A few months back I shamelessly blogged about my stunning 80′s attire and cat shirts. I went through a few more photo albums at my parent’s house when I was home for the holidays and I’m willing to shamelessly share even more horrific duds with you!

I’ll start easy and point out the pigtails and crimped hair. See the doll in the background next to Amanda? That doll looked a lot like me except it had more fashion sense.

I USED TO WEAR PINK. I wish I could find these nifty blue stockings and a giant pink bow. Amanda’s leg warmers make me giggle.

Unicorns: the mythical creatures that only belong in books.

Scottie dogs and red tights. I thought only men over the age of 75 were allowed to wear plaid shorts and suspenders.

Were you expecting more cat shirts? Alright, I will oblige. How about a whole litter on my sweatshirt?

I like the photo below because for the first time ever, Amanda’s shirt is more lame than mine.

The cat on my pajamas is The cat’s pajamas.

As I got older I got craftier so I started using puffy paint to decorate plain sweatshirts. I made this floral number while perfecting the “I’m going to murder somebody” look. I was also colouring in a Barbie colouring book.

The next picture was taken on school photo day in 4th or 5th grade. Mom did my hair Reba McEntire style. In case you were wondering why I didn’t go into professional modeling, I had a hard time looking natural while posing. I don’t recall which photo was inside my locket necklace but it was likely a picture of my cat, Torrie.

Around 6th or 7th grade I started to find my own style. Unfortunately, that style was sweatshirts and stretch pants- EVERY DAY. I didn’t own a pair of jeans until around 9th grade.

I also found an old photo of myself looking fairly disheveled. I don’t recall why I’m dressed the way I am, why I have a black eye or why I’m holding a sign that says “Niagara Mohawk People”. I’m open to suggestions and stories as to what you think was going on.

My mom, cousin Squiddy and I went to Bill Grays when I was home. Mom told me to refill her cup with diet soda while she went to the bathroom, but I put root beer in the cup instead- totally on purpose. She hates root beer. We’re talking spittin’, cussin’ fightin’ words hate. I love her reaction. She was mad, of course and I should have known revenge was coming.

On Christmas Eve she put tabasco sauce in my Shirly Temple.

Squiddy just turned 12 and when she told me she likes to make crafts found on Pinterest I couldn’t have been prouder. I’m more than happy to pass along my Miss. Martha Stewart title to her. She made Bob and I these awesome wine charms!

This is Paco’s birth mom, Dorothy! He looks a lot like her.

Bob sent me an e-mail yesterday:

Bob: Can I get this?

Bob: Oh stop. I have a Monsters Inc. WALL! Manhood is gone.

Resolutions resolutions. I resolve I resolute I vow to make a few self-improvements. (Seriously folks. What word would you use to turn “resolution” into a verb?) I’m not going to set a weight loss goal but I do want to get back to running. I done got crazy and signed up for another 5K in April.

I also want to give more in 2012- more random acts of kindness.

Did anybody bother making real resolutions?

Bob and I spent 6 days in Rochester and we were crazy busy. I actually didn’t take many photos since it felt like we were constantly on the go so this post will be random to fit the few pictures I have.

It has become somewhat of a tradition to go to Flag’s with my high school friends. Christy is 7 months pregnant and sporting an adorable little belly! I sat next to her during dinner and pretty much kept one hand on her bump the whole time trying to feel Baby D move.

On Christmas Eve 4 years ago Amanda and I forgot to leave a treat for Santa and he left a note reprimanding us:

This year on Christmas Eve, Santa dropped a hint that he’d appreciate chocolate milk and a mini Milky Way candy bar to be left by the fireplace. His wish is my command! Doesn’t every 20-something still leave treats for Santa?

Santa read my post about Fabulous Fashion and had his elves make a cat sweater for me since I only wore cat clothes as a child.

I was partaking in ugly sweater parties decades ago. I wasn’t wearing it to be ironic, either. I still can’t believe I got someone to marry me.

I also had a Rudolph dress made of sweatsuit material. Hey mom, nice denim jumpsuit!

Amanda and Luke hosted lunch on Christmas day and this year was a little less wacky tacky. They splurged and purchased ice this year instead of packing coolers full of snow like last year. Amanda assured me they would have used snow again but it was a warm, green Christmas.

The hosts had some new decorations this year. Do the pinwheels look familiar?

I love my silly family.

My friend Jen won the pay it forward Target gift card. She bought some toys to donate to Toys for Tots and she also bought canned goods to donate to a church food pantry near her home. The food pantry helped folks in her neighbourhood last year when it was hit by a tornado. I love how she turned the good deed back around from an event that was literally in her backyard. What comes around goes around!

Way to pay it forward, Skip! (Jen is on the right)

Bob and I didn’t want to do a big gift exchange for the holidays since we just had a lovely weekend in Steamboat Springs for our anniversary. We set a limit of $20 so we’d have to be creative. I was so proud of what I came up with for him. Have you seen the Obol? It is the never-soggy cereal bowl. Bob never puts milk on cereal because of the sogginess so I was pretty impressed with myself for finding it.

Wondering what Bob got me?

My charmer. Now is a good time to tell ya’ll he’s sat on me and farted on purpose. Remind me again why I married him. Oh yeah…

Once you get past the fart part, you’ll see the main reason for giving me a fistful of cash. He gave me 2 days to spend the money on other people and Bob said he’d help me out. Melt my heart. I love giving stuff to folks in need and he was going to help me!

The next morning I bought a Starbucks coffee and I gave it to an older woman panhandling in the freezing cold. I offered her sugar packets to put in her coffee and she said “no thanks, I’m sweet enough!”.

For my next good deed, I contacted Growing Home to see what items they desperately needed for their food pantry. I was told the families have been asking for baking supplies to make Christmas cookies. I totally support children baking cookies for Santa, so I headed to the grocery store. Bob helped me drop off the goods.

I still had some money left over so we went to a local diner for the early bird specials. We do this a few times a year and I like to pick out an elderly couple or person dining by him/herself and anonymously purchase their meal. An older fella was sitting in the booth next to ours, all by himself and reading a newspaper so we decided to buy his meal. We sneak out before the folks know their meal has been paid for.

By not giving me a tangible gift, Hubster thought of the perfect gift for me. Random acts of kindness are the best and I was happy to share some of those random acts with Bob. Now that cereal bowl I got him sounds pretty lame, no?