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The Wonderful World of Fashion

I fully realize that I am in no way qualified to give advice on fashion.

I mean………..in NO way.

So I’m not going to give advice.

I’m just going to share my feelings on what appears to be a fashion craze in America.

Yes, we’ve lived through bell-bottoms and shoulder pads and grunge and whatever in the world we had in the 2000’s, but this latest obsession is getting a little on my nerves.

Quite possibly, it’s on my nerves because it’s not for every body.

But more than likely it’s because everybody seems to think it IS and my eyes just can’t take much more!

If you haven’t figured it out by now, let me just tell you that leggings have gotten OUT OF CONTROL.

They are everywhere.

My Facetube feed is filled with all manner of leggings.

I can’t escape!

Now, don’t get me wrong, leggings are a comfortable alternative to actual pants and, on some people, they look great!

But if you have short little Vienna sausage legs, not so much.

{I’m not naming names……..but I know who I am!}

And they have some super cute options.

Cute little stripes.

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Adorable florals.

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You know what I’d look like in those???

A couch.

A big, comfy couch!

Let me assure you, though, that I have tried out this phenomena myself.

I have a pair of plain black leggings and when I wear a long shirt, I do indeed wear those snug britches.

But let me tell you, I pull and tug on those bad-boys all the live long day!

In full disclosure, I feel compelled to tell you that I  have found a pair that I desperately would like to have.

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My fear, though, is that they’d look less like a tiny Pomeranian….

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…..and more like a giant Chow!

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It’s gonna be cold this weekend, put on some pants! 🙂

~Mish~

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Indians, Bumper Stickers and Tattoos

I had the best grandparents.

I mean, the BEST!

In the world!

I have many wonderful memories of all my grandparents but today I want to share a Me-maw memory.

Every summer B.M. (before Marc), Me-maw would take us girls to Old Fort Harrod in Harrodsburg to see the outdoor drama.  Back then, it was the Legend of Daniel Boone.  It was the story of how Daniel Boone came through the Cumberland Gap and stumbled upon the land of the bluegrass.

It’s not just music, people.

It’s Blue. Grass.

I know, looks green to me too, but they say that there is a blue-ish flower on it when it is allowed to grow wild and it makes the field look blue.

I’ve never seen it, but it’s on the interweb so it must be true!

Anyway, it was always very exciting to go to this outdoor theater and as we waited for darkness to fall, the anticipation would build until finally, just at dusk, these half-naked Indians would appear at the end of each row of the audience and I would jump out of my skin!!!!

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(via Ragged Edge Theatre)

It was the scariest and most thrilling thing I had ever seen and it got me every year.

Now, before you fuss about me not calling them Native Americans, let me just say, I have issues.

I know…..you’re surprised!

Yes, the Indians were here from the beginning; hence, Native.

But so have I.

No, not the beginning of America but I was born and raised here and, therefore, I am indeed a Native American.

Apparently from the tribe of No Pigment.

Palest Indian tribe EVER!

But back to my story…..

Once those Indians scared folks to absolute death, we would settle in to the sort-of-boring play until the final battle scene at the end.  By this time, it’s completely dark and there are Indians and Settlers running all around.  There’s yelling and wah-wah-wah-ing and hatchets and rifles and gunpowder and smoke and burning forts and it was GREAT!!!!!

It was always the highlight of our summer.

But one year, the Old Fort Harrod folks messed up.

One year, they went too far.

One year, Me-maw got right ticked off.

After the show, we went out to the car, where low and BE-hold, some overzealous park employee had put a bumper sticker on EVERY CAR!

Every.

Car.

Even the Me-maw Mobile.

She was fit to be tied!

I have never seen her so mad but thankfully, the sticker hadn’t been on that long and she was able to get it off.

At least I think she did.

My little kid brain didn’t really process that part.

But now as an adult, I totally get it.

My car is bumper sticker free.

I just don’t understand putting a bumper sticker on your car.

I mean, cars are so stinkin’ expensive, why would you glue something to it that won’t come off?

And I REALLY don’t understand folks who put bumper stickers on the PAINT of their car.

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Really????

On the paint????

And what happens when you want to sell your car but nobody wants a car with a failed politician’s very-outdated bumper sticker on the paint????

That’s just craziness!

Bumper Stickers are like tattoos.

You gotta be sure you want it/love it/support it cause it’s gonna be around a LONG time!

Of course, when it comes to window stickers, it’s a whole different ballgame

I’ve got one all picked out:

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I just need to decide if I want the window decal or the tattoo.  🙂

Happy 2017, everybody!

~Mish~

 

Book Learnin’

I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything.

And I also know that most of y’all haven’t even noticed I’ve been gone.

But that’s okay.  I have a good reason.

Now hold onto your hats…………..I’ve gone back to school.

Can you believe it??

The Mr. is married to a college girl.

Well, maybe girl is a bit of a stretch but, yes, he’s married to a college old lady!

Now, I know what most of you are thinking.

Why would Mish go back to school when she’s so stinkin’ smart already?

(I do have an actual paper that says I’m stinkin’ smart, right Jane?!  It’s all very official.)

But believe it or not, there are a few things I don’t already know so I figure college is a good place to learn ‘em.

I started back in March and was glad to know that a lot of my previous college credits transferred.  I was just 2 classes short of having the core curriculum under my belt.  Boy was that a relief.

So I quickly signed up for Earth Science and it was every bit as exciting as it sounds.

The other class I needed…..

Well, that’s the one that has tickled everyone in my family.

As a matter of fact, when I told the Mr. what class I needed, I thought he was going to have a stroke from all the laughing.  I mean, he was beyond tickled.

The class I needed…………

The class no 49-year-old woman should have to take……….

The class that brought so much joy to my dear husband……….

Well, that class was…………..PE.

Yep, Physical Education!!!

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Go ahead.

Get it out of your system.

I’ll wait.

Done?

Okay.

Thankfully, it wasn’t the full gym class I needed; just an hour elective.

But that led me to a question for my advisor: how in this WORLD do you take a gym class online?????

The Mr. was hoping that I had to log in and play dodge ball or some such over the interweb but, thankfully, that wasn’t how it worked.

No, the class was called Walk/Jog and I had to either walk or jog (clever, huh?!) and keep a record of it.

Lord-a-Mighty, I just about croaked before that class was over!

I got through it (barely) but this whole working full-time and going to school and keeping the house clean and cooking and taking care of a husband and two dogs has just pulled me in too many directions.

Something had to give.

So, sadly, the house, the cooking, and the husband are on their own! 🙂

At least this time around, school is going better than the last time.

No, not when I originally went to school 30+ years ago.

And, no, not when I went back and got my associates degree.

I’m talking about my most recent educational experience.

See, when we first got Taj, we enrolled him in obedience school.

We went once a week to class with a few other fur-students and their moms & dads.

It was great.

They learned to walk correctly on a lease.

They learned to sit on command

They learned to lay down on command.

They learned to greet other people and animals in a calm way.

They all did great.

There was just one problem student.

Was it the cute little cocker spaniel who threw up in the car every night before she got to class?

Nope.

Was it the precious little puppy who was so excited that it took forever for him to calm down?

Nope.

Was it the oh-so-fluffy pomeranian who thought he was the king of the world???

Nope.

It was that guy’s mom!!!

That’s right.

Me.

I was the one who got a “talkin’ to” from the teacher.

The teacher, I might add, who was only about 19 at the time.

Yes, that’s right.

I’m an obedience school failure!

Let’s hope that this time I live up to all that potential my teachers used to think I had.

~Mish~

 

A Throwback

Taj 2

I shared a few weeks ago about how Taj’s doctor said he needed to lose weight.

Well, actually he said “It wouldn’t  hurt if we saw less of of Taj”.

So really he could have been telling me to stop coming to the vet so often.

Of course,  he followed that up with “maybe 5 pounds less” and then they did the hard sell on diet dog food so I’m thinking he probably meant that Taj is a little fatty fat.

I’ve changed his food, I’ve tried to feed him less table scraps and, since the weather has warmed up, the Mr. has forced me to go along on a few more walks.

Though we have to call them “w’s” because Taj knows what “walk” means and he goes crazy with excitement and I’m filled with guilt if I’m too lazy to go, which is most of the time.

So with all these changes I really haven’t noticed any significant weight loss.

Which is weird because Taj is a boy and we all know that boys lose weight faster than girls!!!

Am I right, ladies????

Well, today I think I’ve stumbled onto the answer.

It’s not his fault that he’s big.

And more importantly, it’s not MY fault either.

He’s a throwback.

What is a throwback, you ask.

What?  You didn’t ask????

A throwback Pomeranian is “a full-grown adult Pom that is not overweight and is bigger than 14 pounds”.

That’s Taj!

And this is a real thing.

I saw it on the Facebook.

So that got me to thinking.

Am I really overweight???

Or am I just a Throwback?????

Hmmmmmmm……….

~Mish~