By Paula Zollars , Iowa posted April 2nd, 2009
I had just added a new pair of boots to my “collection” as my dad would have said, about six months prior to this big event. He and I were in competion of a different sort. We didn’t team rope, or anything. We had a friendly rivalry going on about who could wear there boots the longest without taking them off for any reason. That meant not even a good ole shower !
I decided that I could easily do this in the 30 days that I had spoke for. He decided that was a fair guess of the amount of days that he could go as well. Well “It was ON!!” so to speak.
I absolutely LOVE my boots, well I put a new meaning to the word LOVE by the time this was all over and done with. He decided that the ideal month for us to do this was in June. June when the weather is nice and hot and you would rather be swimming and wearing flip flops. I work outside all summer long. He is retired and sat in the air conditioning. I kind of forgot some of the down sides to letting him decide the when and where etc.
But my boots got a workout from the outside in and the inside out literally.
My boots showed me why I “LOVED” them so much. Not only did we win our little bet with my dad, but I never realized how versitle they could be. They are truly fashion wear and work wear.
My Twisted X boots and I did it all in 30 days. We went swimming in the lake, the river, did some boating (boots and a swim suit how cute), we went to the county fair through the sunshine and the rain. Managed to enter a open class with my daughter and her horse and WIN. Drove the tractor, planted the garden. We even mowed the grass on the rider and got the beautiful tan lines mid way up the leg-boy did I look funny after that 30 days. We even attended a wedding and a Harley Rally.
Well I still have that pair of boots that I wore for the “competition” but now they sit on the window sile with flower pots in them I can’t bring myself to let them go, they got me through that June, the rest of summer, through the fall and winter hospital visits and even a funeral. I decided that when my dad got sick and passed away that no matter how ridiculous they looked I knew that he would smile down and know that those were my “competition” boots. So it was only fitting that they went to his farwell with me.
My mother understood but I did get a few funny looks. But I figured the guy that we were there to celebrate would know the reason why so that was all that mattered. My dad and I loved our boots.He was buried in his, so I guess in the end sad but true he actually “won” the competition.
