1) Someone called themselves an “art nerd” for knowing Banksy’s “Girl With Red Balloon.” God, I hate people who think they know everything about art because they took one art course or know an almost commercial artist. Fucking most people know who Banksy is. HE OPENED A SHOP ON HIGH STREET (it wasn’t a real shop, it was another art piece). You can buy his merch. He’s not some obscure urban artist. He’s in the (BBC) news all the time. Even if he was obscure, fuck you for acting like a gate keeper.
2) Yes, I have anger issues. Especially since mom died, I kinda just want beat the shit out of someone. Like, someone who deserves it, not a random person. Can someone try to steal my purse so I can just beat the living day lights out of them and get this frustration and anger out? Is that weird? Pull a gun on me, I DARE YOU. I will John Wick your ass with a pencil. A FUCKING PENCIL.
3) I ordered a Dammit Doll. I also ordered three more Dammit Dolls for my besties (I don’t think M & D read my blog, they be lazy). Cause sometimes you need to beat the shit out of something. So we can just beat these on our work desks like Bob Ross beats his paint brush.
So spring is springing. I find it extremely depressing. It makes me miss my mother. She was all about gardening. Flowers, vegetables, any plants. All the plants. It’s time to weed and get things ready for growing. Mom would have been here this weekend helping me weed the flower bed. She’d have been bringing me drinks and insisting on helping rake out the pool area. She’d be fawning over the Candy Corn Spirea showing its true colors for the first time (we only got them last year). The daffodils are in full bloom. The purple hyacinths she bought me last year are popping up under the bat house. It all screams MOM.
I bought new shoes yesterday. Three pairs. I know, I spent far too much. However, if you know me in real life, you know I never buy shoes. I bought the three pairs, trashed five pairs and moved the old running shoes into the tornado shelter. So I netted a big loss in shoes. I’m just not a shoe person. They’re expensive and a pain in the ass to find. I need work shoes, work out shoes, dress shoes, and sandals. So now if I just get a pair of rain boots for gardening I think I’m totally solid for the first time in my life on shoes.
I went to Fleet Feet and they did all their technology to recommend the shoes for me. I got two pairs of HOKA One One’s. Holy shit, they feel like your feet are wrapped in marshmallows and walking on clouds. I got the same shoe (the Bondi) in black leather for work and grey for walking/biking. So I went the old lady route and even though I hated the look, I bought them because they were so fucking comfortable. However, today I looked up the brand and read that they purposefully went for the huge wide foot bed as a style choice and to give you a firmer grip and more padding. That makes sense. And I realized what I thought was a PPU material is actually leather. So I like them more now. I’m really not used to my feet looking so BIG. But my lord, clouds and marshmallows, yall.
The third pair are some slip-ons. They’re actually Oofos recovery footwear. Also, giant marshmallows. I asked her if I could get them in a different, more neutral color. She said they didn’t have anything and couldn’t order anything because doctors send people there to get them and they can’t keep them in stock. Well, I can feel why. So yeah, I got those in galaxy purple. So sue me.
I wish they had more than just athletic shoes. Having them find the perfect fit for me as well as the perfect build for me made a huge difference. She knew exactly which shoes I should try and what my feet needed. And the sizes ranged from 8.5 to 9.5 because “these run short” or whatever. I mean, I know it’s the computer and not the lady – but this shit works. They found me three perfect shoes. Maybe not the prettiest but damn my feet are comfy.
Lastly, I think I’m in the angry stage of grieving. Or just angry for no reason. I’m just angry. I’m quick to temper. I’m bothered. I’m quick to call someone a dumbass on Facebook and then get gang pummeled by people defending them. Only to double down and explain why they’re a dumbass, only to get group pummeled again even so much as to pick apart my profile picture where apparently my lipstick is terribly applied. And I get angry driving, going to the store (fuck people), being at work — I’m easily angered. I have no chill. I hate my job, my cats dying and hates me shoving pills down his throat, and my mommas dead. What do you want from me? Mr C is suffering at work too and has the cough from HELL that won’t go away. I’m just really not cheerful.
And I miss mom. I miss having that connection and our conversations. I need her opinion about my new shoes.
