Mini-me

These are a series of pictuers of me growing up.

I've just got to laugh at this one. Here I totally understand why my parents called me Yoda. Look at my ears! *laughs hystarically*

This is my old dog Rupert & me. He's really cool.

This was my first dance picture. Baby Acro, then ballett, then Tap, Jazz, then advanced acro, then broken leg, then no more dance.

Rah! Rah! I...don't think so. Talk about a forced smile. One of those many times when I just smiled and nodded and went along with what my mom said.

Don't ask me what I was looking at, I have no clue. I could have been watching the Wuzzels for all I know. For everyone who didn't grow up in the 80's, the Wuzzels was an awsome cartoon put out by Disney.

Me and my little sis. Kendra. It was about 6:30am and I was eating a bowl of Cheerios when she waddeled up and held her mouth open, wanting me to feed her my cereal. Well I ended up giving her a few bites. And like a little dog that won't go away, she kept asking for more, by holding her mouth open. She ate most of the cereal. And I never again gave her food when she asked for it, because I'd be left with none.

"and you want what?" When I saw this picture this is all I could think.

I just look like I did something bad and am extreamly thrilled about it. *he he* All that's missing is a sinister laugh.

My sophmore year, about two weeks after I got out of a sling. I had pulled a muscle in my shoulder and missed half of the swim season. That was my last year. I couldn't take the rediculus politics.

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