Under the Arch

I was talking to a friend last night about twitter, trying to explain what makes it so great and I said, "Here, I'll show you something I posted today." and I showed him the twitter I made about dying my hair and he looked at me, somewhat horrified and said, "And 72 people read about you dying your hair, on purpose?" And I laughed, because when you put it like that, it's sort of ridiculous, but I still like it and every time I twitter something silly I'll think of the expression on his face and remember that 72 people are reading my nonsense. The internets are awesome. ;)

As far as Naked Mondays go...this week I'm feeling sort of naked already, kind of raw and exposed which, even with all the things about myself I share with all of you, it's just too much. I'm going to take a little break, just for a day or two, until I feel like talking again. I'm fine and I'll be fine, I just can't do this today.

For fun, and to keep you occupied, if there's anything you've ever wondered about me that I haven't already shared, feel free to ask a question in the comments and when I get back, I'll answer them in a post. Love you guys, mwah!

Yes, it's that time again...I get Naked and everyone runs in terror! Eeeeek! (Good grief, I'm a dork.)

Today we're going to talk about my eyebrows. Why you ask? Because I said so. Ha! I have very thick eyebrows which I blame on my father. His are scary and resemble caterpillars on his face. My poor brother got them too. I held him down over Christmas and went at them with some tweezers to show him how easy they are to maintain. (And how it doesn't hurt THAT bad!) Why did I feel the need to tweeze my brother's face? Because no one did it to me and THIS is what they looked like until I was 26! Why?! Why did no one tell me?!

That's me in the middle, with scary eyebrows too big for my face and a ratty sweater that I wore every-freaking-where.

This is a closer view...me with an old high school friend, Travis. He's married and if I remember correctly, has a kid. Makes me feel old. sigh.

Something else that's interesting about my eyebrows...not that any of this is interesting, but you're the one reading it...if you've gotten this far...and well, it's my blog and I'll talk about my eyebrows if I want to! (I've lost it, it's ok....deep breath...starting over.)

Anyway, I can do THIS....

I was unpacking this weekend (yes, I'm still doing that) and came across some old photos of myself that were kinda fun, so think of this entry as show and tell.

That's me in the middle, my senior year in high school...my god, look at all that hair! Yes, I was a scrawny little thing, and no, I'm not anymore. I wore that sweater practically every day until it disinigrated in protest.

This one isn't of me, but I did take it. It's my nephew, Hayden, at about 2 months. He was such a great subject and made all kinds of funny faces for me.

This one is me, my brother, Jared, and our Dad at Niagara Falls. We look like stairsteps..if my Mom weren't taking the picture she would have to stand to the right of me...I got the tall genes. As soon as I find the rest of the pics from this vacation, I'll post them for the "reminiscing about when I had the money to take vacations" part of this blog which I have been sadly neglecting so far.

This is me...I'm one. I was actually blonde originally, but it went away in grade school...the chubby thighs...didn't.

This is my kindergarten photo, one of the last cute school photos. I had a really loooonnng awkward period.

This is me and my brother, Jared at Holiday World in Santa Claus, Indiana. I was in high school when this photo was taken, but I'm not sure on the year. We went to this theme park several summers. I'm still this much of a dork, maybe worse.

Dorkiness runs in the family..that's my brother, Jared at Niagara Falls again. We were on the Maid in the Mist boat, the blue ponchos were supposed to keep you relatively dry, but I think they make quite the fashion statement. I'm sure Jared agrees with me.

This was in high school again, my senior year...also at another theme park..Six Flags St. Louis this time. That's my old buddy Travis...it was raining, so this is how we entertained ourselves. Gah, again with all the hair and the eyebrows. Would you believe that I put off taking care of that until I was 27?

One last one for the night, this was taken in Texas on a church trip when I briefly flirted with organized religion. (And apparently both of these guys.) That's Travis again and on the other side is Billy, both of whom are happily married. (still with the hair and in this photo you can tell that I had no boobs)