happy new year, i want boots

happy new year everyone.

i've decided i want boots.

cowboy boots.

or, rather, cowgirl boots.

we celebrated new year's eve down by the River. no, not in a van.

(that's a obtuse reference for all you SNL/Chris Farley fans, God bless him.)

and we spent a little time shopping like tourists. you can't shop for touristy stuff in Texas without checking out the fancy cowboy boots.

that's when i decided i want 'em.

i actually have some that are serving as decorative vases in bubba-lou's bathroom right now ... they used to fit until i had TWO GIGANTIC BABIES and my feet swelled and never showed me the courtesy of unswelling.

now they don't fit so they're holding cat's tails and covered in spiderman toothpaste spit at the moment.

doesn't matter, 'cause i wouldn't wear them anyway 'cause i'm all about the Ariat FatBaby boots right now.

so, as we're riding in the car to pick up aunt bea at the kennel this morning, i announced to john that it might be fun to live on some real land (like 20+ acres) and have ATV's to roam around on and maybe, possibly, even a horse or two.

he didn't say anything back to me which i took to mean "i could really shoot this down right now but you just sit right over there in the passenger seat with your little pipe dream of sitting on the porch watching me work the land all shirtless and sweaty with muscles rippling in the sun wearing nothing but wranglers and a beat up cowboy hat."

or, maybe he figured out it's just 'cause i want an excuse to buy myself some FatBaby boots and i can't really justify them with a trip to the Wal-Mart gardening department and a ride on the 10 cent pony out front of the grocery store.

sigh.

i'm sure if i had them all my new year's resolutions would come true and i'd probably start cooking for my family like a good mother should and maybe, just maybe, the middle east conflict would resolve itself peacefully and there would be no more nastiness in the upcoming elections and i would no longer find it necessary to wax my upper lip.

big sigh. i'm kinda diggin' the lime green ones.

they don't scream "city girl" at all do they?