Just who the hell are YOU?
I have joined the reinvigorated version of Knittyboard Blogstalking. I've never been part of a webring before, so this should be fun.
First assignment is to tell y'all a little about me.
This is me.
This is where you will find me most of the time when I am home. I'm either on the laptop, or knitting, in that chair, wearing those pants, watching tv. Couldn't you just pass out from the excitement?
This is my child.
Abbey. She is a bad kitty. Very sloppy with her food, which she likes to spill and spit all over the floor. And she is sloppy with her hair, which covers every inch of our house. She is mean. She often bites. She is a tiny ball of fur-covered evil. But we love her probably more than ourselves. She definitely does NOT deserve it.
This is the best thing that ever happened to me.
Shane. My husband of a little over a year. God has graced me with this amazing man to share my life with, and I'm not sure that I really deserve him. He moved into this house 4 days after our first date, and I've been telling him since then that I am crazy. I warned him to git while the gittin' was good, but he stuck around. Sucker!
When Shane entered my life, he brought this with him.
Brady, my 8 yo step-son. He stays with us every other weekend. Being a step-mom when you have no other kids of your own is interesting. Frustrating, but interesting. Thankfully, Brady is a really good kid, and we get along great most of the time.
This is my office.
I need to put some stuff on my walls, seeing as I have actual walls instead of just cube dividers. I have a window too. I love my job. Not only do I get to do the thing that I've always wanted to do (editing), but I get to work with so many people that I love. It's great. Oh, and see that little blue thing to the left of the fan? That's my iPod and I absolutely could not survive without it. I wish there was a way to implant it like a pacemaker.
And finally, these are my shoes.
At least, these are the ones that are visible from the closet door. The racks extend much further to the left and right and are full. Now, ignore for the moment the fact that I obviously have some sort of shoe fetish. The point of showing you this is so that you can see what is of utmost importance in my day-to-day: comfort. In this picture, there are 8 pairs of Birkenstocks (some sandals, some clogs, and even a pair of loafers), 2 pairs of Danskos, and even a pair of Doc Martens. What you won't see are any heels. Why? I refuse to wear them. I have a couple of pairs that I only wear on special occasions, but for all of the other 364 days of the year, I refuse. I have to be comfortable, or I'm just not happy. And an unhappy Beverly is bad for all.
First assignment is to tell y'all a little about me.
This is me.
This is where you will find me most of the time when I am home. I'm either on the laptop, or knitting, in that chair, wearing those pants, watching tv. Couldn't you just pass out from the excitement?
This is my child.
Abbey. She is a bad kitty. Very sloppy with her food, which she likes to spill and spit all over the floor. And she is sloppy with her hair, which covers every inch of our house. She is mean. She often bites. She is a tiny ball of fur-covered evil. But we love her probably more than ourselves. She definitely does NOT deserve it.
This is the best thing that ever happened to me.
Shane. My husband of a little over a year. God has graced me with this amazing man to share my life with, and I'm not sure that I really deserve him. He moved into this house 4 days after our first date, and I've been telling him since then that I am crazy. I warned him to git while the gittin' was good, but he stuck around. Sucker!
When Shane entered my life, he brought this with him.
Brady, my 8 yo step-son. He stays with us every other weekend. Being a step-mom when you have no other kids of your own is interesting. Frustrating, but interesting. Thankfully, Brady is a really good kid, and we get along great most of the time.
This is my office.
I need to put some stuff on my walls, seeing as I have actual walls instead of just cube dividers. I have a window too. I love my job. Not only do I get to do the thing that I've always wanted to do (editing), but I get to work with so many people that I love. It's great. Oh, and see that little blue thing to the left of the fan? That's my iPod and I absolutely could not survive without it. I wish there was a way to implant it like a pacemaker.
And finally, these are my shoes.
At least, these are the ones that are visible from the closet door. The racks extend much further to the left and right and are full. Now, ignore for the moment the fact that I obviously have some sort of shoe fetish. The point of showing you this is so that you can see what is of utmost importance in my day-to-day: comfort. In this picture, there are 8 pairs of Birkenstocks (some sandals, some clogs, and even a pair of loafers), 2 pairs of Danskos, and even a pair of Doc Martens. What you won't see are any heels. Why? I refuse to wear them. I have a couple of pairs that I only wear on special occasions, but for all of the other 364 days of the year, I refuse. I have to be comfortable, or I'm just not happy. And an unhappy Beverly is bad for all.
posted by Beverly at 6:06 PM
9 Comments:
LOL - I snickered at the cat picture ;) Even before I saw your caption I thought, 'bad kitty!'
I'm with you on the no heels. I am not even 5 feet tall and no amount of heel is even going to make me an average height, so why would I torture myself?
She do have a little bit o' cattitude, she do…
Now I love heels. Love love love 'em. I just can't wear them anymore. The '80s just about destroyed my feet.
I thought I was the best thing that ever happened to you. I feel so dejected now.
Heels - look great - hurt like heck. So I don't wear them.
Very envious that you got to meet the Harlot! Very.
I have to say - I love heels, too!
I don't wear them every day, but I will wear them for more than just a special occasion.
I like this blogstalker thing!
Oh, yes, I will always pick comfort over style, no question. There's no point in uncomfortable feet, no point at all!
This was a great post! And I laughed about your mean cat. She's lovely! I had a Delilah once who would rub her cheek against my head three times and then chomp me real hard!
Abbey makes me laugh - she reminds me of my oldest, Lucy. A beautiful cat, but really, it's just a ploy to get you to *want* to pet her so she can be evil to you.
No one who knows Lucy would love her as much as we do, that's for sure. Abbey's a beautiful cat, though!
LOL, substitute a sofa in that first photo and you'd barely tell us apart.
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