Fashion???

I dedicate this entry entirely to Angie! You have given me many minutes of laughter from your "beautiful" sweatshirt!!!!

Have you ever sit and looked at old pictures and wondered "What was I thinking?" At what point did I look in the mirror, and say "Yes, this is the look I'm going for"? I recently got my scanner hooked back up, so I have enjoyed looking through the old pics and scanning them in and completely embarrassing myself and my friends.

I just wanted to share a few of my faves with you......

The shorts....not only are they pulled up to my armpits, but they also make me wonder what my prisoner identification number is?

Anyone up for a game of Twister? Cause that's what this pitiful shirt looks like.....

Never mind the fact that you could set a match to that big puff on the top of my head, but it looks like a deformed breed of poodle. It's truly a "what was I thinking" moment. I should have bought stock in White Rain hair spray.

AND MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE......

The duck sweatshirt. Yes, I realize that ducks were "in" back then, but that doesn't necessarily mean you had to go with the flow. And if the duck wasn't enough, they add a touch of lace around the collar. I bet this was a hot item at any Cracker Barrel store on I-65. Oh, and then you could get the duck wallpaper and figurines to match your sweatshirt. SWEET!

Hey, if you can't make fun of yourself.....

Quack quack Angie, quack quack....

"It sounded like a train"

Here in the last two weeks, the city of Huntsville has experienced two horrible tragedies....two shootings at two separate schools. First, a 14 year old was shot and killed by a classmate at their middle school. Then today, a female faculty member at the local university shot and killed 3 faculty members and injured 3 more because she was denied tenure. And as unbearable as these two situations are, I pause to reflect on the interviews that I see on TV after each occurrence. And after anything that happens in this area, whether it be shootings, tornadoes, snow.....
Huntsville is a city of brilliant people....NASA engineers, military contractors, etc....the news channels could close their eyes, throw a dart and snag an intelligent person to interview. But no, they hand pick Willie, who weighs all of 105 pounds soaking wet. He's sporting some Wranglers, a Budweiser t-shirt, a belt buckle the size of a small child, a trucker's hat with some redneck saying on it like "You want some of this?", and cowboy boots that clearly have been scuffed from years of bar fights and cow tipping. He's got a dip in his mouth, and he spits the juice through the hole that sits where his front tooth used to be. (But he lost that tooth somewhere at Porky's when that out-of-towner hit on his woman) The reporter asks him if he saw the tornado and what his experience was like. Well, he was "sitting in his Laz-y-boy watching some rasslin', you know that John Cena is a tough fella, and all the sudden I could hear the underpinning rattling real loud. So I grabbed my PBR and ran out on the front porch, and I saw it coming over 'em hills over there. Ppppttttssss (that's him spitting some dip juice out) And then I heard the sound, you know they always say it sounds like a train. Well, it does. You know, I ain't never seen nuttin' like that before."
I wish I could say I ain't never seen nuttin' like Willie before, but unfortunately, any time the news is looking for an interview, I am sure to see one!