All I want for Christmas is Combat Boots!

Ok, so I've been derelict in my blogging duties. Which isn't a terrible sin... but, since this is how I access everyone elses blogs.. I have been missing all of your posts too! Sorry about the tree picture Catherine, hopefully Scott didn't think you weren't keeping everyone informed.

Soooo... Matt finally told me what he wants for Christmas.. so I had to go shopping today.. Ugh! HOWEVER... while shopping I saw something that I've wanted ever since I was in High School. Dr. Marten's Combat Boots! Oh they looked so very cool and so very combatty! Yes, I did secretly want to be punk. But I knew dad would throw a fit if I got a mohawk or some other cool haircut, and he'd never buy me the boots. Come to think of it, maybe I should tell him what I wanted to do, but didn't for his sake.. it may score back some of the points I lost back then for all my bad choices... Hmmm... I'll have to think about that one... And yes, I know I'm 38 and combat boots don't look nearly as cool on a 38 year old as they do on a 17 year old. It may not be a look I can pull off anymore.. nevertheless I WANT THEM!

I need new shoes and I had Riley with me. I picked out a cute pair of Dr. Marten's Mary Janes, but kept drifting over to gaze at the boots. Finally I decided, what the heck I'll just try them on... oh... they felt just like I'd always dreamed they would feel... very cool. But I knew I should be practical and buy the shoes. Riley wasn't any help either. She thought they looked like Lara Croft boots and wanted me to get them too. In the end I went with the more practical choice.

When I got home I told Matt all about my dilemma to which he answered, "You're 38." Which in my mind meant, " You're too old for combat boots and you'd look like an idiot." As if anyone but me would know! It's not like I'd be tucking my pants into them! I gave him all my best arguments.. it's been an unfulfilled, life-long dream, if there were a natural disaster they could save his life. Seriously... picture it... natural disaster, mud, broken glass, sharp shards of metal (yes, Terminators COULD rule the world someday), broken concrete and re-bar everywhere. And there I'd be in my combat boots saving my family by carrying them one by one across the rugged terrain to safety. I could kick the crap out of any would-be looters or marauders... and just think... if I ever get that Desert Eagle .50 canon of a pistol... just think how utterly cool I would look. hehe. No one would mess with us.

So, sadly I still have no combat boots. But someday I will own a pair, even if I'm 70. Damn practicality anyway!

That SNL...

I've been giggling my butt off all day at a music video I saw on SNL recently. The next thing you know I'm on YouTube and Hulu looking up all sorts of hilarity. My day was oh so productive.. oh well. Sometimes you just need a good laugh. Andy Samberg cracks me up man.