I have this stupid commercial song stuck in my head, and seeing as there are only like 5 words in the entire song, it’s like I’m one of those wind-up monkeys that play the cymbals until the wind-up winds down, except my wind-up is stuck in the on position for ETERNITY!! Firstly, those women doing the twist because they get to wear diapers is false advertising! I ain’t never done the twist for that reason… like almost NEVER! Meanwhile, I’ll be over here rocking in the corner in shackles, mentally humming the Diaper Twist song if you need me.
Nextly, it’s been a sad week for hideously uglified shoes… my gun metal, see-me-walking-from-20-miles away Mary Jane shape-up shoes are toastified! I went to strap the strap on them the other night and the whole thing tore right off.
You can’t see it from this angle, but these have a sole shaped like a rocking horse the size of Montana. I mostly wore them to make the fashionistas in my life cringe in agony. :P (coughcough You are welcome, Madre and Lindser coughcough). I’ve mentioned in the past that these here rocking horse shoes are the only shoes that don’t make the balls of my feet scream when I wogercise. With normal-people shoes the ball of my foot grinds into the cement/asphalt, causing burning and firey feet for several days. Kind of like the friction that one would use to start a Scouting campfire… except with my feet and stuff. They’re not fixable, so I chucked the suckers in the garbage pail and am now entering the grieving stage of favorite shoe loss. To make me seem less crazy, I ONLY wore these to exercise… it’s not like I was walking around town trying to look like a fashionistas worst nightmare. (Okay, scratch that… I do that with my clothing choices). It seems they don’t make this particular shoe any more, so now the hard task of finding a shoe that is just as hideous that won’t cause the weird friction foot issue. Wish me luck!
Meanwhile… a friend and I took a walk on the River Trail one night last week. It was like 103 degrees in the shade on that particular night and I was wearing the shoes that make my feet feel like a fire ball. Needless to say, I was kind of cranky. So, we were walking along, me being all crankified when all of a sudden this little boy (I’d say 3 years old) grabbed my hand with this hugely muddy palm and started pulling me in the other direction wanting to show me something. I obliged, even though my inner OCD germ-a-phobe was freaking out at having his muddy hand in mine, and walked over to this mud pile with some twigs sticking out of it. Apparently, it was a castle… according to little muddy-hand boy. I complimented him on his mud plop and made a note to tell his mom to review the never take strangers by the hand rule. I could have been Willy Wonka’s psycho cuzzin, Pervert Wonka for all they knew! Despite the firey feet and the firey temperature and the muddy hands, I had a smile on my face for the rest of the walk. So, thank you small naive dirty person for reminding me to stop and view the mud piles.
Question of the Day: Are you loyal to a certain brand/type of shoe? If so, what kind?
Some of you met my meese friend, Leroy when I posted pics on FB… but for those who didn’t, we’re pretty much best buds. He says hi.