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Daddy is a Badger ~ that would be a grad of the University of Wisconsin-Madison. Big Sis is considering becoming a Badger in her post-grad life. So it's only natural that The Wild One taught the Badger Band how to do the Chicken Dance at a UW football game so many moons ago.
Playing along with Candid Carrie today. She's the First-Rate Founder of the Friday Foto Finish Fiesta!
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Another of Veggie Mom's contributions to the Random Complexity Writing Challenge. 347 words.
After hibernating, lo these many months, the toesies have come out to play.
Yup, went to the local nail salon yesterday afternoon and got the "full treatment." Some say that March Madness means that Spring is in the Air. I say the fun colors and skin-bearing daring of a pedicure signals the advent of the prettiest season.
My toes have a history, if you want to know the truth. I've always been known as the Girl with the Crusty Feet. My husband and children are blessed with skin so soft, it could have been transplanted directly from a baby's butt. Me, not so lucky!
I started getting pedicures as a way to smooth out those heels and spruce up those piggies. I have always had a hankerin' for going barefoot, so might at well play up the fact that my toes had disrobed, right?
Then, as the years flew by, it got to be a habit. No, I don't go to the salon every week...in fact, my feet pretty much hibernate, as far as glamor is concerned, during the winter months.
But when Spring has Sprung, when those crocuses and daffodils make a show of pushing up through the crusty top layer of the frozen tundra, it's time to take my crusty old feet in for a tune-up.
I indulged in a little "Spring Cleaning" yesterday. Yes, I got the heels scraped (and scraped and scraped..."How long has it been, Miss?" the technician queried), my nails cut and the obligatory dollop of Broadway Red enamel brushed across ten toenails.
But I also basked in a Sea Salt Scrub. Just had to exfoliate after all those months in thermal socks and sneakers!
I've assumed the pose above before~first, when Hot Tub Lizzy mandated we wear plaid on Election Day, and then again in December, when lamenting the Green Bay Packers' perturbingly pathetic season. Showing my piggies off again today, in honor of the advent of Spring.
Spring, indeed, is in the Air. But don't tell Bucky Badger~he's gone home to hibernate 'til basketball season starts again next November.
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Our little friend Jammin' is back today. She's a big fan of the University of Wisconsin Badgers. Looks like Coach Bo Ryan's Basketball Badgers will be getting an invite to the Big Dance, although from the moans and groans I hear from Moker when he's watching them play, the team isn't as stellar as it has been in years past.
We have a shrine, of sorts, in our basement, dedicated to Bucky Badger's 1994 appearance in the Rose Bowl. Moker was there, butofcourse. I stayed home with the kids. Considering all the crazies who attended, I think I had a better view of the actual game!
Jammin' will be back tomorrow, with more info on Pop'rs Prizes. Stay tuned!
