Archive for November 10th, 2008

• It’s Monday
• It’s gloomy outside, a precursor to the storm moving in this afternoon
• Playing the single parent role until tomorrow morning
• Tired
• To-do list long, even after slogging through it all day Sunday, which, last I checked, was supposed to be a day of rest
• House torn to shreds, thank you dear sons
• PMSing badly including, but not limited to, drinking frozen Cosmos and eating pickles and olives (last night–first person to mention pregnancy dies), bloating, and wanting to rip the effing head off of the first person to cross me
• Need to go grocery shopping
• Had to go buy A pants because he hit a growth spurt and we can’t find 2 different pairs of blue jeans (on the plus side, J was an angel while I was at Penneys, so I was able to get jeans and tops for me {HOLY MOLY, can we say SALE!!!} and use 2 $50 gift cards I’d had for awhile)
• Desperate reliance on caffeine
• J’s “whine” button seems to be stuck on “high”
• Wedding ring still broken and jeweler not open today
• Didn’t make it to yoga class today (serenity NOW!)
• Suffering silently through a pretty intense mid-life crisis

Yeah, I can pretty safely say that the universe can kiss my shiny white ass.

I’ve read a lot online about the love/hate relationship people have with Crocs. Kelley, of Magneto Bold Too, is about the most vocal I’ve seen. She has written many a post about her deep and undying hatred of these shoes.

I disagree.

I love these shoes.

Yes, they are about the ugliest things you can stick on your feet, but I’m over that. If you’ve read here for any length of time, you know that I’m all about comfort. And simplicity. And if my feet hurt, I’m a wicked bitch. I’ve had to stop wearing my Crocs Mammoth shoes (toasty, toasty warm), and my Beach as often as I’d like, simply because my feet doth protesteth. Not enough arch support. I thought it was simply Carpool Ankle. Made me sad. But Crocs came through for me, and now there are shoes I can wear that don’t hurt. And aren’t ugly as sin.

I bought the Celeste Canvas (in chocolate) when I was in Vegas this summer and my blisters had blisters and I could barely walk. I love these shoes. Comfy, cute, they go with everything. I was about to get another pair in black…when my very favorite shoes broke. The rivet holding on the straps snapped off, and because of the design of the shoe, I just couldn’t go and replace the rivet, like you can with the other models.

Hey! Crocs has a 90 day warrantee!!! And I was a week under it! Happy Day! I sent them back and they sent me a brand new pair. Took next to no time at all, though that may be because I live 15 minutes from their world hq/warehouse.

Wore them once…and a rivet broke again. But Crocs’ customer service is about the best I’ve seen in awhile, so I’m sending my shoes back in today…and they’re sending me a brand new pair of Juneau. No rivets to break. And, no, I don’t wear shoes with laces, only my workout shoes have laces…and they’re gathering dust (methinks I should start working out again). I stopped wearing shoes with laces when A was about 2; I needed shoes I could get on and off quickly to keep up with him.

My boys have worn through the tread on the bottoms of their Crocs; guess what they’re getting for Christmas? Neither one can tie shoes, and I don’t care. They both have enough other issues, they’ll learn to tie shoes before they get married.

So. Crocs also has other cute shoes. And this is where I’m talking to you, Kelley. YOU by Crocs is the company’s fancier line.

I like the Dangerous Diva, though I’m pretty sure the heels would kill me.

Ooh, the Nightcap is cute!

And I could use some ankle boots:

So I really have to disagree that Crocs are the ugliest shoes that have ever crossed the earth. Yeah, the clogs are pretty unattractive, but I still wish I had had them when I was pregnant. There are tons of Crocs shoes that aren’t ugly, and the company’s customer service is great.

So, Kelley, go ahead and order some of these. I’m pretty sure with the dollar as low as it is, with the exchange rate you could probably get the Dangerous Diva for fifty cents, free shipping, and a foot rub from the hottie of your choice. Just sayin’.