So, if you've been reading my blog for any length of time, you know Wednesday -- aka Hump Day -- is all about camels. I look for amusing pictures of our fellow earthlings of the dromedary persuasion, and share them here with you.
But camels are not just for laughing at. They are dignified fellow residents of this great planet, and we should respect them for their contributions. Like, um, camel hair. And camel's milk, and camel transportation, and camel toes...er, scratch that last one.
Sure, camels are beasts of burden, but that is a noble occupation. They make life so much easier for the desert-dwelling people of the world. No other animal is as well suited for travel over the shifting sands. Sure, they'll spit at you if you annoy them by your existence, but that's a small price to pay for all they give.
There are many kinds of camels. Here, check out this handy chart:
There. I feel better now. More respectful. Don't you?
What? You're disappointed? You came her wanting a laugh?
Okay. But it's on your head...
Parting words of wisdom: Just because it fits doesn't mean you should wear it.
Have you (or, for you bashful types, one of your "friends") ever worn anything you probably shouldn't have?
A bustier to a PTA meeting, perhaps?
Stiletto heels to the beach?
A ripped tie-dyed T-shirt to a formal wedding?
Oooh, I am still smarting over the time I borrowed a dress from a slightly smaller friend, and wore it to school (in the 7th grade). It was a bit shorter than I was used to, and snug enough that by the end of the day, the side seam had split.
I can still remember Kipp Coddington's comments about my legs, which I will not share, because other than this one particular day, Kipp Coddington was pretty nice to me.
I wore black suede daisy dukes, a matching vest, leather collar with chains, and combat boots as the going away outfit at my very traditional wedding. My MIL was mortified. Which, come to think of it, I don't regret. So, uh...no.
For the first time I'm a little afraid of you. ROTFL! I've had a permed bi level that fell under the WTF category. :o)
Y'know, if there's a renaissance festival in your area, you simply must go so you can ride a camel. And, of course, post a picture of you on top of that camel. You can even wear a bustier and high-heeled leather boots if you'd like.
Wow. Just... wow.
I used to wear a lot of Gunney Sax. Remember all that prairie outfit lace stuff? Yep. This girl.
My husband now refers to it as my Creme Puff phase.
Aw. Those guys are all very cute! I like the Bactrian dude :) Thanks for the camel education! :)
Back in the day I wore some low-cut blouses I probably shouldn't have worn.
i "wore" a perm in the 4th grade. never again.
Those are excellent words of wisdom. Based on the kinds of things I see at Walmart, it needs to be written into our constitution.
Moi? I would NEVER be caught dressed in appropriately for an occasion. Unless, you know, you count wearing pajamas to pick up Chipotle.
Glad you didn't scratch camel toes. I was laughing before I even got to the funny part. For years I wore ties that were dreadfully out of style...mostly because I didn't know any better. Still don't, but my wife dresses me now so I no longer look like a dork. At least my clothes don't.
Are hoodies and tank tops inappropriate? That's pretty much my standard uniform.
According to my ex-mother-in-law, I never dressed appropriately for her taste. Worst case scenario, she was running for State Representative and wanted her family at a meet & greet. I had punkish hair at the time - bright red mo-hawkish top layered into shaved black on my sides and back. No matter how well dressed and slicked down I tried to make my hair...it was a no go.
She had all she could do to introduce me as her daughter in-law. (Yes, I was a wild child, why do you ask? *winks*)
Me? I loved seeing her squirm, we never saw eye to eye. (Hugs)Indigo
Agh! Bondage Camel scares me!
I wore a bright yellow pantsuit with matching bright yellow sneakers to my sister's wedding. It's a testament to her loving tolerance that she still speaks to me. (I don't regret it, though. Those sneakers were comfortable. And hey, it was a long time ago.)
Coincidentally, the closest I've ever come to being killed in a crosswalk was when I was wearing that exact same outfit. How the heck can you "not see" a nearly-six-foot tall hazard-yellow moving object topped with long red hair?
P.S. I don't want to see *anybody* scratch a cameltoe. Ever.
Oh wow...I thought there were only two types of camels (one lump or two, like coffee).
I once wore a tank top under a sweater & forgot my hosiery to a formal dinner reception because I didn't have time to iron my wrinkled dress shirt (and didn't think my legs were so fish belly white). No one called me on it but man have I learned my lesson.
A Dominatrix Camel!
Now I've seen everything ... except maybe this camel's partner, who is looking forward to a little punishment.
No, I'm not asking you to show us that, Linda.
This is my second attempt at leaving a comment. Google is annoying me this afternoon. Sorry if this ends up being a double post.
I laughed so hard. I'm still snickering. Best camel yet!
Nothing too tight--but i did wear a really bad perm and brassy hair color in the 80's!
When I was a surly teenager, my mother wanted to go out to dinner one night. I said, "Pah! I'm in my jammy pants. I'll go if I can wear them," fully expecting her to decline, but she didn't. She really wanted to dine. So, I wore my jammy pants and let me tell you, it wasn't a case of those people who schlepp around grocery stores in pajamas--this was clearly a case of defiance and it was great fun. My mom thought it was funny.
Also, I must say camels are not that dignified. Once, at the zoo, two were mating and the NOISE they made was obscene and amazing. AMAZING. Like, porno soundtrack. Those camels. A laugh a minute.
Teri -- Eek! Ol' Kipp probably just thought he was being funny. 7th-grade boys tend to lack couth. ;)
Delia -- LOL! I love it.
K-pop -- Hey, I didn't dress that camel. And, boy, I hear you on the perm. I've had some truly frightening ones. Never again!
Susan -- I rode a camel at a zoo once. It was...interesting. Even without high heels.
Patty -- Ha! Cream Puff? Bet you were adorable. :)
Adriana -- You're welcome. I like the Bactrian dude, too.
Triple-J -- Didn't we all! But what the hey. As my hubs used to say, "Thanks for the mammaries!" ;)
Abby -- Yup. Same here -- never again!
Michele -- Probably depends on where you're wearing them. ;)
Indigo -- LOL! You go, girl! :)
Diane -- Bright yellow? And a pantsuit? Okay, you win. *grin* And would you believe I didn't even put that "scratch" next to the "camel toe" on purpose? Guess that's just how my subconscious rolls. ;)
Steph -- Amazing what you learn around here, huh? And hosiery it way overrated.
Dianne -- LOL! Darn, I was about ready to go on a search. Sorry Google is being so annoying!
Carol -- Glad you like it! :)
Jennifer -- The 80s: a bad decade for hair. ;)
Sierra -- LOL! Sounds like your mom had a good sense of humor, as well as a good handle on how to deal with surly teens.
Other than the brief period from when I was 13 up until last week, I've always been appropriately dressed for any occasion.
Patsy -- LOL! Well, as long as it was such a brief period of time, that's okay. ;)
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