Pictures on the run

I'm sure you got the same message. Yahoo photos was going to implode. I didn't really care. I hadn't looked at them in years and really, if any of my pics were that important, I'd have them saved somewhere. Then I received another message. Your Yahoo photos would be moved to flickr. So that was cool. I didn't even look at them as I'm, uhm, photo challenged for much of my computer day.

I looked at them last week.

Holy crap.

That's my dad and my two half brothers. Its a picture from 2003. As it is 2007, the boys are a bit taller and more grown up. But the holy crap part comes more from how I think of my dad and that guy in the picture isn't it. Here's how I explain it:

Every time I see someone I haven't seen in awhile, they're convinced I've lost weight. Right now its true, so I take the compliment. But, usually I'm at the exact same weight. It always strikes me as odd that people must think of me as so much bigger than I am. With that in mind, I don't feel bad that I hold a specific image of people in my mind when I think of them. But, Dad's picture above did get me thinking of how I see myself compared to how other people see me.

I'm the one in the cute white dress. I know there are a few people in this world who still see me as that wee one. That's ok. The family who see me like that are cool. I'll let that slide.

I think this is how people saw me in high school.

Based on the hair length I want to say this was from the 10th grade. No glasses though I always wore them...just never in pictures.

The sweatshirt doesn't match the button down shirt underneath but the barret in my hair does match the shirt. Yeah, that's how I rolled.

I cringe to think what shoes I was wearing. Thankfully those were spared from the picture.

But I am proud to say that I still have the sweatshirt as it bears the team of my mom's high school. Penn Hills in the house!

Yeah, its klassy...we bought it at Giant Eagle. For those of you not familiar with Giant Eagle, its a supermarket. Hey, even at a young age I could shop anywhere.

Here's how I like to remember myself from high school.
That was a scene from our version of "Godspell." To this day it was my favorite role. Our characters were self-made, based on characters you'd find on the Venice boardwalk. I was a lost teenager. (Heh, that was a stretch.) Though, my mom would have been horrified if I ever dressed myself like that in "real life," in one of the styles of '92: tshirt, striped tights, cut off jean shorts and Docs. From "In Living Color" to a high school stage near you. During the play I was able to perform a sort of sermon, a specialty of mine to this day as my dad's 2nd wife played one on TV.

And, I left the picture unedited since that hand on the left belongs to Elizabeth. Since age 11, she has always next to me.

From teens to the 20s.

Here's how I think of my 20s.

The picture doesn't show it well, but my hair is 4 different colors. I know it looks goofy now, but that was one of my favorite haircuts ever. And that shirt was the beginning of my designer consumption. (James Pearse for those of you playing along at home.)

1998 was a busy year as I was working at Bloomingdale's as a personal shopper and met that guy next to me, the one with the HUGE head, who was to become one of my very best friends.


So I guess that brings us to the 30s. Since we're just beginning I guess I'll find something recent, something you've seen before.
Where to next?

Better yet...how do you see yourself?