Homecoming, Tolo, Prom, OH MY!

 

Kelley and Emily are hosting this hilariously fun bloghop! The point behind this, I believe, was spurred by a debate about high school and if you'd go back and live through it again.

My choice: Heck no! Although there were plenty of good times, lots of growing up, and I'm still close with friends from high school (actually since elementary school), there's just too much stress and drama that I would never willingly repeat.

But scanning these pictures was hilarious! The hair--perms and mullets! The shoes--velvet pumps and boots! The nylons--do people even wear nylons anymore?! Anyhow, I hope you get a chuckle out of these cause I sure did :)

Freshman year Homecoming--first dance, first heels, first strapless dress. Wow, was that ever nerve wracking!

Freshman year Tolo--Phil ended up being a groomsmen in my wedding. My husband went to this dance with another girl (no biggie, like I've said before, I didn't like-like my husband in high school) and we all met up for pizza and to play whirlyball (think bumper cars meet la crosse--yeah it's crazy).

Freshman year Prom--fell asleep in the limo on the ride home, great date huh? I couldn't help it, we had a track meet in 90+ degree weather on the other side of the state that day, having to bust our butts to get home and attempt to look decent enough for my first ever Prom. I'm sure it wasn't how Jeff imagined it would go.

Sophomore year Homecoming, Tolo (can't find the pic), Prom--Ahhh, my first high school boyfriend, our first dance together made it "official". And I swear I am not an amazon woman :)

Junior year Homecoming, Tolo, Prom--I like the sitting down one, I don't look so humongous :) I was in a car wreck a few weeks before Homecoming this year. I broke the rear passenger window out with my head, not a pretty picture. Anyhow, I remember it being a big deal (what high school girl wouldn't think it was a big deal to get her face all jacked up just before Homecoming?) cause people were gossiping a ton about it and then having to get pictures taken, blah blah blah--the insecurities of high school, another reason to never go back.

Senior year Homecoming, Tolo, Prom--Yay, another sitting down picture! I dated the same dude for three years. We were a Ross and Rachel by this year, not even together by the time Prom rolled around so I'm not entirely sure why we went... I vow to convince my daughter not to date the same guy for all (most, too much) of high school. I know it's not the best motherly advice to tell a teenage girl to date lots of different guys, but spending all that time with the same one seems like a waste to me now. That part--for sure--I would not repeat.

Another Senior year Prom, different school--I worked with Mark at McDonalds and another guy from his school asked another girl from my school (both of them also worked at McDonalds) to the dance--just as friends, but the guys went all out and it was fun :)

So there's a snippet of my high school experience through dances. Hmmm... now wondering how much of this I should go back and delete cause I'm not painting a very nice picture of myself... there's probably a lesson in there somewhere... oh well. It is what it is and I am who I am, probably one of the most valuable lessons I finally learned by the end of high school ;)

Would you go back to high school again?

Got Green?

 

Thanks Mark Koopmans for the fun Blog O'hop!

At first I wasn't going to do this bloghop cause I didn't think I had anything Irish enough to post about. Then I got to thinking and realized, why yes, I have enough Irish blood to claim some GREEN after all :)

1. My Grandma Dorothy's maiden name: Cronin (Dad's side)
2. My Grandma Irene's maiden name: Dwyer (Mom's side)
3. I have fair skin. Fortunately in the summer I can actually get a tiny bit of a tan, certainly not super tan, but I'm not that lovely blue-white color.
4. The older I get though, I realize my tan isn't much of a tan but more of a string of connected freckles. I used to only have the ones dotting my nose that would fade away before springing back up the next summer. Now, my face turns into one giant freckle thanks to the sun. But it does look like a tan!
5. My hair used to be really blonde, not toe-head blonde, just blonde. The older I get, the more the red streaks come out. Not sure yet if I like them or not... 
6. And probably the most predominant Irish thing about me is my feisty streak. I can still hear my Grandma Irene tell me how ornery I am.
7. Since seven goes with luck and luck goes with Irish, I'll throw in one more. My kids have their own personal leprechauns--Cort's leprechaun's name is Lenny and Quynn's leprechaun's name is Lucy. They've made leprechaun traps this year and love to tell stories about what they'll do with Lenny and Lucy once they catch them. I hope to keep Lenny and Lucy around for at least a few more years :)

So I guess there's a bit of Irish in there somewhere!

 

What bit of Irish lives inside of you?

Do you have any St. Patrick's Day traditions?

Knock, knock!
Who's there?
Irish.
Irish who?
Irish you a

Happy St. Patrick's Day!