snipettes of life

• Mr. Spie is away for a week -- a combination of pleasure and business. How did we celebrate? Home bound with two kids down with fever over this weekend.

• I will be finished with "outside of the home" work in 7 days and my new "free" time is already spoken for.

• Just realized that my first triathlon race of the season (a HIM) is about 4 months away. Perhaps I need to extend my time on the bike soon.

• As gross as Hamburger Helper is nutritionally -- it really does taste good.

• I was "coerced" into a Facebook account for my soon to be former job. Not really sure what I want to do with it. I prefer to keep tabs on people using my husband's account -- anonymity ROCKS!

• I find that even without children present, I gravitate towards children's programming. My current faves? Phinneas and Ferb and Johnny Test.

• I was kicked out -- (oops I mean released) after three months of physical therapy for a pain in my rear last week.

• The pain is still there and it is not one of my relations.

• Finally, I have made a pact to have a drama free February~JOIN ME!

Shoes

These past couple months I have been distracted by shoes.

Despite what you may think, it was not the footwear fantasy that you all imagine.

In September, I was offered the opportunity to have a new pair of shoes. In the box, they looked great, matched with the outfits in my closet. They fit my needs. I agreed to take them.

Initially they fit. As I walked around in the store, they looked fabulous. In my head, I was already imagining what these shoes could do for me.

Days passed and I wore the shoes often. Sometimes they were comfortable. Other times they pinched or rubbed. After a while, they really started to feel uncomfortable. Convinced that I was not wearing the shoes correctly, I made changes to how I wore the shoes.

I added trouser socks.

The shoes still rubbed.

Perhaps it was my feet?

I added thicker socks.

The shoes still rubbed.

Finally, I realized that it was not my feet.

I had many shoes that did not hurt my feet.

It was not the shoes.

There was nothing wrong with the shoes. They still looked great and would be a wonderful addition to any person’s wardrobe.

My feet were just not made for these shoes.

Of course, I am not talking about shoes; I am talking about a job.

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In September, I was offered a part-time position that seemed to fit my family’s schedule. Taking this position would help out my church and many friends, which was a win-win in my opinion.

Unfortunately, while I was fulfilling the obligations of the job, I was unable to fulfill the obligations and needs of my family, which really is non-negotiable.

As good as they made me feel on the inside, they just were not working for me and others outside

– so the shoes are going back to the store.

And soon my shoes will once again become comfortable*

*and I will get back to my irregular blogging