Ramblin' on and on about nuthin' in particular

You know what keeps me from blogging every day? It's because I feel guilty when I ramble on about nuthin' in particular, rather than focus on a topic.

But, those who know me IRL, know that I'm a talker and that I tend to ramble on and on, jumping from topic to topic, trying to fit it all in before we bid adieu. That's just me. Not only that, but I'm a fast talker too.

I figure if I ramble on, jumping from topic to topic, you will get bored and move on down the road. That scares me people, because honestly, I have important stuff to say and I don't want to scare anyone off!

With that said... I like to forewarn you when I plan to ramble... and so it goes like this...

So, I saw a pair of Frye boots the other day at Marshalls. Apparently it was a close-out deal because they were drastically reduced. They were also olive green (albeit a beautiful shade of olive green) suede leather. They were also NOT in my size. But, I managed to squeeze my foot in them just to see what a nice pair of boots looked like and felt like. It was goooood. I decided I wanted a pair of Frye boots then and there.

A couple of years ago, my friend Angie, bought a pair of Frye boots. I'll admit... I had to Google Frye boots. What I found was a lovely collection of authentic, true to life, beautiful leather boots! So, I emailed her a week ago and asked her if she still loved her boots and would she recommend buying them. She (of course) said yes. After researching the boot that I wanted, which incidentally, is the most popular of the Frye boots, I came to the conclusion that I could not afford the pair of boots that I wanted. And, the only way I'd ever be able to obtain enough funds to buy them, would be by selling off some of my stuff on Craigslist to 'earn' enough money to buy them.

Then, I did a poll on Facebook to determine what the most anyone has ever paid for a boot. A few brave souls (I seriously just wrote soles and had to go back and correct it!) admitted to having spent over $100 for boots before, but some of you don't even own boots because the ones you want are too expensive. Wow... talk about restraint! I mean, I own about 5 pairs of boots. Granted they aren't the be-all to end-all boots, but I still own them. Anyway.

So, here I am, selling off some stuff to see how much money I can scrounge up to buy a pair of boots. Knowing me, I'll get the money earned up and I'll change my mind because the temperatures will be back in the 80's and who in their right mind would wear boots when it is 80 degrees outside? Mark my words people. I know me better than I know myself. (Huh?)

I had lunch with one of my friends this week and she confided in me that her daughter wrote the word that rhymes with hex in her diary in regards to something another classmate said. (Don't judge... I'd read Elisan's diary if she kept one! It's a mother's gateway into the minds of our children...) Anyway, her daughter is in 3rd grade too. I was floored. I know, 'wake up Erica... kids learn about this kind of stuff early on, so you might as well take your head out of the sand and get with the program!' Yeah, yeah, I know. But, 3rd grade? Do I really need to begin the ahem... hex talk with my precious little girl in 3rd grade? Wow. So, how much do you talk about at this age? I mean, there will bound to be questions! I don't want to freak the child out! I don't want to get freaked out! I mean, honestly, I'm almost 100% positive she doesn't know how babies are made, much less that it requires a man. Any suggestions on books that guide a mother through this process from a Christian perspective?

I guess that's enough rambling for now. If you promise not to leave me, I'll promise to blog more... only if I'm allowed to ramble.