A year to remember

 

You already know that I like taking pictures.

 

Our entire vacation, you could pretty much find me like this:

 

 

So you can bet your sweet bippy that there will be a photo book of our little adventures.

(What is a bippy, and why does everyone else have one?  Why don’t we ever say “bet MY sweet bippy"?  Important questions people…)

 

About the time I started sorting through the snapshots of our vacation (and secretly deleting all the ones that showed an unacceptable number of chins), I got a timely email from Shutterfly about their newest product:

Spring break kind of signals the homestretch for a school year – time to start thinking about all those candid school event photos you took!  I think the ability to create your very own photo yearbook is a perfect marriage of sentimental souvenir and personalization.  (Oh come on… all you OCD moms know that we could totally rock the Kindergarten Yearbook staff ;)

 

Since Itty Bit goes to an itty bitty school, creating one just for his class would be such a fun idea for parents and teachers.

 

I’ll be honest with you… I dug out my old yearbooks and it cracked me up to see all those familiar faces.

Even better?  The dozens of classmates who wrote in my book,

 

(A sign language interpreter went with me to all my classes… I am thoroughly puzzled by the wholesale assumption that I was going to somehow make use of those digits).

 

They probably remembered me as the girl who permed her hair.  Then dumped an entire bottle of Sun-In on it.  Orange curls for all of 8th grade.

 

Or maybe as the girl who was 14” shorter than everyone else on the basketball team.  Literally – the shortest one.

(Well, maybe I was 14” shorter than some of those teased bangs).

 

 

But what was REALLY fun?  Was looking at MR. DADDY’S yearbooks.

 

Utterly squeezable!

 

I could have had a crush on him…

 

 

No clue what the dude did to his knee, but those belts!  Those belts!

 

I hear he was popular with the ladies… I bet all four of these girls joined the Student Court after he did ;)

 

 

Funny what yearbooks trigger (beside guffaws from the wife reading messages from lovelorn girls who crushed on the blue-eyed cutie).

I teased him mercilessly about his picture under “Cutest Guy”, and pointed out his Senior Trip photo.

He grimaced and said, “I came down with pneumonia that day”.

Ouch.

 

 

Let’s get back to that “Cutest Boy” thing.

 

Awesome ammo in any redneck argument.

 

 

“Hey Billy, I got me that big bad elk rifle with the fancy scope”

“My granddaddy’s bear rifle is better than that, Mr. Daddy”

“No it aint”

“Prove it Pretty Boy”

“I aint a pretty boy”

“That’s right.  You’re a CUTE boy… voted and official and all…”

 

(and that’s how the fight started)

 

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Anyway… before I stop picking on my poor CUTE husband, I have to tell you the funnest part of all.

 

When your kid says,

“Momma?  Why are Daddy’s pictures black and yours are color?”

 

Boo-yah.

 

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Sadly, I fear this post has gone wildly astray from the original intent.

(At least I’m consistent about finding those crazy tangents, right?)

 

I’ve gotten prints and photo books from Shutterfly for years.  It absolutely pays to be on their mailing list and part of their sales!  I’m one of those people who gives photo gifts (so you might as well pose when I whip out my camera).

 

I’ve been lucky enough to get to go on field trips with Itty Bit’s class – I think pictures from those would make great yearbook ideas.  I just cannot stop melting when I see candid shots like this that a typical “School Picture Day” might not catch:

 

 

If you end up creating your own yearbook, let me know!  Hint hint: yearbooks for your class may be as low as $5 each if you contact Shutterfly!

 

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Oh – and don’t forget to tease our very own Cutest Boy ;)

 

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The teeny print:  Shutterfly is providing a free book in exchange for my tangent-ridden ramblings – even though they’re probably embarrassed by me talking about my bippy and multiple chins.