The Mock Dock

Wow.

This started out as a really crappy day.  My sweet, precious grandpa on my mom’s side passed away early this morning.  While I’ve only seen him a handful of times in my whole life (he’d always lived in Poland), he was still my mom’s dad, and I loved him.  And there’s nothing worse than seeing your mom suffer over the loss of a parent.  Especially a mom as cute and sweet and precious and full of love as my mom.  She and Bunny will be traveling to the funeral, and Mr. Mock will be taking Mini down to see his folks in ATL.  My dad and I will be staying in Indy, along with Junior Mock.  It’s going to be a very unusual and sort of lonely Thanksgiving.

So it was a happy diversion from the sadness of the day, to not only get my Robbie Williams CD in the mail at work today, but also to come home to the most delicious pair of shoes EVER.  I promised pictures, and I don’ t like to break promises, so here you go!

THE BOX.

The DUST BAGS.

THE FABULOUSNESS.

The modeling of the fabulousness.

And you guys, listen to the sweetness that is Mr. Mock.  Because I have to spend Thanksgiving without him and Mini, he announced today that he is going to prepare us an early turkey day dinner to have tomorrow night before they head out of town.  Is that the most adorable thing you’ve ever heard? 

Somehow, I just KNOW my grandpa is looking down on Mr. Mock and smiling at the fact that his granddaughter married so well.  ‘Tis the season to be thankful indeed!

Or she just needs a stylist PERIOD.  Because this is horrific.  There are plenty of dress styles that wouldn’t have made her look like a linebacker.

And you know what else?  I only watched the AMA’s for a few minutes, but happened to catch Kelly’s live performance of Already Gone.  It was HORRIBLE.  Mini-Mock sings it better live.

You guys – Mr. Mock reported to me earlier that my Christian Louboutins are at home, right this second, waiting for me for when I get home from work. I am so excited I can barely stand it.

And speaking of being overly excited, check out J-Lo at around the 2.40 mark. It’s actually a remarkable recovery.

Horrible song, though. Wow.

…but there’s really no dumber shoes than these.

Shoes made from bread.

I can’t think of a single scenario where having edible shoes would be a good idea.

This is so completely awesome. An alert and astute mockdocker sent me this video, and it’s of a woman who is calling to report a drunk driver. And the drunk driver she’s calling to report is HERSELF.

LOVE.

Daisy’s sister sent this to her, and Daisy sent it to me, and I want to immediately befriend the people in the house on our right.

I would seriously consider doing our house in a “ditto” except that none of our neighbors are festive enough for us to ditto them.

And now, for a completely off topic poll.  Mr. Mock and I were eating dinner last night at Charleston’s, and a song came on that I THOUGHT was The Twilight Zone by Golde Earring.  It wasn’t, but that led us to an argument about what Golden Earring song was most popular.  I said it was Twilight Zone, and he said it was Radar Love, which I had never even heard before.

So I leave it to you, mockdockers.

 Loading ...

BEHOLD:  Victoria Beckham casually taking her kids out for yogurt.  This is probably as casual as Vicky B can bring herself to look in public.  Casual for me equals flip flops and sweats.  Casual for Victoria is 5 inch heels and high fashion.

I don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of ever being as awesome as she is, even after my Louboutins arrive.  Although when they DO, I will totally FEEL fabulous.  And you, poor mockdockers, will have to hear about it ad nauseum for a few days, just like when I got my new car.  But remember – I promised I’d calm down about my new car after a few days, and I totally did.  That’s how it’ll be with the shoes too.  I swear.

…just remember that you’ve got it better than this dude:

Is this a MATERNITY dress?  Because if it is, she’s obviously very angry about it.

I completely love whoever took this photo.  I have no idea who it is, but I love them.