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Nancy Roman

Category Archives: Humor

University of Jeans

Today,  I present you with a combination Fashion Quiz and Expert (meaning me) Style Advice. First, check out these two different styles of jeans: Notice the Mom Jeans on the left. How they come up really high in the waist, and blossom out in  a womanly way around the hips.  They have a really long …

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Please Don’t Come Back

Oh not you.  I love all you little clickers. No, it’s certain styles whose return I fear. This weekend, I was rummaging through a drawer and found this: I don’t remember the exact circumstances for this workplace photo, but I know it was taken about 1977 – when I was twenty-six. I have infallible, exquisite …

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Where The Heck Do I Put It?

Now that I am on this fitness kick –  (Bear with me; it’s a stage. Think of it as the Terrible Two’s of the Sexagenarian Set.) –  I’ve added Walking to my Zumba/Yoga routine. Walking is a great activity for several reasons.  It’s easy. The weather’s getting nice. I can wear my new skinny jeans. …

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A Tale Of Terror

I’ve written before (“Fraidy Cat”) about a few of my rational but mostly irrational fears. Icy Roads: Rational. Ventriloquists’ Dummies: Not so much. But there are events in everyone’s life that are so terrifying it may take years before you can even talk about it. It’s been four years now, and so I think I’m ready. …

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Do These Yoga Pants Make My Asana Look Fat?

I’ve added another Zumba class to my Yoga/Zumba workout. Which means I’ve also added an additional sweaty day. So I figure it’s time for buy another fitness outfit. I won’t have to do laundry during the week. And besides, it’s very motivating. Sometimes the only reason I go to the gym is because I get to …

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How I Won The Dance Contest

I’ve been an ungrateful little blogger. Bloggers love other bloggers, and they like to give each other prizes. The first time someone presented me with a blogging award, I was happy – but skeptical. When you accept on a blogging prize, you have to pass it on to five, seven, or maybe even fifty-seven other …

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Edward Scissorfeet

I love blogging.  There is no better way to complain. It’s therapeutic. This is the second time in six months that I found this when I went up after breakfast to make the bed: This is the foot of the bed. On my husband’s side. Despite the evidence, I am not married to this guy: …

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Even I’M not THAT vain

Spring. That special time of year. Time for renewal. Time for change. Time to change to my cotton cardigans. As I lighten my wardrobe (and this year my hair), it always becomes clear to me how very light I am. For a person who was originally a brunette, I am extremely pale. Like the white …

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I Solve Life’s Neurological Mystery

I’m sure by now everyone realizes that my husband does not read my blog. I love him very much, but I also love the freedom to laugh at his craziness, or wonder about his mysteries. This is a mystery blog. My husband is not neat. Mostly because he has an impenetrable belief that he should save …

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Marital Harmony

As I’ve previously complained  mentioned, my husband and I do not share the same taste in music. I love James Taylor. He loves The Beach Boys. Mention classical music, and I think Debussy. He thinks Gene Autry. Sexy mood?  I’m all Marvin Gaye; he’s Elvis. We go to a wedding, and I’m hoping for “Mony …

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