Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Two feet firmly off the ground

Get it? Light in my loafers and whatnot. I've been tres busy today, what with working and mowing the yard (already!?) and starting to get organized for my trip (mo' on that lata) and coming out to various people and grocery shopping, which I'm about to do now. I slipped into my new kickin' around shoes (thank you, You may love them (like me) or hate them, but you can't even FEEL them on your feet, guys. Perfect for some apres-ski shopping in Whistler Village (next week!) Love, love, love. Numostro. I mean, c'mon, it's got "mo" in it AND it sounds vaguely Italian? Muah!


freakgirl said...

Coming out to various people? Really?

I likey the shoes. I need something similar to those for my bike rides - just something with no laces. I haven't found them yet.

Michael said...

I haven't discussed it much on here, but I'm working my way slowly through the ranks. It's SO way past time. The responses have been fairly hilarious, mostly along the "Derrrr" continuum. I won't do it professionally here at all. No reason, as I'm leaving. My next job I'll be open from the start. That's right. You heard me guys. Come one, come all. Step right up.

Glad you like the kicks. So comfy. Kind of a cross between biking and climbing shoes. I'm a beginner climber and I'll get to do some of that next week as my friends are really adept and good teachers. Climbing, skiing, trail running, beer drinking, hot tubbing......and now I'm tented and I'm not talking camping.

PS I kind of came out to you, didn't I?

freakgirl said...

Yes, darling, you did.

Climbing, huh? That's one thing that's always looked interesting but I'm pretty sure I lack any sort of upper body strength. Plus, I'm a total and utter klutz.

Michael said...

Believe it or not, it's mostly LEGS. Last year I climbed about 3/4 of the way up this:

It's called Burgers and Fries, in Squamish, BC. I got about to where the big crack gets really narrow and by then my ass was wore out. Rappelled down. I'll have to try it again. Klutz, huh? I talk big sometimes, but I always one of those last kids picked in PE class, so I'm with you, sister.

freakgirl said...

I wouldn't be able to climb up that thing even three feet. :)

Michael Guy said...

Oh my gawd; kismet! ANOTHER shoe whore!

BTW: it took 3 years of therapy to say "me and my partner" at my workplace. Go at your own pace.

Michael said...

Dude, guilty, but I'm not a dirty shoe whore OR a cheap shoe whore. A whore nonetheless. Still, I have the feeling I'd be more than happy to take the castoffs from a certain someone else in the bordello. That is if my BIG SIZE 11 FEET would only fit in there. You heard me. BIG FEET.

Thanks for the encouragement. I'm kinda late blooming, but suddenly it's time.