Happy Birthday, Jen! {Or How To Properly Embarrass Your Friends}

You know her around the blogosphere. Or, you should. Jen is the big 27 (!) today which means not only am I not far behind her, but a proper birthday message is in order.

This is Jen's blog.

This is us now.

And, what better way to properly wish someone a Happy Birthday than to dig through old yearbooks and post photos of one's awkward stage?

I save EVERYTHING. And, for some reason, in this move I unearthed middle school yearbooks and other funny trinkets that I had saved.

I'm pretty sure she never told me she played a string instrument. I actually GASPED when I saw this picture!

More 6th Grade Awesomeness:

Oh yes. Jen and in the top right is ME with weird curls in my face and a hippie shirt. Though -- Jen also has a flower design on her shirt too. Flowers were totally in.

Perhaps the best part of 6th grade was Superlatives. They gave EVERYONE a superlative so no one felt left out. However -- that left Jen getting voted "Shortest" of our class. I was "Valley Girl." That's not very nice, is it?!

7th Grade. Apparently she was a "Sweetie."

Our NSYNC devotion in writing. She totally signed this in my yearbook!

8th Grade. She has a box around her picture. That meant I liked you.


This was at MY 16th birthday. I remember it was 16th because Jen drove. She was the first person I knew to have a car and a license! I'm the second head poking out behind her.

For some reason, I don't have any "real" pictures of Jen & I together from way back when unpacked yet. I realize this makes me look like a stalker, but at least I didn't play the violin.

So -- HAPPY BIRTHDAY. You know what the best part about knowing each other this long is?

Blackmail.

Have a good day! :-)