so in the gorgeous adolescent pictures above you have me and my people celebrating february tenth. my mom always made me a funfetti cake, with red hots for polka dots and hand crafted pam-cakes icing (my mother's name is pam, just so everyone can understand all the nicknames i throw in here.)
i was such a beautiful youngling as you can tell. some great bangs, a nice gap in my teeth, oh, and i had this thing for most of teens where i was blushing all the time. but not like your normal blushing where you have this like, oh-i-just-took-a-little-jaunt-in-the-cold flush, a blush that was like a red rash on my face in the shape of a boomerang. i outgrew that but i still get covered in a heat rash all over my chest when i'm embarrassed or nervous...and when i get out of the shower...and when i'm in the sun....
my teenage years, like most, were marked with bad hair cuts, acne, clothing malfunctions, and learning how to be socially acceptable (still working on this.) and as i transcend them and move onto a much more, ahem, glamorous and sophisticated era in my life, i look back on my adolescence with fondess....i think?
here are the highlights:
1. i loved having braces when i was 13 and was actually sort of sad to get them off. i thought they made me look like the quintessential teenage movie star.
2. in middle school, i called my best friend every night and we planned to match our outfits the next day at school. and then when people called us out, we denied it acting offended.
3. i was a member of pullman panthers aau basketball team and was so bad at the sport. i continue to wonder why my parents paid for it. after six years of playing i would still consistently travel almost every game. and as afore mentioned in a previous post, i looked straight redonkulous in basketball shorts. not a good era for me.
4. my high school years involved being a manager for the wrestling team and also being very passionate about the ffa. don't you dare talk to be about singlets or agriculture. i am very well versed, you see.
5. when i was a junior in high school, my cousin and i tried out for cheerleading. i always wanted to be a cheerleader. the super fit kind, you know? at the first try-out we learned this all too embarrassing dance to "bust a move." i was not good at said dance. we didn't return for day two.
6. at the homecoming dance one year, i looked up to see my sister dancing with a guy in my grade. i then proceeding to try to attack him and my cousin literally held me back. it was like bring it on. i proceeded to do this to most of my sisters dates/boyfriends from then on. just lookin out, you know?
when i read this list i really hope those aren't the actual highlights of my teen years but they are all that i could think of on the spot. and i hope when i'm thirty my highlights will include a steamy make-out session with paul rudd (i'm sure brad would approve. and be jealous of me) and teaching my niece how to two-step (she needs to be a hit at her ten year old birthday parties, you know?)