Self portrait & flashbacks

Is it self portrait Thursdays or Self Portrait Fridays? Anyhow, here's a nice blurry picture of myself from a few weeks ago. It was Friday night, I was buzzin' and thought I'd try my hand at taking my own picture. Again. I just love my new glasses, they fit my face well. So well in fact, that I don't mind that I probably won't be able to afford laser surgery for another 20 years. I'm still waiting to make sure ALL the doctor's are experienced enough so that I can go to a moderately priced doctor without having to worry about my eyeballs disintegrating after the procedure. I'm also waiting to see the effects (if any) laser surgery will have on the eyes of those who have had it done recently...I know of at least four people.



So my brother found some cute old pics, scanned and emailed them to me last week.

Okay, what kid doesn't love a filthy sandbox? Especially while wearing a nice pink dress? I couldn't sit in it, so why not put my hands in it? And my face practically in it?



I can just hear my mom,

"No honey, you can't play in the sandbox with your pretty dress on... OH for God's SAKE! Get your hands...get your FACE OUT... Oh hell, I need a picture of this!"

Then there was my discovery of music... That's my brother, Eric.



"Wow...I LIKE this! Oooohhh..." *zoning* *zoning* *zoning*

'Kay, that's it for my break. I have to finish work so I can go home. I'm tired.