Butt ugly Baffin boots...

Townie Bastard, you rock my world (despite the rather perplexing screen name). This post was/is so bang-on. How many dead blogs are out there? I know I have quite a few...disturbing and embarassing, I know. Writing is something someone just has to do, day in and day out. It's not everyday that the beautiful 'blogging Muse' is sitting on your shoulder, but she won't even peek in your direction unless you try.

So...right now, excitement eludes me. I am sitting here boot-testing. That's my new phrase for the day...boot-testing. I got my super duper ugly ass Baffin boots today, and I'm trying to figure out whether they're even half as worthy as all the hype. 'Baffin Technology'? What about the regular old alisiiks and sealskin kamiiks? It's worked well up here for years. I think my students - and probably everyone around here - think the southerners overdo it in the bundling-up department, but I really don't want to be trapped in my place this winter because I don't have anything warm enough to wear (I prefer to be trapped for other reasons).

When I called the customer service number and talked to the guy at the store in Thunder Bay, he gave me the low-down on a few of the main points, the main one being: never, ever, wear cotton socks. "It's better to go bare foot than with cotton socks because your foot will sweat and, with nothing to pull the moisture away, you're going to get cold," he said. Ok, makes sense. I get the big Baffin box today and, super excited to actually get a parcel, pull them on and start to toast my raisin bread for the regular after-school snack.

Cold feet. Who needs a wedding? I definitely had cold feet. So I pull off a sock...just one so I can still have a standard benchmark. Bare foot was warmer. Then I added a nice wool sock...and there you go. Toasty toes! The thickness of the sock also helped out with the comfort level since they don't come in half sizes.

The verdict? Womens Baffin Impact Boots are butt ugly. Monstrous. As far from my pretty snakeskin spikes as possible. However, they just might do the trick. Unfortunately, with my crazy snowpants from MEC, my Canada Goose jacket, and these shit-kickers I know I'm going to feel like one of those yoga frauds decked out in their Lulu Lemon gear. I'll feel a lot better when they no longer look so crispy clean.

Here are my puppies with my puppies...

And an update on the internet? The last time I paid my bill I wasn't paying attention and, when they charged me $60 instead of $120, I didn't even notice. I suppose I should start paying attention, eh? Back up-to-date and another 3 gigs to go before the 28th.