“Your obsessions get you known throughout the school for being strange” … before. About these ads Rate this:Share this postShareFacebookStumbleUponTwitterPinterestGoogleRedditEmailTumblrLinkedInLike this:Like Loading... Related 23 Comments A redhead? Makes me wonder if there is a connection..lol (said by another redhead) ;) I have nominated your blog for an award.. http://stuffredsaid.wordpress.com/2012/06/14/sunshine-award/ Aw, thank you! I’ll check it out now! Haha, I don’t know if there’s a connection, but I must admit I fit the redhead stereotype very well! May your mornings not start with calls from your health insurer requiring more paperwork before you’ve even had your coffee. This is why I’m glad I don’t have to deal with health insurance; it must be a nightmare :( Should this photo make me LOL. I don’t know if it’s the creepy guy in the bushes, tha cabbage patch looking red head or that swing set. Love it! thanks :) Haha, all of it! I especially love the dismembered doll under the swing; I was an odd child. P.s – creepy looking guy is my brother. I have no idea what he was doing. Awesome!! I love it! <3 Aw… Could you be more adorable? Your brother, on the other hand, looks like the kind of guy they had in mind when they invented pepper spray. Loved the dismembered doll under the swing! When I was that age, all my dolls wound up on the wrong side of my favorite toy…a hammer. “Your brother, on the other hand, looks like the kind of guy they had in mind when they invented pepper spray. ” – I roared laughing at this! He really does. I remember a series of photographs from that day, and in every single one he’s hiding in the bushes. He’s over forty now and still hasn’t grown up. Hammering a doll? I thought I was cruel! I used to cut off my doll’s hair and turn them into punks, or just plain old rip their limbs off. A psychiatrist would have a field day with that. Well, it wasn’t so much cruelty as it was my REALLY liking to hit things with a hammer. I was obsessed with the thing. My parents bought me a bunch of fancy toys and dolls to wean me off it, but I just ended up smashing everything. Finally, they gave me a block of wood and let me alone. Yeah…I was a weird kid. Haha, sounds perfectly normal to me! I used to line up my brother’s matchbox cars and set them on fire. If you don’t destroy a few things, you’re not a real kid, in my opinion. Love from a well-rested friend! What an adorable little girl you were — as I think you are now. I hope all is well, and the sun shines on the UK. 8-) Nope, no sun here! We had five minutes earlier but the forecast for the next week is rain, hail and gales. Le sigh. How is it in Maine? Bright and beautiful, with a cloudless sky! Sorry! I was just grinning, thinking of how far you’ve come since I started reading you. I’m proud of you, and I hope you are very proud of yourself! Love from windy Maine! Grrr! Send some of that sun my way! You think I’ve come along? That’s wonderful to hear. I suppose it’s hard for me to see any progress until years later, when I can look back with hindsight. Although I can’t see it myself, I’ll take it on board ;) 8-) I nominated you for the lovely blogger award. :) check it out here: http://mooddisordernos.wordpress.com/2012/06/14/my-first-blog-award-nomination/ Thank you :D I’ve replied to your post! love your cabbage patch cheeks!! I’ve never seen anyone cross their legs on a swing. Such a lady. ;) Haha, I was anything but a lady ;) I must have had my lah-de-dah on for the photo! Oh, and I still have cabbage patch cheeks :/ One gorgeous girl… and I hate the names they use to describe kids at school. Ugh, yes. Carrot top. Duracell. Drop Dead Fred. Offensive ones I’m not even going to mention. Send me love. Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of follow-up comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.