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I took this picture of Steph with my cell phone camera as we were traveling from Utah to Vegas on Thursday. Lance dubbed it 'Big Hair In The Middle Of Nowhere'

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Stephanie did not appreciate the humor. Poor thing.


  1. no one appreciates humor about themselves until they are 30

  2. 17 with big hair - you're moving into second place Pammy.

  3. Tom, you go for the big haired seventeen year olds, eh? Remind me not to bring my daughter when I come a callin' on you dear.

    Anna, so true. Most teenagers can't see the humor in themselves, mores the pity. I wish I'd been more carefree when I was that age as well. It's not easy to do.

  4. Carefree teenagers are few and far between around their parents. It used to be the ultimate humiliation to be seen wandering around, say, the mall with my parents. The horror!! Now, my mom is my best friend. Funny how times change. Give her another 12 years and she'll find the "big hair in the middle of nowhere" comment hysterical. :)

  5. Pam, Sorry I haven't commented much on what seems to be a great time across the west.

    Looking at this pic, though - what a great artistic shot! Wish I could get my staff photographer off his "grip and grin" saddle and work on a neat piece of composition.

    I'm not joking either. Just look at it. Girl looking out at the road ahead, with the past wedged neatly in that rear-view mirror.

    Jeez, I gotta stop thinking and talking shop.

  6. Janis? Is that you?
    Oh My God!

  7. you know what Pam? I was so insecure growing up, in comparison, I'm actually younger at heart now, because my self esteem has set me free. It's hard to have healthy self esteem at that age. I really think that's what they mean when they say youth is wasted on the young. They're so worried.

  8. You're right Fronty, that is a good picture. I was so fixated on the hair I didn't even look at it.

  9. Pammy, her hair is PERFECT! Nice pic.

  10. Fronty, you are sweet. I wasn't really trying to make it so beautiful. It just happened that way. Plus I took it with my cell phone camera. Weird huh?

    Vicus, methinks you may be having flashbacks.

    Anna, I agree with you totally. Youth is indeed wasted on the young.

    Stay-at-home-mommy, I recall going through the not wanting to be seen with the parental units stage.

    Carmentza, thank you. Her hair is gorgeous, but you know how teenage girls don't like to do the big hair thing. When my hubby saw the picture he thought it might be me.


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