Monday, August 11, 2008

Life is too short to. . .

Today Rachel and I saw an ad for Olga's kitchen. The slogan said "Life is short, Eat great Bread." That made us laugh. Rachel said, "Life is too short not to put a baby in their good clothes." It's so true---they out-grow them so rapidly, might as well let them get some use out of them. That reminded me of my favorite saying. "Life is too short not to wear comfortable shoes."

I can remember discovering the concept if not the slogan in Jr. High. I was only 5' tall and wanted to be like all of the other girls wearing high heels. I put them on, thought I was cool until an hour of standing on those heels and seeing myself walk in them----it was not a pretty sight. At that time I thought, "Who am I kidding----I'm short, I will never be tall no matter how high the heels are. Even 3" heels made me only 5'3"---not exactly statuesque. So, I decided that I would never wear heels more than 2" high---that's all that worked with my proportions.

Later, as a teacher on my feet all day, I wore Clark's, Birkenstock's and ultimately Merrell's. That's when I finally verbalized my slogan "Life is too short to wear uncomfortable shoes" or "Life is too short not to wear comfortable shoes."

I'd like to know how you would finish the sentence. Click the comment button and sign up anonymously. OK? "Life is too short to. . . . ."

2 comments:

Rebecca said...

Life is too short to... read your blog. SNAP! Just kidding! Life is too short to...cheer for KU!

hear.t. and hue said...

Life is too short ... to use work as an excuse. I think once a month, or once a week everyone should say "yes" to something FUN & "no" to work. (applies to stay-at-home moms, too!) :)

Between Two Worlds

Most of my life, I've considered it fortunate that I was just ahead of the Baby-boom. Generally, the Baby-boomers were born between 1946 and 1964 after the fathers returned from World War II. It was a huge population explosion that has reverberated through American society.

This blog will be part history, part memories, part reflections of a retired teacher, but active "Senior". I have always felt like I straddled two generations forming a bridge. Sometimes I think like a baby-boomer, but sometimes I'm locked into my parents' Depression era thinking. I'm a dichotomy of two eras. But, I'm always ready to try something new---so here I am dipping my toes in the water of Blogworld.