t is for tennis shoes

oh. my. god. this is lame. LAME! it's not even ten p.m. i could sleep right here, sitting on the couch with my new tennis shoes on my feet (have to break'm in...maybe. my toes aren't crazy about how the insides of the top of the end of the shoes feel...did you follow that?) and my mac on my lap and my eyeglasses on my face. right here, i tell you. right here with all the lights burning. upright.

i am so tuckered. SO tuckered.

but you don't want to hear how tired i am, do you?

mom and i went shopping for new attire today for me for my trip to europe and new attire for her just because. one of the things i wanted were some new tennis shoes. i was thinking of getting a new pair of under armour's, but they're not pretty shoes, generally. i shouldn't have taken the ones i bought last summer to wales. why didn't i think that walking through a country field in my favorite tennies would be a bad idea? obviously i wasn't thinking. i left them in the trash can in the cardiff marriott hotel. you can't walk in fields covered in sheep shit and expect to keep your shoes in respectable shape after that. i was very sad to see them go, though. because while most of under armour's shoes are ugly, these weren't half bad.

excuse me for a second...jenny! jenny matlock!!! get that blasted john mayer off your playlist!!! thank god for the mamas and the papas, c.c.r., louis armstrong, greg laswell and the weepies.

sorry. tennis shoes...

so mom and i were shopping. and i was thinking it couldn't be that hard to find a comfortable pair of tennis shoes that don't look hideous with my clothes.

uh. yeah. it can. cause the ones i've got on my feet right now -- i don't think they're gonna work. i'm not even walking in them (and they're built for walking, by the way, as new balance designated them as walking shoes on the label), and my feet are already acting like they'd be happy if i'd toss these in the garbage, too. so they will be going back to the store tomorrow. and anyway, even if they were comfortable...they're light brown suede. i'd thought they'd look better with my capris, which are also brown, but i feel like old hag in them. never a good thing.

so maybe i should get the u.a. shoes designed by a man for a woman's foot and suck up the bad style and embrace the comfort.

i leave you with something lovely and light (sort of)...

today's tune is brought to you by, yes, the weepies. wanna hear it? get to the bottom picky.

can't go back now

yesterday when you were young
everything you needed done

was done for you

now you do it on your own

but you find you're all alone

what can you do
you and me
walk on
cause you can't go back now
you know there will be days
when you're so tired that you can't
take another step
the night will have no stars
and you'll think you've
gone as far as you'll ever get
go where you want to go
be what you want to be
if you ever turn around

you'll see me
i can't really say why everybody

wishes they were somewhere else

but in the end the only steps that matter

are the ones you take all by yourself

this was a matlock project. learn about that here.