Vixen Chronicles

This past week, I challenged myself to not slip into any pair of jeans. Instead, I was going to explore the side of my closet that holds all the dresses and skirts. As it turns out, I have a lot, and I only seem to wear them to church or when I am going out to somewhere other than work. Since I keep telling myself that if I haven’t worn it in a year it has to go, it makes no sense to have a bunch of things that are about to turn into closet-pumpkins. Rather than throw them out, I’d decided to attempt to wear them, and hence reset their termination clock. While contemplating what shoes went with my skirt, for some reason, I remembered my fourth grade teacher. She ‘d worn dresses every day, or at least, a sort of dress. I can’t remember her name at all, or the details of her face, but what I do remember is that she’d worn a saree every day of the school year. Her sarees were beautiful. And flowy. They were flowy and flowery in the winter, when other people were wrapped ...

I am on the hunt for flat shoes that don't make me cry.  I haven't had any that don't hurt my feet in years.  Even sneakers hurt if I wear them too long.  Either my arch starts to ache, or they hurt around my foot where my toes connect.  I know I am the Empress of the stiletto heel, but I'd like a pair of shoes that I can slip on to walk the dog that don't look like I've had foot surgery, or I can put on to drive that so I won't ruin my heels. The other requirement is that they can't make me feel as if I have flippers.  Too often I feel less confident in flats because they feel as if my feet are flipping along in front of me. I found a pair of simple looking ballet type slippers on sale at gilt.com, but my foot started to scream before they were even in there good, so those suckers are going back. I came across Tieks.  (www.tieks.com).  I'm not an Oprah watcher, so I had no idea they were one of Oprah's favorite things.  They come in tons of ...

The Texas/Oklahoma leg of the Femme Tour was fabulous, of course. We broke in Berta by meeting her at the door with a new Femmetini. Reshonda got to watch Hell Date to her heart's content and carmen is now hooked on it too. Things I learned: One of us knows her way around a bar. Like for real. She can make a delicious tasting drink with whatever you happen to have in your refrigerator. No names. But I think its one of her weapons. Another one of us can really drink anything. Again, no names, but she's new. One of us can't drink at all. Its just not a good idea to let her imbibe then attempt steps. Another one will steal your Tums. The girl asked me for one and then took the whole bottle and put it in her bag. I'm told that the girls ate them as after dinner mints in Oklahoma. One of us REALLY can't eat fast food. The rest of the people in the car regretted that stop at Wendy's between Killeen and San Antonio for the WHOLE trip. The highlight for me i...

So I'm a techno-geek. I like gadgets almost as much as I like shoes. Almost. When I saw the MacWorld address and first glimpsed an Iphone, like everyone else, I got a little excited but I thought that was it. But I found out what stuff I was made of yesterday. I knew I would get an I-phone, but didn't know the jones for it would hit me like a addict fiending for a hit. I got up yesterday, and decided I needed to bypass the multiple coffee machines in my house and go to Starbucks. Imagine my surprise when my car drove itself right past Starbucks and ended up cruising my local AT & T store. I needed to know if there was a line. Had people camped out? They hadn't. Relief. I went back home and my family was still asleep, so I proceeded to go about my day. I worked. Ran errands. Peeked at that AT & T store again. uh-oh. There was a small line now. We went to dinner. I found myself rushing them. Feeding my pre-teen with a spoon like her peas were pablum. I...

I can see clearly now. The rain is gone. No, really. After raining here for almost three weeks, it's finally stopped. I know we needed the water, but dang. And yes, I know I took a week off in the Floroida Sunshine, but I came right back to rain. It's serious when it rains here. It's either feast or famine. No rain, or massive flooding. Cars wash away. People can't drive. Lots of accidents, like an eastern snow storm. Night before last, I was worried that I was washing away. I cursed myself for not putting that rowboat in my backyard like I'd planned. About midnight, I was trying to catch up on my TIVO, when The wind picked up. It howled and slammed against the Hill Country like an angry 1960's parent with an orphaned hot wheels track. I watched while my picture window bowed and contemplated if I was about to die by window. A flower arrangement flew through the air and became a missile. My barbeque grill relocated itself to the front yard from ...

Where have I been? Resting, traveling and just having fun. I just finished my next book, visited New York for some fun and am anxiously awaiting spring. Watch my video blog to get the full scoop! Check out the stills at the end for the pixs. video podcast or on iTunes. Hit me up at www.ninafoxx.com The View from Our room that gave my buddy vertigo. Some of the spring Bootie. Okay, I fell waaay off the wagon, but at least it was over a period of three months.

The Girl Scout Pledge says that Girl Scouts are supposed to be honest and loyal and trustworthy and all kind of stuff, but truth is, they are evil, evil creatures spreading obesity worldwhile with the potions they so harmlessly call cookies. I said it, Girl Scout cookies are evil. My daughter is a Brownie and she loves doing Brownie things. After last year, I swore she wouldn't sell cookies again. Sigh. What's that you say? Never say never? The Troop Leader mom says, Oh if you sold just a few, then she could feel like she was participating in the fund raising. My daughter gave me that long face. She did't want to be the only one without a patch. Guilt is a mother------. It would be one thing if she were truly selling them, but you know they don't especially the younger kids. They can't go door ro door, and did you hear about the Brownies that got jacked for their cookies and the cookie money outside a supermarket? What kind of mother would I be if I let her...

Merry Christmas! Feliz Cumpleanos, Habari Gani, ya know! Trying something new this time. Check out The Vixen Chronicles Podcast here http://web.mac.com/ninafoxx/iWeb/Site/Podcast/Podcast.html . Click Listen. It will take you to another page to hear my attempt at podcasting. I welcome your feedback. I was playing with the toys that Santa sent me.