Anyway, I'm in Kansas for a family funeral today, which sucks. (The funeral, not Kansas. Kansas is actually rather nice.) It's cool, though, that I saw family that I don't ordinarily get to see, because we're a huge family and we live all over the world (literally.) Especially since most of my cousins are older than me, which means most of them are married and having ADORABLE children.
(Side note: I love kids. Kids are awesome. I'm going to have five thousand of them. Probably.)
It also means that all the aunts and uncles were comparing the current toddlers to various family members when they were little. There was this big family picture at the memorial service of the last time the whole family was together - which we figured must have been taken 14 or 15 years ago. My cousin Peter is in it, who I don't remember because he died when I was too young to really know him. And my brother is just two or three, sitting on my grandpa's lap with this look of 'I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE AND ALL YOU PEOPLE SUCK.'
It's definitely a nineties photo because my dad is still rocking his full beard, and my mom's shirt had shoulder pads in it (wow) and my Aunt Jodi has some seriously bad glasses going on (you know, the kind that probably double as shop safety glasses.) And there's Joelle, over on the side of the picture in a plaid dress (dress!) and tights, posing like a friggin' supermodel. Yes. Posing. Mom tells me every time the photographer snapped a new picture I struck a different pose. Keep in mind I was maybe five at the time, and already a complete diva.
I can't figure out how to get that picture on here, but here's a similar one I'm sure you'll like:
Elementary school. We'd just done 'A Midsummer Night's Dream.' I was the fairy queen. Yeah.
Wanna guess which one Joelle is? (If you guessed the one with ramrod-straight posture and the flower tiara, you guessed correctly.) Good Lord. I guess I really was born that way. Once a diva, always a diva.
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