Awkward

In an ongoing attempt to publicly humiliate myself, I give you one of my top five most embarrassing photos of all time.


Feathered hair, which just doesn't work on curly hair, and straight-haired moms just don't understand that. Nice sweater vest. Nice upturned collar. Nice braces. Egads. . .

At least in the outtakes below, I went ahead and laughed at myself. I am sure everyone else was laughing at me. It is just painful, and in a million years, I will never forget how much those three years sucked ass.

I triple dog dare you to try and come up with a worse photo.

And It Begins In Earnest

Since Mike felt comfortable enough with himself to post this photo on his blog, I feel confident that he will still be friends with me after I post another of him.


Mike, not sure how I ended up with this, as I don't remember knowing you in middle school, and I am pretty sure this was taken in Savannah. Anyway, love the jams.

This is where I am going to apologize to any and everyone who had the misfortune of being photographed during my middle and high school years. I am up to that album in my scanning project. I have performed a preliminary appraisal of the photos contained therein, and IT IS NOT PRETTY. For any of us. Things are going to be pretty bad for a while. I'm talking Esprit outfits, big hair, bad haircuts, gawkiness, zits, my famous sausage rolls hairstyle, and the worst homecoming and prom dresses in history. (No, Matt and I were never married, but it looked like it in our prom photos.)

Dear God, this will be fun and painful, all at once. Kinda like life in general.