Rationalize? Me?

At last, another practical purpose for shoes! Have I failed to impress upon you my abiding fondness for footwear? Boots in particular, I'm afraid. And if they're beautiful, why coop them up in the closet? Why not have them out in the light so they can be appreciated even when they're not being worn! I can't claim inventing this brilliant flash of decorating. While in Atlanta visiting my sister Pam, I found her use of my brother's shoes and boots as decorative items charming. And just as I was typing this, I remembered when we were invited into Roz's apartment on the NBC sitcom Frasier. Unless I'm experiencing a hallucinatory memory, Roz had several pairs of boots displayed in a large shelf unit recessed into the wall above her bed. Naturally, this induced a festival of lechery* to dance about inside my head. I can't speak as to what the proximity of a multitude of boots to the bedside might conjure up in your brain, I only know what it does to mine! Granted, Roz's boot collection was of the western, or cowboy, variety, not the black leather stiletto style, but one woman's fantasy is another woman's chore. If you know what I mean. Which is why my boots are in the bookcase in my office. Where they might inspire my writing. Don't get me started on the penguins.

* I must credit fellow blogger Lisa for this particular term. I loved festival of lechery so much I really think it ought to be a national holiday.

Birthday Fun in Downtown Sioux Falls

Mingling with the locals.

Kristi has a heart! And an open one at that.

Kristi on alert as she guards our purses and shopping finds.

You mean I was supposed to put money in that meter?!?!?!

Deep sigh of relief as I realize it is not a parking ticket, merely a courtesy warning. They must have known it was my birthday!

Prime Wishes

No, I don't have fifty-three of them. Just three. I only blew out one teensy candle on my birthday since only one was lit. Something about not having the appropriate permits or something. Good things come in threes, so here are my three good things to meditate on. Maybe then they'll move from the realm of wishes to reality. And yes, I am aware of the adage that reminds one to take care in what you wish for. It could come true. Then there's that other one about how when the gods wish to punish you, they answer your prayers. Without further digression, my list:


* Right Work

* True Love

* Artistic Endeavor

Festivous Food

Funnel cake. How could this not be good for you?



















Behold the pita sandwich. All the food groups nestled into one pocket. Well, with the exception of chocolate.

First Prime Day

Fifty-three good. Campfire, wine, chocolate. Colleen and Tammy and Kristi are the best feminine company I could hope for. Beautiful morning with coffee and sunshine on the deck. Bacon for breakfast. Arts Festival in town meaning that there are lovely artsy booths in the park to peruse and pita sandwiches and funnel cakes waiting to be eaten.

Today's Agenda

Bike ride with younger son
Cupcake for breakfast
Lunch and artsy stuff with the girls
Birthday drinks with friends
Backyard fire with champagne and chocolates

Fiscal Year End Accounting

As Fiscal Year Carla draws to a close, let us contemplate for a moment. This is my last day to be 52, this last year carried the theme, Carla's Finally Playing With a Full Deck! Can't say for sure that I did. It's possible, though, that I might be above average on the learning curve. Coming up, 53! Considering that 53 is a prime number, tomorrow begins FYC with the theme, Carla's in Her Prime! Tonight, then, would be something akin to New Year's Eve. No sense in waiting to celebrate. Irish Car Bombs at Jim's Tap! I hope to see all of you there.