Pink hair.  I did it.  Was my Momma happy?  No.  At least she was willing to take a picture as something we can all look back on and laugh….and think just what was I thinking?  We’ll never know.

Since I’m really wishing my hair was longer today and I could do whatever I wanted with it today — how about some reflections of just what I’ve done to my so-called hair.  Feel free to cringe, Lord knows I do every time I see these pictures.

Please tell me you at least remember when Sun-In was popular and that you recall just how many times your mother told you “No, you’re not going back blonde.  Your hair color is just fine.”  See the thing is, you didn’t think that blah brownish tone hair was acceptable.  So, you did the unthinkable.  You purchased a few of those bottles of Sun-In from the local Wal-Mart, stuffed them in your duffle under you Camp Cavett clothes (that you packed waaaay to many of) and did something crazy at camp.  You. Went. Blonde.  ….then blammmmed it on the “Sun”.  Nope, I would’ve never done such a crazy thing….and lived to tell about it.

The obligatory photo of me & Danny.  I have so many of these and am amazed at how I’ve gone from the wild child type to the settled and sophisticated type.  You can just tell by my hair color actually and use of make up.  Then again, every one has those pictures, mine are just posted for the world to see.

We all look like babies here.  Funny how over 10 years later we’re still the same goofy bunch we met as when we were kids.  It doesn’t seem possible that we’ve all grown up, started our own lives, had children and gotten married.  I’m truly amazed at how far each one of us has come.

Take note of the lobsterized skin tone, too.  It was a day in time where I thought Sun Screen made you pasty white and could see no other way of obtaining that sun kissed look than going without that awful sun screen.  I’ve since aged out of that thinking and wear sun screen in the winter months now!  I’ve learned a lot in 10 years. {with one of my BFF’s who understands just how far we’ve both come!}

I did everything sun related, just so my hair would become blonder.  Ha!  How bout a paddle boat ride? …with a non-water proof camera? At least this time we didn’t get trapped out in the middle of the lake and have to be towed back into shore.  That has happened on more than one occasion, I’m afraid.  Oh the things we’ve all done to cause those extra gray hairs we see on Danny’s head or the aging lines in our once was camp counselors.

Going home after a great week at camp.  Can you tell?  We’re all burnt, blonder, and a little to hyper for words…possibly caused by lack of sleep?  It’s just a picture worth a thousand words.

You see, while at camp you spend your time either tubing on the lake, and by that I mean being the dare devil and trying everything the boys won’t and out in the hot humid summer heat.  On this particular day we participated in a ropes course.  Did we have fun?  Yes!  Was it hot? YES!  Did I pull off one of the greatest hair days in history?  No.  Let’s just say my hair & humidity didn’t mix back then or I was just too concerned with dumping every bit of Sun-In on my hair that year?!  Who knows.

I think everyone has come to the realization I can be a goof ball….that I hang out with goof balls…and that I can’t stick to the same hair color for very long.  Yeahhhhh, I’m pretty sure y’all have figured that one out already.

Being the goof ball that I am….and the hair fanatic that I am…well let’s just say…I don’t really have words for what I’d say about this.  My used to be piggy back rider and I acting a bit goofy during the bus ride back to camp.  Great times at camp!

Can’t hang out at camp without having a little mud mask fun.  Not sure I have a normal picture  of me during my Camp Cavett days.  That is, until I got older and quit screwing with my hair so much.

I think this was my third year of attending Camp Cavett.  I’m pretty sure this is the year that I didn’t take Roomie, which would’ve been Y3.  Don’t you just love how  I can talk my way through these things.

My favorite piggy back rider.  Poor kid is now over 6 foot tall and giving me piggy back rides now.  This was definitely the summer of crazy hair colors and doing all sorts of crazy things that I knew no one would approve of back home.