Country Idol With Or Without Boots

The buzz around town is this week's Country Idol. This week it will be at The Sears Mall so this is a great opportunity for all of you that is in the age range of 15-20 that have talent to come out and compete. This doesn't mean that you guys and gals over 21 can't come out and compete, mind you. So get those vocal chords ready and show us what you got!

Last night, I decided to get a jumpstart and prepare for this week's competition by preparing my outfit. This takes time and skill. Not because I'm a walking fashion diva, but because I'm always behind on laundry. Six people in one house, three of us girls... well, you do the math. The goal in my life is not wearing the most stylish outfit to work, but wearing one with little or no wrinkles. The outfit being clean is an added bonus, but not entirely necessary.

While I was getting my clothes ready, I realized that I do not own one single pair of cowboy boots. I could distinctly remember owning cowboy boots in different periods of my life. When I was five, I owned a pair because I was convinced that not only was I a Cowgirl, but a Princess as well. I sported a cowboy hat with a tiara on top of it, a long dress (usually my mother's slip) and pink cowboy boots. It was a very exciting phase I went through, which sadly I have since outgrown.

Then there was the phase as a teenager when I would wear a tight tank top with one of my dad's flannel shirts over it, (always unbuttoned) tight jeans (always zipped) and my favorite (and only) brown cowboy boots. That was an awesome look which included ten mile high bangs and a can of Aqua Net hairspray. I'm sure that one look was responsible for the hole in the ozone layer.

Now here I am... working for a Country Radio station, a southern girl living in Alaska and completely cowboy boots free.

I mentioned this to my husband who didn't grasp the importance of this obvious tragedy.

"I have all these KBEAR events to go to and I don't own a single pair of cowboy boots."

He looked at me and blinked. "Do you think people are going to seek you out and look at your feet just to see what kind of shoes you're wearing?"

I looked at him, not quite sure how to answer his question. It was almost as if he were being sarcastic, but clearly he had to realize the importance of the situation. So I asked him what I considered a logical question.

"Are you being serious?"

He shooked his head and walked away. I took this to mean it would be clearly okay to go out and buy a pair. I'm so lucky that my husband and I communicate so well together. And I'm sure when everyone isn't watching the talented competitors in this year's Country Idol, they will be trying to glance at my new pair of cowboy boots...

Which I haven't actually gotten yet, because it seems as if my husband has misplaced my credit cards.

He can be so weird like that.