My Love Affair With Shoes

I think that I've mentioned this before, but oh how I love shoes. I own waaay too many shoes. I think that many women who have had kids can relate. No matter how much my pant size changes (and it has been known to vary many sizes with the whole pregnancy... post baby fatness etc....), my foot always remains a constant size 9.
If any of you are in desperate need of shoes...please, come shopping in my closet and I would gladly part with a couple of pairs. Oh... there is only one catch. I kind of have a thing for grandma shoes. You see folks, here in Oregon, yes... I'm sure that there are still people prancing around in their Jimmy Choos, but it seems like the majority of people are into comfort shoes. Crocs, Keens, Born, Earth Shoes, Danskos.... these are part of the shoe language that I speak. In case you think that all of my shoes are dorky sporty shoes, alas, did you know that Clark has a line called indigo that has high heels? And yes, they are funky and still comfy (and Heather usually supplies me with these). I know I may be too young to have fallen into the Grandma shoe trap, but I just can't help it. I think that my shoes are adorable too... so they are more like cool Grandma shoes.
So, my question for you... if you live in Oregon, do you wear comfort/sporty shoes... or cool people shoes like the rest of the country? Have you ever made fun of all of the comfort shoes you have seen Oregonians wear? And if you live in a place where people around you are way into appearances/boob jobs... I recommend that you consider relocating to a place where dressing comfortable is the norm :).

My Weird Theory

I think that I am pretty friendly gal. I make friends pretty easily, and I love chatting with and getting to know people from all walks of life. I think that I get along with 95% of the population, and I don't usually encounter drama with other woman folk. It's just not my style. I really really hate drama.
So, I mentioned before that 95% of the population I can get along with just fine, but every once in a while, I meet someone who I can just tell I completely rub them the wrong way. I see eye rolls when I make my light hearted cheesy jokes. I can see eye rolls when I act like a spaz or when I'm..... basically just being myself.
The other day as I was contemplating a few people I have met who I felt like are/were completely bugged by me... I noticed a pattern. This may sound like a crazy theory, but here it is folks. I've noticed that the people who tend to not especially enjoy my company tend to have a common denominator: people who are really good at math. You know, like engineers....... and all of those other professions that require awesome math skills. When I realized this, I wondered... why? This is what I came up with. People who are really good at math tend to like equations. They like predictability and the power to figure the equation out and for things to make sense. I am not a predictable equation. I change the subject mid-sentence, I might bust out into song spontaneously, I am unorganized, and I don't make sense like an equation does. These people like things to be logical... which I am not always. I do realize that my theory can be proven wrong. I am sure that I can get along with many people who excel in math, and that on the flip side, there may be some English majors who find me quite annoying too.
What is the point of all this nonsense you may ask? I have noticed lately that I care way too much about what people think about me. Not enough to be something I'm not obviously, but I always feel baffled when I feel like I am very friendly and nice to someone, and I get rudeness in response. The truth is, that all of us will encounter people who rub us the wrong way... it's just human nature. There will always be some people that no matter how nice I am (or maybe because I'm nice to them) to them... for whatever reason.... we won't mesh. People have things going on in their lives and issues and insecurities that shape how they act. I can not be super sophisticated or articulate, or whatever. I am me. I am not perfect, but I have good intentions and l should feel good about the fact that I am able to get along with many kinds of people. Do any of you struggle with this? I am hoping that as I grow and mature and gain some wisdom, that I won't be so affected and care about how other people see me. I need to continue to receive inspiration on how I live my life and always try to be better, and love life and that is all I can do. It does not matter in the end what everyone thought about me, but what kind of person I am. Well, thanks for listening friends. This is just something that I have been thinking about lately. Any words from the wise? Not that I care what you think :).

Mom Talk

It's weird how as moms, some things become a part of our daily lives, and we aren't even phased by the weirdness of it all. Tonight I was talking to a girlfriend on the phone, and this is how the conversation went:
Me: (interrupting our conversation) Oh shoot, I think that Gabe just pooped on the floor.
Her:Do you need to go so you can clean it up?
Me: (Talking, wiping a butt, and cleaning the carpet all at the same time) Nah, I'm good... so what were you saying?
And our conversation just continued. No big deal. Poop on the carpet...that's just normal mom life I guess. This whole motherhood thing is a strange gig sometimes, but I love it.