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And now for something totally different

September 20, 2007/0 Comments/in Blond, Family, Fun, Lucy, Photos /by Megan

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.

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

See…
Americaâ€™s Next Top Model

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.

Babysitting

September 12, 2007/0 Comments/in Family, Lucy, Photos /by Megan

Three 6-year-olds plus one 15-month-old plus one 25-but-actually-about-10-year-old equals possibly insanity! Luckily, I love them all.

The Photo Chronicles Continue

September 10, 2007/0 Comments/in Family, Photos /by Megan

I spent a good part of my weekend lying in bed with the worst stomach pains since I gave birth to that baby a year ago. I’m still not quite sure what I had [read: still have], but the pain has subsided enough that I can actually sit up straight and finally got some sleep yesterday and last night. I hate being sick, it always feels like a waste. Especially when it’s on a beautiful weekend like the one we just had. A very “end-of-summer” weekend, where the weather was actually nice enough to be outside in the early evening without tons of sunblock and a gallon of water.

Friday night, before the horrid cramping, I finished working on some pictures that have been sitting in my memory card for about a month. I’ll be uploading them to Flickr this week and will hopefully have a few more posts like this one (sans the sick talk) to show what I’ve been up to in the last month or so. For my birthday, Trent’s wonderful mother bought me some new photo editing software and I got a little enhance-happy this weekend, so excuse any pictures that look way over-photoshopped. Just call it art. Or something.

So, without further ado, the first installment of the Photo Chronicles, from our trip to my parents’ lake house in Council Grove, Kansas and some shots from Labor Day out at Trent’s parents’ farm house. Enjoy!

(For those of you that are computer illiterate, click on the smaller thumbnails under the larger picture to scan through each photo. Click on the numbers to go to the next page of photos.)

Living in the Past

September 6, 2007/2 Comments/in Blond, Family /by Megan

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?