Frye Boots, how I love thee. Let me count the ways...

One would think that after being at this for sometime now, that I would be able to melt away into a dreamy sleep after a week of restful turkey (and bacon) consumption.  However, it never seems to fail that the night at the end of a vacation leaves me wide-eyed and twitchy into the wee hours.  I preemptively planned this time around by attending a late showing (9 pm on a school night!) or Fantastic Mr. Fox.  That was some hilarious cussing comedy in that film.  Oh, Wes Anderson, always so delightful.  Despite my late movie move, I am still up with a nervous mind that seems to be telling my belly to do all sorts of anxious flips and a few flops.  Alas, still awake.  Perfect time for a delinquent blogger to get some shit up to date.

There are two things you may note here:

1. On Thursday and Friday I wore jeans.  "Shenannigans!"  I hear you thinking it, but don't you worry about my teacherly integrity about following dress code--they were field trip days!!!

2.  My sweet as black boots that made their debut on Wednesday!  Yeaaaaaah, new Frye harness boots in distressed black.  Tough enough to shut a kid up with jab to the shin (or groin), but light enough for me to still make my escape with a swiftness.  They are leather and sex and magic.  Does the fact that I can pick up and take home and sustain a relationship with a perfect pair of flat-soled black leather boots make up for the fact that I can't do any of those things with a male?....I didn't really think so, but I figured there's no harm in asking.

In other news, I have been slacking on my blogging because the non-profit biz-nass side of my life is actually becoming rather labor intensive.  In a most excellent and exceptionally fulfilling way!  Who knew I could find such joy in overloading my schedule with even more shit that leaves me no time to acknowledge my complete failure at dating and meaningful personal connections!!!  I think I am reminded of this now and the bitter is squeaking out after spending a lovely week at home with my Mother who wants nothing more than for me to wind up impregnated at my earliest convenience.  Actually, I don't even know that she minds if its inconvenient.  Oh well, I'm just going to keep towing the line with my do-gooding and hope that the universe or G-d or Shiva or someone will look kindly upon me one of these days very soon.  In the meantime, you can expect me to wear the shit out of those black boots with continued devotion to seriously stunner outfits on a daily basis!