Treasure Hunting.

I'M HOME I'M HOME I'M HOME!

After a full thirty-six hours of parents, brothers, cousins, dogs, food, and last minute Christmas shopping in the metropolis that is Stuart, FL, I felt like spending some quiet time in my room. 

And by that I mean spending 2+ hours looking through old junk drawers, shoe boxes, nooks and crannies hoping to come across embarrassing/heartwarming artifacts. 

My findings did not disappoint. 

"Brother for sale, he's only 50 cents!"... Basically my anthem from years 1995- 2003.

On my 18th birthday, my Nana and Papa gave me a cardboard box...

...chock full of newspapers and magazines that they bought on the actual day of my birth.

Significant hair accessories:
1. From my private school days.
2. From the year my high school volleyball team won a state championship. I wore that every single game of the season.
3. From my club volleyball years. I think I wore that during every game of every tournament for a 3 season stretch. Apparently I wasn't too concerned about personal hygiene. 

The hermanos and I with our chocolate lab, Chip, dressed as a plan bag of M&Ms.
If I am remembering correctly, he won 2nd place in our church's pet costume contest.
I won 1st place for Ugliest Haircut.

The only thing I really remember about Girl Scouts is that my troop leader went into labor the day before our camping trip.
Life handed my 9 year-old self lemons, so I camped out in the backyard.

And last, but certainly not least, the cast of Two-a-Days in the cover sleeve of  my binder from age 16.
Clearly foreshadowing the obsession that is Friday Night Lights.

Not pictured: my diary from my freshman and sophomore year of high school. As expected, the entries were melodramatic, cringe-worthy, and a little too personal to share. My favorite entry was a poem entitled "Teardrops" and it sounded like a pathetic collaboration between Taylor Swift and Nickelback. Like I said...embarrassing. 

Happy Christmas Eve-Eve!