Definition of "Flip Flops"

So, I had a spirited debate on the definition of "flip flops". The person was commenting on the following picture and said that these were "Greek Mythology Sandals"...(like he would even know Greek Mythology if it bit him in the ass...).

I did give him a mythology multi-question quiz and he passed half. I'm willing to bet he Googled it, but if he didn't...then he gets brownie points for getting it HALF right.

Anyway, since the furniture delivery people are going to be late, we'll settle this flip flop issue right now.  If you're reading this Wuss...listen up! The definition of flip flop is "A type of open shoe, often made of rubber, with a V-shaped strap that goes between the big toe and the toe next to it".  Note the the strap between the toes in the picture.  It's just a variation of the V strap, but it's a wide V. The other straps are decorative. And it still makes that damned flopping sound when you walk in them. I say these are a fancy version of flip flops.

The definition of sandal is "an open type of footwear consisting of a sole held to the wearer's foot by straps or thongs passing over the instep and around the ankle". BAM!!!  What you got to say about that Beyotch?  That would make the picture to the right..sandals! Note the straps going around the ankles and the straps around the instep?  The fact that I even know the definition of the two different shoes makes me horrified that I'll be totally lost in the girly realm of reality.

Oh, what was the Greek Mythology questions I asked you may wonder? Well it was "Who are Achilles parents? Who were the top two contenders and why did they bow out?

His parents were Peleus, King of Thessaly and Thetis, a sea nymph.  The Gods Poseidon and Zeus both wanted Thetis as his own, but a prophecy that Thetis would bear a son "greater than his father" scared them away.

And that concludes Dizzy's bitchy lesson on Flip Flops and Greek Mythology!

While waiting for the furniture peeps, I managed to abuse Vin Diesel for 62 minutes.  Didn't think I'd get back to an hour so soon on the StairMaster, but Justin Timberlake and his groove helped, plus I was irritated with the delivery people.

Behold Dizzy's new furniture...

So I ended up with a huge chaise, and as you can see, it is more than big enough for me and Beanie to snuggle up with a movie and popcorn!  I purchased that with her in mind.  Both the chaise and the chair on the right recline and the middle folds down for drinks and stuff. It's just right for that back wall and I can still open the French door.  The wall tat will go behind it and on that side wall by the door.  After over a year of looking, the living room furniture has been purchased! Whew...what a pain in my..well, nevermind.

Now I'm looking for a home for the Lazy Boy recliner and the sofa that my BFFs kindly let me use. In the grand scheme of things, I'm pretty blessed. I have friends to pick on, friends that have my back, a snug home.  And I'm checking things off my "To Do" list.

It started raining right after they brought in the furniture, but I have the windows wide open in my bedroom.  I so love the sound of the rain and the fresh smell it brings. I may even leave the windows open all night...my bed is warm enough. I'm used to leaving a window open in my bedroom during all seasons. I'd even crack it in Foresthill with the snow. But since I've been back in the city, I've been a little more wary.  I have a gun and I know how to use it, but I'm not trying to invite trouble either. I still want to be able to have my windows open and maybe even the screen on the french door in my bedroom during the summer months.  I love that time.  We'll see....

Now I need to pick up the paint for the doors, get a couple of people to bid on the yard clean up and get some people to bid on carpeting the bedroom. UGH! I'm whining a little. My BFF and I were talking and people don't understand that after making a shitload of decisions around this house...colors, textures, stucco, appliances, fixtures...you just want to scream over making more decisions and spending the last of your money. Only someone who's been through it really knows.  Everyone else thinks we're lucky assholes to be able to "make things the way we want them" not realizing that I'm constantly second-guessing my choices since I have the style of a exiled Russian trapped in Siberia. Does this go? Does that belong there? Should I have picked something else?  It's the one time (other than sex) where I really feel like a WOMAN! Yes, a woman who can't make up her fucking mind...I hate that!

I need to call my Boy and say hello.  He always grounds me when I start to get a little weirded out by life. Ok Peeps...I'm off to slide my freshly showered body into my nice crisp clean bedsheets and await Lionel Richie singing me awake at 3:15 in the morning for another throw-down with Vin. Bring it Bitches!!!