Sundays suck and I can't tell you why, basically because I don't know.

It’s Sunday, which means for me, the worstest day of the week.  After three days of out-patient therapy, after getting a new p-doc, and medications, after rebooting my system and getting my head back on straight, I still hate Sundays.

I can have amazing weeks, and amazing Saturdays, but Sunday rolls around and none of it matters.  Sundays are for laundry, and xanax. Which sounds like a wonderful combination.

It’s not.

Sundays always rock me to core.  Sundays are spent holding my breath and fighting back tears that threaten to come for no reason other than.. it’s Sunday.  Even with therarpy, medication and distractions, Sunday is 24 hours I can personally do without.

I’ve had more than a few therapist in my life, and have spent hours finding ways to cope with my life, my illness, and nobody can tell me why the 24 hours between Saturday and Monday are hell on Earth for me.

SO, just for giggles, let’s recap my week.

Monday my dealership made national news.  You would not believe the people out there who have left comments across the internet blaming US for the fact that four 2011 Camaros were stolen.  Blame the victim.

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, I spent in out-patient therapy after my latest breakdown and hospital visit.  I can’t and won’t go into my days there.  If you ask me what I learned, I’ll tell you three things.  1) I’m not the craziest person in the world, or even the most fucked up.  2) There are people out there who have bigger obstacles to overcome than me. 3) Stay on my medication.

Friday was back to work, and finally getting all my medication from the pharmacy.  At $166.00 a pop, (after insurance) I may have to give up food for my drugs and forget about my dream shoes altogether.  Doesn’t matter how hawt those shoes are if I’m too crazy to wear them anywhere.  They won’t let you have rockin stilettos in the nut house.  Oh the choices and sacrifices we make.

Yesterday I took the girls to a almost-nearby public pool.  Sure it’s about 30 miles away, but here is where we spent our afternoon yesterday, and will probably spend this afternoon there too.  Nothing like sun and a pool to chase away the Sunday yucks.

God willing my writing muse will return.  Just get through today, tomorrow back to work and it’s going to be a busy week which will help. 

 

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*

The blog post where I tell you where to go

No, not *that* way,  And absolutely *not* there,    I love you guys.

No, today, being Friday, and the start of the weekend, I’ve got two review posts that are up today.  And I’m super excited about them.

Buy-Her.com

First, is actually the second.   The first place I’m sending you is to Buy-Her to read my second review post over there. This review is about Kitty Kelley’s book Oprah, a Biography.  Go check it out.  The review I mean, then decide if you want to check out the book.

The second is truly the first.  The second review I’m sending you to, is my first review at my very own review site that I just started, Feeding my Addiction.   So go check out my first review of, what else? Stilettos.

Please, which ever one you read, or if you read both, leave a comment, and please tell your friends.   I am so excited to be working on both of these projects.    Thanks so much.  You’re awesome.