Narcissism (photos)

May 14

Here we are at Momily's, in Poplar Branch, North Carolina. It's a tiny town on the coast, on Currituck sound. Pretty lovely--right near the water. There's more to say about that, but this entry is devoted to a different subject: Me.

(So what else is new?)

Meg wanted to see pictures, and Mom obliged. Here are a choice few, in all-too-chronological order:

Here I am in the snow in Missouri. Note the breadbags on my feet, and that too-cool coat with the peaked hood. I prefer to think of it as a "wizarding hat" rather than as a "dunce cap." Note also my round, fat cheeks. Those would be lost in intervening years, but I have since regained them.

Wasn't I just a little blond curly-headed angel? This is one of Meg's favorites, and Mom calls it a "classic." Note the avocado-colored kitchen.

See, Heather? I do yoga, too. I did, anyway. Maybe. Note the Storm Trooper action figure clutched in my left hand. Perhaps I am not doing yoga, but am merely poised to deliver a vicious kick to the Storm Trooper's head. I bet that's it.

Me and my brother, prepared for action. This was before squirt guns were made to look less like real guns. I am one bad muther, armed with my pump-action water cannon. Note my brother's translucent Uzi, which he has pointed at his own chest. Typical. What a rookie.

I was stylin', yo. And check those dimples. I need not say more. Note the Guns N' Roses poster in the background.

This was my freshman year in college, when I still had short and curly hair. Me and my brother and sister on the mile high swinging bridge at Grandfather Mountain. Meg says I look just like Kirk Cameron in this picture, and that I'm hot.

To provide a slightly more contemporary picture, this is me and Meg camping last year. I still look basically like this-- though, as many have noted, I've probably filled out a little since then.