What a Croc: Crazy Dream and Crocs

Yesterday I finally went out and bought my second pair of Crocs. If you don't have a pair of these odd-looking yet wonderful shoes, love comfort and hate stinky shoes, go out and buy some right now! Usually I'm not all about going for what's trendy or the "in" thing, but these are some pretty fab shoes. Crocs.com is where you can check them out. But they are sold all over, in places such as Coach House, Hallmark stores and other random places. The cool thing is that no matter where you go, they are $30. Doesn't matter if you go to a hoity toity place. They must be sold for $29.99 or $30. And while I feel like a betrayer of my longtime favorite shoe maker, Birkenstock, I must say I do prefer my Crocs even to those. I'll tell you why.

They are bacteria-resistant. I'm not kidding! I wear a lot of shoes with no socks, and these just don't stink! I've had my first pair (sage beach style) more than a year and still no smelly shoes!

They have non-marking, slip-resistant soles. They were originally made for boating.

They float! They are made of sturdy foam and weigh a total of 6 oz. They weigh nothing!

They are totally comfy and wear well. Orthotic molding and what have you. My old pair still fits me great and have not broken down. I just bought the navy beach style ones yesterday to have another color.

Plus, you buy them roomy. So this way if my feet swell with pregnancy, I should still be able to wear them.

Okay, so I'm waxing poetic about shoes. But it's great to buy a pair and not have to worry about breaking them in. And now that my body is changing all the time with nearly 22 weeks of baby on board, it's nice to have comfort in the shoe area.

Speaking of baby, we have our ultrasound in 2 days!!! We are soooo excited. My parents are, too. They're coming with us to see the little baby. As of tomorrow, baby will be 22 weeks along. Then in 5 more weeks, we'll be in our third trimester already! Time is flying.

We are still back and forth on a boy's name. Bill keeps offering up ones like Otis and Nigel. We were liking Benjamin a lot, but Bill has a long-lost nephew of that name, and he wants the baby to have his own identity (even though he hasn't seen this nephew in ages and I've never even met him). But I understand. We are pretty set on our girl's name. Though, like my mom points out, we could totally change our mind once we see the kid in person.

We watched "Awesomely Bad Celebrity Baby Names" or something like that last night on VH1. It's safe to say we will not be naming out baby Pilot Inspektor, Coco, Heaven, Godd'iss Love something, Denim or Diesel. I'm all for different names, but some names are just silly. Take Banjo, for instance. Yikes.

If you are wondering about the dream mention in the title of this post, it's because I'm having totally wack dreams as of late. In one, I yelled at all the uppity ups I work for, told them off, then quit. ACK!!!! I like my job! I like working here! Sometimes it's a bit crazy, but where isn't? But, boy, I really gave it to them in the dream! Then this morning I woke up from a dream in which I was totally cranky in it, and then got worse.

I was in a mall looking to buy a microwave. It's not that I need to buy one in real life. Ours is fine. But I had to buy one in the dream and went to this super lame store in the mall. Everything was everywhere and not organized. So I finally got the attention of a sales person who was a young, very tall guy. He was also completely clueless. "Where can I find the microwaves?" I ask. "Um. (silence) Um, yeah. (silence) They're, um, right over here," doofus says and points to a mini refrigerator. And then to another one. "One of these should work for you." "That's a refrigerator," I say, starting to get super annoyed. "Yeah, and it should work for what you need," he says, wanting to not have to help any customers, especially me. This is when I lose it.

"What part of microwave do you not understand?!?!?!?!?!" I yell at the doofus. "I want something that heats things, not cools them down!!!!!!" And I storm off and find another person. "Where are your microwaves? I need a microwave!" New doofus: "Um, we have one over here and then some way over there." This is by far the stupidest store I've been into. But for some reason, I REALLY need a microwave and I end up buying one of them.

For you dream interpreters out there, I don't even want to know what these dreams mean! :-)

On the Epitaphs Magazine front, issue #3 is with our designer. Go, Kristy, go! It will soon be with the printer. There's the potential problem right there. We are fast approaching the end of the fiscal year for our printer, so they are super booked. So cross your fingers that the issue comes out by the end of June. Otherwise, all will receive their copies in early July. It won't be the end of the world if it happens, though. This baby is helping me put things in perspective.

Here's wishing you a good week!

Minda

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