Skip to main content

Flashback Friday

5th grade.

I played the clarinet.

And apparently I was good.

Because I got to stand in the back of the band and play a duet with my friend Lana, who played the flute.

I also had some screamin' socks, which looked particularly good with my white cork heeled sandals.

And that A-line ruffled skirt? Wowza.

Fashion aside, what I really want to tell my fifth grade self is to stand up straight. Why am I hunched over so? I look like an old man...

(Watch for Flashback Friday on a more regular basis, because I just found time to go through old photo albums this week... and I scanned a bunch of winners like this one... Hooray for Flashback Friday!!!)

Comments

  1. Anonymous8:10 AM

    I think you look really cute. You are just bending over to see your music.

    ReplyDelete
  2. KJP4:41 PM

    I will forever remember you as a cheerleader....

    :^)

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

I love it when people talk back...

Popular posts from this blog

Look at this!

Happy Birthday Cathy! , originally uploaded by Pink Paper Peppermints . All of these sweet bloggy friends threw me a cyber-birthday party! How fun is that? Thank you, dear friends. I am touched. It's really just what I needed today. Sweet Tanya even made me a cake. If you want to follow the party around cyber-space, you can go to Melissa's blog to see everyone who is participating.
13 comments
Read more

Getting to know you Wednesday

So it's been awhile. But I thought hearing from ya'll might cheer up my little snow encrusted Spokane self. So today, if I get at least 12 comments, I'll randomly pick one and send that lucky commenter any CD from Your Music . Whatever you want. So today, in light of mid-winter doldrums, I want you to answer the following three questions. To escape mid-winter doldrums, I like to: My favorite winter memory is: I know Spring is coming when: Okay, friends. Now it's your turn. Go to it.
12 comments
Read more

The floodgates have opened.

So, I was doing pretty well managing my emotions. I kept telling people that I had processed a lot of my grieving over Tejan's departure back in January - when we were so close to saying goodbye... and so that must be why I wasn't feeling overly emotional about it this time around. I hadn't shed any tears. Hadn't choked up in that strange, overwhelming way where I feel like my whole head is filling up with fluid and my throat is so constricted I'm just sure I'm going to die. Nope. I was doing just fine. And then I went out to dinner with some girlfriends. And while I was a little socially inept because I'm a kind of overwhelmed and not really wanting to talk too much lately (perhaps in subconscious fear that I might touch on a nerve that would cause my aforementioned steely resolve to crumble) I thought I got through the evening fairly well. I didn't tear up - or need tissue for any fluids defiantly leaking from my facial orifices... until I made the a...
11 comments
Read more