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I sent this photograph in one of my letters to Ross this past weekend. I thought he would get a kick out of it. That is me, age 17, with Ross’s dad at his Navy boot camp graduation.
There are so many things wrong with that picture, I don’t know where to start, but I will go with the most egregious. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? I don’t look like that! (Look at the sidebar at the photo of me taken by Morgan several months ago. Is that the same person? I rest my case.) Why is my mouth so BIG in that picture? Was I scared? Did I know this photo was going to be on the internet someday? Or was I about to swallow a whale?
And those clothes! You know those are Jordache jeans and that I got that blouse and jacket at either the Clothesline at the strip mall or at Nordstrom’s (just two of my favorite places to shop when I was a teenager). I was such a clothes horse. And it was such a waste of time being a clothes horse in the 1980s. (See the shoulder pads?)
And I weighed 112 pounds. My mother was a fabulous cook right up until she bought a Venus de Milo figure salon in Buena Park, California, in the 1980s. After that, she became a health nut and I never saw butter, cream, cheese, or salt again. (Don’t I look like I’m starving?) I worked at her salon, too. When I showed up. Lesson to you: Never hire your teenage child if you own a business. They will just call in sick and go to the beach because they know you won’t fire them.
And my hair! And the makeup! Let’s not even discuss it.
I told Ross that I thought his dad looked like a total dork in that outfit but that I was sure he would look ADORABLE in his.
I also told him that if he showed that photo to anyone, he was to tell them that was his dad’s old girlfriend, Thelma.
And by the way, I lied about everything at the top about that being me and I was 17 and all that.
That’s Thelma. She was a 30-year-old hooker he picked up on liberty weekend. And by the way, what is wrong with Thelma anyway? HER MOUTH IS SO HUGE!!! Is she about to swallow a whale?
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You made me laugh soooooooooo HARD! my daughter is up for the night and I was sharing Chickens in the Road with her, when I glanced up and saw ” THE PICTURE ” trust me, we ALL have THOSE pictures, Loved the story.
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I’m sure Ross will get a kick out of the photo.
When I used to look at old photos of my parents from the late 1940′s my Mom would say, “That’s when we were in love.” ROFL
I’m glad you’ll see each other soon at his boot camp graduation. Take care, from KY.
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I see that Ross’s dad spent a lot of time getting the rim of his sailors cap to curl just right. I understand that when the cap is issued it is stiff and straight and it is up to the individual to work the edge into a soft curl.
I’m glad you showed us a picture of Ross, Wesley, and Morgan’s dad. As Connie Rogers said, you can see the resemblance between Ross and his dad….Wesley, too. Morgan, I think, favors you.
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It will be great to compare pictures from then and when Ross graduates.
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and i have to agree [with other commentators] – the eighties didn’t suck that much [and i get tired of people deriding the eighties - i had a great time and looked good doing it - as you obviously did] and your mouth doesn’t look huge – it is actually a better smile than the one you are masking in your sidebar.
i am all about down home and being natural but you discount yourself on how pretty you are in the pic’ from boot camp.
i know you are divorced – but you look a heck of a lot happier in the boot camp pic’ than you do in the sidebar one.
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Take a picture of you and Ross standing side by side. Be fun to compare.
What does Morgan say? I am sure she will get a kick out of the clothes which I like BTW!
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Ah, shoulder pads……well, yeah, they do look dated, but this round shouldered gal wouldn’t mind their return LOL!
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Don’t be so hard on yourself, We all look dorky in our old photos!
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The 80′s were my best dressed era – nothing like a open collar shirt tucked into jeans and a white jacket.
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You were gorgeous then and you are gorgeous now! What a totally cool pic and memory–and now,your boy is re writing history!
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We’re older now and wiser. The highs may not be as high, but the lows aren’t as low either. A gorgeous picture of a more innocent time in your life.
All is not bad. Now, who cares if I wear a red hat with a purple dress?! That’s the upside of “aging”. We find comfort in who we are, not what we have to wear and whether or not we’re “trendy”. At 57 I’ve reached the age of “who cares”? I don’t have to fit in someone else’s mold. I don’t have to wear what others say is “chic”. I can be my own person because I know who I am. I’m no longer a child trying on “outfits” to find myself. I can just be ME! Though, I do always strive to be my best self – kind, caring and happy.
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Ross will love the pic!
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