Monday Confessional: Baby's got...calves

I've loved knee-high boots for years. When they first walked their way into fashion five years ago (or so) I told myself I didn't need them and that they will be out of fashion by next season. The following year I tried to talk myself into thinking they were ugly. The year after that...oh, who knows what my excuse was. The reason I wasn't rockin' the look was this: I have big calves. 

While I'm not sure they are "fat", they are apparently disproportionately large to my foot and/or body according to the boot making industry. Out of all the areas on my body that I was worried about storing excess fat, my calves were never one of them. So why can't I squeeze these leg sausages into the leather casings they so deserve and desire?! Other women have gaps between their boot sleeves and legs, but I'm wishing they made Spanx socks that allow me to loose inches in just moments.

But you know this hasn't stopped me. I was thrilled last year when I found the Steve Madden mini-wedge boots (you know the ones, the ones that were part of the Nordstrom Anniversary sale last July and EVERY 3rd woman bought?) because they were larger in the calf. Then last January when San Diego hit a bit of a rainy season, I had a perfect excuse to a pair of Hunter rainboots. Which I could barely pull up. BUT WHATEVER. 

This week San Diego got an early rain, and while I wasn't planning on pulling out the boots for a few more months, I was excited to move my feet into fall. Until I put on my old Steve Madden lovers... and they were tighter than normal. Today was a full on rainy day and the perfect day to bust out the Hunters. Sitting on my bed I pulled and pulled and finally got them up, and promptly lost all blood flow to my feet. I wanted to cry. Did I GAIN weight in my calves this summer?

Clomping down the stairs ala Frankenstein in my green Hunters, it hit me. The stairs. New house. First time with STAIRS. While I was hoping that the 18+ stairs up to the second floor would help transform my body, I hoped it would help me to drop a quick 10 lbs - not make my calves EVEN bigger. 

So my Monday Confession for October 4th: I'm Beth and I have large calves. Sigh.

Monday Confessional: Unpublished

Looking at my blog, it seems that I don't write that much. In reality, I do...I just don't "publish" very often.

I will admit, my creativity mixed with exhaustion and stress has impacted how I feel about my blog. Maybe "feel" isn't the correct word... the way I approach it? I want to do things with it. I have grand, elaborate plans for it. I also write blog posts in my head throughout the day. The issue is getting these posts out of my head and into my computer. 

Some weeks I do better than others. Some weeks I find myself full of amusing thoughts, or something sparks an obsessive rant, and I'm off. Those are the good weeks. Other weeks, like last week, the back-end of my blog ends up an random cornucopia of unpublished chaos.

But things are always changing, and next week my schedule will lighten up a bit allowing for some more writing time.

So my confession for 9/27: I don't publish about half of what I write. What about you? How do you blog? Do you have scattered, unpublished posts or do you post everything you write?

Monday Confessional

I have a confession to make. And on a Monday, when I'm not feeling all that hot and can go back and maybe blame it on some kind of flu medication. Here it goes... I pretty much like any song that Pitbull is a part of.

I came across this realization this morning while stuck in traffic for SEVENTY MINUTES this morning, going through my iPod searching for anything that might make me happy, like the new Enrique Iglesias song, "I like It".. featuring... wait for it...my boy Pitbull.

At first, searching thru my lists and seeing Pitbull song after Pitbull song...Calle Ocho, Hotel Motel, Krazy (because white girls let's get krazy...) I was somewhat embarrassed. I mean, really?! Carlsbad white MOM and her Latin Rap top 40? But then I bucked up. Dude, the guy makes good, fun songs. They are fun songs to listen to while having a glass of chardonnay and dancing with your girls and kids around the living room. They are fun to dance to at clubs (well, that one I'm assuming because, sadly, I can't remember the last time I went dancing at a club. Sigh) and they are GREAT motivational work-out songs.

So there you have it. My Monday Confessional for 9/20/10: I like Pitbull.

What about you? Do you have a music confession?