It’s been a tough week for me.
I’m dealing with some medical issues that we don’t need
to go into detail over, but let’s just say that getting old isn’t all fun and
games, or all that it is cracked up to be.
Only a number they say? Try telling that to this body of mine.
Hormones… pshaw… they won’t listen to reason. I am a
30 year old trapped in this aging and falling apart body.
Well, alright… it’s not really falling apart… just a hitch
on this ride called life, nothing I can’t handle…. And will be sorted out once
I get the blood work done and they, the medical peoples, figure out how they are
going to sort out me.
Worried? Not
at all.
This week, with the rising and falling of hormones (I am
just guessing on this now) has to do with the dilemma that befell me…
befell? Is that indeed a word? Must be as my spell check has not underlined
it in red… okay I was befelled this week… alright, I get it, befelled is NOT a
word... give me a break okay? I’ve had a
tough week.
The dilemma which has caused this grief was all started
with facebook. Yes, I’m sure there are
many of you pumping your fists in the air with the satisfaction of knowing that
these social networking sights are the work of the devil, pure evil… wait… none
of you self righteous puritans would be reading this as you wouldn’t have even discovered
this blog as you don’t actually believe in being on here in the first place…
in any case those that feel faceook/twitter and all of those other connecting
with loved ones and our millions of friends is a bad place to be it had its
negative affect, or is it effect? Jeeze
I can never remember, there is some rule to that isn’t there? Oh, but I digress
now, yes back to what ailed me this week.
Yellow, vegetable dyed, Italian leather flats.
Yes you read that correctly, yellow flats that the local
business here in town, Ulla la, advertised on their facebook page. 50% off. Still more money than I have paid for flats
before. But oh so cute.
I fell in love, love at first sight, head over heels (did
you see that? Did you get that pun?) In
any case this doesn’t happen with me when it comes to shoes, or articles of
clothing (purses maybe, but that is a different story)
I could see myself wearing these shoes on an almost daily
basis. They would be perfect for both my
jobs. And they looked oh, so
comfortable. I felt as if I should own
these shoes. There was even a space of
honour under my bedroom dresser for them.
But alas, the practical side of me knew that this was a
bad idea. I have been saving all my
money, tips from my part time job, spare change, pennies found on the street
etc. It has built up to a rather
impressive number…
This impressive
but still rather small sum (for what is needed) that was set aside for my new ski boots, bindings
for my skis, new skies eventually, harnesses for the dogs, Mukluks to keep my
feet warm while out with the dogs on the sled and special clothing I will need
while running the dogs on skis.
Items all needed for this crazy adventure that has been
planned for this coming March, only 7 months from now.
Seven months!
Still so much to do, to have purchased for, to train
for!!
Oh no, the nervous butterflies are spinning rapidly in my
stomach now, but boy they would all look cute if they were sporting yellow
Italian leather pumps.
You know sometimes a woman just has to say hell with it all and go with what is in the best interest of her wardrobe.
Sigh, I'm still dreaming of yellow pumps.
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