All My Shoes

This is a picture of all my shoes. Yes, these are all of the shoes that I own. I've been thinking about this for a while now. I own 11 pairs of shoes. That seems excessive. Sometimes I think about all the people in the world who don't have any shoes, or who only have one pair that don't even fit very well. Sometimes the sheer hedonistic lushness of my lifestyle makes me cringe in embarassment. I know I don't have a lot by US standards. I guess I live in poverty in a lot of ways. But compared to the people around the world who live in tiny one-room apartments in overcrowded buildings, or in garbage dumps, I'm living the life of Riley (whoever that is). So, my conundrum: Do I get rid of any of my shoes? And, if so, which ones are to go?
It would have to be some of the platform heels, because I almost never wear them. But which ones? The oldest or the newest? I struggle with the answer to these and other important questions on a pseudo-daily basis. I'm open to suggestions.

Turtle

A turtle in my yard. Cute, huh?

Bad rabbit picture

I finally got a picture of one of my yard-rabbits. I had to take it through the window and it's not so great. But maybe I'll get a better picture soon.

Again with the Waskally Wabbits

Again I must opine on the dastardly petunia-scarfing rabbits around here. I went out to water my flowers this afternoon, only to find MORE rabbit damage. I KNOW it's the rabbits. I see them lurking. I can almost feel their beady-eyed petunia-lust. The first photo is of a section of flowers that escaped the slaughter unscathed. Then come the vanquished. Note the rabbit-shaped teeth marks in the wilting leaves. Imagine the razor sharp incisors that produced the clear slice marks on the truncated stems. They didn't even leave the monkey grass alone! Gilligan is seriously slacking in his varmint-scaring duties. I should give him a treat :)

scary ferris wheel ride

There's a part of Chicago that is sort of on the water. Maybe it's called the riverwalk, I can't remember, but it has a big ferris wheel ride that lets you see pretty far. Ginger and I had to ride it and I was forced to try to overcome my fear of heights, but I didn't do a good job and I am terrified in this picture. It had started to rain and lightening and the little airborne cannister we were in rocked on its own in the wind. The stuff of nightmares for me.

Chicago Chinatown

One part of Chicago (well, we liked it all, really) that we all enjoyed was Chinatown. We walked there from our hotel and back and it was totally worth the hike. We ate donuts and just gawked, as tourists do, at all the pretty buildings and decorations.

Yeah, we're REALLY in Chicago

I had to throw these in to prove that we are really in Chicago (but right now I can't think why anybody would want to fake that).