30 Days of Thanks – Day 16 – Thankful for Shoes

I am not some crazy shoe lady.  When I heard many years ago that Imelda Marcos had over 3000 pairs of shoes, it’s something I couldn’t fathom.  I need sneakers, flats, a good pair of boots, and a pair of heels that I can wear until the agony in my feet overwhelms good judgement and I take them off to walk barefoot in the dead of winter.  In the snow.  I kid you not.

There is, however, a pair of shoes I covet.  Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.  Well, not really, because I’m not coveting my neighbors’ goods – no one in my neighborhood could afford these shoes.  I suppose I’m coveting a Kardashian’s goods – but I’m pretty sure that’s legal in any religion.  Or at least grounds for an insanity plea.

So  the shoes I love are Christian Louboutin’s Anemone pumps.  I have no where to wear them, and just looking at them causes my feet to swell and scream with pain.  But they make me smile every time I see them.  I just love them.

And at some point, while coveting these shoes (which I can probably find online now for less than $200, since they are several seasons old), I realized how often I look at other people’s shoes.  And they make me happy.  I have a professor who has an impressive collection of shoes, and I even addressed them in a paper I had to write for him.  I don’t know if I got extra points, but it had to be said.  His shoes are super cute.

So today, I’m thankful for shoes.  I love the colors, the collections, and the Christian’s.  They make me smile.

30 Days of Thanks – Day 15 – thankful for Maury Povich

Admit it.  You’ve sat glued to your TV to find out if Maury was going to shout, “You ARE the father”, or if some poor woman would go running off stage when she found out that man #4 was NOT the father to her still un-daddy’d little one.

Watching Maury makes me appreciate the life I have.  I know who fathered all of my children, and I know he’ll always be there to take care of them.  I’ve never had to take a lie detector test – and never felt the need to have my husband, my sister, my parents, my friends, or my children take one.  It means I am surrounded not only by people I trust, but people I know wouldn’t hurt me.

I love tuning in to see these guys who are hitting on women in the green room of the show while waiting to go out on stage – then they turn around and say they’ve never cheated.  It reminds me of how lucky I am to have someone who still, after almost 25 years and xxxx pounds, he still loves me and thinks I’m the most beautiful woman ever.

Today, I’m thankful for Maury Povich.  He reminds me of how good my life is.

30 Days of Thanks – Day 14 – thankful for Scars

I have gone on until you guys are sick of hearing it about how much I love my surgeon, Dr. Nestor Veitia.  He is solely responsible for getting me through my non-compliance after some of my own surgeries, and he’s given up way more time in dedication to my recovery than I should have been entitled to.

Today, my mom is undergoing surgery.  She’s been through a lot over the past few years, including multiple hospitalizations, serious infections, and, if I’m honest, times when we were told she might not make it at all.  But this surgery might give her back more of the independence she lost through the ordeal of the last three years.  It might give her the courage to get back out and try more of the things she lost the ability – or the desire – to do as she has battled back to where she is now.

Something that has gotten me through my own surgeries and medical emergencies in the past couple of years is this quote by author Chris Cleave – “A scar does not form on the dying.  A scar means I survived.”

Today, I am thankful for my surgeon and the surgeon who is skillfully operating on my mom today.  But more than the surgeons, I am thankful for the scars.  They mean that I – and my mom – survived.

30 Days of Thanks, Day 13 – Thankful for Ex-boyfriends

So, before I met my husband, Jim, I was engaged twice to two other guys.  As weird as it is to sit here today finding gratitude in ex-boyfriends, every experience I have had has led me to where I am, and I’m just damn happy.

But it’s not just my ex-boyfriends and the things I learned in those failed relationships that I’m grateful for.  I’m grateful for my daughter’s ex-boyfriends.  Some of you know the bullet we dodged with her boyfriend of nearly two years ago, but the point is that she, like every other woman before her, has had to learn what to value in a relationship and how to avoid the ones that aren’t good for you.  I’m glad she is where she is, and I’m glad she didn’t get too hurt in learning the lessons she learned.

We should all be thankful for the exes in our lives.  The rough seas make you appreciate the calm waters.