And now for something totally different

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It’s another Space Camp Thursday, with absolutely no space camp pictures. Sorry folks, I figured you all needed a well-deserved break from all that zero gravity fun as too much of it may make you a bit loopy. Trust me.

So today, in honor of my 25th birthday, instead of embarrasing pictures of me at 13, here are some embarrasing photos of me from my formative toddler years.

This one’s a doozy…what the Fug Girls call “a scroll down fug.” At first glance, it’s just a cute baby picture. But then…
Foxy
Yes, it says “Foxy.” And yes, it was prominantly displayed at every, single family get-together, graduation party, wedding or anywhere else where someone could say, “Heeey, foxy!” I’m not sure what the photographer at Sears or my parents were thinking, and I’m not sure I want to.

This one’s a great shot for three reasons. One, my older brother is looking studley. But it’s 1980s studley, which, let’s be honest here, isn’t so studley. Two, my dad’s haircut. And three, my younger brother in a sailor suit.
Me and the Boys

Here I am rocking the mullet that would later be passed on to my poor daughter. Again, note my dad’s haircut. Totally. Awesome. I think I’d like the bowl cut to be back in style. Can someone take care of this for me? Consider it a birthday gift.
Rocking the mullet

And here I am practicing to be a either a Hollywood starlet or the winner of America’s Top Model.
Tyra

See…
America’s Next Top Model

Birthday
This one’s from my first birthday party. Quite the shindig, huh? My older sister looks so happy to be at such a fun event. Actually, she looks like she’s ready to bolt her 16-year-old butt out the door, into our 1980 Datsun and out to a high school party, which would probably have less cake and more keg-stands. I, on the other hand, look ecstatic. My first experience with cake…mmmmmmm. That’s still the face I make when someone puts a cake in front of me.

Actually, this picture kind of reminds me of someone.
Twins
Frightening, isn’t it.

Jetlag

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I’m out of town at a conference for work and MY GOD I’m tired. So tired. So very, very tired. Instead of being smart and going to bed early in my clean, expensive hotel room, I stayed out waaaay too late. And now I’m sitting in a meeting about to die. Just die. But I have to pretend I’m not because everyone else is waaaay tired too, but they look like they’re fresh from a weekend at the spa. How do they do that? I look like I was just hit by a mack truck!

And in a few hours I have to go get my daughter and baby from the airport, so, really, my opportunity for sleep has passed.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. And so very, very tired.

Living in the Past

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I’m so sick of Space Camp pictures right now. I know, shocking. I feel like I just posted one two days ago and I know that it’s Thursday and I should post another, but, honestly, I just don’t want to. And guess what? I’m the boss of this site. I may not be the boss of my kid or my husband or my dog or my work or even myself 80% of the time, but dagumit! this blog answers to me!!! So I’ll write Lucy’s 15-month letter when I’m good and ready, people! Even if this means she’s 2 1/2 before it’s posted.

I’m also in the middle of about ten posts on random subjects that I’d really love to finish. And, strangely enough, most of these posts have to do with the number 10 (I just typed, deleted and retyped “the letter 10” three times before I realized that 10 is a number, not a letter. I hope my intellect blows your mind.)

Because I’m all about themes around here, I decided to keep with my nostalgia with a post inspired by Mighty Girl and her fabulous book No One Cares What You Had for Lunch: 100 Ideas for Your Blog. If you’re starting a blog or site of your own and don’t have a giant box of Space Camp pictures, this book is a great way to get started. It’s chock full of ideas for interesting posts…like this one!

My first decade:

Age 1: I learn how to play paddy-cake before I can walk. My mother thinks I’m a genius. This will come back to haunt me when I have my own daughter who can’t live up to my paddy-cake prowice.

Age 2: I wake up every morning singing and when my mom comes into my room I say, “Mama, isn’t it a beautiful day?” I soon realize positive thinking gets you nowhere.

Age 3: My little brother is loud. I decide to flush him down the toilet. My parents do not like this idea.

Age 4: I experience my first brush with dorkiness when I read a book at preschool. The other kids saying I’m lying and that I’ve just memorized a book, but I really could read it! I get very angry and learn to hate my peers. Begin planning world domination.

Age 5: I win the student of the week award in Kindergarten. I am very excited about my certificate and my mom frames it for me. I give it to my sister, who’s in college, as a gift. As a teenager I find my gift in the back of her old, grey Datsun. It’s was bleached by the sun, but you could still read my name.

Age 6: I go see my first space shuttle launch in October. I get time off school and then I have to give a presentation about what I saw. All the other kids think I’m very cool. This does not last past first grade.

Age 7: I have to move to a new school because my brother has a learning disability. I cry because I don’t want to leave my friends. The new school is a Catholic school and they make us go to church and wear dresses, which I hate.

Age 8: I scrape the front of my face doing flips on the bar we used for scraping mud off our shoes at school. We weren’t supposed to play on it, so I lie and say I was playing on the jungle gym and fell. I still have three small scars on my upper lip.

Age 9: My grandmother, who helped raise me, dies. We are at my parent’s lake cabin when we find out. I remember her looking like she was asleep and my younger brother crying a lot. I also remember my best friend Katie came to the funeral and tried to hug me. I ran into the bathroom and wouldn’t come out.

Age 10: I get my first kiss from Bobby, who lived across the street from my grandmother’s house. He is blond and very cute. We kissed on top of his dad’s riding lawnmower on a dare.

Now here’s the interactive portion of today’s post. What do you remember about your childhood? Thoughts?

10 Years Ago

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We’re currently having some online issues at Crazy Bananas headquarters, least of all is my inability to alter pictures because of a loss of a certain photo software (R.I.P. Photoshop CS3), which is why there haven’t been any photos up here lately. And why the most recent photo icons at the left of this page are from a month ago. Here at Crazy Bananas, we tend to live in the past.

To further illustrate that fact, and because I really can’t do anything else with my lack of Internet connectivity (seriously, when I can’t even get to Google, we’ve got issues!), here are some lovely pictures passed on to me by Rebecca (yes, that Rebecca) from my 9th grade drama class. More photographic proof that I was, truly, the most awesome 14-year-old on the planet.

Here are my drama classmates and I in full costume for our performance of a Midsummer Night’s Dream.
Drama Class the Third
I was Helena, the cheerleader. Yes, apparently Shakepeare intended this character to be a cheerleader. Obviously. Rebecca (on the left) starred as Hermia, and we’re not sure what she was supposed to be. We think maybe she was supposed to be a catholic school girl or something…but it’s hard to tell. Lily, in the blue shirt, played Lysander, a male character. You can tell because she’s holding a hat in her hand. Our wardrobe department was truly innovative.

Here’s the whole class in front of our set, a giant, construction paper tree. Again, truly innovative.
Drama Class Again

Here I am displaying my constant need for attention. I think I was attempting to look attractive. I mean, who wouldn’t want that?
Drama Class
Small sidenote: The guy next to me came out as gay later in high school. I know, it is hard to believe after seeing my seductive pose he decided he didn’t like women. I’m as dumbfounded as you are.

Thanks Rebecca! Have I mentioned that I hate you?
Drama Class times 4

Space Camp Thursday – Vacation Addition

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It’s almost the last holiday of the summer and to celebrate, I’m taking a whole four days off from this blog. Yup. Four whole days.

While I’m sure you will all be just miserable without my daily commentary, I haven’t taken much time off from this online spew-fest since the big redesign of Spring ’07, and I need some time to recharge those creative juices. Also, I’m going to be at a farm and a lake without much Internet access, but plenty of beer. Which means I’ll be sitting out on the porch getting sunburned while grandparents watch Lu, leaving little time to update this here blog (I’m practicing my country accent for the trip, sounds good, huh?).

If you’re bored, try clicking here. Or here. Or here. Or, if you must, even here.

So, I’m off.

Off and Away

Godspeed.

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