Yes, I’ve been gone for awhile. And what was important enough to bring me back? Crocs.
I’m rethinking my decision on Crocs. Like many trendy things, I scoffed at Crocs when they first became popular. According to Wikipedia, they’ve been around since 2002. My main issues with them were their style, I’m not a clog kind of girl (the only exception for wearing clogs should be, well, clogging) and I wasnt interested in wearing shoes made of plastic.
Years and years have gone by, and I’ve remained uninterested in Crocs. Until recently, when I started noticing that they were getting cuter. First came the Mary Jane style (which is still a little too clunky for my taste) and now they have some that dont even look like they are made of plastic.
Over the weekend, a friend of mine came over and slipped her new Crocs off. Out of curiosity, I asked if I could try them on. Having never had my feet in a pair, I felt it was wrong to hold that whole “plastic” thing against them. Even a size too big, they were super comfy. Squishy, but supportive. And, according to her, they claim to be odor resistant and she has yet to sweat in them, even in the past weeks heat. Not sweating in plasticy shoes? Impressive.
And so, maybe I’m okay with Crocs. I might even buy a pair. After spending some time on their website, I was most impressed with the pricing. $30 is the average price. That’s reasonable. (Unreasonable would be that a pair for AJ would cost the same!).
Here are some that have caught my eye… I’m most impressed by the sueded shoe (though it is the most expensive) and pleased that purple is a color option for many of these (though its a bright grape and probably wont match many of my purples). What do you think? Should I take the plunge and buy a pair?
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Well, it took me all day, but I just wanted to point out that I’ve been blogging for 5 years now. How crazy is that?
Work has been extra busy lately… but I had an extremely lazy (3-day) weekend to make up for it.
In other news:
- My big toe has stopped needing to be popped. Thank God.
- We had the worst luck when trying to watch So You Think You Can Dance last week. Of course, now that I’m no longer married to a cable guy, our DVR is having major issues and keeps rebooting. Uncool. (hm, I realize that statement may sound like I’m no longer married. Heh. Thats not true. But The Steve is no longer a cable guy). We got a good chunk of it watched, though. At least its just try outs.
- I thought I would be glad that Encounter was breaking for the summer, but I already miss it. Last week was crazy good.
- I’ve joined a planning committee, outside of my office, for a Tech Expo in the Fall. I’m part of the Food Committee. Go figure.
- I dont have a good way to end bullet points. That is all.
What do I have to do to get you to watch “So You Think You Can Dance?” this season? Cause I’ll do it. But really, there’s no reason not to watch. It’s GOOD reality TV. And now that regular shows are ending and summer is near, you totally have room in your schedule for a little dancing.
The premiere is tonight. Like American Idol, it’ll be a couple of weeks of try outs, so you get to see some awesome dancers and some horrible attempts at dancing. Highly enjoyable (and you’ve probably already seen this guy face-plant. ouch). Come on, thats good stuff! (but let me apologize for the judge Mary Murphy. I admit she’s a bit much. I give you permission to use your fast forward button).
Tune in tonight!
I had a most lovely weekend. Helped coordinate a lovely Karaoke party for some of my favorite people (which included a riveting rendition of Ice Ice Baby by yours truly), helped set up the Rooms of Hope room (which included a 3 hour tour of Durham in an attempt to find white bunk beds) and enjoyed being showered with love, gifts and good food for being a mom.
AJ (with the help of his dad) got me lovely tulips, a sweet card, a Mother’s Day appointment for a pedicure (and my toesies look mighty fine now), dinner waiting when I returned home, 3 different dessert options, and a special Mother’s Day Bagelday breakfast before church.
Saturday night we took my mom out to O’Charley’s for dinner and she gave me money for a pedicure (do my toes look that bad? 
). I’ll be saving that for a few weeks from now, nice to have one lined up.
All in all, it was a great weekend! Good busy, good food and good family. 
Hey its Mother’s Day weekend and I’m a mom!
Last year was kind of weird. We had AJ’s referral. So, I did, in fact, have a son. But I hardly qualified as a mom. And if I did, it was most certainly the easiest part of the gig. Torturous to have your son half a world away, but, uh, easy.
I can say now, I had NO IDEA what I was getting into. This mom biz? Its crazy. How can something so small be so life altering? And exhausting. And yet also the best thing ever. Its a bit of a paradox. I was certainly under prepared for the magnitude of motherhood. I mean, I’ve always liked kids and people often commented about how naturally motherly I was (which really just meant I was caring and responsible) so I kinda figured motherhood would be simple and easy and a natural progression of who I was. But it is not. It is probably almost the opposite of that. There are pieces that seem natural, but they are the things that have always come easy for me: love, care, hugs & kisses. There are also parts that I thought were strengths: patience, a bit of selflessness, time management skills, cleanliness; that have been majorly tested. Most days, I feel like I fail in one or all those areas. I certainly try, but I fail. More than ever before. Maybe even more this year than in my life combined.
Which makes the reward of motherhood all the more necessary. I’m amazed that I can sit, so tyerd and aching and wishing that I could just close my eyes forever so they would stop burning. And then he smiles. And My God, how can he do that to my heart?! How can my heart physically DO something caused by a tiny child’s smile? I want to kiss him all over because he’s just so good and right and perfect.
Aaaand then he dribbles milk out of his mouth and onto the floor and I am forced to disipline him and reminded that with those wonderful heart feelings comes an equal amount of suckage. You know, just in case there was a moment when I had forgotten.
To all the amazing moms I know… I apologize for anytime prior to my induction that I even thought your life was easy, not that big of a deal, or just like mine. I was wrong. I am inspired by each of you (especially on days when you look so put together!).
Let me be clear. I wouldnt change it for the world. Sure, I miss sleep, watching TV, and having, like, nothing to do… but it is well worth the trade. Almost a year in, and I’m finally feeling like I’ve found myself again. Motherhood took over for a bit, but the invasion has settled, I’ve accepted the role, and bit by bit, I’m able to add in the things about me that are most important (like, hair and makeup, surprisingly so). Priorities have certainly shifted, but, in the end, they should be for the better. And hopefully *I* will be better.
(Oh, and I baked TWO cakes this week! Now THATS Sabrina).
