It's me...4 months old or so....Check out my rack...huh? Sheesh they sagged even when I was a baby...guess not that much changes after all.
1 year old....and coincidentally the last time anyone said "SHE'S ADORABLE" After this I learned to talk...for some reason that was the beginning of the end of my "cuteness"
Kindergarten....I'm only showing this one because I LOVE me some poodle skirt! Could someone talk to the "fashion experts" and convince them to bring these little numbers back in style!!
This picture is one of those extremely rare moments when my mouth was actually shut. Subsequently a great day for my teacher.
I have no idea what I was smiling about...it certainly wasn't the hair do.
Great job on the bangs mom.....hire a professional next time please!
Awww 3rd grade....I was feeling some serious angst because I had just learned that the transcendental meditation study with the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi was no longer accepting applications. It was a bad year.
I'm pretty sure this was the year that the voices in my head were telling me to kill you....
Ummmm....mom & dad...this probably should have been an indicator that braces were a good investment in my future.
High School.....Those were the days. Anyone care to guess how many cans of hairspray it takes to get your hair to stay like that?
I actually made that shirt I'm wearing...it was the one and only time I demonstrated any domesticity...I mention this because I'm trying to distract you from looking at my head.
You know it's the 70's when you can stand three feet away from your date and still not be able to crop out his hair!
I found out years later that the guys had a weekly bet going as to which cheerleader would have the hairiest legs....guess who had the best odds?
See that dopey naive look....yeah he wiped that off my face in a dang big hurry. Chalk this day up to "DUH"
Awwww 4 generations of the women in my family......You ever see a white woman with a better afro.......Nice work mom...at least you didn't do THAT to me.
And his picture celebrates the last time I could even SEE my toes!
So here we are....Older, wiser....wearing stretchy pants. I'm to the point in life where I slow down in the grocery store when I pass the "Depends" Aisle... Not yet reaching for them....but surreptitiously glancing at the label.
I'm learning to adapt to crows feet...age spots... gray hair... chin hair. I hate wearing a bra...which at my age, not sporting one isn't a good idea. But us mature ladies come up with solutions, it's that wisdom thing.....I've decided to tattoo a picture of a belt across the tops of my boobs...that way when I lift up my arms and they peek out the bottom of my shirt....they'll look like part of the outfit.
HAPPY 48th to ME....50 IS CLOSER THAN YOU THINK.