Are ya ready boots?...........

You keep sayin' you've got somethin' for me
Somethin' you call blog but confess
You've been a'bloggin where you shouldn't 've been a'bloggin'
And now someone else is getting all your mess....

Shoe fly don't bother me.  Walk a mile in my shoes. You have big shoes to fill.

"One shoe can change your life."  Cinderella

Me and Al Bundy usedta work at a shoe store. True.  William's owned by the Gilliams!

"Momma always said there's an awful lot you could tell about a person by their shoes. Where they're going, where they've been."  Forrest Gump

I don't really have any stories like Al Bundy, but since he's mentioned up there, why not one from the show.  Before anyone gets blister, corn, bunion or fungus mad at me, please know, I've done been heavy duty too! Uh huh, my belly dunlapped over my belt, and/or, that, I ain't no misogynist (it coulda been a man Al tried to fit).. anyways, we gotta include Al's shoe quote:

"I've had a rotten day.  A fat woman came in the store today and said she was a size five.  I shoved her hoof into a shoe, my thumb got stuck in back of the shoe. She panicked, reared up, and galloped around the store, dragging me on the floor behind her. Thank God a stick of butter popped out of her purse, so i was able to grease my way out of there."   Al Bundy

Liberty High School, circa 2022. High School basketball, Bluejays versus NKC Hornets.  The only reason NKC was in reach of Liberty, was, the obvious best player on the floor, NKC dude mebbe 6'7" or so. Had to have close to 20 points in the first half.  Mid 3rd quarter, as he drove to the basket - he had a 'flat tire', ie, his shoe 'blew out', mebbe three toes were sticking out of the hole.  NKC coach peered to the end of the bench, hollered, "ANDY, GET UP HERE."  A young ginger kid jumped up nervously.   Looked like he'd never been in a game before, so, he approached the coach in a millisec, not wanting the coach to think he couldn't handle being a replacement for the obvious best player on the floor.  He stood intently, staring confidently right up to coach's mug, awaiting coach's critical instructions:  "GIMME YOUR RIGHT SHOE ANDY."

September 14, 1963 (or thereabouts).  Franklin Elementary School, Liberty, MO. Eleven year old Stanley Savage (5th grade) forgot his gym shoes that day. Doesn't/didn't matter.  Stocking feet, he won the 600 yard dash, against all of us.

"Cowboy Boots Grandma." Circa 1980-something, Christmas.  A 7 year old's urge, want, equaling that of, say, Ralphie's urge/want for "I want a Red Ryder Carbine-action 200 shot Ranger Model Air Rifle".. .said 7 year old wanted, begged, reminded, again and again, "Cowboy boots Grandma, Cowboy boots, PLEASE!??"  This started in September.  Granny had 4 months to find 'em.  Grandparents get what grandkids want.............. continued.

Came the day.  7 year old grandson saw the rectangular "It's gotta be my Cowboy Boots" box under the tree.  But first, Christmas dinner. After sliding the green beans over by the mashed potatoes to make it look like he'd eaten most, the 7 year old was ready to race to the tree, unwrap his Cowboy Boots.  Mark, set, go (finally) happened. YAY! He was right! (Enter big smile here.)  "Granny, can you help me put 'em on?" he asked, excitedly... she tried. She pushed.  She shoved. She borrowed grandpa to see if he could help.  He pushed, he shoved. Finally, finally, right foot in Cowboy boot.  Same amount of time, finally, left foot in Cowboy Boot.  You could not wipe the smile offa 7 year old face.

"Hurt Grandma, hurt." Grandma heard him, but assumed it was due to them being new, and they simply needed breaking in.  "Hurt Grandma, hurt."  And again, "Hurt Grandma, hurt" accompanied by, when he walked, a stiff legged gait, as in yeooouuuchh..  Once the dinner table was cleared, the dishes washed, put away, she again heard, "Hurt Grandma, hurt."  It'd been an hour or so. 7 year old still smiling, but, obvious consternation over the boots hurting his feet.  Finally, she centered her attention on him.. Sat down on the floor beside him... with all her might, she finally plopped the right boot off.  Right there in the toe.... all of the paper stuffing that comes in new boots.  And the other boot, same thing.  Poor kid. Got his wish, "By gosh I'm gonna wear these no matter what!" And did. Cushion paper taken out, life was again good.

3,000 pairs, in case you wanted to know, that's how many Imelda Marcos had. 

  

Time to lace this blog up, tie a bow to it. I'm truly a simpleton. Today's insomnia even 'worser' than yesterdays.  As in, 1:50am the coffee was brewing. (Work today, I'll regret this/that.)  Anyways, the intent of today's blog.. in writing, in life, in text messages, conversation, non verbal action, I find oft times it's difficult to see the intent, purpose, from one's shoes.  That's how this started, sorry, kinda sorta. My shoes, feet, led me off the track. Sorry.  Just shoe't me.

I Nike your shoes.  People say the darndest things, like All Day I Dream About Sex. (Adidas). Phoggy guy in Lawrence says, about Adidas, "Don't ask, don't tell."... "Competitor of Nike (crossword clue, 4 letters"... ) Avia.

Life's a croc, right kennethcole? LL Bean.  Sorel.  Eddie Bauer. Skechers.  Underarmour.  Oft times, as we age, we're forced to deal with newbalance, or not.

Victor?  Yes?  Shue.

One more?  If you must.

Polydactly. Band camp, circa 1974 or so, Halloween, Sigma Nu House, William Jewell College. Haunted House. We did that, for charity.  Dressed in crazy outfits, skeered the little kids (nicely) as they traversed thru our old, squeeky floor, many room house.  My fav. We had a guy, wonderful guy, that so happened to be born with 12 toes. Polydactly i think they call it.  Anyways, 2nd floor. Room was dark, very.  Except for our buddy.  He was holding a sign "Count the toes."  A light would then focus on his bare feet, the kids would count, THEN RUN!

Shue'ing now.

Converse as you like........

Love, Victurd