If loving these is wrong, then I don’t wanna be right

Everyday I open my Comcast mailbox to check my mail.
Everyday there is a shopping sidebar with boots, jeans and handbag categories.
Everyday I only give it a passing glance, if that, and move on.
Everyday it shows the same pictures of the same items.

But today was different.

For some odd reason – maybe it’s because the Moon is in the upper left quadrant, between New and third quarter, so the phase is waning crescent (or something like that) – but my eye lingered on that column today, and I found myself strangely drawn to these:

Ack! I hate UGGS. Or so I thought… I’ve been repulsed and repelled by them for years now and have been perfectly satisfied with my repulsion of all things UGG. But something about these drew me in and took hold of me and won’t let go. I can’t imagine actually wearing that sweater-type material anywhere where there is really snow (Think ugly acrylic sweater getting soaked in water). But since I live in the part of the country that seems to split snow-storms in half and never sees so much as a spittle of snow, I think they’d work. (And yes, I know they are made out of wool and not acrylic)

I think I am more in like with the Dusty Rose. The beige is a little too beige for me.

This is all a pipe dream. First of all, they are back ordered and secondly, they are $139.95 (Just add the extra .05 to the price people! You’re not fooling anyone into thinking they are saving anything.)

On top of it all, I went to the UGGS site to link to it above, and found out they made these too:

I think these would be appropriate for wearing while I ride our thoroughbred horses out on our country home. In England.

And then these:
Perfect for walking the streets of Aspen or Breckenridge while doing some power shopping.

You know I am kidding.
There is no way I could ever ever ever ever justify paying $500.00 for a pair of shoes.
And I don’t have horses.
Or a country home in England.
And the closest I’ve been to Aspen is driving along Interstate 70, through Colorado.

But listen up, UGGs People. This little lady, with a humble little blog would gladly review a lovely pair of your boots for you! I’m sure I’ll garner waaay more attention for you than that little unknown who had them on some obscure Favorite Things list of her’s.

Do you hear me!?!?

(T13 is posted below)

Memory Lane – part 1

This weekend I was playing around on the computer, searching randomly for things. A book I’d read 5 years ago would pop in my head and I’d search the author’s name to see if there were any recent books out by the author. Or, I’d look up the newspaper of the small WI town we lived in, just to see what was happening in the Northwoods. Then I started thinking about music I listened to in my pre-teen and teen years. This started a crazy search for my beloved musicians.

I’ve recently be wanting to re-compile my music collection from those days on CDs. I still have all of my record albums from that time, but no record player to play them on. And my cassettes are long gone — worn out from being played again, and again and again…

I am an 80’s girl and so much of the soundtrack of my life is from the 80’s. However, let me clarify, that my music choices from the 80’s are not Wham!, Madonna, BonJovi and all of the other mid- to late- 80’s songs that were in heavy rotation on MTV. My choices were more early MTV…

The reason for this probably stems from the fact that I am the younger sister of a brother who was hip to all things hip. He got me hooked on Commander Salamander and all things New Wave and out-there. The other influence was that at the start of 8th grade, several of my friends and their families were transferred back to the States after living in England for 4 years.

Suddenly, names like Nik Kershaw, Husker Du (not the board game), The Clash, Re-Flex, Icicle Works, New Order, The Smiths, The Cure, and Squeeze were being flung at me (on top of a well-established foundation already laid by theEurythmics, Duran Duran, Howard Jones, and Paul Young)

You might recognize some of those names… but my love for these groups went beyond the videos in rotation on MTV (and high school dances) and the one-hit wonders they seemed to be to mainstream society.

I remember a radio station out of Pennsylvania (I grew up about 30 miles south of PA, in MD), for some reason, played a lot of this music (I’ve never figured that one out… I think there must have been a college nearby). Most of it wasn’t available in our local music stores, so I’d sit by the radio with my cassette player (not one built into the stereo, but one of those that record everything in the room, conversations and all) and I would record all of my favorite songs off of the radio.

Then, late one night in 1985, I discovered a radio station out of Baltimore, WHFS. We lived about 50 miles from the station, and since it wasn’t a strong signal at the time, it only came in late at night and it was most beneficial if the sky was clear. I still have (somewhere) several cassettes filled with recordings off of the radio.

I was (and still am) a music girl. ALWAYS had my stereo on in my room, in the car, while swimming in the pool, and later when I could drive, in my car. The main reason for the love I had for my first car (and since it was a 1971 white VW Beetle, this is saying a lot…) was the stereo. It played my cassettes and it played them well!

My best friend and I spent many evenings getting in that car and just driving. We’d listen to music, talk, giggle and end up in Georgetown (DC). We’d turn around and head back home.

So, I spent some time this weekend reminiscing. Music floods me with memories. As I searched for albums and prices to add to my wish list, I remembered so many things that I had long forgotten.

But I also came across an unfortunate side to my taste in music. While a good bit of it is easily accessible and reasonably priced, A LOT of it is either impossible/real-l-l-l-ly hard to find, available as an import only or $399.00!!!! One album that I have been searching for for years is available for the bargain price of $100.00.

I enjoy my music… but I don’t think I enjoy it that much… maybe one day… or maybe one day it just won’t matter… we’ll see.

But it was fun taking the trip down memory lane.