Could I Embarrass Myself Any More???

I can NOT believe I'm doing this. Oh my gosh, this is SO embarrassing! However, two of my best friends asked me to post these, and, if you know anything about me by now (other than my passion for photography and my excessive habit of rambling), you know that I do everything in my power to NEVER disappoint my friends. So... without further delay (because I might chicken out due to MAJOR embarrassment), I post, for my very dear friend Bear (and additional nagging encouragement from Tammy), the photos of Misty-Big-Hair-Stage and Misty-Poofy (shup Barb hehe)-Hair-Stage... then, I'm running to hide in a cave somewhere!

OK - the Big-Hair-Stage... Say it with me now... "Tease that hair!"
And... the Poofy-Hair-Stage... was this really "Cool"??? PLEASE tell me y'all did this too... you did, didn't you?
And, just to prove that I, did, at one point in my life anyway, in fact have chubby cheeks...
Holy crap... why didn't someone ever hold me down and pluck those caterpillars called eyebrows? Oh wait - someone did... when I was about 7 years old, and that's when I cried, rebelled, and swore I would never, ever pluck my eyebrows... then, I got married, and wanted to look 'pretty' and ... well, now I've tamed the caterpillars!

OK! That's IT! I'm DONE! NO more embarrassing "Misty was a complete dork" pics! No way... no more!

Oh, and by the way, I'm pretty sure these were not taken with a Nokia N810. In fact, I'm pretty certain they weren't even thought of yet!

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Wait... Who Am I Again?

I has been one heck of a long, hot, tiring, and humid day! What's that you say? It ain't over yet... geesh, thanks for reminding me!

We have no air conditioning at work. That would be OK, except for the fact that we have NO fan or anything to provide air circulation at work, and I'm stuck at this desk in this corner, where the sun beats through the window and all the heavy humid air piles up there in that corner and tries to suffocate me. Not only that... but that humid air really messes with my brain too (maybe the fact that I was yelled at three times today by some not-so-very-small-town-country-farming-like people... cuz, small-town-country-farming people aren't mean to other folk, unless it's hay season and they are totally freaked out about whether they are gonna get their hay up before it rains or not and then their baler breaks down and then... what do they do? They call the repair place and yell at the secretary... makes perfect sense, doesn't it?).

So, I left work late, went to the tire shop to have my tire with a slow leak repaired, stopped at the grocery store, got home, and as soon as I walked in the door with my arms full of grocery bags, books, and, of course, my camera, the phone was ringing. So, I answered it...

"Mower Shop. No... wait... it's not... Ummmm Hello?"

Then, I grabbed my work for the Ohio boss off the fax machine, typed it up, proof-read it, and attached it to an e-mail to send to him. I was just ready to hit send when I stopped with my finger hovering over the mouse button... "Something just isn't right here" I thought to myself. I'm rather embarrassed to admit that it took me about a whole five minutes of sitting there staring at the e-mail before I realized that what wasn't right was the fact that I was getting ready to send my completed legal work for my Ohio lawyer boss to my BBFF Tammy!!! Yeah - it has been a long day.

So, in the mailbox today, I was greeted by a very large envelope from my aunt. When I opened it, it was stuffed full of photos of little ol' me growing up. (I had asked her for some pics about a month ago, because Tammy had tagged me for a 'Through the Years' meme). My gosh she sent me a TON of pics! All the pics of me growing up that she could find, I think. PLUS... and this is a HUGE BONUS - she sent me pics of my daddy as the adorable little boy that he was!

Now that I have quickly took a stroll down memory lane, I'm not so sure that I need to bore everyone to tears with pics of Baby Misty, Toddler Misty, Young Child Misty, Adolescent Misty, and Young Woman Misty... nah, I'm thinking we don't really need to go there.

I am including one pic though... just so you can see proof... it started at a young age... and NO, I am not referring to my lack of fashion-sense!

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Heads or Tails *Summer Memory*

Heads or Tails has its very own home now! If you click on the graphic above, it will take you to the awesome new HoT blog where you can sign up and start participating in this fun and popular meme!

This week's theme is "Share a Summertime Memory".I am sharing two of my favorite memories. The first being (and will always be) fishing. I've loved to fish ever since I was big enough to hold a pole.

The second memory is my Grandpa & Grandma's cottage in Kentucky, where we would go every Summer. I loved that place more than words can describe. Now a days, kids probably would hate the place though, because there were no television and no phone... just the outdoors and evening-family-time. Did you, as a child, have a special place that seemed to have its own smell - it's own atmosphere - it's own unique feeling that enveloped you when you were there? The cottage was that place for me.

Oh, and in case you are wondering - the photo is of the first bass I ever caught out of the pond at the cottage. G, Do ya think I look a little bit happy in the photo? ;-)

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Heads or Tails *Anything Green*

One of my favorite bloggers, Skittles has started a Tuesday meme. It is LOTS of fun-so you'll wanna join us right away! If you click on the Heads or Tails logo - it will take you to the post to tell you more about the meme.

This week's topic is Heads - anything green. Skittles chose this theme because St. Patrick's Day and Spring are in the immediate future.

When I was in second grade, we were going to have a big St. Patrick's Day party at school. My dad had come to visit me at my grandparents', and I was busily going from room to room, picking things up, crawling in the cupboards and back out, lifting up the rugs, peeking under the furniture... searching every nook and cranny.

Finally, my dad asked, "What ya doing, Mist?"

I replied, "I'm looking for the leprechauns, Daddy! You know, those little green guys?!?! They have gold, Daddy! And, if I find them, they will have to show me where their gold is! It would be better than what the Tooth Fairy would leave me if I lost all my teeth at one time! You wanna help me look for em?"

My daddy smiled and replied, "I don't need to look for them. You see, Brandy is a great hunting dog, and when I get home, Brandy will show me exactly where those little green guys are."

"Are you serious Daddy?!?! They'll have to show you where the gold is if Brandy finds them!"

Brandy was my dad's Irish Setter dog. She was one of the highlights of my life. I loved her SO much, and she was one of the smartest dogs I ever knew. So, I wasn't the least bit surprised to hear that she could track and find little, miniature green guys. (Yes, dogs were my whole world back then too)

My dad left to go home, and I took my bath and was sitting on my grandma's lap in the rocking chair for my bedtime story. (I can even remember which book we were reading!) I heard the door open in the other room, and looked at my grandma and started to ask who could possibly be here at night, but, when I looked up, I saw my daddy. Seeing my daddy walk through the door on any day was the greatest thing ever; I used to pray over and over again 'Please let my daddy come over today'. So, having him walk through that door twice in one day made me an extremely happy girl.

My dad came up to me, and as I sat in my grandma's lap looking up at him, he held out a small, square, glass jar with something in it. He handed me the jar, and I stared in amazement... I was absolutely speechless for a bit, and then I whispered in awe...

"ohhhhhh it's gold. Brandy found the little green guys, didn't she Daddy? Woooooow"

I took the gold to school with me, and I excitedly told the whole class that my daddy's Irish Setter is the greatest, most beautiful, and smartest dog in the whole wide world, and she found the leprechauns, and they had to show my daddy where the gold was, and my daddy brought some of it to me. (You know, I rattled all of this out in one very long breathless sentence, in typical second-grader fashion.)

My teacher then had the nerve to start telling the class about something called Fools gold. She proceeded to claim that what my daddy brought me was actually Fools gold... and blah blah blah. I was one furious little girl. I stood my ground...

"NO, Mrs. Doesn't-Know-Real-Gold-When-She-Sees-It! You are wrong! That is REAL gold! My daddy has the greatest and smartest dog in the world, and she found the little green guys, and she showed my daddy, and they took him to their gold! No ma'am, I am not arguing with you; I would never do that, because my grandma taught me not to argue with grown-ups. I'm just telling you that my daddy would NEVER lie to me, and he said the little green guys showed him this gold!"

I can only imagine what a time my grandma had trying to explain to me that, no my daddy wouldn't lie to me... but...

I still have that bottle and the gold, and I still go crawling and peeking around in every nook and cranny looking for the little green guys on St. Patrick's Day... eventually, I'll find them. I have to admit - if my daddy walked through the door on this St. Patrick's Day, I would be that excited and thankful little girl all over again, and I would truly feel like I had just been shown the gold.

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My Hockey Loving Friend

When I was growing up, one of my best friends was crazy about our local college's hockey team. She rarely missed a game and took me to several games. The first time she asked me to go with her, I was hesitant. I had never watched hockey before, let alone seen it in person. Part way through the game, I was hooked and started cheering. It was so much fun.

Last year, my friend's mother passed away. I had lost contact with her after graduation, but when I heard this news, I made sure to attend the calling hours. Her mother had done so much for me when I was growing up. In fact, her mom was the one who took us everywhere, including the hockey games. When I arrived, I looked around until I saw her talking to a group of people. I walked up and stood behind the group. She continued talking and stopped mid-sentence when she saw me.

She exclaimed, "Misty 'maiden name'!"
I said, "Well, that's not my last name anymore, but I'm the one who helped you get in trouble all the time!"

There were lots of hugs, tears, and reminiscing. When she took me by the hand to go meet her young children, I couldn't help but ask if they were going to be hockey players. That made her smile and start reminiscing even more.

I wonder if her kids are going to play hockey. I know that would be just fine with their mom. She could get their equipment and apparel at Hockeyoverstock.com. I'll have to contact her and let her know that people buying from that website receive 5% off if they use the promotional code of ppp001107. I think the Columbus Blue Jackets hooded sweatshirt would be perfect to keep her warm while attending her children's practices and games.

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