So today I checked my MySpace and noticed a friend from college had added me as a friend. He used a fun photo of us as his profile picture. It got me reminiscing about my life before Chicago. All 26 years of it. I wanted to post a picture of us in his comments section, and then I remembered that I had all sorts of scanned pictures (in my days before my digital camera) that are saved to my desktop at work from an old website. Eurkea! A mid-week entry was born!
Here is me, fresh outta the womb. We lived in a duplex. It was yellow. My dad looks like the guy on the Big League Chew package.
My sisters and me. Not everyone can pull off mustard velour!
My pre-school graduation. My legs are still that skinny. I am a reverse pear-shape. Thanks mom!
The first thing I think looking at this is how pretty my hair used to be. Then I had to go and perm and dye the crap out of it. The second thing I think is "what happened to me?!?!?! I was so freakin' cute with my tiny little flat-chested body and pug nose!" The third thing I think is "where can I get those PJs in my current size?"
Oh the sweet taste of puppy love. This is my best friend growing up and me. I just love this picture, and I think I've posted it before. This was taken at my first grade birthday party at McDonald's. The same McDonald's I ended up working at 8 years later. I still make that face all the time. Look at my last entry.
I have to skip over the ages of 8-13. I went through a horrible awkward phase that included but was not limited to: braces, huge bangs, my chest being flatter than my stomach, polka dots, Keds, puffy cheeks, zits, blue eyeshadow, bolo ties, strirrup pants and those God-awful Spin Art t-shirts.
So here is me and my best middle school friend at the age of 14. Around then, I lost my chubbiness and sprouted 5 inches. I was growing out the bangs and laying off the blue eyeshadow. Ladies, remember those big, loose ribbed Express shirts with kimono-like sleeves that came in a ton of different colors and were super popular from 1991-1992? I had one in cream and rose. And there they are. Do you ever wish you had all your clothes back? I look at older pictures and wonder where the hell all my shit went. Somewhere, there is a girl looking supa dupa fly in my seafoam green Cavaricchis. Or they are at the bottom of some trash heap next to my salmon pink IOU shirt.
Let's skip most of high school. Birkenstocks with socks, Pearl Jam, Drama Club, babydoll dresses with t-shirts underneath, unrequited love, Mazzy Star, flannel, weed, ripped jeans, etc. Blah blah blah. I'll go right to senior year. My skinniest year EVER.
I remember my mom saying she couldn't get the dress over the ironing board because it was so tiny. Size 2, if I recall. Dig the hair and lipstick. Zoinks!
My high school boyfriend and me. Jesus, did I ever eat?!?!?
Natalie and me at our senior banquet. Just couldn't get enough of the dress/tee shirt combo. I scored this awesome frock at TJ Maxx.
This is from my freshman year of college, right after gaining 50 pounds in 6 months and losing most of it in three. Look ma, no stretch marks! I was standing up in a friend's backyard wedding and took my best childhood friend (on the left) as my date. Yes, the same one pressed to my flat chest above.
My 1996 visit to the Jerry Springer show. I look like someone threw a chair at me.
I was too busy chugging Busch Lite and sleeping through class to take many pictures of my early college days.
Here is a Halloween party circa 1997. Guess what we were? Not, not just any 'ol whores... specific SPICY whores!
And here is the picture that started this whole journey in the first place. This is from a barn dance where I filled in as a last-minute date. If you've never been to a barn dance, I feel very sorry for you.
Dude. I was just looking up a good barn dance link to explain what the are if you have no idea... and I came across a picture of an ex-boyfriend that I haven't thought about in awhile. This kid and I were pretty serious, even going as far to pick out a house in his hometown. We were fully in love. It was great while it lasted. So let this be a lesson: never go on Spring Break with a significant other!
He's the one on the left. Who's that hussy with him?
This is my first roomies in Shoemaker (my cooperative house) and me at some random football game. Good times.
A group of us in San Antonio, TX for the Alamo Bowl. I had the photoshop the P because the dumb asses were holding the flag backwards.
These are my closest friends from high school, which I never really talk to anymore. Pretty sad. And I have no excuse other than hating the phone.
Here is my most serious boyfriend to date. Derek. Our relationship is all a blur. It's weird how someone so vital someone can be in your life one minute and not even matter at all the next. Man, time sure does give you perspective.
My 24th birthday. I got all Photoshoppy on this one. And it ain't a good thing.
And here's the one I left Derek for. Corey. I adored him. He was a long-distance forbidden romance that turned into a strange friendship. He gave me a reason and a place to escape. And I'll always have a special place for him in my heart. He had a Basset Hound named Old Dirty Bassett. Classic.
And what am I doing with it? Updating Diaryland! Productive!
We met some Road Rules dudes in Memphis on Beale Street. Timmy sure can pound some tequila shots!
Two of my favorite people of all-time who I barely talk to anymore, but who I know will always be there for me. I miss them.
Bar hopping in Broad Ripple. If I had a nickel for every bar I've ever been in, I'd have a shit load of nickels.
Scuba Steve, the guy I dated right before I moved to Chicago. He was a sweet young thing and we still talk once in awhile. He's fun.
Shit, I have spent waaaaaaay too much time on this today. It's 2:17 and I need to get get get get busy. Hope everyone had a great V-Day. No one I know did. In fact, most everyone I know didn't do anything. As for me, I unclogged our toilet and drank some cheap wine. Quite a switch-up from last year. Oh well. You win some, you lose some.