In Which Groovy Dazzles You With Her Amazing Purchase

Hiho! Groovy here. (If it was anyone else I would have to call in the I.B.I. -Internetherworld Bureau of Investigation - to scrutinize, probe, inquire, examine, and otherwise look into what kind of nut had hijacked my blog.)

First off in the big Groovy news report we have...

NEW SHOES!!! Yes, we do!

As a maturing adult, I am finding it increasingly difficult and even painful to wear high heels. In fact, even moderate heels leave me in discomfort. The joints on my big toes scream, "ENOUGH ALREADY!" and I limp around in a decidedly dramatic fashion and whine for 2-3 days afterward. For the past two years I've been taking Glucosamine and threatening to make the move to sensible shoes.

A few things have held me back:

1.) I am a procrastinator!

2.) The shoes I do have, still have quite a bit of wear left in them. This is probably because they make my feet hurt, so I pretty much only wear them on Sunday mornings and on hot dates with Mulletman. Frugality demands that the old ones be worn out before I buy new ones.

3.) I am cheap and new shoes are not.

4.) I am deterred by the ever weighty I-don't-want-to-be-an-old-lady-wearing-ugly-sensible-shoes factor.

Yesterday, however, everything changed. I only wore my favorite heels for 2 hours and I was in pain. Add that to the fact that the girlies desperately needed new sneakers, and we have a mandatory shoe shopping adventure in the making.

We did not find sneakers for the girls (though we got a good lead on groovy shoes in Augusta), but, oh be still my heart, I DID find some shoes for Moi.

They are flat, they are dressy, they are cute, they are comfy, they have "bling", and no one would ever accuse them of looking sensible, even though they absolutely are. Best of all, they were only $10!!!! Three cheers for Payless!



In my excitement and renewed determination, I have pulled all my heels from my closet (only 3 pair - Imelda Marcos, I am not!) and have written myself a note to give them suckers away!

No more heels for this gal. Better yet, no more toe pain! AND I can still look cute too! Woot!

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In other news, my dear friend Carlyo has recently insisted that her son Justin strongly resembles Matt Damon. I had no clue who Matt Damon was, but I figured I could Google an image of him - I was right. Here's a picture of Matt, followed by a pic of Carlyo's Justin.

I think she may have something here. What do YOU think?




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You're Catch-22!

by Joseph Heller

Incredibly witty and funny, you have a taste for irony in all that you
see. It seems that life has put you in perpetually untenable situations, and your sense
of humor is all that gets you through them. These experiences have also made you an
ardent pacifist, though you present your message with tongue sewn into cheek. You
could coin a phrase that replaces the word "paradox" for millions of
people.


Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

So, whatcha think? Sound like me?

Twins? I Don't Think So!!

I'm posting this for Tammy who asked, as so many people have, if my girlies are twins:





As Different as Night and Day
by Sherry (Groovy) Grunder


Fran and Nan got into the van with Mamma and went to the store.

“They’re so cute!” gushed the cashier, “Are they twins?”

“Twins?” asked Mamma. “Oh my goodness, no!”

“But they’re just alike!” insisted the cashier. “They’re close to the same size and both have brown hair, sparkling eyes and mischievous smiles.”

“You’re mistaken!” Mamma replied, “They’re as different as night and day! Fran is six; Nan is four. Fran is slender; Nan is plump. Fran is pale; Nan is tanned. They’re most definitely not twins!”

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The next day Fran and Nan got into the van with Mamma. They drove to the playground.

“What precious little girls!” said a grammy nearby. “Are they twins?”

“Twins?” asked Mamma. “Certainly not!”

“But they’re just alike.” The grammy explained. “Both have freckles, both giggle most delightfully, and both run like the wind.”

“I’m afraid you’re confused!” Mamma replied, “They’re as different as peas and carrots! Fran loves to swing; Nan would rather slide. Fran skips; Nan gallops. Fran climbs the monkey bars; Nan keeps her feet firmly on the ground. They’re most assuredly NOT twins!”

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The following day Fran and Nan got in the van with Mamma. They cruised to the post office to mail a package.

“What adorable young ladies!” exclaimed the postman. “Are they twins?”

“Twins?” Mamma asked “Absolutely NOT!”

“But they’re so much alike!” continued the postman. “They both like to hum while they’re waiting, both have ballerina sneakers and both smile shyly at the other people in line.”

“You’re quite wrong!” Mamma said, “They’re as different as rain and sunshine! Fran is talkative; Nan is quiet and thoughtful. Fran is impatient; Nan could wait all day. Fran is very silly; Nan takes life seriously. They’re OBVIOUSLY NOT twins!”

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That evening, Fran and Nan got into the van with Mamma. They rode to Pizza Palace for lunch.

“What sweet little girls.” said the waitress. “Are they twins?”

“Twins? she gasped. “NO, they’re NOT twins!! Why does EVERYBODY think they’re twins?

“Well,” continued the waitress, timidly. “They are both so sweet and cute and precious and adorable...”

Mamma’s lips were pressed together. “You’re right,” she said. “Fran and Nan are sweet and cute and precious and adorable, but they are NOT twins! They’re as different as night and day! They’re as different as peas and carrots! They’re as different as sunshine and rain! THEY ARE MOST DEFINITELY, ASSUREDLY, AND OBVIOUSLY NOT TWINS!”

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“Mamma!” said Fran.

“Mamma?” said Nan.

Mamma looked at her two little girls.

Fran began, “Nan and I ARE as different as night and day.”

“We ARE as different as peas and carrots.” continued Nan.

“And we ARE as different as rain and sunshine!” they said together.

“But we’re both hungry, and we BOTH want pizza!” they shouted.

Mamma smiled. “It’s true that you’re not twins, but in many ways you ARE alike. Waitress? Pizza please!”

“What kind?” she asked.

“Pepperoni!” cried Fran

“Mushroom!” insisted Nan.

Mamma just laughed.