Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Mental "take out the trash" day

It’s been a few days since I updated the blog and I’ve got….nothing but a few meaningless bits of mental trash to kick to the curb so here goes:

First, and most importantly, the mediation appt. at the court today was cancelled. As in…it’s no longer necessary. Woo hoo! I was seriously dreading it so am glad I didn’t have to go. I may have to do some celebratory shopping at lunch…

Secondly, I dressed for the appointment because I didn’t know it had been cancelled until this morning so I look really cute today: dark rinse denim blazer, crisp white shirt, aqua/lime/white patterned skirt, chocolate brown Joan & David T-strap sandals and the sun is even coming out so I can take off the jacket and still not look too summery. Yay, me!

A few more songs for my embarrassing mix tape:

37. “Cherry” – Neil Diamond

38. “Cracklin’ Rosie” – Neil Diamond

39. “Sorcerer” – Stevie Nicks

40. “Kentucky Woman” – Neil Diamond

41. “I Am I Said” – Neil Diamond (I think I may’ve mentioned in a previous entry that I went through a “Neil Diamond period” in my life? I just discovered the CD in the car the other day LOL!)

42. “You’re So Vain” – Carly Simon

43. “Magic Bus” – The Who

44. “Mama’s Got a Squeeze Box” – The Who

Honorable mention goes to the theme song from the 1967 animated “Spiderman” tv show. To which I know ALL of the words (which either makes me super-cool OR an incredible dork…I’m not sure which) and which I, of course, taught my 3 year old son to sing and he, in turn, (and in a great spirit of sharing, I might add) taught to his entire daycare class. So, now, when I drive up in the afternoons to pick him up, I am serenaded as follows:

Spiderman, spiderman.
Does whatever a spider can.
Spins a web. Any size.
Catches thieves just like flies.
Look out!
Here comes the Spiderman.

And yeah, there are several more verses and yeah, Ryan and I both know ‘em all, but if you want ‘em, you’ll have to Google for them. Neener neener.

What else? Oh, yeah. Finally found this picture on-line of the killer Anne Klein sandals. It doesn’t do them justice, though, because the leather upper is actually a bronze-brown with a bit of a metallic sheen to it that doesn’t show in the picture. Also, I didn’t pay that much for them (insert insanely gloating and self-satisfied giggle here). I’m picturing them with a pair of dark rinse, boot cut jeans and this top.

Now, if I could only be successful in my search for the PERFECT pair of jeans to wear with them! Why does shopping for jeans have to be so damned difficult? GRRRR!

Oh, I also need a great date on which to wear this fabulous outfit. Just think of the romance that will happen when I fall off the killer shoes, sprain or break an ankle in the process and need rescuing…

What? It could happen.


P.S. For all those who are laughing themselves silly right now…cut it out! Sparkle, this means you. Hey…at least I didn’t buy the gauchos, right?


Kaos Siberians said...

Or he may have to carry you over a nest of spiders, in which case your cutely pedicured toes peeping out from underneath the hem of the aforementioned "impossibly hard to find, but perfect jeans" in the adorable bronzy sandles may be just the thing for that date. I'm not laughing....very hard.

Kaos Siberians said...

And, I'm sorry, but you TRIED THOSE ON? There is no shoe cute enough to give those any redeeming quality.