LadyGypsy.net – the blog of Kimberly Dowd of New Jersey

My goals for this week, scribed here so I’ll always have a reminder of failing…

1) Make two doc appointments: one for the eyes and one for the neglected thyroid. About the eyes: I think I haven’t had an eye appointment in 2 or 3 years. About the thyroid: I feel fine..light-years from how I felt on the levothyroxine last summer. But the worry of something being wrong is still in the back of my head. Could I feel even better than what I consider fine? I’m skipping my primary physician for this and going to a local doc that was recommended by two completely different people. I’d like to schedule both appointments for one day and just take off of work.

2) Wash, dry, fold AND PUT AWAY 2 loads of laundry.

3) Take two 20 minute walks.

4) Read up on data integrity. It’s been a while since I’ve dealt with databases. Time to brush up again.

5) Eat a salad every day. Not for the nutritional benefits, but to fill up on stuff other than Entenmann’s.

6) Figure out how much it would cost me to package and ship a pair of earrings to someone here in the US. This is the next step of my loooooong trek toward opening an Etsy shop. Pricing is my downfall. I never kept track of how much my beads and wire cost so it’s hard to approximate how much I should charge for things. But envelopes & shipping are pretty concrete costs.

What’s on your list?

This weekend I was at DSW looking for a pair of sensible black flats. Which depresses me to no end, because I love me some awesome, kicky, high-heeled shoes. Through my entire life, I’ve only liked two styles of shoes…”slipper” and “hooker.”

However, my ability to wear hooker lovely high-heeled shoes without my arthritic toe* yelling at me for the next two days is slipping away with the rest of my 30s. So black flats it is for my day-to-day existence.

Which brings me to the beginning of my story. I was looking for boring-ass shoes when this glorious sight caught my eye. They were the tallest pair in the store, and when I saw them there, bathed by the spotlight, the beginning bars of “Welcome to the Jungle” twanged in my head.**

Whoa.

Oh my goodness. Aren’t they the most amazing, killer boots ever? Seeing these boots, knowing that they would NEVER work for me or my lifestyle was heartbreaking. It was like watching someone order breakfast at the Four Seasons while you’re stuck drinking a Boost.

So you ladies in your 20s…listen to your older blog sister Kim. You need to get these boots and wear them for me confidently. Be fierce while your body still allows you to be fierce.

Anyway, here’s what I ended up with:

(sigh)

If I can’t rock great shoes on a daily basis anymore, I can still pair black flats with colorful tights.

* I’m 99% sure Arthritic Toe came to be as a result of wearing hooker shoes all through my 20s and early 30s.

** Din-din-din-dindindin. Din-din-din-dindindin. Din din din dindindin din-din-din-din……

Um…NO.

This is the official AP headline for the story about Taylor Swift’s quest to win as many awards for “smooching on the porch swing” songs as she can. I know this because many news outlets kept the same headline.

My list of grievances is only five bullet points long.

• Believe it or not, Taylor Swift is 21 years old. That makes her a woman.
• Jason Aldean is 34 years old. Very much a man.
• Blake Shelton is 35 years old. That makes him a man, not a boy.
• Brad Paisley is 38 years old. Man!
• Keith Urban is 43 years old. That makes him a man.

What’s wrong with calling ourselves by the adult terms we earned? I have no problem calling myself a woman and I’d hope that Keith Urban would call himself a man.