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    Friday, April 01, 2005
    Happy Birthday to Me! A 30-Year Retrospectacle
    I'm an Aries named after a bird born on April Fool's Day in the Year of the Rabbit, and what a trip it's been so far! Today's the day I turn 30, and as I wrote earlier, I'm posting an exercise in humility--a photo history of my life so far. I know image isn't everyhing, and it's what's inside that counts, but my personality has always been intrinsically tied to (and expreseed via) my physical appearance. Therefore, I've selected the photos that best represent the milestones of my life and still-blossoming personality. Enjoy!

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    Baby and Toddler
    Baby me. Born in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, April 1, 1975.Baby me. Born in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, April 1, 1975.
    I call this my prairie girl photo. My Mom says this photo was taken, but not used, for an advertisment for a store in Sioux City, Iowa.I call this my prairie girl photo. My Mom says this photo was taken, but not used, for an advertisment for a store in Sioux City, Iowa.

    School Pictures
    Me in Kindergarten, I think.Me in Kindergarten, I think.
    I'm pretty sure this is me in 3rd grade. I, like a dumbass, never thought to label the backs of my photos. Hey, I was only a kid.I'm pretty sure this is me in 3rd grade. I, like a dumbass, never thought to label the backs of my photos. Hey, I was only a kid.
    Oh, jebus, those teeth! I'm pretty sure this is me in 4th grade...Oh, jebus, those teeth! I'm pretty sure this is me in 4th grade...
    ...5th grade... …5th grade…
    ...6th...Can you say perm?......6th...Can you say perm?...
    ...7th... …7th…
    I'm almost positive this is me in 8th grade. I actually labelled this one. Check out the koosh-ball bangs! I'm almost positive this is me in 8th grade. I actually labelled this one. Check out the koosh-ball bangs!
    This is me in grade 9, baby. Don't you love the bolo tie? This is me in grade 9, baby. Don't you love the bolo tie?
    I started dying my hair in 10th grade. Thus, this is one of the last shots of my hair in its natural color. Sorry, I couldn't find one from 11th grade. I started dying my hair in 10th grade. Thus, this is one of the last shots of my hair in its natural color. Sorry, I couldn't find one from 11th grade.
    Ah, the Senior photo--actually taken the summer before my Senior year. Hair color: Burgundy Ah, the Senior photo--actually taken the summer before my Senior year. Hair color: Burgundy.

    Middle School Dork
    BRACEFACE! BRACEFACE!
    This is the first time I remember chopping off a huge amount of hair. This is the first time I remember chopping off a huge amount of hair.
    What a freakin' dork! Although, I must say, my Mom did a great job on this costume. My hand is inside the snake; the glove is stuffed. What a freakin' dork! Although, I must say, my Mom did a great job on this costume. My hand is inside the snake; the glove is stuffed.

    Farm Girl
    Makin' hay while the sun shines. I spent a couple of summers working on my Grandparents' farm in Western Iowa, where I had some of the best times of my life. Makin' hay while the sun shines. I spent a couple of summers working on my Grandparents' farm in Western Iowa, where I had some of the best times of my life.
    Me with Motley Crue, the farm dog, named by my Uncle Don...Uncle Donald has a farm, E-I-E-I-O. Me with Motley Crue, the farm dog, named by my Uncle Don...Uncle Donald has a farm, E-I-E-I-O.

    High School Nerd
    My second high school play. Gee, I wish I could have found a sexier nurse outfiit...and that I didn't have such bad posture. My second high school play. Gee, I wish I could have found a sexier nurse outfiit...and that I didn't have such bad posture.
    My last high school role: Cobweb Spider from the Snow Queen, a kids' play we put on my Senior year when I was president of the drama club. Bill and I recently found the costume (which my Mom made) in the shed--I can almost squeeze into it, but the zipper won't go up. My last high school role: Cobweb Spider from the Snow Queen, a kid's play we put on my Senior year when I was president of the drama club. Bill and I recently found the costume (which my Mom made) in the shed--I can almost squeeze into it, but the zipper won't go up.
    My Sophomore Halloween Costume My Sophomore Halloween Costume
    My Senior Halloween Costume My Senior Halloween Costume
    Moody Junior Moody Junior
    Senior Summer Senior Summer
    Me and my rude boy prom date. My Mom made my dress, which I can finally fit into again. Me and my rude boy prom date. My Mom made my dress, which I can finally fit into again.
    My graduation dress. My graduation dress.

    Post-High School, Pre-Bill
    My hair was actually pretty long before I cut it all off to this crop in late 1993 while living in my boyfriend's parent's home. My hair was actually pretty long before I cut it all off to this crop in late 1993 while living in my boyfriend's parent's home.
    Me and the boyfriend, or Dickweed, as my folks call him--and rightly so, I suppose. I thought this photo epitomized our relationship: me clinging to him for affection while his attention is somewhere else.Me and the boyfriend, or Dickweed, as my folks call him--and rightly so, I suppose. I thought this photo epitomized our relationship: me clinging to him for affection while his attention is somewhere else.
    Turning 19, I think, with eggplant-colored hair. Turning 19, I think, with eggplant-colored hair.
    Dark Auburnette, maybe late 1994. Dark Auburnette, maybe late 1994.
    Junky-chic, 1995. No, Gramma, I wasn't doing heroin. I was just broke and unhappy. Junky-chic, 1995. No, Gramma, I wasn't doing heroin. I was just broke and unhappy.
    Ever the achiever, I'm associate of the month at Sears in a black crop chop. Ever the achiever, I'm associate of the month at Sears in a black crop chop.
    On a visit to Iowa in winter, maybe 1996. On a visit to Iowa in winter, maybe 1996.

    The First Years with Bill
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    A photo of me by Bill for a photography class, Spring, 1997. A photo of me by Bill for a photography class, Spring, 1997
    Indian Creek Campground, North Carolina--our VW campervan waterfall tour, 1997 Indian Creek Campground, North Carolina--our VW campervan waterfall tour, 1997
    Outside Cherokee, North Carolina Outside Cherokee, North Carolina
    19981998
    1999 Wedding Rehearsal Dinner1999 Wedding Rehearsal Dinner

    Moo!
    Click here for my belly photo-diary.
    Knocked up! Knocked up!
    Barefoot and Pregnant Barefoot and Pregnant
    At the baby shower, I try to get Joe to stop pushing his foot into my rib cage. At the baby shower, I try to get Joe to stop pushing his foot into my rib cage.
    Me, Bill, and my best friend, Britt, who served as my doula. Me, Bill, and my best friend, Britt, who served as my doula.

    Pushing Out a Brand New Human

    11/11/02: Bill fans me as I labor in the Jacuzzi at the birth center. I can't remember what the IV was for, but it definitely wasn't pain killers. Bill fans me as I labor in the Jacuzzi at the birth center. I can't remember what the IV was for, but it definitely wasn't pain killers."
    Trying to let gravity work for me, I keep standing and squating. Bill is pressing against my spasming back muscles. He was almost--I say almost--as sore as I was the next day from leaning over the tub to help ease my back labor, which by the way, gentlemen, feels like a charlie-horse times 1000. Notice the clock says five til 6:00 p.m. Joe was born at 7:14 p.m. Trying to let gravity work for me, I keep standing and squating. Bill is pressing against my spasming back muscles. He was almost--I say almost--as sore as I was the next day from leaning over the tub to help ease my back labor, which by the way, gentlemen, feels like a charlie-horse times 1000. Notice the clock says five til 6:00 p.m. Joe was born at 7:14 p.m.
    Push 'em out, shove 'em out, waaay out! Push 'em out, shove 'em out, waaay out!
    Delighted and glowing, we gaze at our beautiful son. Joe lifted and turned his head upon hearing Bill break the silence. Rebecca, a student midwife, holds a warm cloth to comfort my over-stretched flesh. Delighted and glowing, we gaze at our beautiful son. Joe lifted and turned his head upon hearing Bill break the silence. Rebecca, a student midwife, holds a warm cloth to comfort my over-stretched flesh.
    I'm exhausted after 22 hours of wakefulness, but glad to be home at 10:45 p.m., three and a half hours after giving birth. I'm exhausted after 22 hours of wakefulness, but glad to be home at 10:45 p.m., three and a half hours after giving birth.

    The First Mommy Year
    Awww. Awww.
    Yes, that is my rack, or rather was. The girls'll never be that bountiful again. Nursing sucks the perkyness right out of any boob. Yes, that is my rack, or rather was. The girls'll never be that bountiful again. Nursing sucks the perkyness right out of any boob.
    We three, together at my folks' home, summer 2003. I'm beginning to win the baby fat war, but still have many pounds to go. We three, together at my folks' home, summer 2003. I'm beginning to win the baby fat war, but still have many pounds to go.

    This Year
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    Happy Birthday, Honey!
    love, mom
     


    Happy Birthday Robin! It was fun to see all the photos! I really liked the one with you and Motley! Enjoy your day.
    Love, Shelly
     


    Robin, you are sooooo beautiful! Inside AND out. Happy Birthday!

    Love,

    Melissa
     

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