Christening of the Kicks
Well, I've taken my new shoes out for a walk a few times and they've been christened well.
This weekend, walking with the husband, stepped in some poop. That's when I realized just how "grippy" and "groovy" the bottoms of my sneaks are. Said husband found me a branch to scrap it out. I love that guy.
The other night it was drizzling out but I thought, "It won't get that bad", and absent mindedly left my hood at home. But took Mike's iPod. I strolled alone to Ben Folds with the Western Australian Symphony Orchestra and some DMB Live Trax. Somewhere between the transition of albums the heavens opened up. I was about a 15 minute fast walk from home (all hills around these parts) so I turned some of the hills into runs, fearing for the life of the electronics I was carrying. I made it home, resembling something that had escaped the sewer, but could not manage to turn the iPod off. Mike was in class. I almost gave Heather a call but had already interrupted her birthday dinner once to wish her a happy birthday so I just plugged the sucker into the docking station and left it. Oh, the life of a girl and borrowed electronics.
And here I'm left, all the things I need to get done for work a little over-whelming. Sleep alluding me more often than not these days. And, aside from my constant desire for a nap, oh so happy.
This weekend, walking with the husband, stepped in some poop. That's when I realized just how "grippy" and "groovy" the bottoms of my sneaks are. Said husband found me a branch to scrap it out. I love that guy.
The other night it was drizzling out but I thought, "It won't get that bad", and absent mindedly left my hood at home. But took Mike's iPod. I strolled alone to Ben Folds with the Western Australian Symphony Orchestra and some DMB Live Trax. Somewhere between the transition of albums the heavens opened up. I was about a 15 minute fast walk from home (all hills around these parts) so I turned some of the hills into runs, fearing for the life of the electronics I was carrying. I made it home, resembling something that had escaped the sewer, but could not manage to turn the iPod off. Mike was in class. I almost gave Heather a call but had already interrupted her birthday dinner once to wish her a happy birthday so I just plugged the sucker into the docking station and left it. Oh, the life of a girl and borrowed electronics.
And here I'm left, all the things I need to get done for work a little over-whelming. Sleep alluding me more often than not these days. And, aside from my constant desire for a nap, oh so happy.