Well, I'm back. It's been a while since I've posted. I'm sorry if I've let you down. Don't you just hate when you get so excited to check all your usual blog stops only to find no new posts? Maybe that's just me and my compulsive checking habits. Anyways, last week Josh and I housesat for my parents (i.e. took care of the dog). For some reason, their computer was acting up and neither of us could get internet access on our laptops. So, I wasn't able to update. It was probably a good break though. I'm coming back refreshed and ready to blog.
Monday is my dad's birthday. 54, I think. His Sunday school class was putting together a video of his life and asked me to gather some pictures. I love projects like this! Of course, I agreed and began the search. My mom's "craft closet" is upstairs in a spare bedroom and holds all of our family picture albums. What fun it was to look at the life of my Dad as he was growing up. I wondered what he would have been like as a little kid. How he would have talked or walked or laughed. It's so hard trying to envision someone I've always known as an adult as a child. But I had fun trying. Then there were the pictures of he and my mom while they were in college, at their wedding, on their honeymoon. How fun would it be to go back in time and double date with them? Weird, but fun.
As I went through countless albums, of course I came across plenty of awkward pictures of myself growing up. So many times I wonder: Mom, what were you thinking letting me go out in public looking like that? Oh well, I guess everybody's past is filled with bad haircuts, big glasses, and horrendous outfits. This picture caught my eye because in it I'm holding my beloved Cabbage Patch Kid (CPK), Yolanda. Man, we had some good times together. A few of my blogging friends Sunni and Simri have recently posted about their CPKs so I thought they'd enjoy this pic. Here's to Yolanda...and mushroom haircuts.