tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post5282793626694042114..comments2023-09-11T08:33:57.537-05:00Comments on Message in a Bloggle: the Art of Being Broken: Improper Poll: Shoe In Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02141883867104777688noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-13643709490623214152013-10-24T07:10:36.199-05:002013-10-24T07:10:36.199-05:00Cutest pair of $100 high heels. Worn once...in awf...Cutest pair of $100 high heels. Worn once...in awful pain and suffering. Your slice of life writing sparks my brain and makes me laugh out loud. You have such a way with words. Rock those black high tops, sister.Linda O'Connellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15982895073903619018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-4788409359774361062013-10-23T06:57:50.883-05:002013-10-23T06:57:50.883-05:00At this point in my life, all I want is a comforta...At this point in my life, all I want is a comfortable shoe. But that brings a question. Why are all the comfy shoes so enormous?<br /><br />Pat<br />Critter AlleyPat Wahlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01138619912065680084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-44867061851199553822013-10-22T19:43:54.141-05:002013-10-22T19:43:54.141-05:00I appreciate that, Lisa. Except...I'm sorry, b...I appreciate that, Lisa. Except...I'm sorry, but I think you're being a little hard on overcooked broccoli. Tammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02141883867104777688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-30031398716456544962013-10-22T19:39:27.294-05:002013-10-22T19:39:27.294-05:00Thanks, Lynn, and I haven't purchased cruel sh...Thanks, Lynn, and I haven't purchased cruel shoes in ages, either. Maybe because I used to wear nothing but....Tammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02141883867104777688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-57137616154135818612013-10-22T19:38:03.939-05:002013-10-22T19:38:03.939-05:00In other words, you both literally and figurativel...In other words, you both literally and figuratively keep them in the closet? I dream of the day we can all shed our shame, throw open the doors and march our unfashionable shoes with pride.Tammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02141883867104777688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-40299207941046071342013-10-22T19:17:44.586-05:002013-10-22T19:17:44.586-05:00Thanks, Kay, and it sounds like Mac and Nanny were...Thanks, Kay, and it sounds like Mac and Nanny were lucky to have you - boots and all (they sound cute, by the way. I meant the boots, but really your grandparents, too)!Tammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02141883867104777688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-32706328575502721332013-10-22T19:12:10.713-05:002013-10-22T19:12:10.713-05:00Thanks, Sioux! I've seen your daughter. Since...Thanks, Sioux! I've seen your daughter. Since she looks more like Miss America than a comfort food character, she wouldn't yet understand the lure of wearing dog-chewed Crocs. By the way, I once went Croc-shopping with a friend who feels the same way you do. It was quite an en experience!Tammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02141883867104777688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-42311069954201718902013-10-22T18:21:34.388-05:002013-10-22T18:21:34.388-05:00Bwahahahahaha!! Love.This. All of it. Especially t...Bwahahahahaha!! Love.This. All of it. Especially the Nicholas Sparks dig. He steams me, and I don't mean that in a good sexy romance writer kinda way. More like an overcooked broccoli kinda way. Great post!Lisa Ricard Clarohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15014582949326182166noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-56711265078757526452013-10-20T21:24:23.904-05:002013-10-20T21:24:23.904-05:00I, too, love how people can wear some shoes... but...I, too, love how people can wear some shoes... but mostly the kind I find fascinating will hurt my feet, so I don't purchase them. Reeboks might be a different story. And you are way too funny!Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05296300032567383021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-43363729785044404942013-10-20T19:24:33.374-05:002013-10-20T19:24:33.374-05:00I, too, am a Crocs connoisseur. But I'm not tr...I, too, am a Crocs connoisseur. But I'm not trying to fool anybody with BROWN and BLACK. Mine are red. And blue. Only for home, not for public flaunting. The favorite shoes I foist on humanity are run-down, white, leather New Balance.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-87101007412607440362013-10-20T13:16:41.168-05:002013-10-20T13:16:41.168-05:00Tammy, you are entirely too funny. I love this!
I&...Tammy, you are entirely too funny. I love this!<br />I've had many favorite shoes over the years. My very favorites were thirty years ago and weren't shoes at all but high-heeled, knee-high, brown leather boots into which I could tuck my skintight jeans. I remember horrifying my grandfather by walking into their apartment wearing said boots, said jeans and a short fur jacket I had inherited from one of my grandmother's sisters.<br />It seems to me a pirouette executed in between my grandfather and his (always on) TV was involved in that visit.<br />"Move, I can't see the news!" he grumbled.<br />"Okay, Mac," I replied, "I'm outta here after I have a little visit with Nanny." My grandmother and I giggled in the kitchen for a while before I went off to wherever I was going.<br />Hardly a day went by that I didn't drop in for a few minutes, to drink a cup of tea with Nanny and annoy my grandfather away from the too-depressing news for a while. I'd always give him a kiss and tell him I loved him, and share a great big hug with Nanny. I still miss them, but I'm grateful they lived until I was almost 40.<br />K<br />Kay L. Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09966266404058177742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-27452949813333533842013-10-20T10:16:30.169-05:002013-10-20T10:16:30.169-05:00Tammy--The whole bit about Betty Crocker (and espe...Tammy--The whole bit about Betty Crocker (and especially the second-to-last line, about being be-othces, is laugh-out-loud funny.<br /><br />Everyone knows what my favorite shoes are. The fugliest shoes ever made. My beloved Crocs.<br /><br /> Both pairs--my black and my tan ones--have been chewed on by the dog. He got only the strap of one (so I tore the strap off the other one since those straps are silly anyway) but he nibbled on the heel of the black pair. It might be noticeable to some, but inconsequential to me.<br /><br />Horrors! Recently I thought I was touching the ground with my feet-flesh, my Crocs were so worn out, but luckily, it was just my imagination. However, I DO have to keep them locked up in a safe. Otherwise, my thirty-something daughter will find them and ceremoniously burn them.Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.com