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Flat Feet and Chub Rub

 

 

I want to talk to you guys today about something other than hair. For those of you that are new to this blog, I live in Indianapolis. We don’t have a really good method of public transportation, so more than likely, you have a car. Yes, we have a bus system, but as an example, they don’t stop anywhere near me. I live within city limits. I don’t think it runs 24 hours a day. It’s not great.

I am currently on vacation in a city that does have great public transportation. You do a lot of walking as well. Because I usually drive everywhere at home, there are certain things I do not think about. Yes, I have heard of chub rub before; I have never experienced it. I wear dresses and skirts all summer long, and have never had an issue with it. Yesterday for the first time in my life I experienced it. DEAR. MOTHER. OF. GOD. by the time we got back to our hotel, I was walking like a bowlegged penguin. HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A BOWLEGGED PENGUIN!? It isn’t pretty. We got to our room and I ran to the bed, laid on the bed, lifted up my pretty dress and HOWLED. The hubs looked and gasped “You are so swollen on your thighs!” We looked at each other and said at the same time “Chub Rub” The swelling has since gone down, and I actually wore shorts today, so I am pretty much back to 100%. However, I think I will be wearing shorts the rest of my trip.

Another thing I want to talk about is shoes. I wear a size 10 shoe. I have an incredibly wide foot. I don’t know the exact width, as my foot has not been measured since I was a kid. My feet are also flat. So you have a plus size girl with a flat and wide foot. I cannot find a comfortable and stylish walking shoe. It’s not fair. I shouldn’t have to sacrifice style or comfort for a walking shoe. Don’t believe me? Go to Zappos.com. look for sandals, in a size 10, with a width bigger than just W.  A lot of that stuff looks like something my grandmas would wear. Plus there is no telling if they are comfortable. When I get a chance, I am going on a severe hunt for a comfortable, stylish walking shoe, that comes in wide widths. If you have any suggestions or thoughts, do not hesitate to leave a comment or even email me. I shouldn’t have to wear sneakers with my cute dresses just because I am big foot. It is amusing. Big and tall guys do not have as many choices as us girls do when it comes to clothes. A lot of times they have to buy at the “Lane Bryant” of clothing stores, which means they are spending an arm and a leg. However, they can get all different styles of shoes in different widths.  Plus size women have more and more choices. They grow with every single day. However, I can’t find the same shoes that are cute, and comfy to walk in to save my life. Everything scrapes the side of my foot (by my big toe) or they just hurt.

Do you have problems with shoes? What is your favorite brand of shoe to combat this? What about chub rub? How do you combat it?

Why I will not be going to Dairy Queen EVER AGAIN.

Okay, so today's entry is obviously not about hair. This is another lesson on how you do not treat a customer.

My hubs and I were watching a movie last night. Before we started the second one, I had a hankering for a Strawberry and Golden Oreo Blizzard from Dairy Queen last night.

We drive to DQ and get in the drive through line to place our order. My husband orders his chocolate concoction of a blizzard first. He is in the middle of ordering mine when he is cut off by a loud aggrivated voice from the drive through speaker box. "Chocolate xtreme blizzard large...that all?" Jeff and I giggle, because obviously he was in the middle of ordering something else. "Uh no...can I also get a large strawberry and golden oreo blizzard with extra golden oreos and a chicken basket?" she repeats our order to us LEAVING OUT MY PRECIOUS EXTRA GOLDEN OREOS. Jeff repeats extra Oreos one more time before we drive up to the window.

I hope no one is surprised at this point that my beloved blizzard does not have extra Oreos in it. She then tells us to pull around the side to a black door where our chicken basket will be delivered. We then drive around to a BLUE door and wait.

While we are waiting a random girl gets out of an SUV. She doesn't have on shoes, she has on socks. She knocks on the blue door and someone lets her in. A minute later she is yanking crates and thing out of the door. Helping the employee with the trash.

I look my husband dead in the eye and say "If that girl with no shoes on, in a tank top and booty shorts delivers my chicken basket to me, I am never coming back to DQ.

Do I even need to say what happened? I do? Okay.

The girl with no shoes on, in a tank top and booty shorts delivers my chicken basket to me. WHO IS THIS WOMAN!?

I am irritated, annoyed, and bothered by DQ. I will not be going back. Baskin Robbins may not have Golden Oreo Blizzards, but I have never seen anyone without a uniform behind the counter!