling left. I've promised myself that I can ditch the beat-up Corolla when I graduate, but right now it runs well and there's no payments. Plus, my taxes and tags are something like $45. That rocks. And my insurance is next to nothing. (Of course, I'm a female with a good driving record. That helps.)
Anyhow, I digress. My point is that I've had good luck with older cars, although with an older car comes some necessary repairs. I'm good with that. (In fact, my car has been making a funny noise for the past week or so, and I was planning on taking it to the shop next week.) But last night was a first for me: driving home from work, my MUFFLER FELL OFF.
Can't say as I've ever had a piece of the vehicle I'm driving fall off while in transit. Wasn't sure what to do from there, so I swung around in the lot, pulled up next to the offending muffler, and began to laugh. I hopped out and tossed it in my trunk, and drove (very audibly, I must add) home.
At least I figured out what the noise was.
I've had a string of very used blue cars over the past eight years, and overall they've served me well. I have to admit that I longingly gaze at the VW dealer's lot when I drive by, picturing myself in a shiny new Passat, but I have to hold off a little longer. It's silly for me to take out a loan on a car when I've got two years of schooling left. I've promised myself that I can ditch the beat-up Corolla when I graduate, but right now it runs well and there's no payments. Plus, my taxes and tags are something like $45. That rocks. And my insurance is next to nothing. (Of course, I'm a female with a good driving record. That helps.)
Anyhow, I digress. My point is that I've had good luck with older cars, although with an older car comes some necessary repairs. I'm good with that. (In fact, my car has been making a funny noise for the past week or so, and I was planning on taking it to the shop next week.) But last night was a first for me: driving home from work, my MUFFLER FELL OFF.
Can't say as I've ever had a piece of the vehicle I'm driving fall off while in transit. Wasn't sure what to do from there, so I swung around in the lot, pulled up next to the offending muffler, and began to laugh. I hopped out and tossed it in my trunk, and drove (very audibly, I must add) home.
At least I figured out what the noise was.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Godspeed, trekkers
Tomorrow morning begins the Trek Across Maine, a 180-mile bike ride across the scenic state of Maine to raise funds for the American Lung Association.
Good luck to Team DeLorme and all the 2006 participants!
Good luck to Team DeLorme and all the 2006 participants!
DSCN6749.JPG, originally uploaded by jellono.
(dark and cold)
It's a shivery 51 degrees outside my apartment tonight. Inside my apartment, it's a little bit lonely.
For tonight I'll curl up in my jammies with a textbook. But it will be nice when Luis comes home, because school books aren't very snuggly, and they definitely don't rub your back.
For tonight I'll curl up in my jammies with a textbook. But it will be nice when Luis comes home, because school books aren't very snuggly, and they definitely don't rub your back.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Ode to Mr Wizard and Mr Atrocity: Non-Newtonian fluids
This afternoon, in lieu of doing ethics homework, I spent several hours reading blogs. I stopped at one in particular, as it piqued my scientific interest. Mr Atrocity posed a list of questions he could not answer, and as I read I realized nor could I. However, I thought I'd give one a try. He asked, "Why does cornflour do that weird liquid/crumbly thing it does?"
Feeling relatively confident that the answer was only a wiki away, I set off on a quest. I went to the kitchen and mixed up a batch of oobleck (the grade school science teacher's name for a mixture of cornstarch and water). After playing with it for longer than I can be made to admit, I began searching for what causes the crumbly phenomenon. While there wasn't a simple answer to be had, here's what I learned.
A mixture of cornstarch and water forms a dilatant, or shear-thickening fluid. A dilatant substance is a type of Non-Newtonian fluid. Non-Newtonian fluids are fluids in which the viscosity changes as varying shear forces are applied. In a Newtonian fluid (such as water), the viscosity depends on temperature and pressure, but not forces acting on it. In a dilatant substance, the apparent viscosity increases with the rate of shear. So in the case of our cornstarch mixture, if you press on it quickly and firmly with a finger, the viscosity increases and the texture is firm. However, if you use the same finger to press gently and lightly, it will appear more fluid (have a lower viscosity), and your finger will sink in.
The most common theory of why this happens is as follows. Starch is not soluble in water, therefore the mixture of water and cornstarch is actually a suspension - the starch particles are suspended in the water, but are not broken down by it. Because of this, each particle of starch is surrounded by water. The water provides lubrication and allows the particles to slide past one another easily. However, if force is exerted on the suspension, the water is squeezed out from between the granules of starch and friction occurs.
For more fun with oobleck, check out this video showing what happens to cornstarch solution when shaken. It's fun!
Feeling relatively confident that the answer was only a wiki away, I set off on a quest. I went to the kitchen and mixed up a batch of oobleck (the grade school science teacher's name for a mixture of cornstarch and water). After playing with it for longer than I can be made to admit, I began searching for what causes the crumbly phenomenon. While there wasn't a simple answer to be had, here's what I learned.
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A mixture of cornstarch and water forms a dilatant, or shear-thickening fluid. A dilatant substance is a type of Non-Newtonian fluid. Non-Newtonian fluids are fluids in which the viscosity changes as varying shear forces are applied. In a Newtonian fluid (such as water), the viscosity depends on temperature and pressure, but not forces acting on it. In a dilatant substance, the apparent viscosity increases with the rate of shear. So in the case of our cornstarch mixture, if you press on it quickly and firmly with a finger, the viscosity increases and the texture is firm. However, if you use the same finger to press gently and lightly, it will appear more fluid (have a lower viscosity), and your finger will sink in.
The most common theory of why this happens is as follows. Starch is not soluble in water, therefore the mixture of water and cornstarch is actually a suspension - the starch particles are suspended in the water, but are not broken down by it. Because of this, each particle of starch is surrounded by water. The water provides lubrication and allows the particles to slide past one another easily. However, if force is exerted on the suspension, the water is squeezed out from between the granules of starch and friction occurs.
For more fun with oobleck, check out this video showing what happens to cornstarch solution when shaken. It's fun!
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
On memories, family, heroes.
I had a nice trip this weekend. I seldom miss living in Topeka, but I do miss a few things about it. Most of those things are people. On Saturday I got the best kind of reminder about the people I used to know. We had some good times back when, and it was nice to gather and fondly remember some of them: Lindsey spanking things, catch 21's, draining spoons, and all sorts of other gibberish that doesn't make much sense from the outside. Looking back on those memories they seem like a lifetime ago, but for an hour or two the other night, they weren't so far off.
On Sunday I went to the first birthday party for Regina and Jeremy's beautiful baby girl Hannah. Erica and David were there, along with other assorted friends and family. It always feels good to be with Erica and Regina. I have lots of good friends, but these girls are special. There are some friends you just know are for life. Those two know everything there is to know about me, all my flaws and dark secrets, and for some reason they still like me. Never mind the distance, what's 1400 miles when there are such friends to be had? Months pass between our visits, but we always pick up just where we left off. I don't know exactly how I came to have two such amazing women as a part of my world, but I'm grateful.
Outside of those two events, I spent my time with my family. Mom and I went purse shopping on Friday night when I got to town. I came by my love for purses and shoes honestly. :) On Saturday we went for brunch at my aunt Linda's house. We had a nice time puttering around the house and eating bagels and mini quiches. On Sunday Mom, Rich, Ricky and I took a picnic to the lake, although by the time we got out there it was overcast and windy. Honestly, though, I didn't mind. I don't particularly care what we do, I just like being with them. I know I'll never regret time spent with my family. It's the most important thing.
I don't care for flying. Have I mentioned that? Well, Monday was a little stormy around the central part of the country, and flights were bumpy. Once we're up to cruising and I can get up and stretch my legs a bit, I'm good, so long as it's not too bouncy. But if it's shaky during takeoff, so am I. Well, as I was sitting in the Denver airport, Steve, who is a colleague of Luis's as well as a friend of ours, walked by. He sat down next to me, and it turned out that not only were we on the same flight, we were in adjoining seats. I forewarned him that I'm not keen on flying, and also warned him that was probably a gross understatement. After delays boarding and taking off, due to microburst activity and lightning, I was - er, slightly less than composed. As our little regional jet took off into the bumpy skies, do you know what he did? He held my hand. That qualifies him as a hero to me. I almost always fly alone, and it was so nice having someone there. He's a good guy.
On Sunday I went to the first birthday party for Regina and Jeremy's beautiful baby girl Hannah. Erica and David were there, along with other assorted friends and family. It always feels good to be with Erica and Regina. I have lots of good friends, but these girls are special. There are some friends you just know are for life. Those two know everything there is to know about me, all my flaws and dark secrets, and for some reason they still like me. Never mind the distance, what's 1400 miles when there are such friends to be had? Months pass between our visits, but we always pick up just where we left off. I don't know exactly how I came to have two such amazing women as a part of my world, but I'm grateful.
Outside of those two events, I spent my time with my family. Mom and I went purse shopping on Friday night when I got to town. I came by my love for purses and shoes honestly. :) On Saturday we went for brunch at my aunt Linda's house. We had a nice time puttering around the house and eating bagels and mini quiches. On Sunday Mom, Rich, Ricky and I took a picnic to the lake, although by the time we got out there it was overcast and windy. Honestly, though, I didn't mind. I don't particularly care what we do, I just like being with them. I know I'll never regret time spent with my family. It's the most important thing.
I don't care for flying. Have I mentioned that? Well, Monday was a little stormy around the central part of the country, and flights were bumpy. Once we're up to cruising and I can get up and stretch my legs a bit, I'm good, so long as it's not too bouncy. But if it's shaky during takeoff, so am I. Well, as I was sitting in the Denver airport, Steve, who is a colleague of Luis's as well as a friend of ours, walked by. He sat down next to me, and it turned out that not only were we on the same flight, we were in adjoining seats. I forewarned him that I'm not keen on flying, and also warned him that was probably a gross understatement. After delays boarding and taking off, due to microburst activity and lightning, I was - er, slightly less than composed. As our little regional jet took off into the bumpy skies, do you know what he did? He held my hand. That qualifies him as a hero to me. I almost always fly alone, and it was so nice having someone there. He's a good guy.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Lovely.
Today was Melissa and Shawn's wedding.
The couple looked beautiful, and absolutely blissful. Mel simply sparkled. I couldn't be happier for them.
The reception was surreal, in a way. I saw people I haven't seen in years. It was really nice. There were people I'd wondered about from time to time, and people I'd forgotten to wonder about. Everyone looked great, and it was fun to get a little glimpse into their current lives.
One-hundred-eighteen. Brian accused me of taking a lot of photos, and he's right. I took 118. But, it was dark in the banquet hall, and I took two of most every shot to make sure I'd get one that wasn't blurry. So really, that's only 59 pictures. Plus I have sixteen of the bride and groom cutting the cake, and probably only one or two came out. So that's really only 41 photos. And my mom took pictures of Erica and me at the house before we left, and there's four of those. Subtract that, and I really only took about 37 pictures. See? That's not so many...
All in all, it was a lovely evening. My head has the soft haze of a couple glasses of wine, and it's past my bedtime. Goodnight.
The couple looked beautiful, and absolutely blissful. Mel simply sparkled. I couldn't be happier for them.
The reception was surreal, in a way. I saw people I haven't seen in years. It was really nice. There were people I'd wondered about from time to time, and people I'd forgotten to wonder about. Everyone looked great, and it was fun to get a little glimpse into their current lives.
One-hundred-eighteen. Brian accused me of taking a lot of photos, and he's right. I took 118. But, it was dark in the banquet hall, and I took two of most every shot to make sure I'd get one that wasn't blurry. So really, that's only 59 pictures. Plus I have sixteen of the bride and groom cutting the cake, and probably only one or two came out. So that's really only 41 photos. And my mom took pictures of Erica and me at the house before we left, and there's four of those. Subtract that, and I really only took about 37 pictures. See? That's not so many...
All in all, it was a lovely evening. My head has the soft haze of a couple glasses of wine, and it's past my bedtime. Goodnight.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
A good day
Today: Easy pathophys quiz, long run, bagel, shopping, pool lounging, Sex and the City with baked lays and diet pepsi, and red wine as the sun sets. All in all, a good day.
Tomorrow I'll probably regret that I didn't tackle my ethics homework sooner, but oh, well. I did many hours of homework last night, and I just didn't feel like it today.
I had been saving up a bunch of stuff I wanted to write about, but it's all gone for the moment. I think I spent enough time out in the sun this afternoon to clear my head of just about everything. Top that off with the glass of wine this evening, and I'm spent.
Perhaps I'll try again tomorrow.
Tomorrow I'll probably regret that I didn't tackle my ethics homework sooner, but oh, well. I did many hours of homework last night, and I just didn't feel like it today.
I had been saving up a bunch of stuff I wanted to write about, but it's all gone for the moment. I think I spent enough time out in the sun this afternoon to clear my head of just about everything. Top that off with the glass of wine this evening, and I'm spent.
Perhaps I'll try again tomorrow.
Friday, June 02, 2006
Lots.
Expect many entries in the upcoming month. With Luis being gone, I'm afraid my head will explode if I can't unload all my thoughts somewhere.
(Keep in mind, I didn't promise it would be interesting.)
Luis doesn't read my blog. He said once, "Why read the book? I get to see the play." Poor guy. He tolerates my craziness amazingly well. (Let's qualify the 'crazy' there. Think zany, silly, or random - not mental. I'm almost always sane.)
Probably he should get some kind of award. (I'd say the reward is me, but he'd reply with, "What contest in hell did I win?" Don't worry, he doesn't really think that (I hope) - it's just a quote from one of our favorite TV shows.)
(I'm having conversations with someone who isn't here... how embarrassing. And crazy. Ack.)
I went for a long run this morning, then Sammy and I went for bagels. Afterward we hit the pool for a couple hours and sunned ourselves (with sunscreen, mom...). It was nice. I love lazy summer days.
I think this is the first blog I've written where there is as much text in parentheses as out.
(Hm.)
(Keep in mind, I didn't promise it would be interesting.)
Luis doesn't read my blog. He said once, "Why read the book? I get to see the play." Poor guy. He tolerates my craziness amazingly well. (Let's qualify the 'crazy' there. Think zany, silly, or random - not mental. I'm almost always sane.)
Probably he should get some kind of award. (I'd say the reward is me, but he'd reply with, "What contest in hell did I win?" Don't worry, he doesn't really think that (I hope) - it's just a quote from one of our favorite TV shows.)
(I'm having conversations with someone who isn't here... how embarrassing. And crazy. Ack.)
I went for a long run this morning, then Sammy and I went for bagels. Afterward we hit the pool for a couple hours and sunned ourselves (with sunscreen, mom...). It was nice. I love lazy summer days.
I think this is the first blog I've written where there is as much text in parentheses as out.
(Hm.)
Convertibles and shop talk...
...no longer the domain of men.
I have a dress. It's cute. It is a halter neck. When I bought it I thought, "no problem, I have a strapless bra". Turns out that doesn't fly with this particular dress, because it shows in the front. I went in search of an undergarment that wouldn't show, and I wound up with a convertible bra. It has straps which can be worn halter, crisscross, over-the-shoulder, or not at all. Pretty impressive technology. While on my shopping excursion I marveled at the choices available in bras these days. They come in all colors and materials, all shapes and sizes - some even already have boobs in them. There's waterbras, wonderbras, demis, plunges, underwires, and bandeaus. Some have a little ratchet in the middle so you can crank together your cleavage in an emergency flirting situation.
Silly me, I thought they were just for support.
I was in the shoe department the other day (big surprise), and as I was admiring a pair of Bandolino sandals in the mirror, a woman from a few yards over looked at me and said, "those shoes are so cute, and they look great on you!" I thanked her and she laughed, commenting that she gave an unsolicited opinion. But she's certainly not the first. Camaraderie in the shoe department is universal. Go sometime and sit near a shoe department - big sales are best, like at Dillard's or Nordstrom's where they put out racks of all sizes of shoes - and listen to the women talk. Shoes break through all other barriers - race, age, socioeconomic status. Women love shoes.
The lady who commented on my shoes was probably thirty years my senior, but no matter. We had a moment, thanks to some bronze strappy heels. A few months ago I saw a woman about my age trying on the most impossibly high platform wedges (absolutely adorable, even if they were ankle breakers), and after a couple minutes of wobbling around in them she had a group of about five women around her, talking shop. An older woman who reminiscing about when she could wear shoes like that, a girl who enviously said that her feet never looked that good in wedges, and so on.
I love being a girl.
I have a dress. It's cute. It is a halter neck. When I bought it I thought, "no problem, I have a strapless bra". Turns out that doesn't fly with this particular dress, because it shows in the front. I went in search of an undergarment that wouldn't show, and I wound up with a convertible bra. It has straps which can be worn halter, crisscross, over-the-shoulder, or not at all. Pretty impressive technology. While on my shopping excursion I marveled at the choices available in bras these days. They come in all colors and materials, all shapes and sizes - some even already have boobs in them. There's waterbras, wonderbras, demis, plunges, underwires, and bandeaus. Some have a little ratchet in the middle so you can crank together your cleavage in an emergency flirting situation.
Silly me, I thought they were just for support.
I was in the shoe department the other day (big surprise), and as I was admiring a pair of Bandolino sandals in the mirror, a woman from a few yards over looked at me and said, "those shoes are so cute, and they look great on you!" I thanked her and she laughed, commenting that she gave an unsolicited opinion. But she's certainly not the first. Camaraderie in the shoe department is universal. Go sometime and sit near a shoe department - big sales are best, like at Dillard's or Nordstrom's where they put out racks of all sizes of shoes - and listen to the women talk. Shoes break through all other barriers - race, age, socioeconomic status. Women love shoes.
The lady who commented on my shoes was probably thirty years my senior, but no matter. We had a moment, thanks to some bronze strappy heels. A few months ago I saw a woman about my age trying on the most impossibly high platform wedges (absolutely adorable, even if they were ankle breakers), and after a couple minutes of wobbling around in them she had a group of about five women around her, talking shop. An older woman who reminiscing about when she could wear shoes like that, a girl who enviously said that her feet never looked that good in wedges, and so on.
I love being a girl.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Gone again.
Luis left this morning for Maine. At least this year it's only for a month - in past years he's been away for the entire summer.
His being gone doesn't stop me from having fun. I had a great time last summer. I'm pretty independent, and I get along fine without him.
But that doesn't mean I like it.
Time apart is good, and being able to function on one's own is good, so I suppose that just makes this too much of a good thing.
Oh well.
His being gone doesn't stop me from having fun. I had a great time last summer. I'm pretty independent, and I get along fine without him.
But that doesn't mean I like it.
Time apart is good, and being able to function on one's own is good, so I suppose that just makes this too much of a good thing.
Oh well.
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