Thursday, March 2, 2017

Dr. Seuss

It's Dr. Seuss's birthday!  Hooray!  You might remember from last year that I'm rather fond of Dr. Seuss.  I mean, how can you not?  I figure after last night's plethora of words tonight's post can just be awesome Dr. Seuss shoes:










I would like a pair of each please.  You can deliver them to my fort.

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Fear, Forts, and Faith

It's Ash Wednesday and I have been doing a lot of pondering.  This isn't going to be your typical post, so if you're here for the shoes you might want to back away slowly (or run away quickly) because there will be no shoes.  It's not going to be completely depressing, though.  At least I hope.  OK, there are your disclaimers.  Now for the post.

I've been thinking about forts.  Yes, I said forts.  I always semi-joke about making forts in all kinds of places.  There was a room in the chapel at seminary that was used for storage that had all kinds of interesting nooks and crannies and I always said I was going to build a fort in there.  I could go in with a flashlight and my homework (and by "homework" I mean novels).  There is a storage room under the stairs in our new office and I would make a fort in there that would be a less depressing version of Harry Potter's room under the stairs (because mine would be voluntary).  You can probably see where I'm going with this.  I even think about building forts under my desks wherever I work.  A few pillows, some blankets, a stack of books, and some chocolate?  I'm good to go!

Like I said, I say this a lot, but only recently occurred to me why I might be so obsessed with forts.  As a kid I loved to smoosh myself into weird places.  I didn't make forts per se, but I like to climb into things.  My chest of drawers had a door that opened into a little cupboard and I loved to fold myself in there.  I think there might be a picture of that somewhere, but I don't know if that's fact or I just made that up.  I would also climb the shelves in my closet and lay in the cupboard space up above (Mom if you didn't know this already, please don't ground me!).  We had a couch that was fairly high off the floor and it was the perfect place to go...and, um, hide food...sorry again, Mom! It's just that it had a slat that made the perfect shelf.  I also loved to climb into the space between the wall and the wood stove to eat my breakfast.  Yeah, I totally burned my arm one day doing that.  Aaaaaand...once again, so very sorry, Mom.  So obviously I come by this trait naturally and from a young age.

Those are the roots of my fort fetish, I think, but now that I'm an adult it also stems from something else:  Fear.  The hubby and I respond to fear VERY differently.  A fearful or stressful situation sends him straight into thinking mode.  He becomes The Man With A Plan.  Actually, he usually comes up with about 4 layers of backup plans in addition to the original plan.  He's very handy to have around.  I am much less helpful.  I react to stress and fear by sometimes literally, sometimes figuratively, wanting to curl into the fetal position.  This is where the fort comes in.  Sometimes I fantasize about hiding under my desk when I'm stressed.  I just want to hide from the world.  *TRIGGER WARNING*  I'm not suicidal, but I sometimes fantasize about what I can take so I can just sleep for a month.  No, I'm not actually going to take a handful of anything, I promise, it's just that I really want to curl up in my fort and sleep until the crappy stuff is over.  In my small defense, I do think during this time as well, but coming up with a million plans isn't my first response.  I don't look fear in the face and think, "yes!  Challenge!"  I eventually come up with responses and solutions, but I'm kind of pathetic for awhile.

I've been thinking about all of this because things have been really stressful for a really long time.  I've talked about some of it here, but basically the hubby and I have had one strange/crappy/emotional/stressful/crazy thing after another happen since we got married.  I keep thinking we're coming out the other side and then something else happens.  It's no wonder I am fearful and thinking longingly of forts.  Because I'm tired, y'all.  I'm tired of the stress and the headaches (again, both literal and figurative), I'm tired of those tiny moments of hope being almost immediately overshadowed by some new, huge problem.  Every. Single. Time.  So I tend to want to hide in a snuggly fort with books and chocolate.  I know I can't, that it wouldn't solve anything.

I also feel increasingly isolated.  I curl in on myself in my fear fort and don't engage with my friends like I should.  Eventually friends find this annoying and start to drift away.  I can't blame them, I wouldn't really want to be friends with me right now, either.  My isolation is self-inflicted and self-fulfilling.  I know I would feel better about the fear and the stress if I would reach out more, but I don't because I don't want to be that whiny friend who does nothing but complain about the strange/crappy/emotional/stressful/crazy things that keep happening.

So there's the fear and the forts, now for the faith.  Like I said at the beginning, today is Ash Wednesday.  I was really hoping to go to church for imposition of ashes, because as maudlin as it sounds, this is one of the days I always try to attend.  Not because I enjoy being reminded that I'm dust and I will some day return to dust, but because I appreciate that I come from a tradition that sees God in all things, not just the big, splashy holidays like Christmas and Easter (no offense to either, I love both holidays, but we can't have the Easter without Good Friday, and Ash Wednesday reminds us of the brokenness of the world, and why we need the promises of the resurrection).  Ash Wednesday marks the beginning of the season of Lent, when we journey with Christ to Jerusalem and the cross.  It is a season of reflection, and it is a season when many people either give some something up or take something on as a spiritual discipline.  I wrote on Facebook the other day that there are a million things I could or should give up, and another million things that I could or should take on, but with the craziness and stress of my life right now I feel like the most I could achieve would be showering everyday.  And that's a big maybe.

I'm thinking that this year I might embrace my forts.  Not in a literal sense.  I'm not going to crawl under my desk and sleep until Easter.  Although that kind of sounds AWESOME.  Instead I will do my best.  I will try to face my fears, try not to hid in my personal forts, but also try to remember what my faith teaches me: that no matter where I am, what's going on, how imperfect I am, God is there with me.  God is with me in the fear.  God is with me in the fort (I'd even share my chocolate).  I've been trying to make some changes in my life anyway to improve my health, so that will be part of my Lenten discipline, but mostly what I'm going to do is try to remember God's love and God's promises.

If you're so inclined, I would welcome your prayers during the season of Lent.  I will pray for you, too, that you feel God's presence in your life and that you can know God's love for you.  I will also let you share my fort if you want.  But you might need to bring extra chocolate.

Monday, February 20, 2017

Love Your Pet Day

February 20 is Love Your Pet Day!  I'm guessing for most people with pets, that's pretty much every day, but today is the day you're supposed to spoil them even more, maybe?  The puppies are having a special day in that they got to come to the office with us.  This used to be fairly common in the old office, but since we moved they haven't come with us.  Unfortunately, part of the fence in our backyard blew down last night so they had to come with us so they didn't decide to go hang out with the neighbors or try to explore the wider world.  I like having them here.  The dragons stayed home, but Mondays are freeze-dried mealworm day for them, so at least they got a little treat.  Speaking of the dragons, last night I had a dream that one of the eggs hatched.  The baby was teeny-eensy-tiny, so I reached in to grab it to put it in a different cage, away from the adults.  As I was picking it up, Bulbasaur ran over and ate it!  The hubby said he had a similar dream a couple of nights ago.  I really don't think any of the eggs will actually hatch, but clearly my subconscious is stressed about what will happen if they do.

So, shoes.  Since it's Love Your Pet Day, I thought I'd do a variety of pets, not just puppies and dragons, because I've already done multiple posts on both.


Of course, I had to start with puppies and dragons.  I LOVE these.  Love.  Want.


Oh my goodness, the PB needs these!  They make me smile just looking at them.


The hubby isn't a cat fan.  I like cats, but am terribly allergic.  I don't think these would make me sneeze, though.
I've never personally had pet fish.  I once fish-sat for some friends in seminary.  One of the fish died on my watch...

I don't actually know anyone who has a pet hedgehog, but there are a ton of adorable videos on Facebook, so someone somewhere must have one.
 

Birdies!  I think these are incredibly sweet baby shoes.  Very Easter-y!

Obviously there are lots more pets in the world, but this is just a sampling. So, what kinds of pets do you have?  Anything unusual?  Let me know and I might have to do another post with different animals!

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Any Color as Long as It's Blue

I helped teach Sunday School this morning.  It wasn't my morning to teach, just to be the extra person, so I got to hang out with the kids without planning a lesson.  This church tends to have mostly girls in Sunday School (I've only had 1 boy, 1 week when I've taught).  Today it was a group of 4, and I had a lovely time chatting with them while they did their craft.  During the time the head teacher complimented me on the necklace I was wearing (a sapphire surrounded by diamonds (it's paste, don't go thinking I have crazy expensive jewelry) that the hubby gave me for Christmas a few years ago.  She asked me if I was born in September.  I said no, my birthstone is diamond, but blue is my favorite color.  To which one of the kids piped up with "well, yeah, you wear it ALL the time!"  Observant little thing, eh?  Anyway, it gave me yet another reason to do a post on blue shoes!  Tonight's shoes are blue, but also springy because the trees are starting to bud out here and it's got me thinking about spring.


Do you think your toes get stuck in all of the strings when you put these on?  Or is that just me and my kluztiness?  I love this color.



Blue, strappy, AND t-strap.  Hooray!


Blue, polka-dot Mary Janes?  Also hooray!


I like these in theory, but I feel like my feet would swell and then I'd have weird shapes on my feet when I took my shoes off.  Yes, I have issues.
 

How much more spring-like can you get?  I might need these for EAster.


Or these.  

Ahhhh...I do love me some blue.  I like other colors, too, honest, but my mom likes to tell me that I like any color as long as it's blue.  Silly mama.  Except that everything I'm wearing at the moment, except for my bra, is blue...

Saturday, February 18, 2017

What?

I didn't post on this holiday last year, but decided I couldn't pass it up a second time.  Because today is Cow Milked While Flying in an Airplane Day.  There really is a holiday for everything!  In honor of this momentous and historic occasion I give you cow shoes, of course!


These are hilarious.  Do they look less like mouths when there are feet in them or does it then look like the cows are eating your feet?


Holy cow indeed.


These are cute and also kind of strange.

 

I would wear either of these to a cow themed event, depending on how formal it was.


The PB could go with me!  Why are the cows green, though?

I hope you find a way to celebrate this crazy holiday.  I don't drink milk, but if I did, milk and cookies would seem a delightful choice.
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Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Love is Love is Love

Happy Valentine's Day!  Whether you are in a relationship or not, I hope your day is full of love.  I know today is supposed to be about romantic love, but I say to heck with that.  The Beatles said "all you need is love," and I think that means whatever kind is available.  Romantic love?  Yep.  Familial love?  Awesome.  Platonic love?  Cool.  God's love?  The best.  Plus, any excuse to eat chocolate is OK in my book.  Here are some heart shoes to show the love:



No thank you.  This is all kinds of crazy.


But this one I love.  I would wear this if I still had the ability to wear heels!


Not bad.  I like the obvious theme.  I'm terrible with white shoes, though, and these would be filthy in no time.


They'd still be filthy, but I like these a little better, which is strange because I usually like red better than pink.


These are my favorite of this series, though.  I like the contrasts in colors.


I love the toe of this, but the rest of it is kind of meh.

Happy Valentine's Day!  I hope your day is full of love, whether you're single or in a relationship.  Also, regardless of relationship status, spread that love by telling people you love them!  I love you!  You are awesome and I am lucky to have you in my life!  Now.  Go eat some chocolate.

Monday, February 13, 2017

Dinos

Ugh...it's been a day.  The roller coaster continues and I don't know how much longer I can be on this ridiculous ride.  Except I always say that and then there's always something else that happens that enables me to continue for just a little longer.  Could it just be a little flatter, though?  Do the lows have to be so darn low?  We were expecting some good news this week, and while we didn't get complete bad news, we got delaying news.  I know, this is vague, but I can't give you the details.  I would appreciate whatever prayers/good thoughts you have to give.  Adulting is hard.  Adulting is a stupid word, but that doesn't make it any less hard.

For no connected reasons, dinosaur shoes are cheering me up today:






I love them all.  I think I need the slippers.  How could I be sad wearing those?  Thanks in advance for the prayers or thoughts or whatever your belief system supports.  I'm lucky to have you in my life and with me on this journey.
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