A priceless picture - absolute proof that I did grow up white trash. The funny thing is I had no idea I was realy white trash at the time. Holy moly. How many cars could one family need? I guarantee that only half of them were operational. And my dad there, with the lawnmower - it must have been early into the summer, because he barley has a tan.
This one is from my wedding shower. This one makes me giggle. Nevermind the acid wash jean jacket, just look at the expression on my face. See what is in the box? I believe my face is saying, "Who the fuck bought me a vaccum?" LOL
And the last one. I saw it and immediatly remembered the day. It was picture day in kindergarden (that would have been in 1975). I vividly remember that dress. I was so proud of that dress. I remembered hating that haircut though. My mom used to wack it off - I used to beg her to let me grow it out. You cannot take a little girl with a face like that and cut her hair short. It just isn't right. Put me in a pair of glasses and I am Ralphie from "Christmas Story".
