The Mock Dock

It’s my birthday + 7 days! And today, my present from Mr. Mock arrived. BEHOLD:

I’m probably going to wear them to sleep tonight.  Especially seeing as how I can barely WALK in them, so I might as well lounge in them looking fabulous as often as possible.

Seriously how totally FEROCIOUS are these shoes? I’m so totally Vicky B in them.

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!

You guys, Mini-Mock, my BABY, is FOUR today. Can you even stand it? FOUR. And you know how much I’ve loved three. I can’t begin to imagine how four could be better. We’re headed over to Grandma and Grandpa Mock’s house for a little family party this evening after work, and then tomorrow, Bunny and Mr. Bunny are taking Mini-Mock to Lucas Oil Stadium to get him a Dallas Clark #44 jersey, which he’s been begging for FOREVER.

Did I ever tell you guys my Dallas Clark story? I feel like I haven’t. And it’s such a good story. If Dallas Clark wasn’t your favorite Colts player already, then he probably will be once you read this story. I wrote a letter to Dallas Clark about 2 years ago, and instead of telling you the story, I’ll let the letter do it for me:

January 11, 2008

Dear Mr. Clark:

I am compelled to write to you today to thank you for the kind attention you gave to my son Junior Mock at Target a week or so ago. Junior Mock is an 11 year old severely disabled boy confined to a wheelchair due to cerebral palsy, and even though he is unable to communicate, I know you made an impact on him.

When Junior Mock’s daily caregiver, J, called me at work to tell me that Junior Mock had just had his first brush with fame, I was so appreciative that you took the time to comment on his handsomeness, and ask questions about him, and most of all – TALK to him. Many people are too uncomfortable to try and interact with him, and it’s understandable given his circumstances. It’s why your simple gesture of goodwill toward him meant so much, and also why it brightened the day of so many people with whom I shared this story.

Now, admittedly, J isn’t a sports fan, and it took several other people at Target to tell her who you were for her to realize that she and Junior Mock had been chatting it up with a Colts player. But for me, that’s just icing on the cake. This wasn’t about you seeking out an opportunity to impress anyone or demonstrate to the public how charitable and compassionate you are. You were simply being….YOU. And that speaks volumes about your character.

I am proud to live in a city which is so well represented by its professional football team. You’ve given us another great story to tell about our Colts, and specifically the #44 tight end! Junior Mock’s 11th birthday is today, January 11, and we bought him a #44 jersey as a special tribute to his new favorite player (see below photograph).

Many thanks again for taking time out of your day to make a very sweet boy (and his family!) feel extra special. Best of luck to you and the rest of the Colts in the playoffs!

All the best,
Mockarena (Junior Mock’s proud mom)

Seriously – is that not the best story ever?

And here’s more good news.  Remember several weeks ago when I told you about that awesome breakfast we had with KT the serenading server?  We went back there today, and even though he wasn’t on shift, we chatted with a couple of the other servers who told us that the management team had made a huge fuss over him, and that several people have been into the restaurant since specifically looking for “the guy who sings at breakfast.”  KT has become a local celebrity!  Isn’t that the cutest?

And guess what else!  Mr. Mock ordered me some Christian Louboutins for our anniversary!  THE KIND VICTORIA BECKHAM WEARS.  Only she buys hers directly from Christian Louboutin himself, probably over cocktails, and mine are being shipped from Shanghai. BUT STILL.

I will post all sorts of pictures when they arrive.

YAY!

An alert and astute mockdocker noticed in the google ads a couple days ago that these Christian Louboutin shoes were featured.  Happily, she clicked on it to investigate further, which means that she made me $.000000002, and for that I am very grateful.

In any case, Louboutin makes some fabulous shoes, no question.  But these are completely stupid.  I can’t imagine any outfit that would go well with woolly mammoth calves.