A Little About Me

Here's just a few things about me, for those that would like to know. 

I was born in the mid-80s.  Thus had some awesome fashion trends for elementary in the early nineties.

Like the ginormous bow on my head--made my my mom.

At the time, I had always wanted the mile high bangs, but just went with the slicked straight back/ stringy perm look.

This is my 4th grade picture, and if you look close you can see I did my hair myself with all those bumps poking between the thick gel crusted streaks of combed hair.

I was a "bun head" growing up.

So obsessed with ballet, I wrote (probably when I was 10 or so) with pen on the arm of our 80s suburban "pro ballet is my future".

My dad was furious and my family still teases me about it.

(I'm the one on the right)

Luckily that wasn't my future in the end.

I danced until I was 16 when hip fractures took me out of the ballet world, which was devastating at the time because I'd allowed it to become my identity and life.  But it was probably one of the best things that happened to me looking back, and was a big turning point in my life.

I was a shy kid, especially at school.  I suspect some classmates may have wondered if I was mute.

Unless I knew you really well and was in a secure group of friends--then I was the one who wouldn't shut up.

Steve Irwin "Croc Hunter" impression with my friend's pet ferret.

NOTE: The ferret did survive my evil looking grasp.

At a slumber party camping the summer before 9th grade, the host's dad told me he'd take me home if I couldn't be quiet and go to sleep...I was on a roll with Steve Irwin impersonations that night.

I did get to stay and wasn't taken home in the end.

I was kind of a loser in high school as far as dating goes.

The few dates I did get asked on, I'm pretty sure were initiated by the boys' moms. 

I was never asked to prom.

I did, however, have a pack of guy friends who I was really close to.  Like brothers who would just walk in our back door at any hour of the night to get a bowl of Cocoa Pebbles.

Despite feeling like Marla Hooch minus the athletic skills in high school, I got married.

I had planned to most likely be an old maid, so it was quite exciting when the man of my dreams some how fell in love with me.

We were actually best friends for a while, and I was totally in love with him.

But I'm taller than Rhett and so I worried he'd never like me, which was confirmed by my dad when he said I was a giant, and he would never like me. 

But to both my dad's and my surprise, Rhett finally held my hand. 

I eventually found out he was pretty much in love with me, and had been for a long time too, but thought I wouldn't like him because I was taller.

I also have really ugly fingers.  Maybe professionals could make them look better, but I have super short nail beds, and bulbous globs of fat at the ends.  As a kid my friends would call me frog fingers.  My husband calls me pads.  My fingernails have to grow at least 1/4" just to get to the end of my fleshy bulb finger tips.  So my nails are short, and pretty ugly which is why we have this awesome, awkward photo from our wedding.

Which brings out another point that I'm really low maintenance.  I didn't get fake nails for my wedding.  (Or even have a reception.  My dad offered cash or a reception and I took the cash.  He loved that.) 

So the photographer put the groom hand on top, and carefully cropped my troll finger tips off for the cliche ring shot.