These Boots Weren't Made For Walking (Ouch)

I can't help it...I'm a boot fanatic. I love 'em. Always have, always will.

And today is no exception. My sweet husband took me to Watsonnatta in Boone to pick out a new pair for my birthday.

And what a blissful pair I found. Knee high, distressed leather, just the right amount of slouch. Just the right blend of country and chic. At the risk of looking like a pirate, you can even fold the tops down for added oomph. Anyway, they were the boots of my dreams, and I was delighted to wear them out of the store.

So, with my fabulous husband by my side, I walked those boots out the door, down the sidewalk, and into the local sandwich joint. I was feeling super cool.

In fact, I was feeling so cool that I wasn't watching my step. Instead, I was watching my reflection in the glass, making note of how fab those boots looked with my skinny jeans and long sweater.

And that's when those boots took on a mind of their own. They walked right out from underneath me, leaving me sitting on my rear end with several boothloads of people staring. And pointing. And laughing. And blowing soda out their noses.

You'd think I'd be mortified. I wasn't. Sadly, I've done far more humiliating things than that. But I sure was humbled. The first thing that came to mind was Proverbs 16:18: “Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.” Don't tell me the Bible isn't relevant! I experienced this passage first hand. Consider this lesson learned. (Ouch.)

DOK 2012, where have you been all my life? - Maryanne Tuck Grimmett

No, seriously.  It's been forever.  Or maybe just a year.  Anyway....

I have the privilege of being on full-time Staff at Uplands Reach.  This means I get to work with a ton of amazing campers at a ton of amazing camps.  But there is one event, I must admit, this is my secret favorite.  Okay, now that I just blogged it, I guess it's a secret no longer.  But, I don't care.  I'm gonna let the world know.  In fact, I am currently screaming this from the rooftops.  Or maybe just typing really, really, really emphatically.  At any rate, I'm seriously pounding these keys.  And the message:

I LOVE DAUGHTERS OF THE KING.

And once you know what it is, you'll love it, too.  In fact, you'll be racing to the Uplands Reach website (www.uplandsreach.org) to download your registration form today.  So, here's the skinny...

Daughters of the King is a sleepover for girls in the seventh grade through college.  It's NO BOYS ALLOWED.  Why?  Because we've got too many cool things to do...like manicures, pedicures, makeovers, suh-weet jewelry making, midnight movies and munchies, and (the grand finale) a chocolate fountain that will send you into sugar shock upon mere glance.  For realz.

So, take my word for it when it comes to the fabulousness of DOK.  And hurry up and register so we can count you in on the fun.  FYI, if you register by September 24, you'll save $25, which makes the cost per person $75 instead of $100.  If you have any questions, call our office at 336.667.7177 or go to the Daughters of the King event on the Uplands Reach facebook page.  Be there, friend of mine!!