Best. Motto. Ever.

Best. Motto. Ever.
You'll hear me repeat it until my dying day: "BARE FEET = HAPPY LIFE!" ...It's THAT simple!

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Ouch! Bare Feet Injuries = NOT Fun!

TV meets foot, foot loses!
     As I happily roll through life, trying not to wear shoes as much as possible (and only wear flip-flops when I DO have to actually wear shoes), I am reminded of some of those not-so-pleasant times where, what started out as "bare feet fun" ended up with a decidedly negative outcome. Now, for me, the positives of being a "barefooter" far, far outweigh the negatives, so it's not like I'm suddenly going to be changing my ways or anything! But, dropping a TV on my bare foot, yesterday morning (which led to some nice vulgarities being yelled at maximum volume), definitely galvanized me to write this blog!! Hah, it's still sore, may be fractured or bone-bruised on my instep, but, like a true "No Shoes" trooper, I'll get through it! 
     But, continuing the boo-boo theme, another injury that you could see coming a mile away would be glass in my foot...which happened when I was dancing barefoot for 4 hours at my pal Meghan's incredible wedding reception! It was soooooooo much fun & happiness being barefoot for almost the entire length of the reception, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize that the chances for a dropped beer bottle, or drink glass, that shatters and leaves a lil' shard laying around, are pretty damn good! Hell, I was probably the silly drunk that dropped the glass! Needless to say, that lil' shard ended up in my heel, and I didn't even realize it until I got back to the Ramada Inn, and, as I was walking barefoot through the hotel lobby (carrying my shoes), I heard the clicking of the glass in my heel against the lobby's marble floor. ..(Step..click..step..click..step..click)..Yes, I heard the little glass visitor before I ever felt it was there.. I told you I was drunk.. :)
Barefoot Wedding fun, only slightly disrupted by this lil' guy in my foot!
     Last but not least, what is worse than a summertime landmine?! "Landmine?", you ask? By that, I mean a pile of dog crap that someone neglected to clean up, or, if you're barefoot outdoors at night, a SLUG squishing up between your toes?!?!! Ugh! I have had numerous experiences with both, and both require someone grabbing me the dish soap off of the kitchen sink, and a garden hose, so I can sit there and get all of the gross off of my feet, all the time muttering, "I probably should have shoes on.." ...But don't worry, my bare feet friends.. That feeling never, ever lasts. I always just gotta be me! Which does not require shoes to accomplish..


3 comments:

  1. i'm so sorry to learn of all this bad luck you've had. thos poor irresistable feet!

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  2. I have had plenty of bare feet accidents in my time as well... alcohol related feet incidents happen when I leave the house WITH shoes & come home barefoot. I subconsciously take my shoes off wherever... whenever...! Hahaa

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    1. Hah, we subconsciously take our shoes off, sometimes, and we also do it totally consciously, on purpose, other times! I'd say most of the time! LOL! Viva la bare feet! :)

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