a blog posting informing the world that i have man-duck feet
Topic: Rants and Raves
Yes, It's been a week. Yes I know I said I wanted to get back into the blogging groove. The problem is that interesting things need to be happening for me to blog about, otherwise I'm just yammering away to myself about stuff no one cares about. Like going to London to look at winter boots.
I've always had issues with winter boots. All I ask for is nice, stylish boots -riding boot style is fine -then need to have nice heels, warm on cold days, treaded soles, made of water and salt resistant leather, and they need to fit. Many boots that look nice don't stand up to winter. Many winter boots do not look nice. and many boots are not made of real leather. Fake suede is nothing more than polyester fabric and it doesn't stand up to snow or slush. many winter boots look like giant ogres that you tie to your feet, heavy, bulky, thick and ugly. The really nice LaCanadienne winter boots that I really want to buy are outrageously expensive, over 400$. And to further complicate issues, I have wide feet.
I've always had wide feet. Back when I weighted all of 115 pounds I had wide feet. Back when I was a girl of 6 I had wide feet. One shoe guy said I had duck feet, wide in front, narrow at the heel. So I'm a FREAK WITH DUCK FEET! And time, age and gravity haven't made them a centimeter narrower. So I went off to London to visit a store that sells boots for hard to find sizes. I went in and sat in their little chair and had my duck-paddles measured sitting and standing, I had my ankles gazed upon with a serious critical eye and they came out with THE PERFECT BOOT. riding style. knee high. 2 inch heel. (a little blocky, but so what) corset-like lacing in the back treaded sole, insulated, Water, snow, slush and salt proof leather. the size? 8 E. E? Yup... E width. That's getting into Man-feet range. not only do I have duck feet, I now need man width boots. They were also on sale because needless to say there's NOT MUCH DEMAND FOR DUCK-MAN FEET BOOTS! Regularly 250$ and now selling for 50$ I got a different pair in brown, water and snow resistant, fluffy fur lining, riding style with more style details, and these were only an 8D, which made me feel a little less like I had man-clown feet. No wonder I love my sandals and flip flops so much in the summer.
And earlier in the week I realize that I can't find a shirt that I am making for Dave. The shirt is finished. all it needs is buttons. I have buttons, but no idea what dimension the shirt vanished into. Possibly the eighth, dimension. And I know that the second I remember where the shirt is I will no longer know where the damn buttons went to.
If I don't have interesting things to say, I then will write pissy rants about stuff that ticks me off. And then I say things I regret later, especially when they ultimately work out in my favour. Like a credit card dispute. Normally, most people have a snowball's chance in a barbecue of winning a credit card dispute. This one came because there's a lag time between submitting a payment, the company confirming it received a payment and the idiots actually subtracting the payment from the account. So because of the fact that time goes at a different rate in credit card land, I made an over payment. They owe ME about 200$ Their fault. Which they admitted. Where does the pissy part come in? When they would not return the money to me or put it back in my bank account. Nor would they give me any interest while holding this money. I said they certainly CHARGE enough interest, why can't they give some back, they can pay their CEO a trillion dollar bonus for almost going bankrupt during the recession, so they can afford to give a little back to the people who funded the outrageous bonus?
Wrong thing to say. Three days later...I get a note saying that my interest rates went up again. That made me really pissy and I filed an official complaint. I wanted the 200$ and 25% interest compounded monthly like they did, and I wanted my interest rate back down. They said that this complaint could affect my credit rating. I said tough titties I have a blog and I'm not afraid to use it. tens of people will read my rant. So this morning I get an email with a subject that's nothing but a long reference number. The credit card company's independent consumer complaint ombudsman reviewed the case and ruled in my favor. The money will stay in the account, but will earn "nominal" interest and the interest rate is back down to where it used to be. If I keep the negative balance for a certain amount of time, then I will be issued a check for the money plus the nominal interest.
Which brings up the question: if the ombudsman is employed by the credit card company how could he possibly be "independent?"
And because I'm writing nonsense, I miss the single most important event of the past week: Dan and Heather moving into a new place. It looks absolutely wonderful. It part of house, there's a big chandelier in the front entry hall, which is big enough for a bench and a coat rack. They have an amazing kitchen with lots of storage cupboards, a breakfast bar and it opens into a full size dining room and the kitchen has a pass through to a dark but warm colored wood paneled living room. I think it might be cherry wood, it's old fashioned bead-board wainscoting. In front of the kitchen there's a large bright sunny studio/office space. Up stairs is their bedroom and it is twice the size of their old one. It's an old place, about 100+ years old filled with all the charm, character and quirkiness one finds in older homes. I'm very impressed. I hope this place is good for them, in just one day of moving it already started to feel warm and homey and it was taking on their personalities. Their pet bunny was somewhat non-plussed about the whole move thing. He spent much of his time stamping his bunny feet, and grunting in his bunny voice and tossing his bunny food dish and spilling his bunny water dish. Disapproving bunny disapproved.
So as you can see, if I don't have anything worthwhile to blog about, I really shouldn't blog. All I do is fill up the entry with silly stuff about manduck feet and pictures of a bunny who does not approve. And I'm looking forward to Dan and Heather's big New Years Eve party this year. You are having a new years eve party...right? And I'm invited...right? I'll bring the sushi and the pigs in a blanket...good I'm now invited!
Off to find a shirt...Later!
Posted by lincatz
at 11:01 AM EDT