I hate pictures of myself.
I really, truly, do.
Much more comfortable behind the camera, I’m the one that takes the kids’ school pictures every year, carries my camera to all the “functions” and “festivities”, and makes sure I have plenty of memories of everyone there.
Although, there is an exception to that rule.
Most of the older pictures of me growing up, I have no problem with, because I see it as “someone else that looks a lot like my kids”. And so, today, I’m going to show you some of my pictures from the time before the moon. (i.e. 2 million B.C.)
This is the picture that my friend, Mark, thinks looks like Tabitha from Bewitched.
Maybe this next picture would work better…
First grade, and wouldn’t open my mouth to smile, because I was missing too many teeth in front.
Yep. I was blonde for a few years. I blame it on my mother. She was a platinum blonde most of her young life. But I grew out of it eventually.
But not in time for 4th grade.
This was the first year I got to wear glasses. I was so happy.
I was so young and stupid.
I grew out of that, too.
Skipping right over the awkward pre-teen and horrible-hair years….
And going straight to graduation!
By the time I’d graduated, my hair was brown, and half-way down my back. That was pretty much the last time I enjoyed having my picture taken. And see? Finally got all my teeth.
Now? Whenever someone snaps a picture of me, and gods above and below forbid, post it to facebook? I quickly “untag” myself. blech. But I suppose, there’s one I can post here, to just show you that I am not blonde, nor even brunette anymore…