The Truth, According To Wuth...

I am truly surprised that it has taken me this long to blog about feet. If you know me even a little bit, you know that I just don't do feet. I don't want to look at them, I don't want to think about them and I definitely don't want them near me... especially my face. Sure, feet help us to maintain balance, support us and help us to move which is all great and wonderful but they are also, disgusting... Here is what I think of when it comes to feet: Men - hairy toes, long toenails, dirt under the nail, smelly, sweaty, callused. Most men shove their feet in a sock all day and then put that socked foot in a shoe where the temperature only gets warmer and the germs and bacteria marinate in sweat all day. For those men who wear shoes without socks, well, you're nasty. Even though technically you are still shoving your foot in an enclosed space all day, now your foot nastiness gets all over your shoes too, your foot slides around and then your shoes permanently sti...

Song of the Day I have always been a girl lady woman of many thoughts and lately, I have been thinking a lot about the feeling of disappointment. I always hear people say, "I am so disappointed. I guess I am just going to start having no expectations so I cant be disappointed anymore". Well, let's get serious for a moment shall we? It is common to have a set of standards that you hold the people in your life accountable for. Those standards vary from person to person depending on what they hold near and dear to their hearts. It could be traits such as being a good listener, dependable, honesty or having a sense of humor; it could be religious views, political views or ethical standards; or it could be manner, morals, values and knowing right from wrong. The bottom line is that there are thousands of different ways that someone can disappoint you. It could be someone close to you that you thought shared your same set of standards, someone you wish was close to you ...

This blog is for my friend Carrie who asked me today, "Where the hell has your blog been? I added it to my google homepage and every morning all I see is your sister's face because that's the last blog you posted! I love your sister but come on, it's time..." So, in efforts to inspire me to get back to writing this here sensational blog, she gave me the topic of Jagermeister to write about. Well, where do I start? One would think that this Wuth would love the Jagermeister being that it is 70 proof, German in origin, and the inventor's name was Curt (same as my dad) - but alas, this liqueur made with herbs, blossoms, roots and fruits tastes like thick spicy cough syrup that immediately makes me stupid. Sure, I remember the time in my life where getting wasted was the point of going out, not the result of having a good time. My friends would call me and say, "Jackie! What are you doing this Friday? You wanna get drunk?" We would get drunk and t...