So we have all been playing Kristens
little big Blog Carnival. So far no one has gotten hurt. That is until today, today I am gonna throw myself out there. Gonna throw myself under the bus before Lisa someone else gets a chance to do it for me. Before I do that though, lets just take a trip back. Back to a day when people would dress me up cute, and I had chubby cheeks and people thought I was just the cutest little thing.
I give you Lisa and me at Christmas one year, I believe maybe 1975??
Then here is Lisa and myself playing the piano. Look how lovingly she is looking at me. I mean look at those checks, how could anyone not love those cheeks. (we do not know how she got the black eye either)
Then here we are doing, oh I don't know really what was going on in this picture. I'm just watching her stand there in her purdy dress.
After a few years they started letting me make my own hair decision.
Bad choice people.
Can I give you my advice on this situation? Guide your children along, don't let them go all willy nilly on you and think they can get their hair cut like Donnie Osmond. It will haunt them for the rest of their adult lives!!
So here is hair trauma number one. This was during my Donnie Osmond phase.
This is my nephew Caby Baby (thats what I have always called him) and my younger sister Robin. She has all that naturally curly hair.
Which brings me to hair disaster number two. :(
I wanted to have curly hair. Everyone else was getting curly hair, so why couldn't I have it. Well I'll tell you why I shouldn't have gotten it. I was to young to know how to fix it!!! Where were the adults in this situation??? Why didn't anyone stop me??? The most burning question though is who took me to do this???
I'm sure you can pick me out of this line up! I would be the one who looks like she stuck her finger in a light socket. So the answer to the burning question who took me to do this??? Well her name starts with an L and it sorta rhymes with pizza.
***Update - After talking with Lisa she says she did not do this. No she did not give me the perm, but I remember her taking me to get a perm. She says our mother took me to get this one. I don't remember that so if she did I blocked the memory from my mind. So sorry Lisa if I said you did something that you didn't. You still love me though :o)***
(Oh and see that guy in the striped shirt beside me, well thats one of my other nephews Gabe. He is on my blogroll as Gabe One and Gabe Two. With the exception of me and Robin, all the kids in that picture up there are our neices and nephews. Yes I am an Aunt to neices and nephews pretty much the same age as me, give or take a couple of months or years.)
**Just so you all know, my sisters and I, all get along fine. We just like to pick at each other. :o) **