I spent the day with my dad, and had a ball scanning some old photos of me in my past life as a teenager. I'm posting these just in case some day I'm hired for some extremely sensitive government position.
Did you know that if you get hired and a federal investigator finds out anything embarrassing about you that could leave you vulnerable to blackmail, you have to tell someone in order to be hired? It's true. My neighbor had to tell my husband something embarrassing from his past for just that reason. My husband would never tell me what it was, either! Anyway, after today, I'll be totally safe to hire. I have lots of embarrassing stories too, but I have too much fun telling those for that to be a problem. Ask me sometime about the perils of skinny dipping in your neighbor's pool when they're gone. And blowing your nose in the zoo. And trying to take off your training bra with a 21 year old relative sleeping in the bunk bed beneath you. Or trying to speed up a catheter induction of labor.
Anyway, back to high school.
Did I ever tell you I cut my own hair? I think this must have been my 80s boy band phase.
I'm doing the dishes here, and you can see how happy I am to be doing that.
Here's another beautiful one. If you think my kids are quirky, they come by it honestly. Here's my solution to caustic perm fumes:
For my 16th birthday, I asked my dad to take me on a date. I dressed up in a formal, he was in a suit. We drove to the movies in a Porsche and out to eat in a fancy restaurant. It was a dream Sweet Sixteen!
Now, as for the 17th birthday, you may recognize a certain hot hunk of manflesh.
Can it be? Is it he? Why, yes, it is.
So who was this chap? A very nice boy from my school. One of the only guys I ever went on a date with from my school. Wait, he was one of two. Hmm. So, where was my blond hottie boyfriend? On his mission, in Poland. So here's a quick peek at my past. Wait till you see the next decade!
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Oh, I am so glad you made the boy band reference because when I first opened the post I though that it was Boy George doing dishes. But it was only that picture - in the rest of them you look like you, just younger. You were/are a very cute gal! Rock on, Georgette.
I laughed at the senior homecoming saga. My senior year I was dating a guy from rival high school (Kamiakin) and he ended up being homecoming king. The whole night I felt like people were giving me sideways glares. What's that cheerleader from Pasco doing here?
Love the hair. It brings back so many (less than)fond memories.
I still have a wallet sized picture of you from the Homecoming Dance! And I distinctly remember encountering you in Manito Park at a certain senior prom...I believe the word you uttered to me was "help".
That was blast!!!! I can't wait for more.
Yes, Alicia, it was an awkward date. He was terribly nice though, and I wish I had the perspective and social skills I have now. I could have made a good friend that night instead of just a date story.
Nice bracelet, Hunk of Manflesh! I felt guilty when I saw the picture of you with your Senior Prom date. I was mad at you one day before the dance and made a snotty comment about him. Making fun of your date with him was the only really low blow I ever dealt you. I still feel bad. Curse this guilty conscience!
You are right! Great hair. Were you a natural blond?
That was indeed my natural color. My kids tell me my hair is black now, but when I look in the mirror, I still see very light brown. I must be in denial.
How fun, a little blast from the past! You two made such a charming couple then, too! And I love your hair for Senior prom....mine was VERY similar!! Also, I LOVE the comment "Touch me again and the elbow of truth....." HILARIOUS!!
Oh this was way fun to look at! I love looking at photos from the past!!! I love that you were brave enough to put "other" guys on here too. My hub would probably blow a gasket if I did that! But you have inspired me...lol!
Hey, I remember that last one! I think we're all a little embarrassed at something we did when we were seventeen; I just didn't figure it would be immortalized in print. Memory's a tricky thing; you end up having to tickle it just so.
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