Haunted houses coming soon...a tentative list will be up sooner or later.
Also a Halloween party. The theme this year is vampire and hunter. Should be fun. I am open to drink/menu/decor suggestions.
I need to get out of this funk I've been in lately. Not sure what will help. Possibly a lobotomy. I think that would help something but I'm not sure what.
I went shopping with a friend from work today to buy shoes. Buying shoes is painful. The shoes I bought apparently don't even have a large heel on them but they are fucking insanely uncomfortable. Not as uncomfortable as other shoes I had tried on today. The other reason it was painful was because I suck at being a woman and I have no self confidence. I tried to make myself believe today that I belonged in these stores and that these shoes were totally me and I was owning the experience but that was not true. I felt small and inconsequential and totally out of my element. You know where I'm in my element? In my house and in my watershed and that's about it.
|Bow ties, always classy. Always.|
I should not be afraid of fucking women's shoes, even if some of them have a freaking ridiculous heel. It was like trying on Chinese Lotus shoes. You know, I almost felt bad for men having to wear bow ties and regular ties and cummerbunds (cause that shit is funny) but after trying on these shoes and getting a preview of the agony I am going to feel on the night of my brother's upcoming wedding...you deserve neck ties. The only real consolation was that I was shopping with a buddy. Buddy system is the way to go, moral support and all. Cause I probably would have broken down like a moronic little child and sat in the aisle and felt bad for myself after the first four pairs of shoes. Any more than that alone and I would have needed to have some type of anti-depressant intervention. As it was...after the deed was done (shoes were purchased) I had some delicious and carbtastic Auntie Annie's anti-depressants.
|Yes, these are my weirdo feet. In a pair of shoes made designed|
by the woman who lovingly sings about her "lovely lady lumps"
ps...thanks for reading my blog. It is nice to know someone at least cares enough about my vein-y pseudo-runner's feet to read to the end of this post.
|Hudson, Ohio, sister city to Eerie Indiana|