PAUSE

So I decided to set up my own Blog,

or rather,

a friend of mine decided I needed one

and

set it up for me.

So here I am . . . blogging!

Hmmm . . . what to write about?

My friend says that the three-dot thing I do is not really

a good thing

but . . .

it's how I write,

and how I talk,

so . . . 

pause

 and think about that.

O.K., so you are thinking and that's

a good thing,

as Martha Stewart would say.

Webster's Unabridged Dictionary defines the word

pause

as "a temporary

stop

or

rest,

esp. in speech or action."

Also "a

break

or

rest

in speaking or reading to emphasize

meaning,

grammatical relation,

metrical division,

etc.,

or in writing or printing by use of punctuation."

!!!

 So 

I will

most likely use my three little dots

whenever and however

I want,

and

you can

pause . . . 

and reflect on that!!!

(c) nancy 6.19.2009

FLIPPING OUT

Today you get to read about my thoughts on flip-flops. A friend of mine will be blogging on about its history in a most witty endeavor I am sure. So I will leave all the facts and theories up to him.

But here's just a thought . . .  or a few thoughts of mine pertaining to the unflappable flip-flop. But that's not true because some say it got its name from the sound they make when one is walking . . . it flops and it makes a flapping noise on your heels. So they're not unflappable after all. And that can be very annoying when one is trying to soundlessly walk behind the restaurant's hostess on the way to one's requested corner booth. God forbid one should wear them to church!

And how annoying is it when a friend steps on your favorite flip-flop while you're walking ahead of them up the steps to get to the best aisle seat in the movie theater and the toe-thingy rips out of its hole and you literally flip out of your shoe apparel and flop up the steps landing in a pile of tossed out popcorn. You try to get up gracefully while glaring at said friend, pick up your wounded shoe, and put the thingy back in place. But it's never the same after that. You find yourself flopping out at inappropriate moments and you try not to flip out every time it happens. All the glue in the world can't rescue it and you finally have to quit being the Queen of Egypt, stop living in De Nile, and accept the fact that you are now being slowly separated from your used-to-be best foot friends.

So you reluctantly throw the crippled flip to the back of your closet and go in search of new BFF's. Why shouldn't you feel angry? It wasn't you who flopped out of the relationship! But you still feel like you're cheating as you walk Crocly into J. Crew hoping they haven't sold out of the thin-soled, yummy black ones that feel so good the moment you put them on until the moment you know they'll eventually flip out on you too. You realize you might have to go to therapy over this whole thing that made you flip to the point you had to resort to flapping out of J. Crew with a new pair of flip-flops on your rejected feet.

But don't your red-painted toes look FABulous in them!!!

(c) Nancy