Could You Be the Next Mrs. Nebraska?

[Rhonda Dunaway]

Could you be the next Mrs. Nebraska? I know I couldn't, so that's one ring I won't be throwing my toilet brush into, but here's the information if you're interested:

Entries are now being accepted for the 2008 Mrs. Nebraska Pageant. Contestants will be required to compete in three different areas: interviews, swimsuits, and evening gowns. The pageant is scheuled for June 28th in Omaha. The winner of the Nebraska pageant will go on to compete in the Mrs. America pageant. An informational meeting will be held this coming Sunday, February 10th, at the Crowne Plaza Omaha Old Mill. For more information, call 253-4687 or visit www.mrsnebraska.net (http://www.mrsnebraska.net).

[Cher Klosner Lane]

I'd love to see a Mrs. Nebraska contest where the categories are : How many miles we drive our children, how many tears we dry, boogers we dig out, knees we bandage, and how much poopie we wipe. Oh yes, and how many stretch marks and scars are on our bodies from delivering children :)

Now we're talkin' a good contest!!! LOL!!!

Cher :)

[Rhonda Dunaway]

Hi, Cher.

I like your take on this. You made me think of what might be some more relevant challenges they could add to the pageant, and here's a thought: Projectile Vomiting Challenge -- How well could the contestants catch it without getting any on themselves? I know that I could get a perfect score in this category!

[Cher Klosner Lane]

LOL!!!! That's a great one Rhonda!! I'd lose... the vomit ALWAYS went between my fingers, and onto my clothes, face, purse - oh yes, and carseats!!! Cleaning the throwup out of the material in the carseats. When you are on a vacation, or hours from your home, aaahh ..oooh I feel a song coming on!!!......"Memories...like the corners of my mind...misty water color memories ...of the way were!!!"

Cher :)

[Rhonda Dunaway]

Hi, Cher.

My husband is becoming exasperated with me. He told me that I should refrain from making fun of beauty pageants. I clarified for him that I am not making fun of beauty pageants, but rather I'm making fun of my inability to compete in a traditional pageant. I can't help it if I burst into laughter whenever I try to think of myself walking down a runway in a swimsuit or answering questions about how I would establish world peace or eliminate global warning. Or, what if I had to answer those questions while I was wearing a swimsuit. I mean, if you can't laugh at yourself, who can you laught at?