Wordless Wednesday

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It’s Wordless Wednesday-time to showcase my favorite photograph!

Asheville NC 2012 @F51

Asheville NC 2012 @F51

Those of you who know me know I love street art-and this quote by John Cagel really nails it “To accept whatever comes, regardless of the consequences, is to be unafraid.”

Here is how it works:

You can find and post any photo – just try to look for one where there might be more than meets the eye going on. You know, the “picture is worth 1000 words idea.”

Wordless in that I’m not going to give any details about this image.

  • Can you tell what it is?
  • What does it make you think of?
  • Does the color match your sentiments about the image?
  • Do you like it?  Why or why not?
  • How does it make you feel?

This “PhotoHop” has been created by Pictimilitude – you can join in by going to her page and finding out how! You do not have to be a blogger either–Come on-Join IN!

You can answer in the comments or tweet it to me at @hellomap as well! Or just enjoy…

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Reality Bites-My Daughter is not ME

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17 & BC...@F51

17 & BC…@F51

“Honey, that camo hoodie looks really great with your Glock”.

What mother ever thinks THAT is going to come out of their mouth, at one point or another? Not THIS one…

I should have known, marrying a military man, that guns would be a part of our household. And they have been to a small extent. Locked up in various nooks and crannies and hiding places in our house. And I am not a big fan of firearms. Or anything remotely associated with them.

And I should have known that at one point, he would take her to the range and teach her how to use these things responsibly. And he did. And I should have known that at one point they would go camping and he would text me pictures of her in camo, ugly lace up hunting boots, and proudly holding up two squirrels that she took down in a firefight. And he did. I am in mourning in my Lilly Pulitzer house coat and Tory Burch slippers as we speak.

So proud....sniff sniff

So proud….sniff sniff

This is NOT a pro gun post. This is NOT pro hunting post. This is NOT a post to try to get some of you riled up about guns and those issues.

This IS a post about how Girl Power is alive in well in this household.

We’ve always been a bit of an unconventional lot here in Mermaid land.  17 is an only child. Yep-had to deal with that choice with all of you multiple child experts out there. Let me put it this way:  God knew what he was doing when he sent me only one.

Because we are an airline family, she has been able to go to some pretty cool places with us.  She has always been a home body. She plays Xbox with the big boys. She has been tossed from many crazy cheap horses her mom has tried to get her and still gets back on. She has had a hamster, fish, lizard and snake. We are down to 2 cats and one rabbit. Thankfully. She does not take the EASY route to anything. I have offered to do projects for her, take tests for her, and she still would rather fail the test than have someone else do it for her.

We have had our share of trials in teenage land as well. Boyfriends, break ups, mean girls, stolen vodka from the hiding space. But over all, our non-traditional girl is pretty damn cool.

Once in a while, I have my pity party and mourn the fact that she is not the class president, cheerleader, fanatic church teen. But, oh, what a boring life we would lead.

It’s takes a mindset change to accept that she is not YOU. It will also take copious amounts of wine and antidepressants.

Even though they have had days when they wouldn’t even speak to one another, she and her father share a bond of anti authority awesomeness.  So maybe he won’t be walking her out, on the football field, her senior year, with that damn crown on her head and a bouquet of roses in her arms. But you can bet he has taught her how to fend for herself and the confidence to do so. I think THAT is what will carry her through her life. Not a cheap tiara, or a Most Popular award in the yearbook.

And even though she has chosen to take the un-conventional route through high school (monitored home school not by ME thank God) it works for us. And her. I live in an area where high achievers are the norm. Whether they want to be high achievers is another thing. And I know her path through college or whatever further education she chooses will probably be unconventional too.

Getting to the point that this is fine with us has been fraught with challenges for both BC and I. But at the end of the day we know that she will be able to fend for herself.

Besides, when they decide to make a Tory Burch .22 it WILL be in my handbag…

Hot Flash Friday-We’ve Been Lied To…..

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I hate dieting. And below is the reason why.

I was in my local grocery yesterday, excited to get good stuff since BC and 17 went on a camping weekend today. Four whole days ALONE in my house. This is waaaay better than a weekend at the Ritz with the hubs.
No performance anxiety.

So, I thought I might give some of those frozen meals a try as I plan to be so busy cleaning, organizing, repairing simple things reading books and drinking wine. In front of my little fake log in the fireplace. But alas, it’s going to be in the 70s here this weekend.

I am easily sucked in to a good deal, two for one, pretty pictures on boxes and the like at the store. So when I saw the cover of this one, and the fact that I could GET 5 FOR $10 I was game. And I thought I would share with you my little experience. Oh, and you can meet my dogs…

Blah blah-we’ve all heard it-weight loss is harder starting in your 40s. Yadda Yadda. But for shit’s sake, food companies this is BAIT AND SWITCH! And as time has gone by, these meals have also become smaller, and smaller, and smaller……one of these and about 2 hours later, facing eating another one, you’re like, “Ah Hell NO! I’m going to get me a QUARTER POUNDER…” And the vicious cycle continues.

All groceries need to do is have a menopausal section. Fresh fruits, vegetables, chocolate, wine and prime rib.
And a masseuse, Swedish preferably.
Duh

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Wordless Wednesdays

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@ Forever 51

@ Forever 51

Here is how it works:

You can find and post any photo – just try to look for one where there might be more than meets the eye going on. You know, the “picture is worth 1000 words idea.”

Wordless in that I’m not going to give any details about this image.

  • Can you tell what it is?
  • What does it make you think of?
  • Does the color match your sentiments about the image?
  • Do you like it?  Why or why not?
  • How does it make you feel?

This “PhotoHop” has been created by Pictimilitude – you can join in by going to her page and finding out how! You do not have to be a blogger either–Come on-Join IN!

You can answer in the comments or tweet it to me at @hellomap as well! Or just enjoy…

I Was Fashion Road Kill

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eskie2This week the women of GenFab™* are doing a blog hop on the topic: Fashion Disasters.

It was the fall of 1975. I ‘d just been through the teenage hell that was cheerleading tryouts. Oh yes, I WAS a Freshman cheerleader, mainly because I could do a back walkover and round off. Those were pretty heady stunts those days. I loooved the uniform-gold turtleneck, blue wool jumper, knee socks and saddle shoes. But as my 9th grade year rolled along, what little popularity I had as a cheerleader waned.

Maybe it was the foam rubber falsies my mother suggested I put in my bra to make me look bigger. Problem with those was that when you do a perfect high herkie jump, and you come down, they do not stay in the same place…Hard to cheer when you have one foam rubber boob creeping its way up the right side of your turtleneck.
Being in the orchestra did not further my status.
Neither was beating out one of the cool girls for the 2nd seat violin in the NJ state orchestra.
My fate was sealed. They did not choose me for the JV squad.
So, not to be left behind, and wanting to be a part of all that was football, soccer, and the local 4th of July Parade in my small New Jersey town, I decided, or rather, was prodded, in to becoming the school mascot in the fall of my sophomore year. I would do anything to be a part of those activities. It wasn’t that cute blue jumper, the band uniform or the pep squad jackets, but it was close.

Talk about a poor fashion choice.

In 1975 large fuzzy or feathered mascots were not as big time as they are today. This position was usually given to the most desperate member of the high school that couldn’t play the triangle in the marching band. And since there was no such thing as marching violinists, this was my only option if I still wanted to be a part of our high school fun. And go to Band Camp in the Pocono Mountains so I could further stalk the drum dude I had a crush on. And wear a uniform.

So at the beginning of the fall school year, I was handed a ratty, smelly, fuzzed out animal body and separate head that was supposed to resemble a Huskie Dog.

I was Fashion Road Kill.

The up side? I never had to worry about what I was going to wear to the football games.

The down side? I never had to worry that I was EVER going to get that drum dude, let alone ANYONE else on the football or soccer field because of the dead animal smelling costume I had on.

I was lucky that in the 1970’s, in a small town outside of Manhattan, that what you wore was not a big deal. Unfortunately, what you DID, was.

But I bounced back. I always do.

Me, 1978

Me, 1978

By my Senior year, I was a Twirler. Back in the Marching Band. Center stage at the Homecoming Pep Rally doing our glow baton thing to the Steve Miller Band, wearing a swirly twirly band dress, short white boots with a tassels on them, and a Varsity jacket with my name on it that I was proud to wear to the Livingston Mall. I was BACK!

Could have been worse, I could have been in the South in a sequined bathing suit with that baton.

With those foam falsies whirling everywhere.

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