Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You-My UGLY Year

You guys are so sweet to come back week after week to link up or laugh at these old photos. Who knew we all had such a dark past?  You can read all about Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You or you can just click the links below for a good, old fashioned belly laugh.
I saved this picture for a rainy day.
It’s from my UGLY year.  Did y’all have one of those?  
It was the transitional time between little girl and teen.  I was awkward, gangly and growing out a home permanent. Difficult times, people. I remember the day well. It was my sixth grade school picture day.  
{Prepare yourself because it is frightening:}

Are you off the floor from your hysterical laughter?
I’ll give you a minute.
Or twenty.
Okay, seriously. You can stop laughing now. I have feelings too, ya know.
My perms took very well on the top of my head, crown area, as you can see. I was a big tucker and shoved it behind my ear. I was going for the slicked-down ‘fro, I suppose.  I remember wanting it to flip up in the back. 
The horror.
My mom made my dress. Another shocker. I know you were thinking I bought that lovely purple piece at a fine department store.  Not so, my friends. Was I the picture of fashion or what?
Remember the little button earrings of the 1980’s?  I had them in every color. 
Because I was special.
And lastly, the teeth. My family refers to my pre-braces day as my corn-on-the-cob teeth. I guess my little teeth reminded them of niblets.  I come from a long line of good, kind people.
Okay. Hurry. You, go, because this is just embarrassing! (Plus, I need to call my Mom and ask her if ‘helmet hair’ was stylish or a form of discipline).

Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You-Fall, You Are Such a Tease

It’s that time of the week again! Welcome to Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You.  Are  you tired of this carnival yet?  I hope not. Just when I think my picture barrel is running low, the old digital albums, they do provide.
I love fall. It’s my favorite time of year.  I love the harvest colors found in nature. I love the falling leaves and acorns and the bright orange pumpkins that adorn our world.  I love the crisp, cool weather—
Wow. I really got caught up there for a minute and then remembered, I live in Texas!  We’ve had a crisp morning or two.  But by noon, they are long gone. We’re back up to hot. Plain, old, hot. 
I’ve decided that fall is such a tease.
I’m tricked into it every year.  I decorate the day after Labor Day and try to induce a fall mood. Every store in town is peppered with gourds and pumpkins, Halloween costumes and even Christmas decor, which I find very irritating by the way.  Stop rushing me, k?
I stumbled upon this photo the other day and it took me back to one of the first day’s of fall, last year.  It was mid-November.  I’m telling y’all, Texans play pretend fall for months!
My sweet son is wearing a knit hat I brought him from Washington DC, where I met my precious new niece.
I picked up a couple of knitted items from a little Russian lady at an open market.  She was in her 80’s and her disfigured fingers still aptly worked the needle.   Who knew my fondness for Russians would explode?
On this day, I took dozens of pictures of my children.  I kept this one for one reason:  the snot slipping from my son’s nose. 
Don’t ask me why.  (I’ll tell you anyway, I know it’s cool outside when that boy’s nose begins to run! His nose knows).
I think he’s beautiful, don’t you?
So, c’mon fall, surprise us this year.  


Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You-A Velveteen Pregnancy

Welcome to Sincerely ‘Fro Me To You! I’m so glad you’re here.  It wouldn’t be as fun without you. And I mean that in all sincerity.  My week is a lot funnier when you play along…not that I laugh at you or anything.

After a couple of years of marriage, I got the itch.
You know the one.  
I wanted a baby.
We scratched that itch for about a year with no luck.  We started infertility treatments and continued down that painful road for another two years.  {Sidenote: A special thank you to my hubby for putting up with my multiple personalities during this time.  One medication in particular, caused out-of-body experiences in which I laughed at things that weren’t funny.  In public.  Fun times, I tell you! }
We were on staff at a church during that time and were bombarded with advice on conceiving, including but not limited to my very favorite: “Have you tried a coffee enema yet?”
Um, no.
Once we exhausted our insurance, we started down the road to adoption.  We proved we would be suitable parents with our HIV tests and Home study.  And then we waited.  And waited.  And waited, some more.
That’s when I got pregnant.
And please do not say it was because I finally relaxed! 
With every pregnancy symptom I experienced, my hubby would cheerfully say, “Aren’t you excited?”
Um, yeah, let me wipe the vomit off my chin.
Hip, Hip Hooray.
I had a great pregnancy and gained more than 50 pounds, but less than 100.  As I neared my due date, I had one outfit that fit nicely.  One.  It was green and velveteen.

I went 9 days past my December 31st due date.
I burned that horrid velveteen outfit.
And I’m pretty sure right before my hubby snapped this picture he said something like, “Aren’t you glad you’re getting huge?  That means a healthier baby!”
Hip, Hip Hooray.

Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You-BIG Giveaway Today!

We have a winner!  Thanks everyone for joining in the fun and for being patient with Mr. Linky! Congrats to Twice Blessed Mommy!  You now own an adorable ‘Mom’ swatch watch!

Welcome to this week’s ‘Fro Me! You can read the carnival guidelines here.

This is a special post-hurricane edition and in honor of surviving Ike, today I am hosting a very special giveaway to remind you of the fun-loving 80’s. This great eBay store is offering one of the linkers today an awesome SWATCH WATCH! ($65.00 value). She actually sent me the special ‘mom edition’ Swatch to mail to a winner and it is fabulous! Before you link up, hop over there and look around Sue’s great store and tell me what you like.

Before we left, we tried to clean up our yard a little. 
Our kids even got in on the action. And because I am ruining this show from an iPhone and a farm, I am sharing recent photos. But let’s be honest, I will never get around to scrapbooking them. 

Give your kids a rake, six inches of hurricane debris and it will provide hours of fun!

Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You-If Darth Vader was Their Father

*UPDATED TO ADD* I forgot to mention that you don’t want to miss next week’s ‘Fro Me To You because I have an AMAZING giveaway from the blessed 80’s.  I’m SO excited about it.  And it’s just for linky participants, so your odds are very good!
Thanks for joining me today!  Some call this a circus, others call it being thrown under a bus, I call it home (a.k.a. Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You.) Read guidelines for joining here.
A year ago, we visited California on a family vacation.  We visited the beautiful beaches and the streets of Rodeo Drive. We also visited Disneyland.
And although I have dozens of ‘Mickey and me’ photos, there is one that I hold dear.  This framed picture graces both of my children’s dressers. Because I don’t want them ever to forget—–how they would look if they had been born to Darth Vader:

While I held our baby, my hubby and older kids stood in a long line to to ride the Star Wars ride.  Santa brought all six movies a couple of years ago and so you could say there are some avid Star Wars fans in our home.

I waited in the gift shop since the ride emptied there (very clever marketing).  I couldn’t help but watch people line up behind the camera with the blue screen in the background to see what they would look like as Star Wars characters.  It was so fun.
So, of course, my kids wanted to give it a shot.
You don’t even want to know how much we paid for those little souvenirs!
But as you can see, it was really priceless. And I think my Princess Lea and Luke Skywalker are better than the originals!

Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You-The Ride

Hi, y’all! Welcome to Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You! I’m happy you are here. You can read the guidelines here if you want to link up.
Last week before school started, we decided to have one last hurrah with our kids. I kept our destination a secret, but my hubby kept dropping clues. He had so much fun teasing them, which reminded me that the role of child #4 in our home, is currently being filled.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Once we arrived at ITZ, an indoor amusement park, my daughter headed straight for this ride:
We’ve driven by this place several times and my kids have dreamed about going into the fun-land. Once, we even got out and went inside only to discover that the entry fee was awholelottamoney. And then we left and went to see Chuck E. Because that’s how our budget rolls.
But this, this was real. We were inside and my daughter (who has never actually ridden a roller coaster before) decided this was her day.
She paid and she got in line. We stood at the roped off area and watched her.
They opened the gate and the brave partakers grabbed a seat. My daughter sat down and clenched the hand-grips. I leaned over to my hubby.
“She doesn’t look good.”
“Oh, she’s just nervous, she’ll be fine,” he replied.
As the employee walked around and made sure the seat belts were secure, my daughter started motioning frantically at us and shaking her head, ‘no.’
“I’ve changed my mind,” she whispered grimly. “I can’t do this!”
I urged my hubby to go rescue her. He encouraged her and instead talked her into staying on the ride.
I didn’t feel great about this. I’m all about conquering fears, but this ride spins around unmercifully and since my hubby barfs on these exact kind of rides, I’m thinking it could run in the family.
The ride started and the look of fear grew on my child’s face. You know how most kids are afraid and then they do something and conquer their fear and are all the better for it?
Yeah, that wasn’t happening.
She was looking green and frail and I started looking around for an umbrella.

She staggered off the ride and her eyes were full of tears. “That was horrible. I don’t ever want to do it again,” she said.
“Well, now you know,” my hubby said, patting her on the back.
I hugged her and apologized for not getting her off that ride before it started. I felt really bad!
She looked at me and said, “Oh, no, Mom, I’m so glad I rode it. I’m just more glad that’s over and that I’ll never do it again. But now, I can say I did it.”
And I could really relate. On so many different levels.

Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You-Bathing Beauty Part 3

Hi, Y’all!  Welcome to the 3rd and final week of Bathing Beauty’s.  This is week 3.  And to be honest, I have no idea why I’ve posted these photos.  But once you humiliate yourself, it only gets easier. 

That tip was free and it was sponsored by my pride that is no more.
You can read about this weekly gathering of people with un-scrappable photos here.
I’d completely forgotten we had a hot tub on our back patio until I saw this picture.  And yes, I am laying on top of it.  Because if anything, I’ve always been resourceful.
And I look exactly the same as I did in Part 1 and Part 2 because it was the same day.
It’s called a wardrobe change for a photo shoot.  And I know you are thankful I only had three swimsuits or this could go on until Christmas.
Anyway, our hot tub, which was for medical purposes only, was awesome.  
Sidenote:  Mom, I don’t think I ever thanked you for hurting your back, which in turn caused the insurance company to partially pay for our hot tub.  It really helped me out in the popularity area of my life. So, thank you.
And I’m also glad that this pose spares you a full view of me in a bikini.  
And before I slap up Mr. Linky, don’t forget that tomorrow (Friday) is the first annual Sizzling Summer Vacation Spectacle (I will be hitting the publish button at 10:00 p.m. tonight (Thursday).  *Hint, Hint*)

Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You-Bathing Beauty Part 2

Welcome to “Sincerely (Humiliated) ‘Fro Me to You!” You can read all about this crazy carnival here.

I’m so glad you’re here, especially after last week (Want to know why I’m sharing these terrible photos, read last week’s post).  You may rethink your decision to stop by after you see this week’s Bathing Beauty photo. But I am here, as your humble servant, to make you smile, laugh, roll-on-the-floor.  
It’s good for your health.
I thought I would end summer with a bang. 
Let’s talk about this photo, shall we:
1. The Black Bar-I used my mad photo editing skills to cover up the inappropriate cleavage produced by my eager elbows. This is a family show, after all.
2. The Hair-It’s ghastly, but my ‘dookie’ roll is in fine form.
3. The Expression-I remember posing for this picture.  I was going for sultry, sexy, stunning!  I look thoughtful, don’t you think?  
4. The Bathing Suit-It was one of those one-piece bikini’s. Remember them?  My Aunt bought it for me at Miller’s Outpost and I felt very grown-up in it.  Look how tiny my tummy is!  When my 35 year old tummy saw my 15 year old tummy, it wanted to throw up! 
5. The Hole- See the little hole cut out in the fence post behind me?  My ingenious Daddy did that so our little toy poodle could leave the patio area and go potty in the grass.  We call that Southern Engineering and while it doesn’t have anything to do with me modeling my gorgeous swimsuit, I thought you’d like to know. 
You are welcome.
Now, you, go: