The boot belongs to Anne's sister-in-law. Apparently when Anne was moving in, she brought boxes from her sister-in-laws truck, and the boot mistakenly was brought into our apartment. The reality is not as entertaining or as fun as our theories, but at least we know the cable man didn't take anything from our apartment.
There is a mysterious high heel boot (with sock and Dr. Scholl's insert) in our apartment. Where did it come from? Who walked away with only one shoe? Why did you leave it?
Our theories:
-The direct tv man that came the day of the finding left the boot and took something else in return (similar to the Life and Death Brigade from Gilmore Girls). But what did he take?
-The boot was thrown into our apartment from the sliding glass door on the balcony (tricky, but with the right angle it could work).
-The boot was left outside of our door and the direct tv man brought it in without mentioning it to us (sneaky).
-One of our friends decided to play a bizarre trick on our apartment, recently named Lady G (for G214).
For now the boot is sitting on top of our tv, as somewhat of a decoration, but more for the purpose of reminding us to lock our doors and to find an owner (because it's creepy). So please claim.
I don't have internet at my apartment. If I had internet I would blog more.
I haven't forgotten about you...I'm just not connected to the world wide web.
I felt old last night. The last four years have gone by so fast. With no further ado, I lack the words...
I picked up my cap and gown today and couldn't get these lyrics out of my head...
As we go on
We remember
All the times we
Had together
And as our lives change
From whatever
We will still be
Friends Forever
thanks vitamin c.
In the words of Brennan Manning:
"Dear Lord, grant me the grace of wonder. Surprise me, amaze me, awe me in every crevice of your universe. Delight me to see how your Christ plays in ten thousand places, lonely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not His, to the Father through features of men's faces. Each day enrapture me with your marvelous things without number...I do not ask to see the reason for it all; I ask only to share the wonder of it all"
and my glasses. When it's raining I constantly have water drops on my glasses impairing my vision. Then I have to wipe off my glasses with my shirt and then they're smudgy. I should have just worn my contacts today.
currently my life revolves around:
The Bachelor
American Idol
The Biggest Loser
America's Best Dance Crew
True Beauty
I now walk around saying "F all you Bs" because of Megan from The Bachelor. I listen to people sing and say to myself "Simon would say no." I see strangers and think they could change their lives on the Biggest Loser. I try to bone crush like the crew on ABDC. And I now walk around trying to hold doors open for people so that I can have inner beauty.
Thank you reality TV.
just something for all of you cynics and realists to chew on:
"The dreamers are the saviors of the world. As the visible world is sustained by the invisible, so men, through all their trials and sins and sordid vocations, are nourished by the beautiful visions of their solitary dreamers. Humanity cannot forget its dreamers; it cannot let their ideals fade and die; it lives in them; it knows them as the realities which it shall one day see and know.
Composer, sculptor, painter, poet, prophet, sage, these are the makers of the after-world, the architects of heaven. The world is beautiful because they have lived; without them, laboring humanity would perish...
Cherish your visions; cherish your ideals; cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts, for out of them will grow all delightful conditions, all heavenly environment; of these, if you but remain true to them, your world will at last be built.
To desire is to obtain; to aspire is to achieve. Shall man's basest desires receive the fullest measure of gratification, and his purest aspirations starve for lack of sustenance? Such is not the las: such a condition of things can never obtain" 'Ask and receive.'
Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream, so shall you become. Your Vision is the promise of what you shall one day be; your Ideal is the prophecy of what you shall at last unveil.
The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn; the bird waits in the egg; and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities."
-From As a Man Thinketh by James Allen
