Thursday, May 27, 2010


Few words are needed for this entry. All I will say is, I am glad I decided to allow a mama rabbit to burrow into the center of the backyard and let nature take it's course. It's been a JOY to watch these little creatures come to life! We have bunnies!

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Three Inch Heels

I wore three inch heels today. Calvin Klein wedges. They are hot shoes. I looked damn good. And I felt good too. There is something to be said for getting yourself together to boost your self confidence. They always say when you look good, you feel good. Today provided proof positive. It's true.

High heels have always made me feel good. I am 5'10" so it's not about being taller. There's power in the pumps. There's strength and sexiness and satisfaction in knowing that people pay attention when you walk by in a pair of Steve Madden gems.

And I love buying them. Three of my closet shelves are lined with two and three and four inch heels. I'm no Imelda Marcos but I may have a bit of an addiction. Most of them just sit there because my prematurely arthritic knees don't always allow for fabulous shoes. There was a time in my life too when I dated a short guy who hated that I was taller then him. (I know... That's a red flag. But he was so pretty.) So I traded in my pumps and wedges for ballet flats for a couple of years. It frustrated my mom to no end.

Growing up, I'd watch my mom strap on her high heels when she'd go out on Friday nights with my dad. Mom towered over dad by a few inches but she wore gorgeous pumps and high-heeled, strappy sandals. My dad loved it. You could see in the way he looked at her and the way he would wrap his arm around her waist and rest his hand on her hip that he thought she was sexy. Back then, it grossed me out completely; but now, I remember their interactions fondly. She set a fantastic example for me. She always said I should be proud of being tall and wear it well. "You should never hide your height," mom said.

See, sometimes, I do exactly what my mom says. On occasion that leads to a night of ice bags on my knees. But every feel good moment makes it worth it. All hail the three inch heels! 

Leaving Las Vegas & Sinnin' at Home

For years people tried to convince me that a trip to Las Vegas was exactly what I needed. The stories relayed from friends to me about their Vegas experiences sounded wildly fun and filled with sleepless nights and streets abounding with delicious people. How could a girl like me resist a temptaion-laden vacation with her best friends.                                                                                                                        

And so we planned and we got a fantastic deal. (Only later did we discover that cheap flights and inexpensive hotel rooms is the way they suck you in!) We decided to take a long weekend and informally celebrate a 40th birthday.

Initially, the city was overwhelming. So much to see and experience... And so little time. It's no wonder that many people only sleep for 3 hours a night. If you're sleeping, you're missing something and you don't want to miss anything in Vegas. There are shows in every hotel. In fact, every hotel itself is a show. As one of my friends said, once they pick a theme in Vegas, they stick to it so everything is very elaborate.

I enjoyed the sights and sounds of sin city and every day, I laughed until I cried in the company of two of the best friends a girl could have. But the cost of even a bottle of water was outrageous. The expense of just every day, not to mention all the "stuff" you do on vacation was ridiculous. Soon, I began to look around and think, "there is nothing here that I can't find at home." We have plenty of shows and casinos and bright lights and naked girls in St. Louis. (There's a burlesque show at least once a day in my bathroom...) There's a lot more money in Vegas and a lot more hype. But that's it.

In all, it was an experience and much fun was had but Vegas isn't for me. After 15-1/2 hours of travel, we finally got home and I don't think I'll ever go back. I'll never say "never" but for now, I'm gonna do my sinnin' right here at home.