Lost In the Prairies.....Found by God

Ok I'm soooooo jealous I missed the fun on Friday, so I'm going to add my two bits anyway. I just had a hoot looking at everyone's "Yearbook " Pictures through Andrea's blog . It made my morning. For those of you who haven't been to Yearbook Yourself now is the time.


Me in 1968, just on my way to San Francisco and no I don't have any flowers in my hair. I once had a friend who worked a block away from Hyde Ashbury in '68. She always said she was the only employed Hippie.

This is my picture in 1972. I'm calling it my Patty Hearst picture. I look like I could join some terrorist group in this picture. I'm frightened of myself.


Now this is what I would have looked like the year I was born. I think I look too wholesome and young. Really I can't stand the hair. The feathered hair would have drivin me mad.

Farrah eat your heart out. I could be the all Canadian girl. I imagine myself driving in a muscle car with the wind blowing my hair and the music loud.

My grad year - 1992. I always wanted a sprial perm. However, at $140.00 a pop it was out of my range (don't ask how much I pay now). I did get perms for another 6 years. I was sooooooooo happy when that craze went out. Never again. My hair won't take in the normal time and when it does it takes about 3 weeks to finally get it the way I like it.

I think this is my favourite hair. In fact this was my hairstyle the year before I graduated. I love it. If I wasn't going grey, I might just grow out my hair to this style again, except I would add bangs.


This is my dream picture. I always wanted to ride a float and wave at people. The Municipality I grew up in had the Buccaneer Queen. The year I was eligible to enter, some person decided that it wasn't "PC" to have a pageant. I was shafted. I don't even care if I would have won or not, I would still have been on the float as one of the princesses.

I hope you enjoyed my trip down "memory lane," as much as I enjoyed the others.