I've Got Feet!

My eyes are too big, my nose is too flat, my ears stick out, my mouth is too big and my face is too small... my body is thin as a clarinet and my ankles are so skinny that I wear two pairs of bobby socks because I don't want people to see how thin they are. - Goldie Hawn

Reading that quote, I wonder... eyes too big for what?  Nose to flat for what?  What's wrong with ears sticking out?  Who said that all of these body parts need to be a certain way?  And if you can name the person who said that, can you tell me who anointed him or her as The Decider?  (Anyway, GWB already took that title...)

It's all about what we believe.  Not about the truth of the matter at all.

As a kid, I was told that soon we would need to get me boats instead of shoes.  Soooooo like all kids who don't want to wear boats for shoes (in the middle of Kansas, no less), I began to squish up my toes every time I tried on new shoes.  No one said I was the brightest star in the sky...

Since my wonderful son and daughter inherited the feet that can be used as skis when necessary, I decided that I would always tell them that long feet are a sign of intelligence.  I'll have to ask them if they believed me.

I really don't have a problem with the size of my feet any longer.  And actually, it's not my feet that are large.  It's these toes.  Finger toes, as they've been called.  They have been a blessing and a curse.  When I was young, I would use them to pick up things off of my floor when cleaning my bedroom.  That was useful.  The hard part about these long digits is that, still today, I don't know where I end!  I have kicked more walls and doors and vacuum cleaners and chair legs than I can count.  My toes are messed up from that.  I sometimes wonder if I'll be able to walk when I hit a ripe old age.

Anyway, more and more women have feet as large as mine now.  I'm in good company.  It's just that I don't like to wear whites or stripes or bright colors that draw attention to my feet.  I don't like to see big boats moving out of the corner of my eye and then realize that those are not boats; they're my feet!

Truthfully, honestly, I LOVE my feet.  They have carried me up eight mountains over 14,000 feet high.  They have taken me through snow to immaculate backcountry scenes that have filled my heart.  They helped me to pace back and forth in the dark with sweet babies who didn't realize that I needed to sleep at night.

These are the best feet I could ever have!  So, in honor of my sweet-smellin', beautiful-lookin' feet, today I put on the pair of striped, finger-toed socks that have been sitting silently in the back of my drawer.

For YOU, G.G. and Dancing!

(I think it's your turn now, G.G.)  :-)