So today was my first day at my new job. It went very well, but I’m beat. Not so much because the work was so exhausting, but because I didn’t sleep very well last night, and I got up way early so that I could get in and get settled. Other than some technical issues, which will hopefully be resolved tomorrow, all is well.
Over the weekend, we saw a couple of movies. Friday night, we went out to see Forgetting Sarah Marshall, which I found very funny. (there was that one moment when I cried, though…darn Kristen Bell…) Saturday, we finally watched Enchanted, which has been sitting here since it was released on DVD. Squee! Loved it.
We’ve also been (re)watching the third season of Arrested Development, which is always fun.
Traded in another box of CDs for store credit…we went to Record Theatre, then to FYE with the stuff they wouldn’t take. I got a copy of Duma Key out of the deal, which I hope to find some time to read, uh, sometime.
And since I’m barely focusing at this point (seriously, I keep getting distracted by shiny things. it’s taking me way too long to finish this lame update entry), I’m going to call it a night and go do something that involves, like, zero brain cells.
Whenever I start writing “a little bit of…” I always start singing “Mambo #5” in my head. Is it wrong for me to kind of like that song? 😉
Ahem. Anyway, it’s been a busy week. Grading? Almost done…yeah, yeah, I’ve got class in an hour and a half. What’s your point? I’ve ventured out of the apartment to grade papers a couple of times this week. Yesterday, I walked down the street to Starbucks and got myself a sugar-free cinnamon dolce latte, sat with my shiny new iPod (which I did find a wee bit of time to play with this week–more on that later) and graded papers. It was most productive.
While I was at Starbucks, a random guy came up to me to tell me that he liked my hair!
“I love girls with short hair,” he said, “and I just had to tell you that yours is adorable.”
Aww. *Blush*
He also said that he noticed I had a ring and figured I was engaged. “Yeah,” I said. “I am.”
“That figures,” he said. Then he told me to have a great day, and left. I feel for the guy…I’ve totally been there…but random compliments are never a bad thing!
Today, I spent some time grading at Caffe Aroma before meeting Rand for lunch. We went to Tru Teas on Elmwood, which is a really cute place. I’d love to go there for high tea sometime! (I’ve been to high tea exactly once–in Scotland) I had the ginger carrot soup and an order of hummus with flatbread. Yummy!
Today, I had my manicure and pedicure. While I was having my toes done, I spent some time rereading The House on Mango Street, which I’m going to start teaching next week. I have, so far, made zero progress on preparing lessons.
And, I think I can talk about this now publicly…Rand and I are going to be closing on a town house in approximately a month. Can we talk about how crazy I’m going to be for the next couple of months? Teaching? Moving? Planning a wedding? Ack! Good thing I’ve got yoga to keep me somewhat grounded and sane. (Being back in class this week was awesome, and I SO needed it.)
Okay, I have to run. These last few papers aren’t gonna grade themselves…
This photo has been viewed 1082 times. It has been favorited 8 times. I have been requested to add it to groups like “Pretty toes and fingers,” and “Beautiful women’s toes and feet.” It’s been commented on by a guy with a whole blog dedicated to adoring female feet.
A second photo of the same pedicure has been viewed 1136 times.
Seriously?
This all reminds me of a story…back when I was freshly living in Buffalo, my parents were in town visiting. We went out to grab a quick lunch, and a man approached me. He told me that he was a student at the University at Buffalo who was writing a book about Reflexology.
“We need a foot model for the book,” he said. “I think your feet would be perfect.”
He asked for my email address and told me that he’d send me a sample chapter and some more information, so that I didn’t think he was crazy. I gave it to him and he wrote (chapter and all).
His next step was to ask if he could take some test shots of my feet to send to his editor. “We can do it at UB,” he said.
Weird? Maybe…but he seemed harmless, and he suggested meeting in a public place. I asked a coworker to go with me, just in case, and we met in in a classroom at UB. I took off my shoes, and he took some pictures of my feet. He told me I’d hear from him.
I never heard from him.
Afterwards, I felt kind of like Charlotte in that episode of Sex and the City, where she meets the foot fetishist in the shoe store:
(not very good quality and subtitled in…Chinese? I’m not sure…)
Before this, I never really thought of my feet (or anyone else’s, for that matter) as sexual objects. I don’t mind my feet, and I don’t dislike having my feet touched as some people do, but that’s really as far as it goes. But what the heck…if my feet can bring people some pleasure, who am I to deny them? 😉
(permission given to Eden to reprint this for the Sexography project, because I missed the deadline. Silly me!)
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