Laurieheels

I need a digital camera with auto timer and tripod, Francis. It is a shame I only have two USB ports built into my machine, but extra cords would just mean every shot shows me holding the mouse. Same for cordless, and same for pellet guns. I'd have to hold something. If I were lucky I'd know someone who was an admirer of this sorrt of thing who did own a camera.

Platform Oxfords. Too busy. You have the platform, you have the laces, you have the heel, that's starting to be too much to focus on!

I agree with Terayon, but for me, more downhill slopes. I can go up in heels, but down, in the weather we have? It is go slow or run. Anything inbetween and there is time to lose my balance. Another would be gravel. It's as much about shoe damage as it is an easily shifted ground.

Xaph, I exist in my own world, way out of the way of the rest of the world. I like that, and I will never claim to be average or in the middle. I'm just an example of what is possible. I'm not the yard stick. If I am, we are all in trouble.

I really dislike Payless. Okay, my oxfords were payless, and I could not believe it. This was three years ago, of course. Since that time, they have had very little of interest. Clunky and low is not the way to go. Someone tell this to Payless in Canada.

I told you, Inga. You made it first. I haven't been as attentive to the board as I would have liked, and I didn't even come close. Give me time, and I will power post one evening and catch up. Way to go Inga!

I am not buying a new mouse, and I am not shooting anything at my desk. Everyone will have to be patient.

We have an Everybody category, just move anything that blurs the line into that group. Why? I don't know, I'm tired. It just seems like an option that can make most people happy.

I will pick on you again, but remember, it is all in good fun! Sorry Charlie

If glue were not bad enough, my gold spiked mules had the sale tags stapled to the slope under the shoe. Yes, two staples per shoe.

Hates, peeves, what you will, I don't think I could start writing about mine without overloading the space on the server. I don't hate, so let us say, peeved. Mine? Ignorant People, and in particular, ignorant people who act like they aren't AND are rude about it. Maybe a rocket to the moon can save me from this. I see it almost every day at work. I cannot tolerate it any longer, but I have no choice.

I don't know anyone who would be willing to take pictures of me for internet publication. I'd receive... resistance to the idea. Give it time, I'll think of something. As for the closet, there'd be all of three pairs in the picture worth posting, so that too, needs time. But yes, like Mariah, surrounded by shoes. That is a good idea, Melissa.

We could start a new topic in the general, but since it is here... X, you said boys were better at solving abstract problems, but girls far outstripped the boys in verbal reasoning and communication. Funny, because I am excellent with abstract problems AND excellent with verbal reasoning and communication. I'm certainly not going to fit into a category. Sure, in general, the observation may be true, but is there any influence in this development, even at very young ages? Do childhood activities set up the brain? If so, then these are stereotypical responses created by stereotypical ways of raising boys vs raising girls. NOW we have an intersting basis for a study.

I said goodbye to snow. I hoped Spring would stay. Why do I even bother... It's snowing. Heavy. Cold. So much for open season on heels.

I'd like to show more, Chip. First, I should buy more. My goal is a picture of many pairs lined up in my closet, all four inches and above. And more shots of me wearing my shoes. it is not easy, having a lowly web camera. I have to be able to reach the mouse in order to take the pictures, so full length shots are not an option. Such a shame, but nothing can be done about it now. It's too bad we don't have any Calgary heel enthusiasts who would pay me to model, even if it was paid in good shoes. Maybe. But then, such things require care, because you never know who is out there and what that person may want. I'll do my best.

I realize that not everyone celebrates Easter, but if not, maybe tell us what you did have. I cook, so I get curious about food in culture. Now I wish there was a food course in University for history or anthropology... I'll go first. I am the chef, I love to cook. I hate to clean, but cooking, I have fun, even when I am freaking out. I prepared Danish style Roasted Pork loin on the bone. The skin is left on, we make the crispy stuff. To accompany it, I had asparagus, Red Cabbage, Pickled beets and simple boiled potatoes. Oh, and gravy. The third best part about making a pork roast is the gravy. #1 being the crackling, #2 being the actual roast. Gravy is made from pan drippings, to which we add water during cooking, to make a dripping stock. My sister and I invited over my mother and her husband. I am so full. What did other people do for their Easter/Sunday meal? I'm interested in cultural differences, so share as much as you can, including any easons behind the food. Folklore, tradition, post away! SHARE! Cultural discussions are wonderful.

Welcome, Susan. You have quite a few posts to put in to catch up, but I know you can do it. At the very least you need to get to kitten heels soon, so you can look presentable.

On 2002-04-01 01:40, Anagram wrote:

Of course I am. I'm a woman.

(yes, this is controversial, don't spam this topic with replied about it)

May I play the role of Juliet for that scene? Someone other than Leo DiCaprio may play Romeo. He seems like a baby faced squirt, and not sutdly enough for me.

Another week goes by. Another week of high heels and the chaos of life. Goodbye to Snow. Let the ice melt, let the walks be clear. The weather is warmer. Spring is here! It is a week late, but it has decided to visit us and be friendly. I hope it stays. Monday and Tuesday were typical work days. They were walking days, and there is one important note. Monday I walked to work and home again in my four inch Oxfords. This is still a bit much for me. not because it hurts to do the walking, no, but the end result is tired feet. Some more endurance must be built. Tuesday was three inch ankle boots. Other than that, both days were five inch days, and my patent stilettos are getting a bit worn now. One month is all it takes with me. This is the largest indication that leather will be best. Let's hope a bag of money falls from the sky. Wednesday, and finally, time off of work. I spent the day in my four inch Oxfords. I can do that without any trouble. The hard walk to work is a bit different than driving somewhere and then casually walking around, regardless of the length of time. Much had to be done, this Wednesday, so it was a good test of the four inch ability. My mother was getting married again on Thursday. Visiting Walmart for some plants, visiting the Danish Deli for some of the food, going for other groceries, and then having to go to yet another store... sometimes ground pork is difficult to find! The end result of what we make with it outweighs the trouble of finding it. And of course, more time out in heels! Thursday. Wedding day. At noon, I was wearing some linen stockings under black pants, and I slipped into my patent stilettos. I would be in them until, oh, Ten in the evening. Two five minute breaks during the day were all I took. So being in heels, carrying things up to the hotel room, preparing the food platters, and rearranging the hotel room... this is what I did. I wore a nice long blue dress for the wedding. I was the Maid of Honour for my mother. It was my turn, after all. And I was trying to be the gracious host as well as the Maid, all in five inch heels. My mother wore black suede pumps with about a three inch heel. They were always my favourite pair of hers. Maybe they could be higher, yes, but I told her I was envious, and she told me how old fashioned the look is. Suede heels. They are a classic, with the think spike heel and the pointier toe... That is going to be a goal of mine, now. Classic suede heels. Every girl would like to grow up to be like her mother... It was a very small gathering. It had to be, we were using a hotel room. It is far cheaper than renting a meeting room or a party room or a hall. AND my mother and her new husband could spend the night. It was Ten when I took off the stilettos and went barefoot for about an hour. I was cleaning up, with help of course, and I had to change back to regular clothes. I didn't bring a change of shoes, so at 11 PM it was stilettos to go home. When my sister and I arrived at the apartment, we found that someone was parked in our stall. This is inherently evil, you must understand. The response to such an act is simple, direct, and deep down it makes me feel both evil and good. Justice must be done! We had the car ticketed and towed, of course. So I was outside in heels a few times until 12:30 when finally someone arrived to tow the vehicle. I parked our car on the street, so it could not be targeted by whatever drunken excuse for a human being when that person did not find the car. My sister watched me from the balcony, and when I came back up, she commented that she saw this sexy blond walking across the street. Where was anyone else to see this? I did get a few glances from the tow truck driver as I walked through the parking lot and to the lobby. That was nice. Blond in heels finally notices a man looking at her. This makes the news! Friday. I was up early to go hunt for Shrimp. The frozen kind, in the store. This is Calgary, no shrimp in our water. I wore Oxfords for most of my day, up until 5 PM. This included all of the prep work for dinner. The problem I noticed was tired feet. I had pushed it somewhat on Thursday, and I did stand a good deal. I think my feet were bruised. it felt that way. I had to switch to my mules with the three and a half inch heel for the rest of the evening. On the brighter side, my Garlic Shrimp fettucini was the best ever. My mom liked it, so did my sister, so did Mom's new husband, who is such a nice guy. Saturday. I woke up, going about barefoot as is common for me, and I noticed that the pads of my feet, where the ball of the foot might be, felt even more bruised. This was strange. I had pushed it Thursday, but only felt it Saturday. The good thing here is that there is no joint pain or arch pain. It just felt like the flesh was, well, worked over. I had to work, so I just put on my Oxfords and went to toil for the corporation. I was fine in half an hour. The bruising feeling went away. My sister was out with friends, so I came home, watched TV, and put on my stilettos for the evening at home. Why? Practice! This is what it is all about! Some of you saw me in Jenny's Chat. I'm still pondering the whole thing. I do enjoy the attention. Today is Sunday, and it is Easter. I am making a pork roast right now. It needs a basting soon. It has the skin on, so we get what you call crackling. I can't spell what we call it. It's very much a Danish thing. We normally make ham for Easter, but we have the roasts, so why not use them? It's like Christmas again! I am doing all of this in my four inch oxfords. I am not wearing stockings, which is not like me, but it was nice out today, and this called for bare legs while my sister and I were out for a drive. Did I get anywhere this week? Maybe not. I am certain Thursday will have a beneficial effect over the next week. But that will be for the next Diary... Until then, all I can do is keep pushing here and there, and become a mistress of high heels.

Hoverfly: It was very common for many companies to give out webcams, especially this past Christmas. It was all part of the war for high speed internet users. Free is good, but don't feel too special, you only got one as a way to entice you to the service. Terayon: I have not seen the movie, nor heard of the person you mentioned. Sorry. I doubt I have a clone, but maybe there is a clown of me out there.

On 2002-03-31 20:07, Anagram wrote:

I need to get a capture card so I can make some caps of Kelly Ripa who hosts the "Today Show" on NBC.

It's Live with Regis and Kelly, not the Today Show. You're going to confuse people.

Kelly is much more fun than Kathie Lee ever was. Lately she has been wearing these yellow slingbacks. They actually work with most of her outfits.

She's both smart and goofy at the same time. And she wears heels a good deal. She reminds me of someone, but I can't quite figure out who it would be...

I think I understand the picture and the ideas of the comments... If you look rich, you look like you cost a lot, so no one would think you a tart or slut or any such thing. Money means class (how sad it has to be that way) so look like you have it, and change the image of the boots. In a way, I like the concept.

I think I understand the picture and the ideas of the comments... If you look rich, you look like you cost a lot, so no one would think you a tart or slut or any such thing. Money means class (how sad it has to be that way) so look like you have it, and change the image of the boots. In a way, I like the concept.

What I meant by equality was not about comparing the physical characteristics of men and women. Just in a manner of mentally and morally and, in general, with regards to place in society. It is interesting how it became something physical. Physically, everyone is different, and everyone has a niche (I hate that word but it was the best for the job). We are all different, in that we are individuals. But for human rights and the opportunity for free speech and free expression, then we are all equals. My comment was more of a joke than anything, and look where it led. Laurie must learn for next time.