Talk about your favorite pair of shoes and why you love them so much. Hold on one second. I have to choose ONE pair of favorite shoes. One? Look, it's not like I'm all Carrie Bradshaw about shoes... but sometimes I'm a little Carrie Bradshaw about boots. Shoes are shoes. But boots... boots make the girl. I'm going to be right back. Wait here. I have to show you something so you understand. (enter 15 minute time lapse here) Okay - I'm back, let's clarify. These are the boots I have in the house. These are the boots I have out in the garage. I swear, every single pair has a story. New boots are always welcome, and I am always sad when I decide to give up a pair boots. The struggle is real. A select few of you may notice the red ones are gone. It's true. It was hard. Let me tell the rest of you about the red boots. I got them when I was 17. They were $98.00 and t...
What one rule from your childhood do you not agree with now that you're an adult? Unreasonable childhood rules... I really tried to think of a time I stomped my feet or threw myself on the ground in protest of something I really found unreasonable. It didn't happen. First of all, if I ever attempted to throw myself on the ground, I would have had my ass tanned faster than I could protest. Second of all, I didn't grow up with unreasonable rules. Come home when you are asked, and we never had an unreasonable curfew. I don't even remember having a curfew. Keep yourself presentable. Shower, brush your teeth, comb your hair, wear appropriate clothing. Pretty simple. Help when asked, and sometimes even when you aren't. (Mom's "I shouldn't have to ask rule...") Okay - side bar. As a mom I get what she was thinking here. If the sink is full of dishes - do them. If the bathroom is unkempt - clean it. We shou...
If you wrote a love song about your love life, what would the title be? Write the first verse. Waitin' On Someday When I was just a little girl, Sitting on his knee, My daddy told me of a prince who'd come, Who's smile would set me free. "Someday" he said, you'll be his, When the time is right, And I'll have to let go of my girl, Though my heart, it holds on tight. I grew up knowing the story well, And "Someday" came and went. Boys and men, loved and lost, All but had me spent. I've been Waitin' On Someday, Just tryin to find my way. Through all the grips of hell I know heartbreak all to well. I'm waitin' on Someday. I swore the day would never come where I'd find man like him, Kind and strong, Who's heart would long for a small town girl like me. And then he smiled, and strummed a song Singing "Someday she'll set me free". He was Waitin' On Someday, Just tryin to find ...
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