
As per my previous posting, my new life goal is to become an all around “badass.”
Is it so wrong to want people to see me and say “Man, what a badass”?! I mean… it’s gotta be better than the alternative… So tonight I was sitting on the patio with The Tall Man shooting the shit (cause that’s what badass people do on Friday nights… right?!) and I asked him what he thought I needed to achieve to become a BA. I immediately knew I was in trouble when the first words out of his mouth were “like a cut off leather jacket,” as he points to his sleeves indicating a “sleeveless” leather jacket… AKA.. a vest. When I said “you mean a vest?” He got a little too enthusiastic for my comfort. So I did what any good wife would do when her husband says something retarded. I ignored it and moved on. Started throwing out suggestions… dye my hair jet black? Actually wear legit make up? Walk with swagger?.. I am way too flighty for a sleeve of tattoos. I can’t handle cigarette smoking. Maybe I should get my nipples pierced?
There is just one thing I refuse to give up… my Crocs.
This is a big controversy in my life. I am a “life divided”, if you will, when it comes to this subject. I have those in my life who encourage and don’t see anything wrong with my love for the Croc, but then there are the haters. Haters gonna hate. Here’s the deal. Crocs are extremely underestimated. When my best friend found out I still wore them… she threw them away. Literally. In. The. Trash. She is obviously on “Team Hater.” I am not ashamed at all to admit I pulled those bad boys out and put them back. What other shoe can you put on after a long run that is easy to walk in, yet lets your feet air out? Then you can go straight to watering the yard, then off to the grocery store. All in one shoe. They are durable, cost effective, and come in a plethora of colors. AND! If you are feeling particularly fancy… they have cute little decorations for the holes…..
So while I am on my path of self badassery I will just have to keep walking that yellow brick road in my crocs… cause I am just a mother fucking crocn’ badass.
Carpe Diem
Ashley xx