{"id":823,"date":"2007-11-06T13:25:00","date_gmt":"2007-11-06T18:25:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/tuesday-november-6-2007\/"},"modified":"2007-11-06T13:25:00","modified_gmt":"2007-11-06T18:25:00","slug":"tuesday-november-6-2007","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/tuesday-november-6-2007\/","title":{"rendered":"Tuesday November 6, 2007"},"content":{"rendered":"

<\/a> <\/font><\/span>Like I said, I’ve been tagged to post five random photos of myself.  Five?  Just five?  I mean, how can you condense 29 1\/2 years of living into five snapshots.  I paged through pages and pages of pictures.  Baby pictures.  Playing church on the steps with Christy and Beth.  Missing front teeth.  Birthday parties.  Moving from SC to VA.  Adolescent awkwardness (that brought back a lot of memories of BEHAVIORAL awkwardness .. please don’t ask my mom for stories) … college textbooks, term papers, and furrowed brows.  Chipmunk cheeks from oral surgery.  Travelling to Belize and falling helplessly in love with David Lee.  Parasailing.  Hot air ballooning.  Hanging out at the beach.  Sleepovers.  Pinning.  Being awarded highest GPA of the graduating nursing class (a moment I spent three years working desperately for).  Graduation.  Travelling to Paraguay and Ireland and Belize.  CCU days.  Dating.  Getting married.  Pregnancy.  Baby days.  Working on our new house.  <\/font><\/p>\n

I still don’t know for sure what caused me to choose the pictures I did.  Some of them are memorable life moments.  Some are simple moments in time.  Then again, some of the simple moments embody life, which is memorable in and of itself.  So here they are.  But don’t say I didn’t warn you.  There are probably 10 instead of 5.<\/font><\/p>\n

\"4<\/font><\/a> <\/font><\/span>4 months old.  Yeah, I came with hair.<\/font>\"bed<\/font><\/a> <\/font><\/span>And had issues with it forever after.  I wonder if Mom wanted to document what I looked like in the morning when she took this picture of Christy and I and our cousins, Patrick and Christopher.  Then again, maybe it was the cute pajamas.  Or maybe we were just particularly sweet in the mornings.  My face sort of belies that thought.<\/font><\/p>\n

<\/a><\/a>\"and<\/font><\/a> <\/font><\/span> <\/font><\/span> <\/font><\/span>There really isn’t anything that outstanding about these pictures (except maybe my dad’s rain gear); but I found the page fascinating because it is pictures of me the same age Adam is now.  I wonder if he could have changed Christy’s diapers.  Yeah, probably so since he can get the washer and dryer going for me.  And could he have “read” memorized books to Christy?  Most likely he’d say long made up stories about the “work job.”  He just put my panty hose on the other day so that one looks vaguely familiar.  Somehow I think I look like a docile child in comparison.  I hope some day I will look back at pictures of Adam when he is three and think he looks docile, too.<\/font><\/p>\n

\"assembly<\/font><\/a> <\/font><\/span>Every time I see this picture it brings out every ounce of oldest, assertive, capable sister in me.  I can just hear myself explain to you that, “well, really, Christy didn’t ACTUALLY comb Beth’s hair.  She just played with it b\/c Beth didn’t like how loose it was when Christy did her hair so when I got done I would usually just do Beth’s over again.”<\/font><\/p>\n

\"feeding<\/font><\/a> <\/font><\/span>I still laugh (check out my wide open mouth)and shudder at this picture.  Sheryl, Emily and I had just finished a fun sailboat ride and noticed these fisherman feeding some of their catch to a playful dolphin.  It looked like so much fun I asked if I could feed him.  They shared their fish. After I was done, they said the game warden arrests anyone feeding dolphins b\/c it’s illegal.  I sent furtive backwards glances all the way to car.<\/font><\/p>\n

graduation<\/font><\/a> <\/font><\/span>No explanation needed.  Unless you really want to know how hard I worked and how good it felt to do this!<\/font><\/p>\n

caulking<\/font><\/a> <\/font><\/span>painting<\/font><\/a> <\/font><\/span>My life for a very long period of time.  (No, Mom, you probably should not look at that second picture again.)<\/font><\/p>\n

\"hot<\/font><\/a> <\/font><\/span>Simple moments.  Happy days.  <\/font>\"Indian<\/font><\/a> <\/font><\/span>This summer I found poke berries.  They brought back so many memories of Sunday afternoon rambles with my family when I was younger.  We’d paint our noses with “Indian war paint,” pick flowers, identify birds.  The older we got the more we grumbled about leaving our books when Dad said it was time to go on a walk; but halfway through we realized we were having a lot of fun.<\/font><\/p>\n

And one more photo with the one I love most of all.  <\/font>\"the<\/font><\/a> <\/font><\/span>Isn’t he gorgeous?<\/font><\/p>\n

And now that I’m done, it really wasn’t so bad.  So with no ill-will whatsoever, I tag <\/font>Amy<\/font><\/a>, <\/font>Katy<\/font><\/a>, <\/font>Gina<\/font><\/a>, and <\/font>Jo<\/font><\/a>.<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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