Wordless Wednesday-Back in Time

There is a trend on facebook called Throwback Thursday.  While I was home, I took a lot of photos of pictures in my old albums and that were laying around.  I’ll share a few of them here today (and give you the story because screw the wordless part of Wordless Wednesday)

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My uncle (who was 15) holding me (Left, 2 ish months old) and my cousin who is 8 months older than me.  I’m not going to share his name because of privacy.  However, I will share a hilariously twisted story.  I sort of saw that cousin and his brother on and off as a younger kid.  After age 9 or 10 we didn’t see each other again-he’s a bit of a distant cousin, and my grandmother (who had brought the families together) had passed away.

Flash forward to my early 20’s.  I’m chatting up this guy with generic American name of our generation on a dating site.  We’re very much as the get-to-know-you questions.  Where’d you grow up, what do you like to watch on tv, that sort of thing.  When he mentioned where he grew up, I said “oh, hey, I have a cousin there.  Wouldn’t it be weird if you knew him.”  No big, and we keep talking.  He asks if I have any siblings, and I shared that I don’t.  I ask him the same question and he mentions his older brother (insert cousin in this picture’s name).

A warning light starts to flash in the dim recesses of my brain.  I ask him what his grandmother’s name was.  He tells me.  I tell him we’re cousins (he’s the younger sibling so he barely registered as existing to me as a kid).  He and I are both horrified.  We go and tell our moms, who both think this story is HILARIOUS.

Ten years later, I also think the story of how I almost dated a (fairly distant) is pretty hilarious.

Screen Shot 2014-02-04 at 9.56.48 PMThis is a picture of myself and a former boyfriend on a trip to New Orleans in 2001 (we broke up in late 2002).  He was one of a handful of more serious relationships I’d had prior to meeting Ravi in 2005.

Ellie was with me as I flipped through old photo albums.  As he was the most serious of my early 20’s relationships, and more to the point because we’d traveled together, he’s in a LOT of pictures from that time.

“Who is that?”

“That’s X.  He was my boyfriend before I met your dad.”

Disapproving glare.

Sorry, kiddo, I had a life before your dad.  And while X and I didn’t end well, he did introduce me to one of my favorite cities in the world–New Orleans. 

True story–I was planning to move to New Orleans the summer of 2005.  Meeting Ravi changed my mind, which meant I didn’t move to New Orleans weeks before Hurricane Katrina ripped apart the city.

Screen Shot 2014-02-04 at 10.01.30 PMThis is my cat, Lady, who died at age 16 in late 2009.  This picture is best described as both of us wearing out “NOW what do you want?” faces.

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