Facebook Friend-zied

 

For the last 3 days, I have been adding photos galore to my Facebook profile, and then to top it off, end up searching for random names from the past to see who I find.  I found friends from elementary school whom I haven't talked to in 40 years.  I found old boyfriends too.  Facebook is a bit of an obsession at the moment. 

Then, Big Bear got in on the fun and he started his own Facebook page.  Now he's collecting old friends like baseball cards.  We were both up until after 1am doing things on Facebook.  There is something terribly wrong with this.  Or maybe not.  I haven't decided yet.

I have to admit it is fun posting old photos.  It is even more fun finding old friends and attempting to catch up on life for the past 30-40 years.  It really is a fun place, this Facebook.  But boy does it ever take up a lot of valuable time I could be doing laundry or cleaning the kitchen.

Want to see some funny pictures?  Here ya go ...

 

Can you find me in this picture?  This is my First Grade class.  Jackson Road Elementary School in White Oak, Maryland.  I'm 2nd from the right in the gold and red dress.  Click on the picture to see a larger view.

 

Or how about this picture?  This is my Kindergarten class.  March, 1965.  I am in the front row, 2nd from the left in the stupid looking Miami Beach sweatshirt tucked into a blue plaid skirt.  My mother must have been asleep to have sent me to school dressed like this - especially on picture day.

 

Now this was definitely a picture from my wilder years in the early 90s.  And no, that is not a beer I am holding.  It's a Pepsi.  I was hanging out at some biker gathering in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. 

 

Check this out.  This is John Thomas Hamilton.  The first guy that I ever dated at the Naval Academy.  I was 16 in this picture.  Clueless.  That's my dad making sure no hanky-panky was going on.  Tom got married in 1981 to Brenda, had a family, and now has grandchildren of his own.  He doesn't look a bit like he did back in 1976.  ...

 

1970s.  Tom Hamilton giving some Plebe a hard time.  I remember flying to Circleville, Ohio with him from Maryland so that I could meet his family and spend Thanksgiving with them.  I bought a dried flower arrangement and it sat on my lap the entire trip.  By the time we arrived, the entire arrangement had shed all over my clothes and looked a bit mushed.  Memories.  Priceless.

 

This is Tom Hamilton today.  Don't let the beard and the tattoos fool ya, he is a pastor of his own church: Sozo New Fellowship Covenant in Georgia.  A nice guy with a heart of gold.

 

Here's a picture of my daughter, Kimberly doing my hair for Thanksgiving 2005.

 

And a picture of me with my new 1977 Chevy Camaro that my dad bought me for my birthday.  I was a spoiled brat.  I'll admit it.  I wrecked this car driving down Bel Pre Road after work one day.  That's a story for another day.

 

Here I am at the tender age of 19, holding Kathleen.  A baby holding her baby.  Talk about clueless.

Anyway, these are just a few of the pictures I have posted on my Facebook page for your enjoyment. ha ha.  My life in pictures.