Remember, Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did,

but backwards and in high heels.

*Faith Whittlesey*

This weekend has been amazing. St. Benedict would be proud of me, I had a combination of work, prayer, & play this weekend. Friday & Saturday were spent working on papers. Saturday night was spent in laughter & fun times with friends. And today was spent with Mass, paper writing, & supper with friends. Saturday night we celebrated Abby's 22nd birthday with ice skating and drinks and appetizers afterward at Applebees and back to the dorm to play late night soccer in the hallway (which some did not appreciate, I am sure). But it was a GREAT weekend. I feel like it was productive and fun---everything in moderation.

I did, however, realize that it has been almost 2 years since the last time I went ice skating and, thus, these ankles of mine need to be toughened up. I felt pretty good yesterday, but this morning as I went to put heels on for Mass I realized there was NO WAY I would be able to handle heels today. For the first time in my life, I had to put them aside and go with my sensible & comfortable, yet bright & fun pink crocs. Anyone who knows me knows I have a bit of a shoe fettish. I LOVE SHOES---my favorites of course are my heels--the higher the better--but I also love flats, but not just any flats, they have to have a little pizazz to them. Ever since I was little I would dress up in my grandma's heels and dance around the house--my dad always called me the next Amelda (apparently she had a major shoe compulsion too).

There is just something about shoes I love---they can spice up the most boring outfit and give a silent statement of who you are. My goal is to be 80 years old and still running around in my heels. I wear heels almost everyday (whether closed toed, sandal, or boot style). I can walk campus in them with no problem, I wear them shopping, I wear them to Mass, I wear them most everywhere. There are, however, days like today or when I'm working out that I go with the flats---but I don't feel like "me" without heels. I have said for quite some time, when I die, do not open the head of the casket, leave it shut, open the feet and make sure I have my favorite heels on with well-painted toes! :)

PICTURE: Me & S. Mary Rae's stylin' heels. S. Mary Rae is in her seventies and everyday she wears a heel and she is one of the most energetic, fit people I know--she gives me hope that when I am her age I'll be fit, energetic, & lookin' good in my heels. She's a riot!