For my Croc-hating fan club

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Shoe princesses, I concede, you've won

Never did I think the day would come when I pull out a pair of heels and opt for them rather than a pair of flats and upon sliding my feet into them think "ah, that feels better."

So shoe princesses, I concede - you've been victorious in converting me to one of the shoe-crazed masses.

You know this is directed at you, Mexican Princess and you JJ, right? However, the day I have a shoe closet in my kitchen is the day that the masses have overthrown the queen. ;o)

West Coast Story - Act IV

So, at the ticket counter I finally get through the line and I notice this not half bad looking guy in front of me who is also trying to get somewhere. Anyways, the best they can do is to try the midnight flight to TO which arrived at 6 am and then an Airbus from 8-9 and I would be showered and in the office around 10:15. Okay, let's giver.

In the mean time, they give me a hotel room, some meal vouchers and tell me to go wait it out at the hotel. I get a shuttle out and check in where I begin making frantic phone calls to work colleagues to try and cover off my presentation and to the roommate to let her know to take out the garbage and feed the cats. I decide to sleep for an hour and a half and then pack up and head back to the airport. Through security and I get to the gate and it's PACKED! It's a flight of about 150 people (at least) and again, they're asking for volunteers to stay behind. It's at this point I know I'm screwed. But hey, not half bad looking guy is there too. Oh, and it looks like he's been in the airport all this time while I've been napping. That sucks.

Funny side story: no word of a lie, there were 4 brides getting on the plane with wedding dresses and no, it wasn't some on masse oil cult taking their women away so someone wouldn't swoop in to steal the bride, it was just WEIRD. A Thursday night, midnight flight to TO with 4 brides? WTF?

Sure enough, there are 9 of us who don't get on the flight. On my previous flight there were 5 who didn't get on. So, as a back up plan, when I tried to get on the TO flight, the AC counter gal booked me on a direct to Ottawa flight for Friday in case I didn't get on. I felt like it was my own personal Amazing Race. And sure enough, the not half bad looking guy got screwed as well.

So, back to the shuttle to the airport but the shuttle is waiting for a flight crew to come on board. They are with Horizon Air out of the states and they slowly trickly into the shuttle. We have a gay old time chatting about flying and my adventures and the one flight attendant actually comments that she thinks I'm hilarious and wishes I had been on her flight because I'm so easy going.

This is where I mention that I have not ONCE yelled, gotten irate, raised my voice, been nasty or huffy, and have said please and thank you with a smile on my face through the whole ordeal.

Why you ask?

Because it's not their fault. It's a company policy. And no matter what I do, I'm not getting on the flight and if anything, they'll do like they did with the one guy and call the airport police to give him a talking to for getting nasty with the gate staff. More flies with honey. But believe me, it will be a wrath to AC customer service when I feel up to it. Right now, just too glad to be home to be angry.

So, the hotel calls the shuttle to ask if he's still there and can he wait. I've now been waiting in the shuttle for an HOUR and it's around 1:15 am. And I'm still chipper and nice. Because really, where am I going to go. And I'm running on pure adrenaline now so what does it matter - I won't be sleeping at the hotel because I'll be too worried about work. The shuttle is just about to leave with the delayed flight crew (apparently they broke the plane and the pilot and co-pilot were trying to fix it but to no avail so there was going to be a whole flight of people going nowhere today!) when I see not half bad looking guy coming towards us. I say to the shuttle driver that if that's the guy we're looking for, we should wait for him because he's had a really crappy day. Sure enough it's him.

What's his story? He was at the airport for 10 hours, got bumped off of 4 flights and was trying to get to the ACDC concert in TO. 4 flights in 10 hours. That's 4 times through airport security - btw, I have getting my laptop, gels, jackets and carry on bags into the scanner down to a science. It's all good until my shoes set off the beeper thing.

So, back to the hotel for 2.5 hours of sleep (totally 12 now since Tuesday morning when I left Ottawa) and then hours of work to get everyone up to speed. I shower and head back to the airport where, hallelujah, I get on the plane. Oh, and did I mention that in my carry on I had my laptop, some brochures, an extra pair of shoes and a bunch of work supplies - not even a toothbrush or hair brush? It's all good. Apparently shampoo works just fine as stand in laundry soap.

I checked into the airport in Calgary at 3:45 yesterday and got home at 6:15 today. The presentation went off without a hitch and I've got a weekend to recover.

And life is pretty grand.

-end of Act IV

I love fall

I love fall. It's my favourite time of the year. Save for the fact that my birthday is right around the corner (hint hint) but I just love it. The smell in the air, the coolness of the days, the switch to fall/winter wardrobe but more importantly...

Discovering shoes you forgot you had.

I have had a shoe rack under my desk now for several years but today I looked under to see what was there and discovered a newer pair of shoes from the spring that I had forgotten all about. It's like I just treated myself without spending a penny!

I know...it's nice that such small things amuse my small brain so much. Nobody has ever said I wasn't hard to please nor high maintenance, right?

It's like Marge is in my head

And no, not Marge Simpson, Marge from Mimi and Marge - they make vegan handbags and jewellery. I got a new pair of earrings by them on the weekend because I had been secretly lusting after them for months since I first saw them so I made a special trip to Westboro for those and some new Mec quick dry T's.

Below are the Marge philosophies posted on their website. I swear, it's like she's in my head (on some days my head does contain one of if not all of these thoughts - except the rent and shoe thing. I can't fathom that - ever. Unless it was a sugar daddy's money - then I could do it).

• LAUGH EASY AND OFTEN
• BUY YOURSELF FLOWERS EVERY WEEK
• KEEP A SPARE PAIR OF HIGH HEELS IN THE CAR
• NEVER SHOP WHILE DRUNK
• SPEND MORE THAN RENT ON AT LEAST ONE PAIR OF SHOES
• DO NOT SLEEP WITH YOUR FRIENDS' BOYFRIEND/HUSBAND. EVER!
• WEAR MATCHING BRAS AND PANTIES
• TRADE YOUR RESPONSIBLE LOW MILEAGE CAR FOR A VINTAGE CAR
• YOU CAN NEVER HAVE TOO MANY PAIRS OF JEANS AND/OR SHOES
• OR HANDBAGS, OR COATS, OR SWEATERS, OR T-SHIRTS...
• OR EARRINGS, OR NECKLACES, OR RINGS, OR BRACELETS...
• KNOW CALL DISPLAY IS THE 8TH WONDER OF THE WORLD
• OPENLY ADMIT TO DOING THE "WALK OF SHAME" AT LEAST ONCE
• PUT QUARTERS IN OTHER PEOPLE'S METERS
• NEVER (AND WE MEAN EVER) FAKE AN ORGASM
• LOVE YOUR GIRLFRIENDS AS THEY LOVE YOU
• ALWAYS FIND A REASON FOR MORE JEWELRY

Take off that shirt that shows your manboobs and let's go for icecream

In true FBs style, we all gathered today for a fond going away lunch for our dear friend N. Given the table was made up of 8 women and poor KFo-tron, the conversation inevitably turned to rather random ramblings (how's that for alliteration?) . Here's a snipit of what was said. (Careful, some of it should be censored and you have been warned!)

-For some reason whenever I wear my Crocs, my feet seem to get dirty with those little circles that are on the Crocs.
-So you get Croc circles?

-So what do you wear when grocery shopping?
-Jeans.
-Jeans are for painting your friends' houses. Lululemon is for grocery shopping.

-But I don't have any shirts that go down to my bellybutton. I gave all those to JLo.

-If it has a gusset, it should not be worn out in public.
-Well what would you prefer? A gusset or camel toe?

-How are you supposed to dip the beef dip if you can't fit the beef in the dipping cup?

-Yeah, they're called Uggs because they're Ugggg-ly.

-And so I yelled down the ailse at the grocery store "oh my God, K, the BJs are on sale"

-After a year I still can't remember my phone number.
-Are you shacked up?
-Yeah, what's that got to do with it?
-Well, you aren't giving it out then so why would you need to learn it?

-At the end of the date I think I'm going to say "look, I'm just not that into you but I think you should date my friend L"

*to the sound of heels*
-Oh, that sounds like N coming.
-No, that's M. N was wearing flats today.

A-I want a better name than A on your blog.
Kfo-tron-Yeah, I wanna be Kfo-tron.
L-Kfo-tron? Not just Kfo?
Kfo-tron-Yeah, because that's what my name would be if I was a Transfomer.
A-Yeah, but he'd be an Autobot, not a Decepticon.

N-Yeah, my Macbook has a camera built in.
A-But how will you see us?
Kfo-tron-Mathbook? Did I just hear that N's going to be in a mathbook?

-So what do you call a hummer?
-A straight up BJ.

(forgot this classic little ditty)
-Pop a cap in your ass. (accompanied by faux shooting gesture)
-What does that mean?
-Shoot a gun. (again, accompanied by faux shooting gesture)
-Why?
L-Well, because when you shoot a gun and it recoils, the bullet casing gets popped off and falls to the ground and that's like the "cap" around the bullet.
-Yeah, but it's bust a cap in your ass.
L-Same thing
-What other gansta do you speak, L?
L-*exasperated tone* It's not my fault, I read a lot!!!

The collective sigh of relief by the wait staff upon us leaving was audible.

(If I've missed anything, my dear FBs and Kfo-Tron, please feel free to add it to the comments)

Shoe Porn

First and foremost, I can't take credit for the lovely PG title of my first post. It's a N-coined term that I stole from her this morning after she sent me a link to yet another shoe site that she's in love with.

I have to say, I never thought I would be a shoe person. I mean, there were always the fundamentals there to make a shoe-a-holic, I had just never tapped into them before. I have historically started every day with thinking about what I have to do and subsequently what shoes I will wear to maximize comfort and appropriate style for the activities. For example, if it's a day of errands, it's flip flops all the way (don't tell my chiropodist). If it's a day of few meetings and mostly at my desk, heels work. If it's a day of running around on campus, flats are the way to go. Then I get dressed from the feet up. So really, N & JJ's attempts to convert me these last few months weren't necessarily all that difficult.

Now, realistically, I don't think I'll ever get to the point of JJ's obsession - who might I add has a whole closet in her...wait for it....KITCHEN (!) dedicated to her shoes. However, I may just make a special place for my growing collection when redesigning my closet.