Boots and Damnation

Does it ever happen to you that you're going along your merry way in life and all of a sudden you find yourself inundated with signs that pertain to a certain issue? Like maybe you're reading a book about say, endangered Pandas (just go with me on this- it's late and I can't think of a better example). All of a sudden it's like the Discovery Channel has tuned into your frequency and they're showing 2 hour documentaries on Endangered Pandas. The next day you get coupon mailers from Panda Express, and then maybe your kid brings home last week's homework with a sticker of a Panda on it, declaring "You Did It!". You're not sure what exactly you did, but you're almost positive that the Universe is talking to you through motivational stickers from your child's teacher.

That happened to me this last week. But not about Pandas. It was more about shopping. More specifically, it was about me and my mission to find the perfect pair of fall boots.

Boots have been on my mind for several months now. I've just been waiting for the weather to cool down enough for me to put on a pair of jeans, since I'm def past the age where I can make boots and a pair of shorts work. (Though I'm not really sure if anybody has ever really made that look work, per say).

Anyway, complain tho I do about the extra podunk in my trunk, I do have fairly good enough genes when it comes to build. I'm tall enough and slender-ish enough to pull off a good pair of high heeled boots. And I must say, they do make me feel like a sexy young mama.

So I got the all clear from Mr. C to take Sunday afternoon off. Me and Princess G were going to hit up the mall and spend some of my birthday cash. It did cross my mind that I could probably put that birthday dough to better use than to buy a pair of boots. Mr. C and I are trying to live on one income- and a teacher's salary income at that. However, having spent the previous 2 days flipping through my lusty Lucky magazine, it was not hard to justify spending the money on myself. My mind was set. Princess G and I would spend Sunday afternoon at the mall. But first, we'd go to church.

Do you want to guess what the message was that Sunday? Go ahead. Take a guess.

It was this: "The Gotta Haves are Gonna Get You."

Dang it.

Pastor Bob had some really good insights on the topic. Did you know that there are approximately 500 verses in the Bible about Jesus' message of love, but over 2000 verses that advise humanity how to deal with their finances? God takes this money stuff seriously.
I don't think I've squirmed so much in a sermon since I was 5 years old and wearing tights who's crotch only reached to the bottoms of my thighs.

So, as Pastor Bob spoke on greed and charity, debt and selfless living, I struggled internally with the age old question that has plagued womankind for centuries: "Do I want to look good on the outside or be good on the inside?"

I have a feeling that you all know which I chose. It wouldn't be much of a blog if I had decided to be a good girl. Before you get all judgmental though, I should remind you that I had been weakened by two days of poring through the pages of Lucky. Which is like letting a crack addict go on a splurge before checking him into rehab.
Yes, I went shopping
I know it was a sin, but I put it in the sin category of "I'll make it up to you later, Lord." (I know it doesn't really work that way, but I'm really good at disillusioning myself in times of emergency. Especially shopping emergencies.)

So Princess G and I went to the mall. We shopped. We had fun. God did continue to send the Universe to speak to me, however, this time it was in terms of price tags. Every boot I desired was at least $20 over my price limit. So I didn't buy my boots. I'm going to wait until the Veteran's Day sales.
Soooooooo, if you don't hear from me again, it's because God has struck me down.

You all have a good night.