My Right Foot
Stuff I hate April 22nd, 2009I defy you to tell the difference.
Sesame Street’s Ernie with his Rubber Ducky….. (fast forward 30 seconds past intro)
And my right shoe that I swear did NOT squeak when I tried them on at the store. Why, shoe people? Why?
I broke out these spring sandals yesterday and everyone — I mean everyone — knew when I was on approach.
I can’t sneak up on people anymore. I squeak up on them. Damn shoe.
I’m sorry if you get the Rubber Ducky song in your head all day. Although it is kinda catchy.
Incidentally, I had an Ernie doll as a child. He had the cutest, troll-like mop of hair until the Scissors Incident of 1971. Sorry, Ernie, but I still loved you bald!
Stumble it!
April 22nd, 2009 at 6:08 am
You Have some cute feet there. What I did to get past having the rubber ducky song in my head was to just watch your video of you walking. Haaa – your evil plan didn’t work on me.
And I am most positive I am not number 1 again – can’t be.
Beamer
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April 22nd, 2009 at 6:10 am
Ok, I am going out and buying 4 dollars worth of lottery tickets, that and marking this day on my calendar.
Beamer
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April 22nd, 2009 at 6:20 am
I know where my dog Lucy is, especially at 2 AM. That’s when she decides it is time to dig out her squeaky shoe chew toy, and sit at the foot of the bed squeaking it!
Y’know Kathy, maybe it is a secret plot to from your coworkers or family to keep track of you.
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April 22nd, 2009 at 6:34 am
I hate squeaky shoes, but I love Ernie and his rubber ducky song…lol. I’ll have to remember to sing that one at work on Friday, when I do voices, it tends to make the day go faster and happier. Not only that, but I don’t make as many mistakes when I’m pretending to have problems with multiple personalities. It’s all for fun, everyone laughs, I’m more relaxed and I do a better job
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April 22nd, 2009 at 6:55 am
Your family and coworkers have their own version of a cat with a bell. We had a singing Ernie doll that used to sing Splish Splash. That can drive you right over the edge.
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April 22nd, 2009 at 8:01 am
Most of my shoes squeak when wet. It’s Houston.
I’m used to it.
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April 22nd, 2009 at 8:21 am
Aw! Your shoes sound like tiny little peeping chicks.
Wait . . .
Are you stepping on tiny little chicks in that video???
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April 22nd, 2009 at 8:30 am
I have shoes that do the same. Leather boots seem to be the worst culprit. Of course, they never squeak when you’re at the store or even the first few times you wear them. It’s after you’ve broken them in, scratched them up, and can’t possibly take them back. Then again, I tend to stub my toes in new shoes five minutes after I’ve put them on so maybe the squeaking is just the shoes rebelling against my clumsiness. Bad shoes. Bad.
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April 22nd, 2009 at 8:35 am
Sounds like you could use some WD-Footy.
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April 22nd, 2009 at 8:49 am
They don’t sound squeeky to me. BTW are you stealing my ideas now…???? Hmmm…go see MY POST.
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April 22nd, 2009 at 9:00 am
Aaaaahhhh! Your shoes! They are ALIVE! I knew there was a good reason I refuse to wear shoes.
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April 22nd, 2009 at 9:29 am
OK, I think its really you squeaking – are you sure its not??? Rubber ducky – da da da, Rubber ducky – da da da
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April 22nd, 2009 at 9:32 am
Hahaha! Now Just put on a good funky tune and step in time to it. Hold on though! JD has something there. You don’t have a baby chick in your hand that you are throttling as you walk for the sound effects? People will do anything for a post
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April 22nd, 2009 at 9:33 am
I am cracking up over here. That is one squeaky shoe. At least they aren’t making farting noises like a pair of mine do when my feet get sweaty. My kids love it when I wear that pair. It’s so embarrassing.
April 22nd, 2009 at 9:59 am
I wasn’t about to play that rubber ducky song. My kids watched that when they were little, and I would sing that song at work–in front of people! No thanks!
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April 22nd, 2009 at 10:03 am
You know, if you washed the other sandal with your “nifty little scrub brush”, I’m sure it would squeak like rubber ducky, too.
Then they’d match!
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April 22nd, 2009 at 10:56 am
My old school headmaster used to wear shoes that squeaked. That “sqeak sqeak” echoing down the corridor gave us just enough time to stop whatever mischief we were up to.
Thank goodness for those squeaky shoes!
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April 22nd, 2009 at 11:08 am
One of my favorite songs!!! Thanks for bringing it back to my mind.
April 22nd, 2009 at 11:41 am
Bwahahahaha. I hate it when shoes squeak. How about some WD-40? Bwahahahahahaha.
Have a terrific day honey.
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April 22nd, 2009 at 11:41 am
Are you planning a catburglary or ninja-based assassination?
Because, y’know, otherwise, all you need to do is put a couple of cymbals between your knees and carry a bass drum and then you can pick up some extra cash along the way.
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April 22nd, 2009 at 11:48 am
I had a pair of athletic shoes that I really liked, until they started squeaking. At four miles an hour, that was something I just couldn’t take.
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April 22nd, 2009 at 11:51 am
Hmmmm someone needs some WD-40!
On a side note, I came across these online and knowing you, you’ve probably already seen them, but thought I’d share anyhow!
Bacon Lollipops.
April 22nd, 2009 at 12:00 pm
hahahah..rubber ducky you’re the one *squeak squeak*
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April 22nd, 2009 at 12:27 pm
Whether it be a squeaky shoe, squeaky brakes or that confounded squeaky wheel on my grocery cart, I’d never made a good Ninja.
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April 22nd, 2009 at 12:52 pm
I’ve got squeaky shoes also, but I thought it was just my weight bearing down on them.
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April 22nd, 2009 at 1:00 pm
Shoe store floors are made of space age polymers. blame NASA for the lies.
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April 22nd, 2009 at 1:08 pm
Thank you for the Sesame Street earworm.
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April 22nd, 2009 at 1:20 pm
Take of your right shoe and scrape the Chihuahua off your foot. Problem solved.
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April 22nd, 2009 at 1:40 pm
Oh, I love the rubber ducky song! I was thinking of it the other day and realizing I had forgotten some of the words, thanks for finding it!
As for your shoes, I think they are possessed by the ghost of Ernie’s rubber ducky. (Rubber duckys don’t live forever, you know)
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April 22nd, 2009 at 2:44 pm
They should give you guidlines on how not to make your shoes squeak at the store.
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April 22nd, 2009 at 5:06 pm
Sometimes I think I really missed out by being to old to have experienced Sesame Street – but I have always had a rubber ducky.
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April 22nd, 2009 at 5:56 pm
Beamer! Commenter #1! — I normally try not to put songs in people’s heads because I hate them in my own. But this one was rather pleasant. Go back and listen!
Chris Casey — Oh, man. I didn’t consider that dogs take out their squeaky toys at night. With cats, we just get our heads sat upon.
Skye — I want to work with you then. I would love to hear your rendition of Rubber Ducky!
Anne — Ruh-roh. I don’t know the Splish Splash song and I’m on the fence about whether I want to google it.
Stephanie Barr — Hate that! Nothing grosser than a sweaty foot in a sandal.
JD at I Do Things — Yes, you found me out. But only the right shoe. And thanks for reminding me about the chicks in the video you posted on your blog. Wonder whatever happened to them. Are we still saying they’re alive?
Staci — Never been able to wear leather boots. I tend to sweat. I swear, next time I’m going to walk around the store for more than 10 seconds and listen for a squeak. But, seriously, I don’t think the squeak started until after the fifth or sixth time I wore them. NO fair!
Jeff — Har! You so clever.
Lauren — There were a number of shoe/foot posts I saw lately, including yours. I wish I had nice enough feet to paint my toenails. But as you probably know, I have funky feet.
Daisy the Curly Cat — And imagine if you did and all four of them squeaked! Harley would think you were wearing toys and then he’d always be bugging you. It’s for the best that cats don’t wear shoes.
grannyann — I’m sure. I would annoy myself to no end. I’ve been trying to walk differently so as not to squeak so much, but it’s hard walking on one side of your foot.
Babs Beetle — Oh, you know me. I’m not THAT creative! I swear I didn’t get a chick for Easter and none were used in the making of this post.
Lynette3boys — Oh, someone in my office already has those shoes. Though she hasn’t worn them in a while. I wonder why.
RedRaider — But Ernie’s so cute! I sang that song in my head at really inappropriate times today. It helped me get through the day. Rubber ducky, you’re the one … !!!
Midwest Mom — Oh, that’s all I need. I did actually try to figure out where the squeak is coming from. But I suspect I’d have to rip the whole sole off. Not worth it. But I’m also lazy enough to go a few more weeks before replacing them.
Tiggy — If ever there was a good reason for a squeaky shoe, that’s it. I went to catholic school and the nuns were really good at sneaking up on us. Not lucky enough to have a warning system.
Judy Miller — I’m glad you liked it. I haven’t heard it myself in easily 35 years.
Comedy Plus — Hey, if I thought it would work if I soaked it in WD-40, don’t think I wouldn’t do it.
Jenn Thorson — LOL. What a vision!
The Mother — I hear ya, sister. I can’t take myself making all this noise. I wonder how much my coworkers hate me right now.
Angi — If I thought it would work, I’d use it! Thanks for the bacon link. I haven’t actually seen those. They remind me of bacon-maple-donuts I saw today, though. Not sure if I’d love them or be grossed out by them.
staciesmadness — Don’t you just love it?!
MadMadMargo — I don’t either. As for squeaky stuff, my brother-in-law actually had his entire dashboard in his car removed to fix a squeak. Whatever caused it was fixed. He’s lucky. We weren’t hopeful.
Sherry at EX Marks the Spot — I’m tempted to think the same thing, except luckily it’s only one, so it can’t be that.
C.B. Jones — So that’s it! I’m all for that reasoning.
pussreboots — You’re welcome (or are you being sarcastic?) Oh, please love it!
Douglas — LOL! Husband thought that was funny too. Those dogs crack me the hell up. I’ve been known to point at them and laugh out loud. Do you think the owners are insulted?
shadowsrider — I’m so glad it was online. Sometimes you can’t find that old, great stuff from kid-dom. Now when I squeak, I’ll think of Ernie. It’s all good now.
Regan — Or make shoes that don’t make noise!
Grace — You DID miss everything! I was born exactly in that time period. They were all my good friends, especially Kermie. He was a good soul.
April 22nd, 2009 at 7:18 pm
I never heard the rubber ducky song–your shoes do sound like it! LOL
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April 22nd, 2009 at 7:26 pm
That’s hilarious! The worst is when you’re walking behind someone in an empty hallway. Then you try to walk differently but you just sound like someone with squeaky shoes trying to walk differently.
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April 22nd, 2009 at 8:01 pm
Those aren’t sandals, they’re woven baskets tied to your feet. Sandals only have two or three straps.
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April 22nd, 2009 at 8:09 pm
Hah! Priceless.
I was looking in vain for your EC widget! Yours was one of the first blogs I found through EC that I loved, so to have you leave EC is like having the King leave Vegas (that might sound dramatic but it’s true). I need a moment to digest.
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April 22nd, 2009 at 10:32 pm
lmaooo….
I love how your little feet seem to get more exasperated … LOL.
Are you sure you’re not holding a rubber duckie off camera somewhere? Maybe you need a pedicure?
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April 23rd, 2009 at 12:04 am
your squeaky shoes are CRACKING me up.
April 23rd, 2009 at 4:19 am
The cat is in your shoes, that’s why they didn’t squeak in the store.
April 23rd, 2009 at 4:33 am
Karen, author of My Funny Dad, Harry — Oh, noes! I’m sorry you never had the pleasure — UNTIL NOW!
Happy Hour Sue — Seriously. I can silence the right shoe by walking slower and leaning on the right edge of that shoe, but it’s rather annoying and quite possibly could lead to a back problem. I’m shopping for new shoes this weekend, dammit!
Lee — They’re about as close to sandals as I’ll get. You do understand I have feet that scare small children, right?
frogmama — Ah, thanks. I’d like to think EC can’t live without me. It’s how I cope with my withdrawal symptoms. Overall, I’m happy I left, but I still get periodic reflex reactions to drop when I’m on a blog that has a card. Old habits…
Drowsey Monkey — I liked that part, too. I thought my feet looked salsa-ish. No duckies were harmed in the making of this post.
melean rebeccah — I’d be laughing too, if it was somebody else.
Mary Theresa — For as much as I plan to test the next pair in the store, I bet the salesperson will think I’m going to run off with them. It’s always something with me.
April 23rd, 2009 at 6:57 am
FLOCK OF RUBBER DUCKIES COMING YOUR WAY!!!! DUCK!!
Oh, it’s just Kathy. Hey, Kathy, nice shoes.
Heheh. My sympathies, from one who has, uh, “walked a mile in your moccasins.” Like the squeakiest sneaker at the theatre, like the squeakiest cart at WalMart, we are doomed, doomed. Well, at least we can blog about it. Are you going to return them?
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April 23rd, 2009 at 7:49 am
I HAAAAAATE squeaky shoes! And you’re right! They do not squeak at the store! They wait until you get home, or at least out in public, and are walking down a quiet hallway! So embarrassing. I ALSO have a “Scissors Incident” … circa 1961 or thereabouts … only, it involved my big sister and MY hair.
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April 23rd, 2009 at 7:57 am
The Rubby Ducky song! Man, that brings back memories. When I was a teenager, my youngest brother (13 years younger than me) and a Sesame Street album. I used to love that song and the “I Love Trash” song from Oscar the Grouch (“I love trash! Everything dirty and dingey and dusty…”
. I played that song so much, my parents put a Rubber Duck in my Christmas stocking…oh…I mean Santa…not sure how old Regan is 
(She’s your niece, right?)
But to sully the memories of the Rubby Ducky song with a story about squeaky shoes….for shame!
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April 23rd, 2009 at 8:25 am
hey Kathy,
I think that’s happened to me as well. I swear shoe stores have special floors, or something in the air, because even if I try them in the store, the shoes feel different when I get home and try them on. And have you noticed they usually don’t let you walk out the door when you try them on. Now I’m convinced. There is something in shoe store floors.
~ Steve, the I-see-conspiracies-everywhere trade show guru
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April 23rd, 2009 at 9:19 am
Hearing that song from Ernie brought back so many memories.
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April 23rd, 2009 at 9:29 am
Your squeaky shoe just made my day. Thanks. Now I can get through my Thursday. And I adore your little shuffle at the end there.
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April 23rd, 2009 at 2:38 pm
Those shoes would instantly be relocated to the goodwill bin in my house! Odd noises drive me batty. On another note, it’s surprisingly hard to not look for your E-card widget.
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April 23rd, 2009 at 5:25 pm
Crabby Blogging Lady — We are doomed! Shopping carts are the worst. I really need other shoppers glaring at me. Nope, not returning the shoes, but one day I’ll get around to buying the quiet kind. I hope. Oh, p.s. about the screwdriver over on your post… I thought of it because I wanted to shove one through someone’s head that day. Is that bad?
Jenny — I think what I need to do is tell all the other shoppers to “quiet down a minute while I test these shoes.” You don’t think they’ll mind, do you? Uh-oh. I’m sorry you got a hack job as a kid. Did you cry or laugh while it was happening?
Steve — OMG, man. You brought back a great memory for me. I haven’t heard the I Love Trash song in forever. Going to look it up now. Here it is! Oh, thank you for that! Yes, Regan is my niece. I’m sorry I sullied your memory, but thank you for Oscar. Forgive me?
I-see-conspiracies-everywhere trade show guru Steve — Yeah, I remember trying on pumps once and I thought they fit, but they killed me every time I wore them afterwards. Do we lose our senses when buying shoes? Are we stupid? Nah, it’s the floors.
Fab — Yeah, good ‘ol Sesame Street. Be sure to click the link in my comment to Steve (two up).
Charlene — I’m giggling over my little shuffle, too. I really wanted you to hear the squeak. It worked!
DJ — See, I’m so lazy, I’m still wearing them. Cursing the whole time, but still wearing them. I knew I’d have EC withdrawal, but I didn’t know my readers would too. It’ll pass.
April 24th, 2009 at 1:42 pm
Yeah, I’ve got an earworm now. But not the Rubber Ducky song. It’s your shoes! Oh my gosh, what a freak I am. I kept replaying your shoes and laughing!
Give those babies a shot of WD-40!
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April 27th, 2009 at 1:58 pm
WD-40?! Will that really work? It would SO FIGURE that the answers to the world’s problem would rest in the mighty hands of WD-40 and duct tape…
Kathy- hey, you know me- I’m all in favor of screwdrivers as lethal weapons, yeah!
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April 27th, 2009 at 7:04 pm
earthtoholly — You know what? I wore these stupid sandals again and I swear they got louder! That’s it. New sandals this weekend.
Crabby Blogging Lady — That or ripping the shoe apart and starting over. Oh, and today was another screwdriver day, sadly.
April 29th, 2009 at 11:51 am
Oh man….I remember that song. And then I had kids….and Barney came along….and the green grass grows all around and around and the green grass grows all around….
…you just gave me another idea on what bugs me and to write about it…
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May 1st, 2009 at 4:30 am
Fred G — That tune sounds vaguely familiar. I’m glad it’s “vaguely” because it means I won’t have it in my head all day!
May 22nd, 2009 at 9:47 am
My husband’s main guideline when shopping for sandals was that it not sound like he was having a certain bodily function when walking in them. I guess it is better to have a squeaking foot than a tooting foot!
May 23rd, 2009 at 2:46 pm
Audrarian — No doubt a squeak is better than a toot. If that’d happened to me, I would have gone barefoot the rest of the day and thrown the shoes out. If you’re interested, I did get rid of this pair after buying the same pair online. They came completely squeak-free!
June 10th, 2009 at 12:27 am
You are still a cute baby-like elder child! Man like you will always find the interest from the trifle, and he will often have a good spirit.