Here's a cute little picture of me in kindergarten, 1968. All my life, I've never forgotten this shot below in first grade (1969) when the photog asked me to say "peaches" and he snapped the shot at the "ch" sound. If you're trying to get a kid to smile, don't tell them to say peaches. It's scarred me for life.
Mom, what the heck happened to my hair? Did I fix it myself? After all, I was in second grade and very capable. My grandma crocheted that groovy vest for me, but who is responsible for the hack job on my hair? Hello, 1970!
Who knows where my third grade picture is. We moved so often, changing schools, that I might have missed picture day. Next is my fourth grade mug shot. I must have sworn off bangs by then. Thank goodness for those plastic barrettes to deal with the in-between length.
Notice how every year I wore green? Yeah, it's been my favorite color for as long as I can remember. I don't have an actual school pic of me in fifth grade (Christopher's current grade), but here's a shot of me with my best friend, Ellen, in 1973. I was taller than everyone in my class.
So today I'm 46. Woohoo! I've been married to Kelly for half my life now, we got married when I was 23. On this day, I want to express my thanks to everyone I know and care for, for being my friend or family member and being a part of my life. Some of you didn't have a choice, but in any case, "I love all y'all!" And for all you youngins', there was a time that foot rugs as wall art was very stylish, as you can see on my wall in my bedroom here. Very in.