Have you ever had one of those moments when you thought to yourself, "What the hell was I thinking?" Then you fill in the blank. If you haven't done it, want to give it a try? And just to make it a little "funner" - remember, I dubbed that a new & improved word a few posts ago - let's use this photo as the subject for our new game.
Are you ready? Let's play...
What the hell was I thinking when I looked in the mirror and saw my hair? Did I think it looked good? Because if I did, I clearly needed to step away from the crack pipe. Good God - it was completely vertical to my skull. And I can't even blame it on being the '80s because it wasn't. It was May of 1996. I was graduating with my Masters Degree and had just discovered that I was with child. The Girl child, that is. I had literally just peed on the stick a week before and found out that Mach One was super sperm and had knocked me up before I actually graduated. At least we were married. Anyway, I was exhausted, pale and so damn glad to have that freakin' diploma in my hand, I clearly failed to realize that my hair looked like shit. Apparently my family didn't feel compelled to mention it either. Bastards. Who let's someone walk out of the house with hair like that? What the hell was I thinking?
What the hell was I thinking when I posed with Mach One for this picture? He's my husband and all - but why are we in front of a minivan that's not ours? Even if it was ours, the picture would have been ridiculous. But then, add in the minor detail that the damn van wasn't ours. It was a stranger's van and we posed in front of it. For the love of God, couldn't we have picked a Mercedes or a Corvette or something equally cool? I know I was in the "family way" and all but a minivan?! I actually have kids now and refuse to drive one. I'm an SUV gal, baby - minivans, not so much. But me and my beloved chose to pose in front of one because we apparently were drunk. Actually I can't use that as an excuse - I wasn't drunk so don't start screaming at me about fetal alcohol syndrome. I did not drink while I was pregnant - but that would have been a good excuse for the minivan backdrop. What the hell was I thinking?
What the hell was I thinking wearing the cap parallel to my head? And how in the hell did it stay on? Wait, I know the answer to that. I had no fewer then a bazillion bobby pins tacking that bad boy to my head. Now the official name of the cap is a "mortar board" - you know, something that you dump plaster on to plaster walls. The only reason that I know that is because my grandfather was a plaster dude. Not to be confused with being a plastered dude - although he was that too. Anyway, I digress. The point of the mortar board is that it's supposed to lie flat on your head - with flat being the operative word. The peak is supposed to come down on your forehead and smash the crap out of your lovely hair-do. In my case, the hair-do was nothing short of a disaster and there's no way in hell that cap could have fit over the bouffant that it was precariously perched atop. What the hell was I thinking wearing the cap totally wrong? What the hell was I thinking wearing the cap at all? I should have been home, eating saltines and slathering cocoa butter on my not yet expanding belly. I didn't play the pregnancy card very well, did I?
Raise your hand if you had fun playing, "What the hell was I thinking?" I know I did. And I'm so glad that the past is the past. And my hair is MUCH cuter these days. Feel free to add your own "What the hell was JillyD thinking" comments. The picture is such a disaster that I'm sure I missed oodles of details that beg to question - what the hell was I thinking?!
I think you could've just blamed the whole vertical bangs thing on the wind.
Honestly, that's what I thought it was at first glance! ("No...the wind just caught her hair...that's all...well...maybe not...")
Posted by: Uncle Garr | April 02, 2007 at 10:22 PM
I think I know what you were thinking...we must assume that it takes great gobs of brainpower (not to mention stubbornness) to secure said master's degree and you were clearly taunting others with your impressive cranial development by sporting that soaring hair style. As for the minivan? That's definitely a small penalty in coolness points-- but only a PhD would have spotted this faux pas.
Posted by: planopete | April 03, 2007 at 12:52 AM
This was VERY funny! At least your hair wasn't in your face lol
Posted by: Melany aka Supermom | April 03, 2007 at 02:53 AM
I loved your idea at Ree's photo naming contest!
About this photo, don't feel bad, it was a 80's hangover. My graduation photo taken in 1993 has my hair poofed out on the sides several inches, and straight up on top too, with a few claw bangs. Weren't the 80's great?
The minivan, yeah, that is pretty funny. I have 3 kids and NO desire to own a minivan.
Posted by: momto3cubs | April 03, 2007 at 12:30 PM
Looking at the flag in the back ground (the one right over the minivan), I would say that it was very windy that day. I am sure your hair looked fabulous before the wind played its evil trick for the camera.
Posted by: Mach One | April 03, 2007 at 01:09 PM