My Childhood Memories

(All pictures may be clicked upon to be made extremely large so that you may scrutinize my youth.)

I was rooting around to find some pictures of the cutest little jean shorts in history when I came across this book. Now. This book has some evidence, hard evidence that I was at once a very scrawny, no eyebrowed freak that vowed to beat up her sister better.
I was also very concerned with the names of the horses that I rode at camp, thunder and apparently my father's work ethic. Oh, and the plight of the Africanized Honey Bee.
A smart child with high goals (see below), I was bound and determined... to run up the street and back... three times.
I am sure that the course of my life would have taken a different path if someone would have just given me a goddamn sandwich already.
I had hobbies that included: dressing up the family cat in festive hatware, giving my mother baleful looks of indignation and cutting off my eyebrows with my mothers cuticle scissors.

Pictures 12/29/06

Picture of Galen 11/30/06 in the snow in Dallas.


And of our beautiful Christmas tree. It is the first for Mister and I since we have been married and even before.
Pay no attention to the cord and the tree skirt that is missing a tassle. For whereabouts of missing tassle, please see the above picture.

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You guys do not even KNOW how excited I am to present to you... In all of her bi-level cut glory... Debra Jean! Ta DAAA!

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Hi, my name is the Fake Olivia Newton John... anyone want to get Physical? And yes, I do attract gay men, thank you for asking.

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Um, headband anyone? And why was my mother letting me stand on her couch?

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This entry was sent with the following information: Here goes. Note the muu-muu (I was living in Cameroon then) and the realer-than-life Robert Smith imitation. Shame the hair doesn't stand out more.

Caught it just in time.

Lord, Lord....
::sigh::

I thought that you were special. That you were different. That you weren't like the others. That the sand fleas of spammosity wouldn't darken your doors and portals of bloggerville.

I was wrong.

So, ya'll in like .20347 seconds I got slammed with so much spam that my head started to spin, and yes even though I do want my penis to be larger and the fact that I am looking forward to earning my degree online... those are of no consequence.

I had to enact the word verification on the comments.

But still... please, come sit awhile, enjoy... and spammers? You go to hell and you Die.

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C'mon Slackers!

I have received a few pictures from those brave at heart. I am waiting for the other slackers to catch up before I start posting.

And don't worry; I'll be among yee of the big hair.