Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Two Feet and Half a Foot

Julia Gulia gets married in a few weeks and I'm one of her bridesmaids. She wants us each to wear matching shoes and selected an ivory pair. I ordered them online and they arrived today. I was excited.
Then I tried them on.

Oh my golly goodness. These suckers have a small platform and a heel half a foot high. While Julia-Gulia has practice walking in heels this tall and actually looks natural in the process, my normally long stride immediately turns to an awkward shuffle the moment I put on these shoes.

I'm more into flats.

I like long walks on the beach. Heels don't allow for long walks.
I like leisurely strolls through parks. Heels don't allow for leisurely strolls.

I like fashion, don't get me wrong, but I also like comfort.

I'm not even really opposed to heels. I enjoy wearing them here and there.

It's just, well, wearing these shoes is going to be one, tall order.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

One Track Mind

I know I haven't blogged much this semester. I've been pretty busy. In fact, I admitted to some friends that I may have bit off more than I can chew what with 15 credit hours and working part time. It seems the minute I get one thing done, five more assignments demand my attention. I stay up late to get more reading done - which makes me tired during lecture - which requires more reading on my part to understand my notes - which leads to, well, you see where this is headed. A typical day might start at 6:45 am and end the following morning at 1am. I yawn a lot. I'm sooo sleepy.

It rained in Athens on Wednesday. This meant I took the bus instead of riding my bike. The bus crosses a train track - one I've never seen used during my career at UGA. I was surprised to see some actual train cars 'parked' on the track that particular afternoon. I noticed one of the cars had been tagged by a graffiti artist. My yawn was interrupted by a chuckle as I read what the paint said.

My train of thought preciously. Seems the graffiti artist is having a tough semester as well.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Call Me Fun Dip

I attended a baby shower in January. For those of you who have never attended a baby shower (the male readers of this blog) and have always wondered what one does at a baby shower, this post is about to answer all your questions.

We eat. We talk. We play games. The mom opens presents. and if I'm invited, you'll probably laugh. AT me.

So at said baby shower, we were playing the classic game Memory. You know the one - there's a board with a grid. In each square is a word or saying and each person takes a turn uncovering two squares to see if they match. If they don't, the paper is returned and the next person attempts to uncover a match. If the two items are identical, the person gets a point - or in this version, a candy to match the phrase.

This grid had phrases associated with babies such as 'Daddy's little girl', 'Delivery fee', 'Bottle', and 'Mommy time'. It came to be my turn and I turned over 'Nap time'. The match had just been identified a few turns previously and I tried to remember where it had been. I selected a number but instead of a match, it was the phrase 'pregnancy brain'. This is the phenomenon that pregnant women experience that seems to wipe away their memory. Trying to make a joke, and not thinking before I spoke, I blurted, "Pregnancy brain? I guess that's what I have right now!"

The party seemed to stop. Slowly all eyes looked at me. Finally someone asked, "Are you making an announcement?"

"Huh? An announc...oh, NO. No, no, no, no, no. I'm not pregnant. I'm not even married!"

Fortunately I was able to establish the truth and the game resumed. My slip-up became a joke for the remainder of the party. I eventually got a match: 'Baby's first laugh' which was a Snickers bar.

Snickers indeed. I'm thinking more along the lines of Airhead.