A bunch of the ladies from some of the blogs I follow decided to do a link up called "I was a Senior Hottie."
Yep out there in the blogisphere there are a bunch of mostly moms posting pictures of themselves from their Senior year of High School. In my case that means 1993.
I made a pilgrimage to my dad's yesterday to dig out this little gem. I scanned the entire portfolio from the photographer for your viewing pleasure. Frankly, I don't think I look that different. I've got some spots on my face. My hair has changed to a few different styles, but it's BACK to this one (minus the bit of hairspray I have in my bangs.)
But to change the challenge up, I've made captions with a few of the things that 1993 Ali might have said and responses from 2011 Ali.
2011 Ali Says: Ah, cute 1993 Ali. You're never going to get a convertible. It's 2011 and you drive a minivan with dog hair and school papers all over it. Not to mention, you have to PAY for it. Your Maxima was free a la dad. You pay a lot for this minivan. Oh, and by the way, it has three child seats in it and your cup holder currently houses matchbox cars and a plastic bunny. However, it does have a DVD player (you don't know what this is because it hasn't been invented yet), but you're gonna love it because it's gonna teach your kids the ABCs and keep them quiet on road trips.
And in case you haven't figured it out (seeing that you're a C/D student and not that bright) you have kids. Three of them.
2011 Ali Says: Yeah...you know that boyfriend? You're gonna marry him alright. And because of this, your kids are going to be blond. You totally love him still. He's the best. But you know that football thing? He's an accountant. And you know that Marky Mark thing? Yeah...I think there may still be some abs in there, but they're under a rather large belly that is the product of late night Oreo-fests. Don't worry. You don't look so hot yourself so nobody looks at you like "how did that fine chick get stuck with that guy?"
2011 Ali Says: Don't get so attached to "Contrampo" kid. It goes out of business. However in 2011 you'll be buying most of your clothes at Costco because you can't take a trip to the mall by yourself. You carry your new clothes home in a cardboard box that also contains a 10 pound bag of rice and a 2-pack of weed killer.
2011 Ali Says: Hold on 1993 Ali, I need to stop laughing at you for a minute. Yes dear, they do grow. They get really big. So big you'll stand in front of the mirror and think to yourself "where have you two beauties been all of my life?" But then...poof! They're gone and here's the clincher: They're smaller than when you started out. Whoever told you that fed you a load of B.S.
2011 Ali Says: Wait a minute. I'm still laughing at you over the boob thing...First off, you're doing the families you're NOT babysitting for a service. You suck with kids. However, you might as well enjoy getting paid to watch kids now. Some day, you're going to have to pay someone several hundred dollars a week to watch yours during the day. Then they're all yours at night. And some nights they throw up. And every night they poop. And need a bath. And have to be fed. And then on some days (certainly not all)...you secretly wish you were all at home together so you could watch them for free.
I miss 1993 Ali.
And if you're new here...I certainly wouldn't mind having a few new blog followers...hint hint. This is Needy 2011 Ali talking.