Apparently My 14 Year Old Self Wasn’t Funny

So, when I was fourteen my grandparents had their 50th wedding anniversary and we were all supposed to write a note. 

This album resurfaced at my grandparent’s 70th wedding anniversary a couple of weeks ago.

My aunts quickly scrolled the album looking for my comment and declared I wasn’t funny when I wasn’t 14.

The fourteen year old self that

had glasses

wore braces

just barely started shaving her legs

was a freshman in high school

liked a senior named Zeb

corn topped in the summer

babysat after school for a neighbor down the street

read books on how to train horses

was enrolled in drama.

I mean,

PLENTY of material to find amusing.

Oh, you want an excerpt from a journal entry, do ya?!

November 24th, 1997

I stayed home today.

I was sick.

I went outside to feed the horse and I came back and I was really hot! {Exclamation point seems a little much.}

Mom was doing my hair {OK, why is my mom still doing my hair, why wasn’t she like, girl, do your own dang hair! Why was I in a position I thought this was totally normal?!} and I about felt ready to faint.

I felt awful.

Then I had cramps. {Clearly time of the month cramps. Again, if I’m old enough to have a period, why am I getting my hair done by my mother?!}

So, I stayed home all by myself, the whole day.

It was great! {Totally appropriate punctuation.}

I got 2 important things accomplished: I started & finished a book & listened to all of the Christmas CDs.

It was a busy day! {<--why?!} I feel better & am going to one day of school this week! {<—yup, keep them coming}

Then, it’s Thanksgiving! I can have all the orange rolls to my heart’s desire. {This is actually a legitimate statement, my grandma made THE BEST orange rolls.}

December 13th, 1997

I wonder if things get easier as you get older? Probably not, but by then you’ll be married and won’t have to worry about the ‘guy problem’. I try to keep my spirits up. {What the heck?}

And for your viewing pleasure, pictures of me at fourteen:

Oh…AND I HAD A PERM!

This is Zeb:

This is me lifting my oversized shirt to show off my flanneled legs.

If I swore out loud, I’d be doing it now. I actually distinctly remember this dress, I mean, stuff like this is hard to forget.

I think this was my sister’s? Who is three years older and obviously more well endowed up top.

Bangs, braces, glasses, over-sized Mickey Mouse watch that plays the Mickey Mouse theme song AND It’s a Small World Afterall.

And I’m not wearing any shoes, for reasons that escape me.

I was wearing overalls when it was first cool.

Nevermind.

Overalls are never cool.

Adorable on toddlers? Absolutely.

Appropriate wardrobe for farmers? Of course.

Acceptable for socially immature girls who air quote guy problems and is a memeber of the club Future Homemakers of America {for all four years might I add}? Never.

They were cream colored, I wore a baby blue shirt underneath and topped it all with my knock-off Birkenstocks.

Did I mention I was the only girl on the Cross Country team?

For like, two years?

{That was the only way I held any records.}

I wore a track t-shirt, tucked into my jeans, with my athletic shoes.

Everyday.

And we wonder why there was a ‘guy problem’.

Oh, did you spy it too?

The scunchy?

This is a boy I liked when I was a Sophomore.

Until he decided to kiss me.

Then I realized I didn’t like him THAT much.

He worked at Blimpies and we ran track together.

When a girl learns to pluck her eyebrows, the glory behind mascara and figures out how to do her hair by herself…not too shabby.

Anyway, on to my current life where I have no guy problems but find it necessary to take pictures of my tomatoes.

Who knows anymore.

I mean, this thing is awesome, right?

Bennett turned four!

Elizabeth’s soccer game.

Bubbles.

Our bubble machine died.

Sooo sad.

Hot potato

My friend thought that we should submit pictures of our old homes to a magazine so I took photos of some of my rooms.

We MAY be potty training over here.

Last one!

Well, hope your day is amazing!

I’m off to handle my to-do list since it seriously took me all day to write this post.

Kinda fun though!

Katie