Infamous Boots

I have heard requests to tell the story of my boots. These boots are cozy, warm winter boots. They are unique in style and theory. These boots must be worn over jeans, with the tightest of socks on. These boots are grounded and ready to travel. These boots have not been seen here nor there, these boots have not been seen anywhere. My secret must not be revealed for fear that others will divulge. I will show you these boots so that you will see...they are great boots but only for me.

Wedding Singer

After dining on Sushi and Saki I was entertained by a wedding singer. No, I wasn't at a wedding. But I was entertained to the "T". Karoke is definetely a sport. One has to have practiced such an art to be so proficient. Could a person truly sound so skilled on a crappy microphone reading words ensemble? At what point does someone realize that they should do a side show? I must admit the two songs that I so graciously performed were not up to par. Had it been that long since I've sang? Let's see...graduated highschool in 1998...wasn't in choir...yep it was quite the performance. I pondered later that evening on the song selection. Did it make since to be singing about an Uptown Girl or perhaps even a Material Girl? Was there a pattern here? Goal for next Karoke night...get the husband to sing!

Random Sightings

It seems that I have been very observant lately. Or, perhaps I am looking for signs. I have found myself declaring a "tree of the day". This occurs when throughout the day I spot a beautiful tree, one that stands out to me. I spend a moment to gawk at the lovely tree, declare that it is "the tree" and complete that task for the day. It's amazing I will probably never declare the same tree. Over the weekend, on my usual journeys, I spotted an elderly man riding his bicycle. It was a rather cold day that day and he had the appropriate attire to keep him warm. But as we pulled up to the red light and as he slowly rode by I noticed a long strand of what appeared to be snot dangling from his nose. Does he know this snot is swinging ever so freely? Is his nose that numb that he cannot feel the pouring out of nasal excretions? Poor old man... It is amazing the things we notice. This morning, on my normal routine of waking up, brushing my teeth and starting my day. I realized that on my toothbrush it says REACH. What an interesting name for a toothbrush. So I reached for my toothpaste. Noticing on the toothpaste that it says AIM. Wow! Now my tooth brushing experience has been elevated! I found myself reaching to scrub my teeth and aiming to target any cavities. What a great way to start my day. What would life be like without these labels, sightings, and thoughts?

Fruity Pebbles

Starting my morning still tired I found myself reading the Fruity Pebble box. My son happily ate his bowl of cereal and questioned what the box said. I would casually read some of the words to keep him occupied and sipped my orange juice. It's been awhile since I skipped breakfast. I love to eat. Realizing that my life is in need of change I noticed some of the letters on the fruity pebble box standing out. In the word Fruity only the ruit is colored in fruity colors. I found myself saying the letters aloud. R U IT. Has this become a question. Are you it? Talk about reading too much into the cereal box. I slammed my orange juice and made myself move on. Oh yeah, I think I contracted pink eye...Thanks co-workers!

It's a matter of choice, my love!

Pondering on a makeover for myself, I realize the inner struggle. The perturbing questions on preference verses likes. Could there be mutual ground with self? Is it possible to not clash thy inner beauty? While rolling over in bed I quietly voiced my indecision to thy loving husband. He assuredly says, "it's a matter of choice, my love..." I'm sorry...what? More decisions! I can't even predict how I will be feeling tomorrow, let alone make choices. Okay...so choose. If all else fails, then change. This sounds easy! The dreaded makeover will take place at 5:30pm today. I should have my choice by then.

Keep Thy Legs Warm!

It is starting to get cold outside. I realize now the reason for flannel lined pants. Do they come in office pleated wrinkle free black? Or, perhaps corduroy in navy blue. The whole goal is to keep thy legs warm. Growing hair out does not work, yes, please shave. Or maybe leg warmers, do they still make these? I think I will stick with the flannel lined pants, they sound so cozy!