the importance of the past.

i went to my parents house today. and they are cleaning out closets and such - i grabbed a handful of photos and just... swoon.

my mom and dad young, us in the 90's, my perm, how big my head was (is?), how much i look like reese sometimes... all of it. i just love looking at old photos.

this only makes me want to PRINT all of my pics. like thousands of them.... so here ya go. have fun at my expense.

so here's a story of a nice catholic school girl.



and an accordion playing fellow lol


who fell in love.



my mom was/is sassy.


and then they had me. duh. and dressed me in fabulous 1980's attire.


and took me to the beach.


and gave me a brother when i was 2.

my gma in this pic.


and then i realized i look like reese.


then i grew up.


and got a perm.


and a sweet jacket.


and a 4th grade boyfriend whose sister's middle name is amanda after me.


and then my mom looked like billy ray cyrus' sister.



omg im still laughing. ill be finding more soon :) :) :)