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...
It's my blog, and can if I want. Two questions in a row - because they are related, and I said so. If you could indulge in anything without consequence, what would it be? Food. All of it. Any of it. Anytime. Food without consquence of gaining of weight. Yes. I don't feel the need to elaborate. It's pretty clear. I love food. Someone once told me your weight is on a scale of 85% of what you eat. Dammit. I can't unhear it, but most days, I just don't care. I don't want to get to my last days and wish I had eaten the cupcake. I always eat the cupcake. You have to design a cocktail or drink after yourself. What ingredients are in it and what will you name it? I've already done this many years ago, and it made it to the menu at a local restaurant in my hometown. It's pink, it's pretty, it's sweet and fruity and gentle to throw back. Dirty Shirley, with a sugared rim. It's ...
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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