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1 - I have had to wear my sunglasses two days in a row now. This makes me feel…well, sunny.

2 - Lindsey watched The Breakfast Club AND Pretty In Pink with me last night. Both of them withstood the test of time and are just really great movies, I’m happy to say. I was afraid they would seem silly, but they totally weren’t, 80s hair/clothes notwithstanding. I wanted to be Molly Ringwald so bad when I was a teenager, lipstick trick and all. A small bit of trivia: I bought the Pretty In Pink soundtrack when it came out, on cassette. When that wore out, I bought it on CD, and now, I have the whole thing on my iPod. That’s probably not trivia OR exciting, I bet.

3 - We had emergency situation the other night, when the girls and I found ourselves huddled in a semi-circle staring at the spider in the corner of the kitchen. After much discussion that didn’t really include anything about actual spider removal, we gave it a very wide berth and went to bed. The next morning I came downstairs, where I discovered it had caught an even larger spider and was chowing away. This was good and bad, because while it had caught another, BIGGER spider, it was still THERE, right by the cabinet that holds the plates. I’m not touching it. It can wait until John comes home. You think I’m kidding, right?

4 - I’m really just writing this so my pictures wouldn’t be RIGHT THERE anymore, not because I really had anything to say.

5 - Now I’m going to see Cloverfield with the girls.

Tschuss!!

Recently, the flattire boys posted some old school pics, and upon viewing them, I immediately said, “hey! I want to copy them and do it too!”

So then I promptly forgot about it, because I do that. Until this evening, when I remembered the whole copying thing, and went to search out my yearbooks.

Well, I couldn’t find them, because looking for them would have entailed getting in the crawlspace where all of our crap is, and crawlspaces = spiders, so. However! I did find Bag o’ Really Great Pictures, chock-full of old and unflattering shots of me. I pulled out, let’s see…29 that I felt I HAVE to share, eventually, but just not right now. No, first I want to post my 1st - 9th grade school pictures, grades 10-12 having mysteriously vanished. They are a treat.

Sorry about the GINORMOUS images. I couldn’t resize them without the text getting all wonky. So, extra-bigness! Yay!

1st - 5th (I started the first grade in 1977, btw):

Unfortunately, the cutest of the lot (2nd grade) has an unfortunate spot right on my nostril that looks sort of boogerish. Which it is not. The flannel in 4th grade was fairly representative of how my mom shopped for me that year–as if I was a boy. I have never been fashion-forward, by any means.

I don’t know why, after three years of taking them off for pictures, I started leaving them on, but…nice glasses, 5th grade me. I might as well have been wearing a windshield on my head. Also, if you look close enough, you might see that I had…bifocals.

6th - 9th:

Hot damn, 6th grade me was a BABE. It’s unfortunate I started wearing contacts that year, I think the glasses really added to my allure.

I’m pretty sure my 7th grade hair qualifies as a mullet.

My 8th grade picture has always been my favorite. My earrings exactly matched my shirt. I was so proud of that fact, and of the homemade earring (singular) in my freshman picture. Yeah, I took a whole bunch of random pendants, and threaded them on a paperclip, and that was my earring! I was so hardcore!

Okay that’s it for now.

Tschuss!!

When I got done putting groceries away tonight, I turned to the next task: the messages on the answering machine. One was me, telling Taylor I was heading to the store after PT. One was Tay’s friend Becca. The third was John’s boss, asking me to call him back.

I called, and when he got on the phone, he said, “oh, thank you for calling me back. Umm…are you doing okay?” “Yesss….” I replied, wondering why he was calling and why my stomach had butterflies. “Well, I hate to say this, but…” “What?” “…I need you to mail John’s service dress* to him for the award picture. Also, I wanted to make sure you had my number, in case you need anything.”

…you can’t be mad, girl.

I know, know, know he called with the best of intentions, but godDAMN don’t start out a converstation with “umm…are you doing okay?” My poor stomach.

Anyway. I graciously thanked him for his offer, and when we hung up laughed a little at myself for being so jumpy.

John left for Balad yesterday, by the way. The girls and I saw him off at the terminal and came home and I got dinner together and evening stuff underway and didn’t cry until the girls were away from me, doing homework. These first few days are the worst, because you know they’ll be gone long enough to get a little used to having the whole Cal King to yourself. And you think, “I can’t wait to tell that story…oh.” And then you get into a routine, and they get into a routine, and before you know it three weeks have gone by and that’s almost a month, and after that it’s all just a countdown.

160 sleeps.  That’s nothing.  Really.

Tschuss!!

*our fancy uniform. not actually a dress.