Carrie Bradshaw I'm not. But not from lack of shoes. (A wish list of sorts)

Hi.  Let me introduce myself.  I am Becky, also known as Ms Batman and this is my blog.  I know, you can’t tell it to look around this poor neglected place.  First there was the move.  Then the accident.  Then the Holiday.  Then life.  And well, here we are.

No matter how many wishes I make before blowing out candles, No matter how many times I wish on falling stars, no matter how much money I throw into wishing wells…. I never wake up and magically find I’ve turned into Carrie Bradshaw.  I can’t even be graced with her writing talent.  Or even half her shoe budget.

But on the day that it does happen (and I truly believe that someday it *will* happen) I am prepared.   At least for her shoe budget.  I do have myself a wish list.  (Santa?  Brian?  Hope you’re reading this.  *hint* *Hint*)

If you felt that tremor today, I am absolutely positive the Earth shifted on its axis today.   See, Brian’s mom and I went to my crack house today.  She threatened to drop me off at the Red Cross instead.  Silly woman, doesn’t she know I would naturally gravitate to DSW?  Clearly. Anyway, we went to DSW, and when we walked out of there, Brian had a pair of shoes.

And I didn’t.

The universe?

It’s no longer right.

I’m worried.

Oh, my lack of shoes is not from lack of falling in love.

Here… let me show you.

First, there were these beauties.

The fact is, sometimes it’s really hard to walk in a single woman’s shoes. That’s why we need really special ones now and then to make the walk a little more fun ~ Carrie Bradshaw

My Company Christmas Party is next Saturday night at one of the local casinos. (I know. How rockin’ awesome is that?!?)  And well, these shoes just SCREAM Christmas Party Holiday Fun!

Of course they are tacky.  Of course I would only ever wear them once. Ok, no, I would totally wear them more than once.  But damn these shoes are F-U-N.

And I walked out of the store leaving them behind.  (Don’t worry, I have a week to think about it. I can still pick them up the afternoon before the party)  I’m awesome like that.

If you want this awesomeness for yourself, and really why wouldn’t you?  You can get them here

The girls’ dad lives in a small country town, and lives on several acres.  For as long as I have known him and his brothers they have hunted deer every year.  It’s like a holiday with them, second only to Christmas.  Seriously.    I went hunting with him our first year together (Because I am an awesome girlfriend) and was bored out of my head, and cold, and tired, and cranky and we didn’t see any deer that morning.  (Gee, wonder why?)  I never went hunting with him again.

What the best dressed woman deer hunter is wearing

But… if I had owned these shoes?!?  I totally would have rocked that deer stand every. single. year.  I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if Sarah Palin had a pair of these.  I mean, look at them… they are awesome!  Now, I know, a lot of you don’t like Sarah Palin, but don’t let that stand between you and these amazing shoes.

The cool thing about these?  They even have boot tread on them. Rubber knobby souls, just like boots.  How cool is that????

Check it out: 

Yes. I love them.  Yes, I want them. Yes I would rock them with jeans.  Or a black pencil skirt, or nothing at all.

*ahem* moving on…

Everyone needs a little bondage in their life.

I have been Jonesing for a new pair of boots for a while now.  I have 2 pair of boots that I wear all. the. time.  One below the knee, one over the knee.  Both pair are flats.  If you know me at all, flats just aren’t me.  I know. Don’t ask me what I was thinking when I bought them.  I don’t know.  Recently, I’ve decided Mama needs a new pair of boots.

I am not sure the Two Lips Vantage Boot would go well with a skirt or a dress, but OMG they would totally rock a pair of jeans or leggings.  And mama?  Oh Mama likey.  A lot. Of course they are more fashionable than functional, but I’m all about looking good and less about staying warm.  But please god don’t tell my girls that.  I have stubbornly refused to buy them fashionable boots this year, forcing them instead to pick out functional boots that will keep their feet warm and dry on their walks to school.

The boots I have drooled over for longer than I care to admit.

These last boots, I first saw in a FingerHut catalog.  And I saw them in red. (Three words. To. Die. For.)  But I refuse to play the FingerHut game where you have to buy everything on ‘their’ credit at a 40% mark-up.  I looked up and down every single isle at DSW today looking for my beloved McKenzie boot, (at this point, color doesn’t matter. I want these boots) only to discover they did not have any in stock.  The other drawback?  DSW doesn’t offer them in red (in the store, Clearly. Or on line).

As I mentioned before, the universe is wrong, the world is tilted on its axis, because I walked out of DSW today without a pair of shoes for me.  But somehow Brian managed to get a pair of shoes.  And he wasn’t even there.

Dear Santa, (or Brian),

I have been mostly good this year.  I mean I got all my legal issues taken care of and put behind me.  I have found a rockin place to live.  I don’t fight with the girls’ dad any more.  I have a budget (that doesn’t cover the costs of these shoes. Clearly.  That’s why I’m begging asking  for them) so I will be able to pay all my bills on time. And the rent.  I’m on my medications.  Surely I deserve some of these shoes????

PS: You can click on the pictures and go directly to the sight and Buy them!!! *Hint hint*

Shoe Shopping with Teens. I need a sponsor. Nike I'm available.

I can't afford them, but I am not opposed to accepting samples. Size 8

Scooter needed new shoes this weekend.  He needed tennis shoes, that are actual uh, Tennis shoes.  Like Rafael Nadal would wear. (Not the ones in the picture, I just thought those were awesome and I would love a pair even though I would probably do noting more strenuous in them than shop for more shoes). See, Scoot plays tennis (for fun) with one of his friends two or three times a week.  So he needs shoes to play tennis in.  I get that.

So we all pile into the car and go to lunch (Yummy Mexican, with margaritas because I need sustenance to go shoe shopping with 4 kids, three of which are girls) and then off to the sporting goods store for Tennis tennis shoes.

Flip Flop season is almost over, and the girls need tennis shoes for gym, and they can’t be caught dead wearing last year’s shoes, because they are so last year. Clearly.  Newt got a new pair for her birthday (thanks to a 80% off sale at JC Penny earlier this month) and Tate is getting new shoes for cheerleading but she can only wear them to cheer.  She needed new gym shoes.

While Scooter and Brian are off looking at the Rafael Nadal look-alike shoes that I am oh so glad I wasn’t paying for because we wouldn’t get to eat for a week or more if I had paid for them, Tate and Newt start looking at their shoes.

I finally drag them away from the wall of the latest and greatest must have shoes and drag them kicking and screaming point them in the direction of the “SALE” table because clearly that’s the only language I understand in this store.

Lucky for me Tate was able to fall head over heals (no pun intended) in love with settle for a pair of Nikes that were on sale for $30, which would allow us to eat this week and most of next.

Newt on the other hand had found her heart’s desire in a pair of Nikes with a glorious price tag of $168.  Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my girls, but they have never in their life been $168-for-a-pair-of-shoes active in any kind of sport.  Granted they were pretty awesome and amazing looking and I’m willing to bet they felt like a dream on your feet and not at all like my stilettos.  But $168 for a pair of shoes?  Really Nike?

So, to all you Nike PR people out there who might happen to read my blog, when you come out with a pair of $20 shoes made specifically for laying around the house doing nothing more physically exerting than looking awesome and training to be a diva, I’ve got your spokes person right here.  (She wears a size 5. Just saying)