Siblings!

Happy National Siblings Day!  I am fortunate enough to be the youngest of three children, and have both an older brother and an older sister.  The brother is 4 years and 11 days older (yes those 11 days are important because he is currently 45 and I am still only 40 which means for 11 days he's 5 years older than me instead of 4!) and the sister is 6 1/2 years older.  I am the baby and was something of a surprise.  In honor of the day I typed in "siblings shoes" and will now share some of the results.  Full disclosure, though:  I have NO idea what any of these shoes have to do with siblings.  You'll just have to draw your own conclusions.

I posted these last year in yellow.  There are a bunch of different colors.  Maybe so if you have a bunch of sisters you can all wear a different color? 

Bright and fun and happy!  Which would generally describe the seester, but not so much the brother.  I'm afraid to go looking for sarcastic and caffeinated and grumpy shoes. (HA!)

Classic and elegant.  But they don't look like they fit terribly well.

In this case I would go for the black one and the seester could have the pink.

These shoes are weird and interesting, but I'm almost more interested to know what is going on with that skirt?  Robe?  Coat?  Curtain?

I think these are probably really cute from the side, but less so from the front.  Which is sad and strange.

These are strange and hilarious, and probably look the most like my siblings and I collectively as we're all a little strange and hilarious in our own right.  Those little one eyed monsters deserve better than this weird shoe, though.

Happy Siblings Day!  I will wish this to my biological siblings, my seester-in-law, and the BFF and other friends who are like siblings.  In fact, if you are an only child and want to adopt a sister, I'm more than happy to have a million siblings.  We can post pictures next year and totally confuse your friends and family!

Memory Lane: 2013. 2015.

Beast Mode

First:  Thank you for all of the nice/funny/awesome things many of you wrote about last night's post.  It's less about turning 40 and more about being defined as "old" by a group of "young" women.  So, today I'm young, but on Sunday I'm too old to hang out with them?  Whatever.

Second: I'm slightly horrified that I not only know the title of this post is a football reference, but to what and to whom it refers.  I own dogs and I know stuff about football.  Stupid marriage.

Third (and I don't really think this is any of you, but just in case): If  you take the Book of Revelation literally, then you should stop reading as this will just piss you off.  This is my 666th post.  Oh no!  It's the number of the beast!  People get really freaked out by this number and there are 666X666 theories as to what, or who, it refers to.  Maybe it's a year.  Maybe it's Nero.  Oh wait, is it actually 616? Possibly.  Wanna know the crazy thing?  You can make that number stand for just about anything.  Here is one of the more absurd:

1. The character of Barney is well-described as a "cute purple dinosaur".
2. The book points out how the former Latin alphabet used the letter V in place of U.
3. Therefore the above phrase is modified to "cvte pvrple dinosavr".
4. Letters that do not represent Roman numerals are removed, leaving: "c v v l d i v"
5. When the remaining numbers 100, 5, 5, 50, 500, 1, and 5 are added, the result is 666, the Number of the Beast. A summary of the Antichrist calculation was included in the Barney FAQ v1.2 (posted on Usenet's alt.tv.barney newsgroup in December 1993).
6. This also works with "lovable purple dinosaur". This gives the letters "l v l v l d i v", which in turn gives 50, 5, 50, 5, 50, 500, 1, and 5, which also add up to 666.

There are lots of others.  If you are a numbers person you could probably make it stand for whatever you want.  For me, right now, it stands for the number of posts I've written so far.  But let's be silly and look at beast shoes.

Do you think your toes poke of out this beastie's mouth?  What the heck kind of beasts are these, anyway?

Kind of an obvious choice, I know, but hey, I did say beast shoes.

These were labeled as "sea monster shoes ."  I guess I can see that.  Baby sea beastie shoes!

Release the Kracken!  (did I just completely solidify my dork status?)

I'm not entirely sure what's going on with these shoes, but they are certainly beast-like.

Dragon beastie shoes.  Could be a Leviathan, too.

Bigfoot shoes!  Or possibly Chewbacca's cousins...

Wow.  This was labeled as a gargoyle shoe.  It's kind of cool in a crazy, wild, insane sort of way.

Please don't take the Book of Revelation literally.  It's actually a book of hope, that the crappy crap won't last forever, and the promises of the resurrection our our comfort and security.

On a final note, I went to a memorial service today and said good-bye to one of my bible study ladies.  It was sad, and a bright light is gone from the world, but those promises of the resurrection are present here, too, and I'm happy that she is no longer sick or in pain and she is at peace because of those promises.  One quick story:  She once told me that when she was a young woman she bought a new pair of shoes with every paycheck.  Oh yeah, my kind of woman!  Also, I really wish she had saved all of those shoes, because how cool would that have been?  I will miss her, her smile, and her beautiful personality.

Slippers

I know, I know.  It's been forever again since I've posted.  The hubby and I have been really busy working on a giant project and I've been too tired to post at night.  I'm exhausted right now, but at least I'll get to bed before 4:30 am like I did on Sunday night.  I was convinced I could finish that step of the project, but it turned out I had another seven hours when I started again at 10:30 on Monday.  Ugh.  Anyway, my cousin posted this series of pictures on my Facebook page the other day, and they seem appropriate for my current level of sleepiness:

I'll take a pair of each and rotate through them every 10 days.  The advantage working from home is the ability to wear silly slippers whenever you want.  Must sleep, now.  As Effie Trinket would say, tomorrow's "another big big day!"

Project

I've been working on a project for the husband the last couple of days and despite my best efforts to go to bed early (as usual), I keep staying up just to finish up "one more" section.  It's like reading and having to finish one more chapter, except less interesting.  And yet, I. Can't. Stop.  Oy.  Must try harder tomorrow.  I have no idea how to tie shoes into this because I am tired and since it's after midnight this will end up being tomorrow's post instead of today's, even though of course it's today's because it's already today.  Yep.  But who really needs a segue that makes sense?  I typed in middle of the night shoes and got this:

I have no idea why, and I really don't care because I'm just tired enough to find this funny.  Heehee.  Good night (morning).

Alexander

One of my favorite books was, and still is, Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by Judith Viorst.

He really does have quite the bad day.  This is pretty much how I would describe my day.  Not bad in the same way as Alexander's, but definitely not good.  In honor of this book (which is being made into a movie coming out this year...oh dear...another childhood memory potentially ruined), I have shoes I searched for from the title.

Terrible.  OK, the hairy toes are bad.  Kind of icky, but these actually crack me up.  I think the hubby needs a pair.

Horrible.  These really are horrible.  Who comes up with this stuff?  Who wears this stuff? (Sorry, green lovers...I did better for you yesterday)

No good.  Actually, without the straps and spurs these would be adorable.  With them, no.  You aren't going to ride a horse in heels, you don't need heels with spurs.

Very bad.  I agree.  I  hate this shape, first off, but the designs frighten me.  These shoes could give me nightmares.  Very bad, indeed.

And finally, Australian flag boots  Because they are hilarious.  And if  you know the book then you'll get the reference.  If not, go read the book!  It will only take you 5 minutes.

PS--you know why else this book is awesome?  Cuz there are shoes in it.  Alexander's brothers get the tennis shoes they want when their mom takes them shopping, but the pair Alexander likes don't come in his size.  I can sympathize, kid.

There.   This actually made me feel marginally better about my own Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

Irregular

One of my fabulous bible study ladies (FBSL) sent me a link today for a website she found called Irregular Choice.  It's an appropriate name, because there are some strange shoes.  Here is a sampling:

These are...interesting?  It's just too much.  It's like 4 shoes got smooshed together.  Could they not have gone with a bit more of a cohesive theme?

 

 Gotta love the Mary Jane style.  Not so much with the smooshing again.  Take out the snakeskin and I might be on board with these.

Damn.  Is that a lucite heel?  These are stripper shoes for little girls?

Oh man, I totally should have had these for my monsters post.  These are hilarious.  Wait, is that a fin?  Are these sharks?

Just no.

You should definitely go check out the site because there is more craziness to be had, and you know you need more crazy.  I can't give them too much of a hard time, though, as they did have my Scottie Dog shoes.  Still can't afford them, but there they are if I ever win the lottery.

Monsters

I made it home last night with no problems.  Hubby came and picked me up and it's back to life in CA.  I must be back to reality as I was greeted with a jury summons to welcome me home.  Oh joy.  Today I spent skyping with Double A, The Bean, and the parents, hanging out with the hubby, and working on tomorrow's sermon (which sadly is not good, but I'm not sure how to fix it at this point).

I have a monster headache. Again.  Seriously, it can find somewhere else to take up residence because I have been playing host to it off and on for about 3 weeks now.  It kind of sucks.  Nothing seems to help, which sucks even more.  Blah to headaches!  But, I have been thinking about monsters lately, not simply because of my head.  While I was home, Laughter talked a lot about monsters (she's 3 after all), and so did The Nephew (who is also 3).  The Nephew cracked me up because he kept saying how he can punch monsters.  I tried to tell him our house is monster-free, but he either didn't believe me or didn't want to give up that loophole where he might get to punch something.  I also finally got to see Monsters University.  I watched it with Double A and The Bean on their first sleepover night.  Since monsters appear to be a theme, it seemed appropriate to give them their own post, which means their own shoes.

Who doesn't love Cookie Monster?  Wait...if you don't love Cookie Monster, please don't tell me because I'm afraid we could no longer be friends.

I'm pretty sure these are knit, but I bet I could find a similar pattern for crochet if I ever needed to make my very own pair of baby monster shoes (monster baby shoes?).

 These are just weird.  But colorfully fun.  And at least they're happily weird.

Are these specific monsters that I should recognize or just monster shoes that someone created?  Either way they would be fun for Halloween.  That orange one 4th from the left kind of creeps me out, though.

Awwww...Sully and Mike!

These are hilarious.  I might also need this pattern.  Because clearly I need monster slippers.  Or chicken feet slippers.  But I prefer to think of them as monsters.  Because chicken feet slippers would be a different post.