Oh Why O, Oh Why O, Did I Let You Shave My Hair-O

I didn't originally plan to do this, but as I checked out FADKOG's blog this morning, I was inspired. And after having been through my pictures a couple of weeks ago for a facebook tribute to 15 years with Bonehead, I knew exactly where these little tasty doodads were tucked away. So inspired was I, that I ran to my scanner and began to work on this little dandy of a post. Thanks to an idea birthed by Stiletto Mom and Blissfully Caffeinated, I am sharing with you a blast from the past. It's the Flashback Friday Prom Picture Event...

PROM PICTURES!!!!

Oh yeah, fasten your seat belts because I'm going to lay some prom pictures on y'all. I know that technically, my proms were both in the early 90's ('91 & '92) but really, must it be that they were in the 80's in order to be embarrassing? I'm pretty sure I'm about to prove that I think not. I'm an equal opportunity embarrassing prom photo believer.


This is a picture of me and my date at my Junior prom. Please note that my double chin did not just magically appear after I had my boys, I was blessed with the double - if I didn't smile, it might not be so prevalent, but that's like asking a rainbow not to be colorful. In general, I'm pretty chipper. Also, take note of my strapless dress, a perfect shade of teal green with sparkles and did I mention strapless? Because I truly knew how to rock a strapless dress, I don't think I removed my matching bolero jacket the entire evening. But there's something to note here that's even better than the chin addition and the bolero jacket I super glued on-

What-on-earth-is-up-with-that-hair? I'll share. A couple of months before prom (far enough before that prom wasn't even a thought yet) I allowed Bonehead to shave the bottom half of my head. Howie Mandel shave. As in with a razor and smooth as a baby's butt. By the time prom was on the horizon, I was busy trying to grow it out and there wasn't really a whole lot I could do with it. No sirree, no fancy french twists for me. It's a little hard to see from the picture above, so I've included a bonus photo below of me and my best friend at prom.


This is the side view of the lovely hair. I had sideburns, aren't they just lovely? Sideburns! Every time I see this photo, I immediately think the words mutton and chop. And this is my best friend, who I still love to this day. With permission, I am now going to share with you my best friends date to our Senior prom.


Ta Da Da Dah! Bonehead! Yes, he went with my best friend, and to make things even more interesting, that long haired dude with me in the first photo was Bonehead's best friend. Oh the days of teenage drama, you seriously couldn't pay me enough to go back and relive that stuff. Let's skip ahead a year to my Senior prom, shall we?


Me and the same long haired dude at my Senior prom. He didn't want to go, his mom made him take me. Please note the french twist you can not see, complimented by my look of constipation. In this photo, I am a shapeless black blob with no figure, and the bottom half of my body has completely been sucked away by the nothingness. We were all cool and rode motorcycles to this prom. My lovely date here ditched me and left in search of beer for the hotel room we had rented for us. I pretty much begged him to stay, because I wanted a date a whole lot more than beer, but he refused and left. I spent most of the night in the bathroom crying my eyes out, and had to ride in the car with another couple we went with to the hotel room. I seriously don't know why I didn't just call my mom and have her come get me. Love does weird things to the teenage mind, I guess. At any rate, there was one high point to my evening.

Bonehead felt sorry for me and asked me to dance. I danced my very first slow dance with him that night. How sweet is that?

So there you have it. Embarrassing prom photos with all the drama behind them. Have I mentioned I'm actually happy to not be a teenager anymore?