Welcome, Children of the Eighties, you are now the catered to generation.

I realized at work the other day that my generation is now the one that marketers are looking at and trying to woo. The cutting edge folks are looking at 20smothings with plenty of disposable income, but the mainstream stores are all about us 40something-with kids folks. And how do I know this? Because the store where I work has it’s own soundtrack, and they play the music of my teens. All day, every day. Of course, I sing along, and then I have to come home and download some songs. And soon, I’ll be having to shop Mp3 players because my old one is totally full.

Do you think I could call a new 8GB player a business expense? No? It made sense in my mind, people.

That’s what my MP3 player told me last night. See, I finally tried to transfer all those nifty new downloads to it, and so I just selected them all and tried to pull them over. Un-uh. No way. I had to ick and choose, but in the end, I did manage to get most of them on it. Might be time for me to invest in one of those memory stick players. I like the small size, but it’s gonna have to be bigger than 2GB, which I guess is not so much after all, but it sure seemed like a gracious plenty when I bought the thing.

Gracious plenty. My Grandmother used to say that. I miss her.

In other news, I slept for crap last night and I’m really tired. It’s a great thing to be so close to people that you pick up their emotions. Really, it is. But it’s better when they are having a good day. Or at least when not all of them are having a bad day. Night. Whatever.

And also, if I am worried about you and you even mention you may call me back after you deal with the current bitter business on your plate??????? Please know that I will be on alert all night until I hear from you and that the kindest possible thing you could do for me would be to call no matter how late the hour. Because then I could actually go to sleep. Just sayin’.

Even if in the past “I’ll be waiting here” has meant “I’ll find some way to screw you over.” That wasn’t me.

So, do you remember my posts whining about how my feet hurt? Yeah, so you might think that on my day off, when I was pretty sure I’d be on my feet for quite a bit of time anyway, I would wear nice, flat, sensible shoes, right? LIke maybe MBT shoes, or something?? Umm, no. I wore high heeled platform Mary Janes, the ones I showed you several months ago. And I rocked those shoes today. I also took them off several times, LOL! Interestingly enough, I wore them while I was actually working on the Seder stuff because I kept ramming stuff into my poor little uncovered toes! Not fun. Not fun at all.

Seriously. You people know that I am a sit on my butt kinda gal. Or at least I used to be. Not anymore. Oh no, I am a stand up woman now. I stand up all day. In fact, I stand up so much now, that I have learned a new thing. I have learned that shoes I shop for and buy after two days off do not fit my feet after a day of work. That’s right. My feet swell, and stay swollen!

And wearing heels? Not so much. I’ve traded in my every day heels for wedges, and I am seriously considering going to sneakers, like all my co-workers. I need the extra height, but….yeah, maybe not as much as I need to be able to stand up all day without crying, yk?

So, you’d think I would give up the high heels, yes? No. I still wear them, and I still shop for them. And window shop for them, too. Although, I’ve ended up buying a few windows that way, LOL! Speaking of windows, look at these Alessandro Dell’Acqua sandals. See those clear pieces that run up the top of the foot? I missed those at first. I thought the shoes was held on by the straps, kinda like the old whalebone corsets. How cool would that be, if I’d been right? Shoes that just hang there on your foot, looking for all the world like they are held on by magic. I mean, those shoes look pretty magical anyway, if you ask me, and I guess that if I missed the clear pieces, others might, too, but my idea was still way cool. Someone should make a shoe like that.

I took this picture to torment my friend who is in the market and loves a fast car. Yes, I am cruel like that.

We had a hard freeze the night of the third. If you look closely, you can see icicles on this fountain. It was predicted to stay bitterly cold and the owner assured me that the icicles would be even larger the next day.

I sure am glad I sleep with a heating pad, but I’m thinking on nights like that, an electric blanket could keep my feet AND my hands warm, instead of me having to choose like I do now!

So, umm. Hi. I just wanted to drop a quick note to let ya’ll know I amstill here. Still taking pictures for Project 365, hoping I can get them posted before I forget the stories that go with them. Once I start that, you may want to get some comfy home theater seating and a cup of tea, because I have just about forgotten how to tell a story in less than 500 words. As you well know if you have done much reading here lately. Which you haven’t, because I haven’t written. Sorry.

I miss it, both the outlet and the oppportunity to share my thoughts, but it’s just not working out right now for me to blog much. Maybe soon. I hope so. The words are getting jumbled and wrinkled held inside my head and heart. But not today, because it is already time to jump up and do the next thing, yk?

I can’t find my camera. Seriously. I have at least 12 pictures to post, and that is if I only post project 365 stuff, and I. Can’t. Find. My. Camera. This is so not funny! Time to give the clutter around here a diet pill, and I’ll be back once I dig my trusty Canon out.

In other news, there is just so much to say, and yet nothing at all. Heh, I guess a blog about me is pretty darn boring when I won’t talk very much, isn’t it?e