Go Fly a Kite!

Today is National Kite Flying Day!  As soon as I saw this I started singing Let's Go Fly a Kite from Mary Poppins so now it's been stuck in my head all day.  Which is OK, there are worse songs to have stuck in one's head.  I would have much rather gone kite flying than been at work dealing with stupid error messages, glitches, and customer service trying to get my Outlook to work properly again.  Sigh...why do the supposedly simple tasks always manage to take me an entire day? Sooooo annoying.  You know what isn't annoying?  Baby kite shoes!  I couldn't find any adult ones, but that's OK as the baby ones are adorable.

Basic and blue.  Nothing wrong with that.

These are so stinking cute.

These would also work as bow tie shoes, and I'm happy either way, because blue and flower buttons and  polka dots, oh my!

For my purple peeps!

Turquoise for me, purple for my purple peeps!

Embroidered kits!  Also very sweet.

I hope your day was less frustrating than mine, and maybe involved flying a kite.  Or at least singing the song.  Here is some help in getting it stuck in your head:

Electric Kites

Today, apparently, is National Electricity Day.  Why?  It's supposedly the anniversary of Benjamin Franklin's experiment with the lightning and the kite.  I'm not even sure how to celebrate it except to be thankful that when I flip a switch the lights come on, the heat or ac works, etc.  I'm a fan of the electricity!  So here are some shoes to celebrate:

How cool are these?  They'd be awesome to wear somewhere really dark.

Today is also Fly a Kite Day, which (sort of but not really) explains why there are 2 days to celebrate kites.  I don't know, y'all.  I don't know much of anything these days.  My brain is like pudding.  Or soup.  Or soupy pudding.  Here are some shoes:

I like both of these a lot.  If only they weren't flip flops so you could actually see the cuteness once you put them on.  Sadness.

Because of today's post I now have a mashup of the following in my head:

It's weird, but it kind of works.

Memory Lane: 2013. 2014.

A Little Early

Yesterday while I was running errands I had a lady tell me I looked all bright and cheery like an Easter egg.  She actually meant it as a compliment, although it sounds kind of funny now that I type it out.  I was wearing a dress with lots of fun, springy colors, and she thought I looked festive.  I was going to do a post on pastels since that's what Easter eggs makes me think of, but had to change that idea when I remembered it was Dr. Seuss's birthday.  So I'll do it tonight, instead, even though it's still a few weeks until Easter.

Don't these make you think of Easter eggs?  I'll take several pairs in my Easter basket, please.

 Throw in several pairs of these while you're at it.

Hmmm...not so much.  I don't have anything against this shoe necessarily, but it wouldn't be my first choice.  Although in the 90s I had a fabulous green and pink outfit that would have been awesome with this shoe.

 

Also not my first choice.  I like the colors and the geometric design, but the overall effect doesn't work for me.

 

Blue is good.  I must be in a bright color phase, though, because this is also leaving me a little flat.

And yet these are awesome.  AND day 4 of yellow high tops.  I have issues, don't I?  It's OK...you can tell me.

Memory Lane: 2013. 2014. 2015.

3 Things:

1. Finally getting everything straightened out with the bank stuff.  It only took 3 days.
2. The headache going away.  My dad always says, "just think how good it will feel when it stops hurting," which frankly sucks in the midst of the pain (silly Dad!) but it's definitely true.  Sooooo much nicer without the headache.  Of course, I tried Advil Migraine for the first time and I was high as a kite for several hours after, but at least it worked.
3. Nice ladies who tell me I look all bright and cheery.  Or like an Easter egg, and maybe that wasn't a compliment, but I'm taking it as one because she was very nice and I will take her at her word.

Needto

I love Shel Silverstein's poems, and have been thinking a lot abut this one lately:

Whatif
from the book "A Light in the Attic" (1981)
Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow talle?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!

I've always liked this poem, and always identified with it.  The nighttime Whatifs definitely like to sneak in and annoy me regularly.  But lately I've been having the morning Needtos.  They don't rhyme, but they go something like this:

I need to get up.

I need to take a shower.

I need to go to the gym.

I need to eat better.

I need to bathe, feed, take care of the puppies and dragons.

I need to run xyz errands.

I need to do laundry/clean the bathrooms/vacuum, etc.

I need to work on THE LIST (the hubby's project, and believe me, it warrants the capitals)

I need to write a blog post.

I need to update the financials.

I need to call xyz, etc.

I need to return 8 million e-mails. 
I need to have a normal sleep schedule.
I need chocolate.
I need to stop eating chocolate.
I need to give up caffeine.

I need to organize the filing system.

I need to clean and organize all of the closets.

 I need to figure out what happens next, job-wise.

I need to figure out my life.

I need to get healthy--mentally, physically, spiritually.

Anyway, you get the point.  The needtos start out simply enough and then get more complicated until I'm thinking crazy things like how I need to save the world from zombies (hyperbole, people).  There aren't a lot of  wanttos or gettos on my list, I've been noticing.  So then I add more items to the needtos, like I need to make more space for the things I want to do and I need to start thinking of things as "I get to" instead of "I need to."  It's kind of exhausting, but I haven't figured out how to make it stop.

And it has nothing to do with shoes, so let's look at some, shall we?  I know I've done floral shoes before, but flowers and cheerful, and this post needs some cheerful, don't you think?  I've blah-blahed enough already today, so I'll let you peruse the shoes with no commentary from me.