The Lie revealed (with photos)

Sometimes, I wonder if maybe I have shared a leeeetle too much of myself on this blog.  This week, I began to suspect I might because almost everyone figured out right away which one was the lie.  Heh.

1.) The blanket.  Yes, I have a blanket.  I have always had one since I was very small.  I had maybe 5-6 different ones when I was younger, but the one I have now I have had since I was in 6th grade (12 years old).  So that was about 20 years ago.  It is one of those cheapish Mexican blankets that are sold to tourists.  I did cut it in half so I could bring half of it with me to Europe.  I think I also took half to China.  I brought both halves to Cambodia and abandoned one at Mr. A’s request in exchange for a promise he would try to stop smoking.  He did…eventually.  Right now, the blanket is in a serious state of disrepair.  I can not bear to throw it away because it is part of so many of my important memories.

2.) Yes, I had white-blonde hair.  It looked like babydoll hair the first time I bleached it.  But after the second time, it looked like straw was stuck to my head.  And it did all fall out.  After maybe 4-5 bleachings.

Here is evidence of both the hair AND the blanket (on my lap).  This photo was taken at some late-night party in 1996.  Looking at the condition of my hair and the bad, bad roots, I am guessing this was about a week before it all fell out.

 The first time I thought Mr. A was attractive, he had just bleached his hair blonde.  That was probably sometime in late 1995.  Years later, despite the fact that I had killed my own hair, he let me bleach ihis again.  I think this photo is from his second year of law school (Maybe 1998?).  You can see the short spot in the middle where I had burned off his hair before he went to a salon to have it fixed by a professional.  I still think he looks very hot with blonde hair.  (Also, note that in 1998 he was still wearing a purple hypercolor t-shirt.  I mean, seriously, that shirt had to have been at least 8 years old then.  I finally threw it away in 2003.)  In the bottom pic, you can see how short my hair was after it fell out plus about 2-3 months growth.  Also, it is brown because the actual dying that put it over the top and caused all the breakage was when I tried to dye it back to my natural color.

  3.) Yes, I was a busy girl the spring and summer I was 13 (and on).  There was much heavy petting to be had.  No sex, no oral sex, but a lot of other experimenting was had that summer.  The locations were not at all out of exhibitionism, but rather necessity.  Those were the places that I managed to have alone time with my Jr. High boyfriend since we couldn’t drive.   I was by no means early at being that level of sexually active for my school.  I didn’t actually lose my virginity until I was 17.  Be horrified if you must, but let me assure you, kids you know in that age group are doing the same thing, if not more. 

4.) Yes, this is was the lie.  I have never taken naked photos, so I have no pictures of my pre-baby boobs.  That makes  me a little sad.  Upon reflection, I am pretty sure I would have consented to allow such photos to be taken if anyone had ever asked me, but no one ever did.  Besides, if there were naked pics of me on the internet without my consent, a lawyer husband would come in very handy.

5.) When I said my parents left my sister and me alone for the summer, I just meant while they were working.  We had moved to a new town and they didn’t know anyone who could be our baby sitter.  It was the summer after I was in 5th grade, so I think I was maybe 11?  That would have made my sister about 8.  We were terrible to each other that year.  There was a lot of kicking and hitting and armtwisting between us.  I think that summer (and the bad feelings it caused)was the beginning of a lot of our later relationship troubles.  I suppose it didn’t help that I held her over the stairs, but in my defense, she was kind of being a pain at the time.

I was kind of bummed that there was only other person who wanted to play.  Thanks Martha-Lynn!  I am going to guess that the pet spider is the lie.  I can’t bear the idea of having a pet spider.  I am actually a little horrified by the thought.  If that was true, I would love to know what posessed you to get a spider. Ugh.