100!

That's right folks. we are at 100 posts. If you have read all of them, you deserve a medal or knighthood or something. Perhaps I will have a Yellow Shoes Knighting ceremony. Me and the queen are no longer on speaking terms so it's not like she would help me. Even though the only people to have read any/all of these are most likely related to me, it's still nice to have been read - and it's still fun to write.

I tried to think up something momentous and awesome to celebrate this fine day but my brain is a bit snoozy. Also distracted. Today I had to go to the mall which was an endeavour. It really shouldn't have been, however I only have an hour and I had a lot to do and a hurt ankle so the fast-walking I usually do was uncomfortable.

In the mall, I was mildly amused/upset at the sight of American Apparel. This is not a store I ever shop at mostly because I have no money and also because I don't think I have ever even been in their store. But ni their window displayed as what I can only hope are Halloween costumes (you can never be sure with the hipsters everywhere) was the outfits of the girls of Sailor Moon.

Sailor Moon, one of my favourite TV shows in the 90s, reborn in what can be assumed is a very expensive form of sketchy things. The people who shop there are probably too young to know who they are. Which will make it really annoying. I hardly remember the show... which makes me really sad. I would try to find it on the internet however I believe the Canadian version was edited a lot and I have no interest in the non-edited one as I heard it was inappropriate.

So, other than that I found what I went for: A Green Blazer for my Riddler costume. This is a really boring post for the 100th. Oh you know what! IDEA! I am going to take this exciting day to announce my little plan!

Now, as you know if you are a knighted reader, Luis is my attack squirrel if you are new and are thinking I am crazy, you are probably right wrong! Please read this post first and then come back.

You back/Aware of Luis? Good.

Now, for part of Luis rehabilitation program I have told him he needs to help society. How will an attack squirrel help society you ask? Well, other than acting as my menacing body-guard, Luis will be starting is own advice column. Send your questions to askluis@yellowshoesnithecity.com about anything life, love, appropriate quantity of food to store in your tree, you know the basics, and Luis will answer you soon. Also, don't worry about identity, it will be all kept secret. (I am having problems setting up Luis' email so give me a few hours before you send anything).

Alright? So, Happy 100th people! Thanks for reading! Here is to 100 more!

[caption id="attachment_193" align="alignnone" width="2592"] Who doesn't trust the advice of an angry squirrel dressed like Sailor Moon? Email askluis@yellowshoesinthecity.com with your questions![/caption]

#50!

This is my 50th post. Also, I have had almost 500 page views. Which I don't think is accurate because I think a lot aren't real and just from fake sites. But still 50 posts of craziness and excessive punctuation!!!

I don't know what people make sure a big deal about, I am turning 50 and I am fine. Okay, so maybe I myself am not 50, but my blog aged really fast so it almost counts for something. No? No I know, sorry.

It is almost my real birthday though!  I am really not big on celebrating my birthday. Not because I am afraid of aging, although the older I get the more that fear starts to grow. But because I simply don't see the big deal in celebrating my birthday with a big party of people I only kind of want to see.

If I could have my ideal birthday: I would sit all day, with a tub of ice cream and a box of pizza, playing video games probably with Crystal or Dave, wearing my sweatpants.  People expect that because I am in my twenties I will want to go out partying, drinking, and dancing, and woo-hooing all over town.

I am afraid not my stereotype-loving friends. I hate going out. I haven't even really done it very many times but I am too socially awkward to handle the outside world. I first of all have panic attacks about not owning anything appropriate to wear outside my house. I pretty much have the style of the fat kid in middle school. Then I have panic attacks walking into where ever it is I am supposed to go if I am alone. And then if your at a club or something, people expect you to dance. The only dancing I should be allowed to do is Hey Ya on Just Dance 3. Other then that, its like watching a chicken being electrocuted, but worse.

If there is no music or loud movies involved, it might be worse because then I am capable of talking. Then gems such as "I wonder what goats dream about" and "Has anyone here ever tasted glue?" and then I lose all my friends because they think I eat glue. I really need to work on adding context to the story before I say things. Such as, "I was watching the show my strange addiction and..." etc. I will never learn.

I am doomed to be socially awkward and banished to the Internet forever. Its okay though, because the Internet doesn't know if I am wearing sweatpants of not, and I bet they don't care. Although right now I promise I am not because I am not at home.

Anyways, if you are brave enough to have read all 50 posts you deserve some kind of medal. If your one of those poor souls who are related to me and are stuck reading this to appease my self-esteem, you deserve some Swoodles and a less crazy daughter/sister/cousin/granddaughter. Sorry for being embarrassing family members!




I think the true fear of people getting older is just the increased risk of so many candles  resulting in a freak birthday cake accident burning down your house. Thats only 25 candles, imagine the flames of 50!



#50!

This is my 50th post. Also, I have had almost 500 page views. Which I don't think is accurate because I think a lot aren't real and just from fake sites. But still 50 posts of craziness and excessive punctuation!!!

I don't know what people make sure a big deal about, I am turning 50 and I am fine. Okay, so maybe I myself am not 50, but my blog aged really fast so it almost counts for something. No? No I know, sorry.

It is almost my real birthday though!  I am really not big on celebrating my birthday. Not because I am afraid of aging, although the older I get the more that fear starts to grow. But because I simply don't see the big deal in celebrating my birthday with a big party of people I only kind of want to see.

If I could have my ideal birthday: I would sit all day, with a tub of ice cream and a box of pizza, playing video games probably with Crystal or Dave, wearing my sweatpants.  People expect that because I am in my twenties I will want to go out partying, drinking, and dancing, and woo-hooing all over town.

I am afraid not my stereotype-loving friends. I hate going out. I haven't even really done it very many times but I am too socially awkward to handle the outside world. I first of all have panic attacks about not owning anything appropriate to wear outside my house. I pretty much have the style of the fat kid in middle school. Then I have panic attacks walking into where ever it is I am supposed to go if I am alone. And then if your at a club or something, people expect you to dance. The only dancing I should be allowed to do is Hey Ya on Just Dance 3. Other then that, its like watching a chicken being electrocuted, but worse.

If there is no music or loud movies involved, it might be worse because then I am capable of talking. Then gems such as "I wonder what goats dream about" and "Has anyone here ever tasted glue?" and then I lose all my friends because they think I eat glue. I really need to work on adding context to the story before I say things. Such as, "I was watching the show my strange addiction and..." etc. I will never learn.

I am doomed to be socially awkward and banished to the Internet forever. Its okay though, because the Internet doesn't know if I am wearing sweatpants of not, and I bet they don't care. Although right now I promise I am not because I am not at home.

Anyways, if you are brave enough to have read all 50 posts you deserve some kind of medal. If your one of those poor souls who are related to me and are stuck reading this to appease my self-esteem, you deserve some Swoodles and a less crazy daughter/sister/cousin/granddaughter. Sorry for being embarrassing family members!




I think the true fear of people getting older is just the increased risk of so many candles
 resulting in a freak birthday cake accident burning down your house.
Thats only 25 candles, imagine the flames of 50!