Croc Knockoffs on My Feet


Have you got Crocs or their knockoffs? I’ve got two now. I love them. I’ve been wearing men’s sandals so I have toe room and a shoe that fits me nicely without being way too long. Now I can get a medium sized Croc (knockoff so far cause I’ve only seen the original once) and they fit great. I like the colours. I have a light pink pair and a medium shade of blue pair.

They are almost like walking around in bare feet. The shoes are light and have lots of holes so you can feel the breeze on your toes. I’m watching now for a place to get a third pair in a different colour. I’d especially like yellow, orange or red. Though a dark, more sober colour would be wearable for a job, once I have one of those job type things, once I move. ugg.

The big question with Crocs is… how do you wear your strap? All the pictures I found from their website have the strap on back. But, most people here seem to wear the strap forward, so they are slip-on shoes, like a rubbery clog. I like the strap forward cause I can slip them on and off my feet when I’m standing in line, hanging around at the laundry mat or shopping and just want to air out my toes.

The Hyundai Commerical

I’m not a ranting busybody but, I sent this as a ‘Letter to the Editor’ of the Toronto Star – a big newspaper in Canada.

Carmageddon is a video game where players race cars and get bonuses
for hitting pedestrians and other cars. It’s not a game for everyone.
Hyundai, a maker of real cars for the real world, is running a TV
commercial which promotes reckless driving as fun – fun being the very
word they use.

I don’t think dangerous driving is fun. The commercial shows two young
men speeding around an urban street in a circle until they get too
dizzy to keep driving and pull over to switch drivers and “do it
again”.

Who at Hyundai approved this ad? Even without the media coverage of
street racing, the Hyundai commercial promotes unsafe driving in a
street where children are very likely to be playing. Why would Hyundai
run a commercial which makes irresponsible driving seem like fun? How
can Hyundai think reckless driving on public streets is a good thing?
I really think Hyundai should pull those ads and run a different
message to the public. Also, an apology for their careless attitude
towards public safety. Driving on public streets is not a game, it’s a
privilege.

Do they have that commercial in the US too?

No Pets, No Cigarettes

I’m vagabonding again today. Taking a trip down to Newmarket to help my sister. Yesterday she had a muscle in her leg explode, again. She plays a lot of tennis and volleyball, mainly tennis. Anyway, she is supposed to stay off her feet for a couple of weeks, longer would be better. But I’m sure she is hobbling around. There are two little girls at home, 3 and 1. They don’t take a day off.

Anyway, I found a single bed and computer desk on Craigslist last night. The only downside I can see is that they are black. But the price is right, $60 for them both. I asked about no pets, I have allergies. But forgot till this morning to ask about smoking. I sent an email to find out about that this morning. I tend to assume everyone is a non-smoker.

I’m arranging for my brother in law (who offered to move some things for me) to pick them up and take them to the Beaches. Though I don’t know if he can do both by himself. I hope my brother can go along to help. No doubt something will get worked out.

Zack is having a bad time lately. He was a mouthy jerk to me a few times yesterday and then wanting to hug and be friends again a short time later. The trick is he wanted to, I was still mad. It bothers me how it is so much like domestic abuse. He flails at her and then wants to be forgiven and etc. Zack also wants to cling to me and yet he is destructive towards me too. It’s complicated with abusive relationships. I want to help him but I think, now, that I can’t. I grew up with an abusive Dad and I’m likely a good target for more of the same from other people. That doesn’t mean I have to let it happen. Though I don’t know what to do about it. Zack and I have always gotten along. I’ve always been on his side and helped him and we have done a lot of good things together. Now I must be the easiest one for him to take out frustrations on because we have an easy relationship. Likely that is what abusive people see in me. Some day I will read more about that whole thing. For now I’m just handling as well as I can. I will be moved away by the end of this month (knock on something woodsy).

Right now I have an oven to clean.

Zack’s Back is Back in Zack

Zack is back. Yesterday Zack hurt his back and head while playing at the park. He jumped off the swing while it was at a high point. He landed badly, luckily it was on sand. This morning he was sore and stiff and needed help getting out of bed. I helped him. Then I called his Mother and then the school. I spent my day taking him down to Newmarket to get his health card and then take him to the doctor for a check over. He was fine, just sore. I knew that by then. But it’s good to have a professional opinion about some of these things.

While we were in Newmarket I bought more coffee. I like Zavida for the Cinnamon Cream and Caramel Royale. Not everyone likes the flavoured coffee. My Mom says its sickening and I have begun trying to make coffee when she isn’t around. Just so I don’t have to listen to her.

It’s my brother’s birthday today, he’s 40. At least I’m not the only one to hit that mark now. I took him some plants: white scabiosa and prickly pear cactus. Also, a jar of spicy hot salsa. Things he likes. He came over to InPlay (Sarah’s entertainment complex) and had free pinball with Sarah and Zack and Sarah made a spicy pizza for all of us for lunch.

Now we are back here. Zack has just left with Grandma for a swim in the salt water pool near the house. I can make my new coffee.

Grandma’s House

What happens at Grandma’s stays at Grandma’s.

Pretty good T-shirt slogan. It was over there on the CafePress banner. I’d buy that one. Most of the others haven’t been that interesting (to me).

I have not moved because:

1- There is an outside leak which has caused water damage which has yet to be repaired and the apartment is now musty, from the water damage.

2- The man who has already been paid to do the work of fixing up the inside water damage as well as painting the apartment has not bothered to show up. Though he makes endless promises.

Haven’t I already said all of this?

3- My nephew doesn’t want me to move, leave him. I’m trying not to let that keep me here but it is making it less easy to move and who really loves to move in the first place.

4- I don’t want to make this moving thing a long drawn out event. I am using my Mother’s car to transport most of my stuff and gas is pretty pricey here. So I want to do it all in one shot, as best as I can do it in one shot. Coming back and hauling things down there on the Greyhound bus and then the TTC is just not hugely appealing.

5- The last two are smaller things, the first two are the main things.

6- That’s about it. Go read some other blog now. I don’t mind.

I Like My Insanity with a Side of Vinegar

Just so you know…

I have not moved. I have not started seriously dating anyone. I did not meet the married guy and I am re-thinking that whole plan.

My brother’s birthday is June 9th and we are having a party at a downtown (Toronto) pub. I’m not a pub person. I don’t really like the bar atmosphere at all. At least no one is allowed to smoke any more. That will make the whole experience a lot easier to take. I hated the smoke, darkness, noise and drunkenness. At least one of those is gone.

The moving- move me not thing is grating on me. Actually, I have some form of insanity that makes that not so bad. I can ignore it all and just sort of pretend it’s not really there.

It’s the other people involved who make me feel insane. I can cope with constant minor disasters. I am tired of coping with my Mother and brother who keep springing with new insanity, insisting that I pack up everything to be ready to move at the drop of a hat. (This hat seems to be welded on to something and it’s not dropping). Then they think I’m not serious about moving. They are in near full panic mode about everything and things I had not even thought of worrying about. Small things and big things like lightbulbs, the size of the shower and getting a ready-made job.

I wish they would come down with the same procrastination deadline fever I seem to have. It would be much less stressful. Until the final day of course when the hat comes unglued and the bottom drops out of the world. But, that’s not happening today.