A long time ago, in the year 1999, I heard a song called “Mambo No. 5” by Lou Bega. It was a life-defining moment, you see, because the lyrics held a special jewel: my name! Not to mention the name of my sister. Things went uphill from there, and I skyrocketed to fame.
A few years have passed since then, and I admit I’ve lost some of that sparkle in my eye. What I needed was another “Mambo No. 5″ to rev up my engine. I needed something to come along that made me believe in the beauty of the universe again.
In comes jeggings. I layed out their amazingness last time (see Jeggings and Illness.), so I won’t bore you with those details again. What I will do however, is tell you that I have found that lovin’ feeling that I lost after my dear one-hit-wonder vanished from existence.
See, I have to be able to bend. To curl up. If I cannot do squats, try & fail to climb trees, or curl up in the fetal position at any given moment, then the pants I am wearing go in the Goodwill bin. I have been subjected constantly to the horrors of skinny jeans and levis. To the frailty of leggings. My legs and waist have been in shambles; prisoners. But then jeggings came along, and provided me with exactly what I had been missing.
I was not planning on terrorizing you, dear readers, with the sight of me wearing them. I said I feel good in jeggings … not that I look good in them. But alas, after a couple comments and some emails (seriously: 12) requesting for some strange reason that I share with you this special gift … I realize that there is no way I can deny you.
So shield your eyes, prepare a paper bag … this is Loony in Jeggings!
If you do choose me as your sidekick, I’m O.k. with you wearing jeggins (they do look good on you), but don’t make me wear them… I prefer me wee kilt
I would die and go to heaven to have a kilt-wearing sidekick.
Hilarious!
Welcome
The jeggings look great on you… but what I truly love is your hair! The whole crazy-glamour, tree-climbing thing really works for you. You are a gloriously beautiful girl.
As for your previous post about feeling so blue… I thought about chiming in but didn’t think there’d be anything useful I could say. Have been where you are… full of regret… thinking nobody else would ever be stupid enough (or value themselves so little) as to make the mistakes I’d made. And yet? Each strong thing you do… each victory you achieve through your smarts and skills… steps you away. It’s not that you’ll ever really forget the bad stuff… but it will definitely matter less. One day it will be some crap you wish never happened… but you can keep from thinking about pretty successfully most of the time.
My anxiety got a lot better when I met a very respected, accomplished professor at a local college founded by the Southern Baptists. He’d shown up at a ceremony to accept a lifetime achievement award… and he’d brought his lesbian daughter and her wife. This is not a big “hooray” thing for Southern Baptists. But this professor is the kind of guy who makes you feel happier just by showing this incredible, natural kindness and respect for everyone he meets. He sailed through that ceremony with his family by his side and you can bet not a single Southern Baptist commented on a single, tiny thing or even hinted at any sort of judgment.
This made me realize two things. First… my goal became to always treat others with the same great kindness I learned from him. The second is that there are very special people who choose not to judge… and that kind of love is mirrored back.
Nobody who reads what you write… or knows you in person… would consider you anything but special.
Thank you so very much for that … it helped more than you know.
nice one champ!
Thank ya
Love the first pose! Haha! Thanks again for making me smile!
:p
Wow! I NEED some of those… for so many reasons then you’d care for me to list.
Nice “Mambo No 5″ reference. I bought my daughter those. I didn’t know the were called jeggings though.
I’m learning way more than I ever wanted to know about women and their clothes. I have never come across anything more complicated in my entire life.
You poor guy!
Yes! Jeggings pictures. Finally. Now, I can die happy. Although, I don’t really want to die. I mean, I have a lot I’d still like to accomplish. Okay, scratch the dying. I’m just gonna do dishes, instead.
You climb trees too!? I spent 20 minutes upside-down in a tree once. (Now knowing not to ever do it again…)
haha, yes I do!
Thank You, they look great. Now, Kick some tree, Girlfriend!
Hah!
Never thought about Jeggings having practical applications before. That came a bit out of left field for me. Thanks for momentarily transporting me back to 1999. Mambo No5 flashed up a lot of fragmented night club memories. The solar eclipse in Cornwall was in there somewhere too.
Truly worthwhile article. Spend