Why you should never agree to a makeover

left to right: Rosemay, Britton, and me. Notice the dramatic color contrast from neck to face.
Okay, this is Fall 1999 in Rexburg, Idaho. I was at the grocery store when this lady from Georgia walks up to me and says, "oh ma gawsh! You have to let me give you a makeover. I'm a Mary Kay consultant and I just love yer face!" I didn't know whether or not to be flattered or insulted by someone wanting to give me a makeover, so I reluctantly consented and told her she could come over to our apartment. Of course, she forces Jamie and Britton to do it with me. Maybe it was the bad lighting in our basement apartment, but she gave us bright red lipstick and really light foundation and we ended up looking like a Geisha. Doesn't even look good for almost 10 years ago. Not even close. So then she wants to take our pictures to enter us into a makeover contest where we could win a cruise and other things like that. This picutre is us politely letting her take our pictures, but we were laughing so hard that our eyes were squinting and our faces hurt. She probably thought we were laughing because we were having so much fun girl bonding. It was hilarious. Good times. I think we have a before shot of us looking "miserable". I'll have to find that. This was on Jamie's blog and I laughed so hard at the memory. We had a good time with this one.

baby shower

Thanks to everyone who attended my baby shower. It was great and I had a really good time. I especially want to thank my sister in law Emily and my friend Suzette for putting everything together for me. Thank you also for allowing me to have a shower without any games, at my request. I really appreciate the wonderful food and the time everyone took out of their day and schedules to come party with me. I am curious to know, if I send this link to everyone who attended, do I still have to write Thank You cards?

Poor, Poor Collin

None of my friends believe the story I am about to tell you. See this poor, sad blonde little boy on the left who looks like his father is shunning him and wants nothing to do with him? That is my sweetie, Collin in kindergarten. This is the story behind the picture. Poor little Collin had cowlicks all over his poor little head. His dad thought that getting a perm would solve little Collin's problems. When the subject of perming Collin's hair was brought up to mom, she flatly refused sensing the emotional damage her youngest son would suffer his whole life. So, while mom was in the hospital having her appendix removed, Collin was at the haridresser's. He can still remember sitting underneath the haridryer on phone books. While in the hospital, mom was greeted by SideShow Bob, aka Collin Webster. At first, she laughed, thinking Collin was wearing a wig, but reality soon set in that this was in fact her child. Poor Collin. He was teased and shunned by his schoolmates. Dad said he would drive by the playground and Collin would be sitting alone in the corner with no peers to play. Every time this story is told, it gets sadder and sadder because Collin suddenly remembers details from those few months he sported a perm. My heart goes out to all those kids whose parents gave them crazy hair. I too have my own tragedy that involves a Gheri curl and a 2nd grade picture. We'll save that for next time.

Family Pics continued

I didn't have room for Grams and Papa Bart so I gave them their own section. They are great in-laws. They are also a very good looking couple