The Reunion Pic: Thank God for Growing Up and Getting Better With Age

In case you missed this post, where I was crazy-happy about the pic in my alumni magazine from my college 10-year class reunion, I'll just tell you that I was thrilled that I actually looked cute.

College me= AWKWARD

Me now= FABULOUS

Okay, okay, I wouldn't go that far. But, I do look much better than I did back then. And have ten tons more confidence. Maybe too much. ;)

Since some of you asked, I thought I'd share it with you. Really, people asked me to show the pic. Check the comments from that post if you don't believe me. I'm not just making stuff up as an excuse to show you one of the few good pics of me in existence.

Here's the whole class shot: If you happen to know what college this is or if by some freak fluke, you actually attended this college and were in my class, I'll die laughing at what a small world it is, since I went to a tiny private college.

The scanned copy doesn't quite capture my cuteness, since my right arm sort of blends in with my sweater here, and it's a little blurry, but I'm okay with that, since the actual pic floating around out there is better.

So, there it is. I can look back and remember fondly my carefree college-days that didn't seem care-free at the time but what the hell did I know back then: the safe little bubble I lived in, where there weren't really any real problems or responsibilities. Where getting up early meant having an 8am class. Where friends were always right there, either down the hall or across the quad.

But, I can say that I don't look back with regret and wish I looked like I did back then or was the person I was back then again.

Nope, I'll take the confident, fabulous woman I have turned into.

Disclaimer: you have to understand the extent of my college-days awkwardness and insecurity to be able to understand that I'm really not that full of myself now. For those of you who are entering Dumb Mom's Blog Dawg contest, let me just tell you that if I submitted a college pic, I'd win, hands down. So more than a celebration of fabulousness, it's a celebration of no longer being the girl who would automatically win the awkward photo contest.