Christmas Shoes

Most women love shoes...that's a given.  I love shoes, too.  But I REALLY love Christmas shoes.  Ok, not really shoes - tennis shoes.  Having a broadcast job affords me the luxury of not having to dress up every day.  So tennis shoes and flip flops comprise the bulk of my shoe wardrobe.

Every year I trot out (pun intended) my 3 pairs of special holiday tennies.  The first pair I ever purchased are Chuck Taylor high tops.  For those of you fashion-challenged, Chuck Taylors are Converse brand.  I was a little hesitant to purchase them because, after all, they can only be worn about a month out of the year.  But they were on sale (it was August) so I bought them and left them in the box for 3 months.  They're pretty snazzy - red, green, and gold stripes with gold thread intertwined.  And of course, red shoe strings.

My second purchase is my favorite, I think.  They're white Vans slip ons with skulls wearing Santa hats.  Weird, I know, but I love them!

The third pair is another pair of Chucks, but low tops.  They're white, too, with green Christmas trees and red shoe strings.  These are the ones I was wearing the other day when the mailman came to my door with a large box. I couldn't get the front door unlocked (rusty?), so I told him I'd open the garage.  As I'm standing there by the door waiting for it to go up, I hear him mutter, "nice shoes."  Now due to the noise of the garage door going up, I couldn't tell if it was a real compliment or sarcasm, so I said, "Sorry, what did you say?"  He smiled and said it again.  Nice to know there are "older gentlemen" who can appreciate a cool pair of shoes.  Or maybe he thought I caught his unflattering sarcasm and decided to change his mind.

Either way,  I'm going with the appreciative old Dude.  Merry Christmas to all!

Christmas (again)

Since my last post, I have taken out my Christmas cards and updated the list.  Even mailed out a few.  That's it.  No decorations up yet except a little tree that was Danny's.  Probably won't be putting up any more stuff.  Just not into it.  Thought about lights outside, but if I can't talk John into doing it Thanksgiving weekend, then we won't do it.  I didn't - and we didn't. 

There is one (two) shining star in all this holiday stuff: Preston and Parker, our Grandkids.  If it wasn't for them, I would probably skip Christmas completely this year.  How can you not get in the Christmas mood just a little when you see this:

Brotherly love!  Hope for the future.   Those two little stinkers keep me smiling.  Katy (their Mom) sent a bunch of pictures via Facebook and each one is cuter than the other.  Almost makes me want to forego the freezing cold Winters and move back to Nebraska.  Almost.  But not quite.  Grammies are supposed to live far away so when they finally get to see the Grandkids, they can spoil them rotten and then turn them back over to their parents, expecting all the spoiling that Grammies gave them!  And we get to send them stuff in the mail for surprises, not only at Christmas but all year long. 

Gee, I guess blog writing can be theraputic.  Now I feel a little more Christmas-y just writing about the "Watson Boys" as they are called at home.

So tonight I will finish writing my Christmas cards and mail them tomorrow.  Then maybe I'll shop a little for our Save The Family adopted family.  That certainly makes me feel the Christmas spirit, too.  And it makes me thankful for what I have. 

Especially those two little angels!