I like shoes. Not in an obsessive, hoarding way (that’s purses, so keep ‘em straight). I just appreciate a good, pretty, comfortable pair of shoes. So much that I usually wear them until they are falling apart and I end up wishing I had bought two.

FACT: My favorite pair of tennis shoes (that I still own and wear regularly) was purchased when I was in 10th grade. Yes, that means they are 10 years old.

Even though I love shoes, I often make bad shoe choices. Like my bad food choices. I pick out things that look good and I end up paying for it a few hours later.

About a month ago, I spent a day shopping with my mom. I don’t even remember the shoes I wore that day, but I do know one thing — they hurt. My feet were screaming by the time we made it to our 4th stop, which just happened to be TJ Maxx. After I had wandered through every aisle of their housewares section, answered phone calls from my mom (who was in the dressing room), and become bored beyond all reason (I hate shopping in stores unless I am looking for something specific — but YES, I am a woman), I found myself in the shoes. And before I knew what happened, I had a shoebox in my hand a new sandal on my foot.

And it was glorious.

It felt like a massage and walking on air all at once.

And the best part? FIFTEEN DOLLARS.

Sold!

The only thing is, I don’t know what my shoe is. I mean, I don’t know its name. It’s a Columbia sandal, but I’m pretty sure they don’t make it anymore and there’s not one in their current line that’s exactly like it.

It looks like a cross between the Gretta™ II and the Kambi™. The body of Gretta II (without the icky flowers) with the little between the toe strap of the Kambi.

Flowers? Yuck.

Toe strap. Keeps my foot from sliding all the way through and the inevitable tripping scene that would follow (trust me).

So I don’t know what I’m wearing, but I love it. It’s all that I wear now. With shorts, with jeans, with skirts, and you can just almost get away with dressing it up…but it’s tricky. And I will wear it until all the support is gone for my one foot that still has an arch. (Long story. I’ll share sometime. Suffice to say I have got a whacked out right foot with a fallen arch, that is also 1 inch longer than my left.)

Columbia doesn’t know me. I mean nothing to them. And that kinda hurts, but I’m okay. Alls I know is that they make warm jackets that have kept me safe and cozy whenever I left mine at home over a spring break trip to New Mexico and ended up snowed in under 3 feet of snow. So, yes, Columbia, I kinda owe you my life.

To tell Bush and Obama apart, despite what people are saying.

See if you can tell them apart!

I ended up 15-2. What can I say? I’m good.

h/t The Anchoress

These are part of a low-carb diet, right? Because they look absolutely scrumptious.

Longies, by Green Way Babywear

I have no need for this, but I think it is one of the cutest pregnancy shirts I’ve seen. So I thought I’d share it with those of you who might have some use for it! Most pregnancy shirts that I see on celebrities annoy me (e.g. Britney Spears), but this one…this one is just perfect. By disco belly™.

So many different things lead people to this blog. Whether it’s the various links from other bloggers, Thursday Thirteen, or deciding who you’re going to vote for in the 2007 Okie Blog Awards (nominated for Best Writing Blog!), I’m glad that each of you stop by. But by far, the most interesting thing about having this blog is seeing what keyword searches lead people here. Let me tell you, I get some doozies.

university of oklahoma panties — Okay, this one is pretty easy to explain. For the 2004 OU/texas game, Heather and I made festive panties. They’ve been a hit here on the internet.

do not date them — This could mean a lot of things, but if you need the names of these guys I can definitely supply you with a list of downright scoundrels.

ou scarlet pimpernel — Yes! The Scarlet Pimpernel is going to be at the University of Oklahoma next month and I am terribly excited. I will be there and you should be, too. “Don’t be afraid, it’s only love!”

Of course, I saved the best (weirdest) for (nearly) last.

“bad cough body aches slight fever slept with cat what do i have?“

You poor, poor dear. I have no idea what you’ve got (nor how your search led you here, because I have never slept with a cat. I hope to do that someday, but since my dad is still my landlord, there will be no cats in this house for a long, long time.), but I’d suggest that you get yourself to a doctor.

The latest search to bring someone here was “shanice i cant imagine music codes.” While I don’t have any music codes around here and I’m not familiar with that song, there was one song of Shanice’s that I LOVED back in 1995. Oh yes my friends.

And while we’re at it, here’s the deleted scene that featured the song (with a singing Mel Gibson!) from Disney’s Pocahontas.