Shoes: The first step is admitting you have a Problem…

So, I decided to clean my closet out today. Mostly because the book was bouncing in my head, but thudding on paper. I forgot to take Before Pics, because I didn’t plan to blog this, only to tidy up. However, what I discovered is that I have more of a problem than I thought.

And I pretty much KNEW I had a problem.

Here’s my closet after tidying up, but before putting everyone back in:

For those of you who can’t see the picture well, there’s eight stacks of shoes in addition to the door full of flip-flops.  (Incidentally, this is a great way to organize flip-flops!)

The bad news? There’s another closet full of ‘em.  I call it my winter closet.  OH, and yeah, there’s three stacks of shoes showing and another two stacks behind those SIX boot boxes:

The other bad news? I’m pretty sure there’s two more pairs of flip-flops and a pair of black flats in the backseat of my car.  And  possibly a pair of shoes in my gym bag.  Oh, and I forgot to look under my desk and beside the couch.  Wait here, I’ll be right back. 

Crap, there’s another pair under my desk, one by the couch and a pair on the steps.  But, they’re all flip-flops.  Flip-flops doen’t really count as SHOES, do they?

The other shoe dropping? Here’s the bag of shoes I’m giving away:

There’s nine pairs of shoes in that bag.   There were ten, but when I went to count them for this, I  rescued a pair.

This problem was a lot easier to ignore before I took them all out and shone a light on them. Literally.

Oh, and some of you may ask how many ARE THERE????   What do I look like, nuts? The last thing I’m going to do is COUNT THEM!

Some things I’m just happier not knowing.

How does this pertain to writing.  Well, while doing this I wrote this blog (writing), and I thought of a couple of really cute lines for my hero to say (future writing), and I worked out a beat in my head of the scene that won’t write (Writing/banging head against hard surface.  Or something).

One thing I noticed is that there were actually a few pairs I’d forgotten about.  Which means I need to combine two of my favorite things: Shoes and my label maker!

Ahhhh, my little organized heart goes pittar-pat 

Phun with Photobooth

Okay, I’m not totally sure this will work, but I’m going to try. Sunshine and I were messing around with Photobooth last night. Some of the pics are pretty darn funny! Here goes:

Before the fun started – two girls just smiling.

And the glasses tip and the fun begins…

Silly silly silly – but fun!

Walk like an Egyptian…:-)

Auntie Chelle's List of 5 Things you Learn When You're Single

Hello Kiddies!

I’ve been away a lot this summer, but school has started for Sunshine and I’m back and not going anywhere until October.  My summer was amazing and fun and exhausting and I’ll try to blog about it at some point.  I love traveling, but boy do I love coming home!   The summer was crazy busy, but I also got a taste of what next year is going to be like when Sunshine runs off and abandon’s me for college.  She spent a month away at a summer program at a University, living in the dorm, eating in the cafeteria and more importantly learning all kinds of stuff for the career she thinks she wants to have.  I, therefore, spent a month alone bumping around in an empty house.  I also went to a number of summer parties, for family and business.  Here’s some of the things I learned over the summer, and a couple I’d already figured out, about being Single:

5. That drool stain on the pillow case?  Yep, it’s yours.  Gross.

4. Sweet Little Old Ladies will tell you all their fears about dying alone.  At night.  In a thunder storm.  Scaring the bejeezus out of you, thus making you sleep with the light on — and wake up grabbing at your wrist to take your own pulse.  (Steven King, move over.)

3. When you’re single, Sweet Little Old Ladies tell you things about their former love lives you really never wanted to know (Or, quite frankly, needed to know).  In detail.  Naming names.  Some of whom are alive and sitting on the other side of the room.  Who cares if it was your favorite uncle who used to bring you peppermints and tell you stories about his horses.  Now, you also know your Sweet Little Old Man Uncle was into Serious Kink.  Like you needed that in your sex starved brain. (Oh, and slapping your forehead will not remove said images, no matter how hard you slap.  Trust me on this.)

2. No matter how long you wait, the car really won’t go get the oil changed all by itself.  Oh, and if you wait until the little yellow light shaped like a wrench comes on? The guys at the oil change place will laugh at you.  Everytime.  And probably point mockingly when your back is turned.

1. A Queen-size bed is really only big enough for one person.  Okay.  One person, Two remote controls, 3 standard pillows, and maybe a book or two.  But, still.  One person.