See, I was in a really foul mood. I mean, like, really foul. It happens every now and then. When I feel that everything in my life is poop and I live in squalor and I can't do anything right and I shouldn't have eaten the two snack bags of chips today (although in trying to put it in perspective, I could have chosen the chocolate iced honey bun and I didn't...I made myself feel better by repeating this in my head, "Its ok. This is better than the chocolate iced honey bun. Don't feel bad about it.") and I leave my shoes all over the house and the laundry is piling up and my children's bedrooms (and our bedroom) are messes and there are towels on the bathroom floor and I want to do what Crystal B did and just rent a dumpster and throw away half of what is in my house. Starting with the linen closet. And then whatever is in my dresser. Because I don't even know when the last time is that I even wore something out of my dresser.
But I digress... (name that Berkmar High School teacher)....
So I was in a foul mood putting away all of my shoes and hanging up my clean laundry when I decided to clean out a stack of whatnot that was on top of my cubby in the closet. And I found these...
{Casey and Chandler, October 2004}
This was the first time that I took the girls to the zoo. They were about the same age that Quinn is now. I loved this age with the girls. LOVED. Aren't they so cute with their little bobs?
{Chandler and Casey, April 2005}
This was from the girls first ballet class. I love their little painted nails.
No lie, this is one of my most favorite pictures of the girls. Casey looks so angry and is holding up that L like she is just telling me...Loser!...and Chandler, oh, don't even get me started. She looks just like Nick Nolte in his mug shot. The hair. Its killing me.
And then there was this one in the stack. This is me (on the left) and one of my best friends from high school, Dea, (on the right). October, 1995. Dea came home from University of Miami for the weekend and I had missed her so, so much. See, I was just a senior that year. And she had left me for Miami, FL. Far, far away. So anyway, there we are...in my room...how I loved my high school room. Do you see all of those fantastic Beatles and REM posters? I was one of those lucky kids that had parents that didn't mind that my room was PLASTERED with crap on the walls. And the ceiling. But nevermind that, can you believe my hair???? Oh how I miss that long, long hair.
2 comments:
I guessed the right girl in all the pictures! I think I can tell them apart! How did that happen? What sweet little quirky angels they were!
What a blast from the past! They were and are still such dolls. And, damn, your hair was long!
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