Before I get to the part of my life where I bring in my DH, there’s a lot of backstory to go through…well, quite a bit. I’m short on pics right now (especially decent ones of me once I improved from geekdom)…but I’ll post those tomorrow once I have access to my bedroom (DH is snoozing now).
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In the beginning there was me. And I was cute (seriously, check me out with my brother at 10). I was little and cute and very much what K is probably going to look like in about 7 years. I was happy, popular, and relatively outgoing – but a bit of a crybaby. I danced all the time, took many classes and by the age of this picture I was teaching little ones to dance (yes, seriously).
P.S. Not the JELLIES on my feet! Yay for the 80’s!!

Then in sixth grade something very strange happened. The most popular girl in school decided I was a nerd. She told everyone…and that was the end of me. I was picked on constantly, and I wasn’t even truly geeky yet. But within the next two years I did it all. I got braces, glasses and zits like mad. Janet must have been psychic…or it’s true that you come as you believe.

Shortly thereafter I met Kathy. She was my bestest best friend. She was REALLY cute and VERY popular…but she didn’t go to my school. I met her at a campground – she was the cousin of my parents best-friends kid (you got all that?). After I met her I did something very very stupid in an attempt to be like her…I had my hair cut really short and permed…just like Kathy. Oy, you can see the sad sad results in this other picture (LOVE the HUGE glasses…don’t you?). This was a very bad point for me…ALTHOUGH I was happier than I had been for 3 years because of Kathy. She was genuinely nice and genuinely liked me. Our friendship lasted for YEARS.

The next year the hair grew out and I started to come out of the zit zone, and was actually looking halfway decent. This was me, Kathy…and my cousin, obviously:

That same year I fell in love with Mark. He was fi-ine…but he was dating my BFF (of course, the cute one) Kathy. I got his BFF Eric…who had a big nose and wasn’t a good kisser. Mark and I developed a close friendship, close enough that he used to write me from boot camp. We never dated, and I’ve since learned that he got married and had 6 kids and got fat…but back then he was fine and I SOOO Crushed on him!!!

And we moved to Indiana my freshman year of high school. New school = new hope? But does the hope pan out? Possibly…but you’ll see tomorrow 😀