I’m sure you came by today expecting another list of movies in a given genre, but today I’m taking a break from that, as I’ve recently found a very interesting timeline of my life and family history that I wanted to share with you . . .

The year was 1952. Both of my parents were nine years old. But if I’d been alive and in high school, here’s what I might have looked like compared to a picture of my maternal grandmother (left) and paternal grandmother (right) from around that time:

In 1960, Mom and Dad were seventeen years old and entering their senior years of high school. Here’s what I might have looked like if I’d been their age (left) and an actual picture of my mom from 1960 (isn’t she beautiful?):

Now we get to 1964, when Mom and Dad were studying hard and getting ready finish their undergraduate degrees. Here’s what I would have looked like (left) and what Mom did look like in her college graduation portrait:

In 1974, I turned three years old. We lived on post at Fort Richardson in Anchorage, Alaska. But if I’d been in high school, I might have looked something like my Aunt Rinn around that time:

Two years later, in 1976, we’d just moved from base housing at White Sands Missile Range into our first house in Las Cruces, NM. I started kindergarten at Loma Heights Elementary School.

Skipping forward eight years to 1984, we’d just moved across town to a larger house and I was an eighth-grader at Mesilla Valley Christian School. In reality, I hadn’t quite bought into the big-hair trend, but I did have the big glasses goin’ on!

In 1986, my sister, Michelle, graduated from high school, and I transferred from MVCS to Las Cruces High School for my sophomore year. This hairstyle makes my almost-mullet look a whole lot better!

In 1989 I graduated from high school and moved to Baton Rouge to attend LSU. Back then, I wished I could get my bangs this big! Here’s my actual senior picture—I’d “fanged” my bangs before I left the house, but obviously they fell before the photo shoot.

In 1994, it had been a little more than a year since I’d dropped out of college, and I’d just started working at The Journal newspaper in Fairfax, Virginia. I think by this time in my life, I’d just about figured out how to get my hair this big and crispy:

1996 was a big year in my life—it’s the year I turned twenty-five, and it’s the year I moved to Nashville. But I don’t remember ever attempting a style like this! This was when I went into my “grow it as long as possible” phase!
 

Anyone remember Y2K? Remember what hairstyle you were wearing? I think I was over the as-long-as-possible hair phase by then.

See what you’d have looked like in these and many other years at www.yearbookyourself.com. And if you really want to see something funny, choose the opposite gender: