The highs and lows of parenting and real estate.

Garage Sale Rescue

My mother is getting ready for a massive, house clearing garage sale this weekend. She gathered the drips and dregs of junk she’s been holding for my brother, sister and me and called us each over to either take our crap, toss it or donate it to her sale.

I ended up taking home various newspaper clippings mentioning my status as a National Merit Scholar (the one bright, shining point of my academic career. Which I only achieved because it didn’t involve turning in any homework or studying. Or because I put my gum on the scantron and the computer got confused and decided I was ‘gifted’), 5 of my mother’s dresses she bought when she was at least 15 pounds heavier (so they totally fit me) and my second grade yearbook.

We're Jaguars from Jordan School, Orange and Blue, our colors will rule, we work at doing our best, we stand tall and pass the test! Math, reading, writing we know, help imaginations to grow... We looked over Jordan and what did we see? A school that's a great place, a school that's the right place, a school that's for you and for me!

Of note is the fact that apparently I was so very popular I couldn’t actually get enough people to sign my yearbook to make it look adequately full, so I had my best friend, Wendy, sign it three different times with three different writing utensils, my sister sign it five times and even my dad sign my yearbook.That’s right, my dad signed my yearbook.

Wendy's are circled in purple and my sister's are in red. I'm really talented at photoshop, right?

Also of note is the fact that a thick, straight bang was super in, in 1986.

Me on the bottom in the thick, pink glasses held in place by a glasses holder around the back of my head. Wendy is above me. I'm really good friends with Laura, next to Wendy, now, but back then she was really pretty and had awesome outfits and I was... well a BIG NERD. Not that I've completely grown out of that.

I know I could have taken off my glasses for that picture, but I actually think I made the right choice. The glasses kids who remove them just for school photos always look a little cross-eyed due to the fact that they can’t actually see the photographer and are just sort of staring off blindly into space.

I didn't think my sister should get away scott free from this post. She was always cooler (and taller) than I was. Even when I was 7 and she was 5.

I’d like to pretend it was all uphill from there, but you haven’t seen the perm years. I could have actually passed for one of the Jackson 5 in 5th grade (I also had a really deep tan that year).

 

6 Responses to Garage Sale Rescue

  1. Absolute Gold.

  2. I miss Glasses Mini.

    Daddy

  3. I always thought you were the prettiest, smartest girl in your class. Moms are totally objective, right?

  4. Also, is it just me or do I see a little bit of Colby in that picture of Sarah?

  5. I love that we’ve known each other since then. :) And I swear I have a very similar photo with bangs, sans glasses.

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