Saturday
11Nov2006
MY, What Big Teeth You Have And Other Tragedies
Y'all ready for this? It's worse than war photos of injured Iraqi children. Truly. Since arriving at Mom's house I've been confronted with unfortunate photographs from my past. Last night I was knee deep in remnants from back in the day. Some photos should be put away forever.. Or posted on the internet for all and sundry to mock. Photos such as this:
1984

The awkward years and THE worst photo of me ever taken. How did Mom let me outta the house with that do? It must have been an unfortunate incident of self-scissoring is all I can come up with. But please don't mock the dress. It's a particularly beautiful example of Polygamist Mormon wear.
QUESTION: What would ever possess me to post such an atrocity?
ANSWER: I get emails accusing me of narcissism and such. Perhaps this will go far in explaining my penchant for taking photos of myself and photo-shopping away the zits that ravage my chin on a semi-permanent basis. If you once looked like this, you would embrace photo-shopping in much the same way. Moving on...
This is me in my ninth year of life.

The hair is a bit better but can you hear the ear splitting scream of those teeth crying out for a pair of braces? I certainly can.
Fifth grade
Hmmm.. Again, the hair has come some way from the partial mullet but those teeth have all but given up hope on ever meeting a pair of braces. Let us now venture to what I can easily say is the second worst photo of me ever taken. Was I trying to distract from my teeth with the frantic explosion that is my hair? When your hair doesn't fit in the picture frame on either the sides or the top, you know you've done something wrong:
Sixth grade
Sweet Jesus! The hair is a shellacked mass of wrong. If those bangs don't claw your eyes out, the blue eye shadow will render you blind. Isn't this fun? Let us skip forward a few more years:
Ninth grade
FINALLY! Someone got wise and wired some metal to those gigantic buckers that are also known as teeth.. In case you were wondering, that giant expanse of shiny skin dominating the photo is known as a fivehead. As opposed to a forehead. Shit, I think we can safely call that enormous skin canvas a six or sevenhead. But I AM wearing a Ralph Lauren Polo shirt and really, that was all that was important. Well, Ralph Lauren and the fact that I was, like, a CHEERLEADER! That made me SO much better than you!
The pep! The passion! It's amazing to behold, isn't it? I know it's hard to tear your eyes away from such cheerleading spunk, but we've got high school dance photos to marvel over! Like this one:

The braces are finally off! But is that a retainer, folks? It certainly is! Forget that though. Feast your eyes on that beautiful mass of permed hair. Jesus says girls aren't pretty unless they've long hair, you know? And look at those matching outfits. Just ADORABLE!
Rockin' the big sleeves and the floral print in the archetypal Mormon ensemble. Jesus would be so proud! That sassy ponytail is so becoming.. I particularly like those two chunks that hang sexily in the face. LOVE IT!
Homecoming
Big Homecoming Hair. That is all.
The hair swept to one side? I'll have you know that was a trademarked "sexy look" in my high school years.
Junior Prom
Someone needed an intervention with The Fake Bakers Anonymous crew.
We are the coolest! All dressed alike in our GAP overalls. We are, like, the most popular, coolest girls, like, EVER! Everyone wants to be just like us!
Graduation 1995 - Evidence I am scholarly and such
See? At one point I was a productive citizen. I know, I know.. What happened??
The Bad Family and their promiscuous dog Spliffy
College - 1996
Rockin' the platinum scene in college. I look like Gwen Stefani, right? I am totally walking in the spiderweb, RIGHT? Platinum? Not so much. How about brunette:
1998
Okay, maybe brunette wasn't working either. Now I'm raging against the Mormon maching and cutting off all my hair. Because, like, I'm totally going to be a news anchor. Do I look official? Do I look cute and sassy like Meg Ryan? No? What did you say? My head looks like a giant pumpkinhead? Girls with hair thicker than donkey hair should probably not cut it off, you say? It tends to stick out. A lot. Yeah, you're right. I should probably grow it out. After all, Jesus does like long hair:
The awkward growing out my hair in-between phase:
Longer and blonder and looking a bit more like the heathen that I am:
But I'm tired of lookin' at myself and I'm sure you are as well. More stories from the great Beehive state to come.
1984

The awkward years and THE worst photo of me ever taken. How did Mom let me outta the house with that do? It must have been an unfortunate incident of self-scissoring is all I can come up with. But please don't mock the dress. It's a particularly beautiful example of Polygamist Mormon wear.
QUESTION: What would ever possess me to post such an atrocity?
ANSWER: I get emails accusing me of narcissism and such. Perhaps this will go far in explaining my penchant for taking photos of myself and photo-shopping away the zits that ravage my chin on a semi-permanent basis. If you once looked like this, you would embrace photo-shopping in much the same way. Moving on...
This is me in my ninth year of life.

The hair is a bit better but can you hear the ear splitting scream of those teeth crying out for a pair of braces? I certainly can.
Fifth grade
Hmmm.. Again, the hair has come some way from the partial mullet but those teeth have all but given up hope on ever meeting a pair of braces. Let us now venture to what I can easily say is the second worst photo of me ever taken. Was I trying to distract from my teeth with the frantic explosion that is my hair? When your hair doesn't fit in the picture frame on either the sides or the top, you know you've done something wrong:
Sixth grade
Sweet Jesus! The hair is a shellacked mass of wrong. If those bangs don't claw your eyes out, the blue eye shadow will render you blind. Isn't this fun? Let us skip forward a few more years:
Ninth grade
FINALLY! Someone got wise and wired some metal to those gigantic buckers that are also known as teeth.. In case you were wondering, that giant expanse of shiny skin dominating the photo is known as a fivehead. As opposed to a forehead. Shit, I think we can safely call that enormous skin canvas a six or sevenhead. But I AM wearing a Ralph Lauren Polo shirt and really, that was all that was important. Well, Ralph Lauren and the fact that I was, like, a CHEERLEADER! That made me SO much better than you!
The pep! The passion! It's amazing to behold, isn't it? I know it's hard to tear your eyes away from such cheerleading spunk, but we've got high school dance photos to marvel over! Like this one:

The braces are finally off! But is that a retainer, folks? It certainly is! Forget that though. Feast your eyes on that beautiful mass of permed hair. Jesus says girls aren't pretty unless they've long hair, you know? And look at those matching outfits. Just ADORABLE!
Rockin' the big sleeves and the floral print in the archetypal Mormon ensemble. Jesus would be so proud! That sassy ponytail is so becoming.. I particularly like those two chunks that hang sexily in the face. LOVE IT!
Homecoming
Big Homecoming Hair. That is all.
The hair swept to one side? I'll have you know that was a trademarked "sexy look" in my high school years.
Junior Prom
Someone needed an intervention with The Fake Bakers Anonymous crew.
We are the coolest! All dressed alike in our GAP overalls. We are, like, the most popular, coolest girls, like, EVER! Everyone wants to be just like us!
Graduation 1995 - Evidence I am scholarly and such
See? At one point I was a productive citizen. I know, I know.. What happened??
The Bad Family and their promiscuous dog Spliffy
College - 1996
Rockin' the platinum scene in college. I look like Gwen Stefani, right? I am totally walking in the spiderweb, RIGHT? Platinum? Not so much. How about brunette:
1998
Okay, maybe brunette wasn't working either. Now I'm raging against the Mormon maching and cutting off all my hair. Because, like, I'm totally going to be a news anchor. Do I look official? Do I look cute and sassy like Meg Ryan? No? What did you say? My head looks like a giant pumpkinhead? Girls with hair thicker than donkey hair should probably not cut it off, you say? It tends to stick out. A lot. Yeah, you're right. I should probably grow it out. After all, Jesus does like long hair:
The awkward growing out my hair in-between phase:
Longer and blonder and looking a bit more like the heathen that I am:
But I'm tired of lookin' at myself and I'm sure you are as well. More stories from the great Beehive state to come.





Nov 11, 2006
Reader Comments (19)
Anyway, I'm sure you don't care but I have to get my two cents in here. I think you look great with brown hair and also with shorter hair, even though obviously you don't think so. Oh yeah, and also with wavy hair.
Hope your trip has been pleasant.
PS. I can relate to the overalls (why was that cool again?), but are those RED LEATHER PANTS??? OMG. Like, awesome.
Thanks, that was fun ..
~wendy
You my dear, have some great pictures though. It's strange how we're always our own worst critics.
You were given allot in the looks department. It got better as you got older. You looked very career minded and sexy with your short hair growing out smiling straight into the camera with confidence photo. That photo says “I'm a news reporter" or I will be one in the near future... I wonder where you were when that photo was taken. You actually look like someone I would be incredibly attracted too. How frightening.
You were probably only a few years away from actually becoming a news reporter. You could have gone back to college at least part time for your broadcast journalism degree then earned a couple certifications etc. Who knows maybe you would have eventually been transferred to the big apple by another company. I wonder what your life would have been like…
…and you chose to go astray instead. Now you’re all corrupted. Look at where you’re at now. It’s not too late though... you can still do anything if you put your mind to it.
hehe
like the yankee say: michael and monica sitting ind a tree, K I S S I N. LOL
Why are we defined by our hair? You gotta admit, the number one thing we all noticed was the hair!
You look great and are growing old gracefully!
How is Utah doing?
Isn't it fun to look back and... shudder!? I hope things are going well in Utah.
Seeing you wear overalls just makes me want to burst with pride!