During my last theme week, Friday was Freebie Friday. Times are tough people, so only one giveaway this week. Brandy and I brainstormed and Brandy came up with Flashback Friday. Now what was I going to do with that? And then a light bulb went off!
And I knew exactly what to do for Flashback Friday. You remember when Brandy interviewed me after the Bloggy Awards and I threatened to show you pictures of me back in the day and make you snort your beverage of choice out your nose?
Today's the day!
Back in the day, there was a sad little girl who had no clue what to do with her hair.
This is the start of what I refer to as the Ugly Duckling stage. This stage lasted a very, very long time. This picture is circa 1974.
And do you remember when I was tagged back last October and I shared many things about myself? Like the fact that I can't smell, and my children insulted my intelligence? Well, I also shared that I was in the Miss Blue Springs beauty pageant, and I told you about the hideous dress I wore.
Oh wait! You mean this one??? Yep, that would be the one. Check out that hair! This would be circa 1981.
I grew and matured and yet, my fashion sense and personal style just seemed to get worse.
Check out these glasses! I think someone sawed the bottom off a couple of coke bottles to make these puppies. It's no wonder I have such a hard time wearing my little glasses-- I was used to total surround vision with these things. Who's the cute little guy? That would be my little Trace, about age 2. That makes this photo somewhere around 1989. Before we move on, be sure to check out the sweatshirt, which I believe I crafted in someway. Goodness, I can't stand it anymore. Moving on!
And here I am with a 3 year old Trace and pregnant with Ross. I do seem to be improving just a bit but I've got a long way to go. Circa 1990.
Ross' first birthday! Trace is 4 and I have more hair then a Standard Poodle. Circa 1991.
A few years have passed and you might notice that I no longer have bangs. This was quite by accident. I was working so much, about 50 hours a week, that I didn't have time to get my hair cut and my bangs grew out. It was then that I realized that bangs were just not for me. It only took me 30 years to reach this conclusion. This photo was before Trace's first communion. He was 8 and Ross was 4. (Ross is being his usual silly self.) Circa 1995
Somewhere along the way I was introduced to a straightening iron. Here we were visiting Darrell's mother in Texas and introducing her to our new addition, Jenna. Ross, 13; Jenna, 18 months; Me and Julia, 7. Circa 2004
And there you have it, the evolution of me. I've come a long way baby! I can only hope eHarmony Guy #1 doesn't see this!
Don't forget to go to Brandy's blog I'm Not Your Average Soccer Mom to check out her verision of Flashback Friday!
eHarmony update: Guy #2 seems to have dropped off the earth. I sent him a message and never heard back, but you know, I'm okay with that. I'm still talking with Guy #1. Several people commented that they would like to send Guy #1 questions to answer. Leave them in the comments and I'll actually send them to him!
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