Death of a Shoe!
Death of a Shoe!
Zoe's: June 2003-September 2004
The Zoe's were a beloved pair of shoes purchased last summer for a summer party. They were the perfect summer party shoe. They were gold with clear 2 inch heels, trimmed with three diamond rhinestone buttons on the front for decoration. They were versatile and dressed up summer dresses to semi formal in 2 seconds flat!
The right foot met an early demise last week when I wore them to work. Unbeknownst to me, I got out of the car and entered the office building and all was okay. Or so it seemed. At lunch, I noticed there was a problem. I noticed that when I exited the front door and stepped on the marble tiles, my right foot had a slide all its own. Something was dreadfully wrong with my right Zoe. The heel was missing. That two inches of black that was the buffer between the ground and the clear heel was missing. I tip toed to my car and got in. There was the heel under the gas petal. I knew I could fix it.
I took off my Zoe and tried to snap the heel back on. The clear plastic heel had 2 plastic prongs that fit snuggly into 2 black holes in the heel. Well, because I had been walking on carpet all day, I knew nothing was wrong, but the entire time I took a step, I was slowing killing my right Zoe. The 2 clear plastic prongs were now smashed flat, never to fit into the black heel ever again.
I was distraught! The left Zoe was even more distraught. She had lost her life mate forever. It was a sad moment in the heat of the car and all time stood still. I knew I had to go home and take them off, never to be worn again.
The Zoe's lived a full and robust life. The did not live out their full life cycle of a shoe, but they did great things with the time they had. The Zoe's leave behind their immediate family: 9 pairs of other summer sandals. They also leave behind an entire closet full of cousins, aunts and uncles in the form of 43 pairs of pumps, heels, boots, assorted athletic shoes and slippers.
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Funeral Services will be held Monday, 11:00AM
at the
Church of the Holy Shoe Tree.
The Holy Reverend Pump Heeled Shoe will officiate.
Final resting place will be a lined shoe box
delicately place in the kitchen trashcan.
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In lieu of flowers, please make donations in the form of Kiwi shoe polish
to the immediate and distant family.
Do you know what the Life Cycle of a Shoe is? If not read here!
GMAIL: For a limerick and a link!
I have 4 left to give away.
Same contest rules apply as below in the first post regarding the contest.
I am running a gmail limerick/link contest. Thewinner will get the gmail invitation. I need the best limerick you can writeabout SHOES! No vulgarities please. In addition I also need a permanent linkback to my site. The linking will be good as I may have other gmail invites in the future and you can check back often. In addition, I will also link back toeveryone who links back to me regardless of the gmail invitation. One good link deserves another. It may take a little time for me to link you by blogroll or button, but I will get around to it. I have a button on the side bar if you want to link by button. It is a shoe button.I will run it for the entire weekend. GMAIL winners will get their invitations Monday. (I will be out of town for the weekend and will be in a blog free zone the entire time so I will not have a chance to get back the this blog until Monday night!) Put those thinking caps on ...shoe limericks..shoe limericks...shoe limericks..shoe limericks...shoe limericks!
Same contest rules apply as below in the first post regarding the contest.
I am running a gmail limerick/link contest. Thewinner will get the gmail invitation. I need the best limerick you can writeabout SHOES! No vulgarities please. In addition I also need a permanent linkback to my site. The linking will be good as I may have other gmail invites in the future and you can check back often. In addition, I will also link back toeveryone who links back to me regardless of the gmail invitation. One good link deserves another. It may take a little time for me to link you by blogroll or button, but I will get around to it. I have a button on the side bar if you want to link by button. It is a shoe button.I will run it for the entire weekend. GMAIL winners will get their invitations Monday. (I will be out of town for the weekend and will be in a blog free zone the entire time so I will not have a chance to get back the this blog until Monday night!) Put those thinking caps on ...shoe limericks..shoe limericks...shoe limericks..shoe limericks...shoe limericks!
What I do is kick them in the pants with a diamond buckled shoe!
~~Aileen Mehle~~
A carrot, an egg, and a cup of coffee
You will never look at a cup of coffee the same way again.
A young woman went to her mother and told her
about her life and how things were so hard for her.
She did not know how she was going to make it and
wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and
struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a
new one arose.
Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled
three pots with water and placed each on a high fire.
Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she
placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in
the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them
sit and boil, without saying a word.
In about twenty minutes she turned off the
burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them
in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in
a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it
in a bowl.
Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me,
what do you see?"
"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.
Her mother brought her closer and asked her to
feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft.
The mother then asked the daughter to take an
egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she
observed the hard boiled egg.
Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip
the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its
rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What does it
mean, mother?"
Her mother explained that each of these objects
had faced the same adversity ... boiling water ..
each reacted differently.
The carrot went in strong, hard, and
unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the
boiling water, it softened and became weak.
The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell
had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting
through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.
The ground coffee beans were unique, however.
After they were in the boiling water, they had changed
the water.
"Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When
adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond?
Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?"
Think of this: Which am I?
Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain
and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my
strength?
Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart,
but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit,
but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or
some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff?
Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I
bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened
heart?
Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually
changes the hot water, the very circumstance that
brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it
releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like
the bean, when things are at their worst, you get
better and change the situation around you.
When the hour is the darkest and trials are
their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another
level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a
carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?
The Evils of HipHop Shoes Continued!
The second visit to the mall, I considered myself ready. I was going to demand a compenent clerk and if the one I had before was there, I was not going to let him help me. I walked in and it was a busy Saturday this time. The first time I went when traffic in the store was slow. I went straight to the wall of Baby Phat shoes and waited. I looked around and waited. I waited some more. I looked around at the patrons and most everyone looked like they just stepped out of a rap music video. Baggy jeans, big athletic shirts and big chains. They were in stark contrast to me in my khakhi capries, sandals and coach bag. But that was okay. Most of the people were young people...teens and young adults. Finally I went to the desk and asked for help and was told that they would get someone to help me.
I went back to the wall and sat down on a bench. I looked around and thought that sloppy clothes was not a fashion statement and if dirty Fila came to me wanting some sort of hip hop clothes for girls she could just forget it. And excuse me but proper english is the norm for me. What is up with dropping all "t's" in a word so that, for example, Martin becomes Mar-in and cotton becomes co--on and water becomes wa-er????? As I sat there and looked around, it became apparent that some of the young people were looking at me.
It became crystal clear what was happening. My geek, non hip hop, uncool, non "t" dropping magnet that was permanently fixated in the exact center of my forehead had begun to glow. Brightly! I must have had a look on my face that I was not aware of, that I was in disapproval. I looked away and finally the clerk came.
I asked him to tell me about the Air Force ones. What were they all about? He looked at me like I was crazy. Like I should know. I asked him if I looked like I would know about hip hop? He said no and smiled. I told him I was not into these shoes but my child was and before I got shoes that cost $149, named after a rap/hip hop star, I wanted to know what the fascination was all about. He said that on the first Saturday of each month a new pair/model/style was released and people lined up at the mall at 5am before the mall opened to get these shoes. I just looked at him.
~blank stare for quite a while~
I asked him to shoe me a pair. He bought out some plain white tennis shoes. I asked how would anyone know these were AF1's. He said that the label would tell me. I looked at the shoes and saw a very, very, very , very small....did I forget to say VERY small tag... that said "AF1" near the shoe tongue. When the shoes were laced up you would not be able to see that.
"FORGET it! ", I thought to myself. Maybe if I could see a big "AF1" somewhere, but they looked like a pair of plain white tennis shoes that cost $149 and was named after Nelly and his rap song "air force ones." DAMN! He was singing about tennis shoes and not the president's plane!
I then asked him about baby phat shoes in 8.5. He went back and looked and found nothing ni that size that was on sale. They still did have the non sale pairs that they just got in for fall. I just could not bring myself to spend that much money on tennis shoes that would be used for play and would get dirty. Dress shoes--no problem. I have paid well over $150 for a pair of shoes I had to have. Dress shoes can last years. Tennis shoes have to be replaced at least once a year for an active child.
I decided to wait. Wait, wait wait! I would again talk to dirty Fila about those shoes again and see if she really just had to have those shoes. With that, I turned around and with my geek, non hiphop, uncool, non "T"dropping forehead magnet that was still glowing, left the land of ghetto fabulousness.
The evil shoes of hiphop had won! I had lost the battle that day, but I do not think, I have yet lost the war! Next time, I will bring the holy water and beach music to defeat the evil shoes of hiphop!
I went back to the wall and sat down on a bench. I looked around and thought that sloppy clothes was not a fashion statement and if dirty Fila came to me wanting some sort of hip hop clothes for girls she could just forget it. And excuse me but proper english is the norm for me. What is up with dropping all "t's" in a word so that, for example, Martin becomes Mar-in and cotton becomes co--on and water becomes wa-er????? As I sat there and looked around, it became apparent that some of the young people were looking at me.
It became crystal clear what was happening. My geek, non hip hop, uncool, non "t" dropping magnet that was permanently fixated in the exact center of my forehead had begun to glow. Brightly! I must have had a look on my face that I was not aware of, that I was in disapproval. I looked away and finally the clerk came.
I asked him to tell me about the Air Force ones. What were they all about? He looked at me like I was crazy. Like I should know. I asked him if I looked like I would know about hip hop? He said no and smiled. I told him I was not into these shoes but my child was and before I got shoes that cost $149, named after a rap/hip hop star, I wanted to know what the fascination was all about. He said that on the first Saturday of each month a new pair/model/style was released and people lined up at the mall at 5am before the mall opened to get these shoes. I just looked at him.
~blank stare for quite a while~
I asked him to shoe me a pair. He bought out some plain white tennis shoes. I asked how would anyone know these were AF1's. He said that the label would tell me. I looked at the shoes and saw a very, very, very , very small....did I forget to say VERY small tag... that said "AF1" near the shoe tongue. When the shoes were laced up you would not be able to see that.
"FORGET it! ", I thought to myself. Maybe if I could see a big "AF1" somewhere, but they looked like a pair of plain white tennis shoes that cost $149 and was named after Nelly and his rap song "air force ones." DAMN! He was singing about tennis shoes and not the president's plane!
I then asked him about baby phat shoes in 8.5. He went back and looked and found nothing ni that size that was on sale. They still did have the non sale pairs that they just got in for fall. I just could not bring myself to spend that much money on tennis shoes that would be used for play and would get dirty. Dress shoes--no problem. I have paid well over $150 for a pair of shoes I had to have. Dress shoes can last years. Tennis shoes have to be replaced at least once a year for an active child.
I decided to wait. Wait, wait wait! I would again talk to dirty Fila about those shoes again and see if she really just had to have those shoes. With that, I turned around and with my geek, non hiphop, uncool, non "T"dropping forehead magnet that was still glowing, left the land of ghetto fabulousness.
The evil shoes of hiphop had won! I had lost the battle that day, but I do not think, I have yet lost the war! Next time, I will bring the holy water and beach music to defeat the evil shoes of hiphop!
What I do is kick them in the pants with a diamond buckled shoe!
~~Aileen Mehle~~
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