Angie Kinghorn

I was a senior hottie: then and now

The awesome Liz from A Belle, A Bean, & A Chicago Dog is holding her annual Senior Hottie competition!

The premise: post pics of yourself from your senior year of high school, then some from present day.  Judges will consider the entries and award prizes in the following categories:

  • Hasn’t Changed Since High School 
  • Should Have Been Prom Queen
  • Are you really the same person?
  • Most likely to date Jake Ryan
  • Senior Hottie Sweetheart (A catchall, “all around awesome” category)

So here goes … a dip into the photo archives.  WARNING: big hair ahead!

 

Um, yeah.  Hairspray much?

 

One last senior photo and then we’ll get to modern day.

Incidentally, a friend once told me, my freshman year of college (when my hair was at its all time biggest–yes, routinely bigger than what you see here), “Angie, you’re the only person I know whose hair is like a separate entity.”  I said thank you.  (The higher the hair, the closer to God, right?)

I still have a fondness for big hair, but with two kids, there’s no time for hot rollers anymore.  Perhaps that’s a good thing.  Here’s me, present day:

 

And another:

 

Personally, I think the addition of the hot husband is what really makes the picture.

Head on over to Liz’s place to see what looks other ladies in the blogosphere were rockin’ back in the day!

 

Photos gone wild

It’s all about the apps, right?

Right.

Turns out, there are more photo editing apps for the iPhone than beads in New Orleans.  So I’ve been experimenting …

For instance, I stopped on my way to pick up dinner the other night to snap a pic of my favorite tree in Charlotte.  Here’s the original photo.

 

And here’s what it looked like after a bit of experimenting.

 

And after a bit more.

 

Then I decided to try this stuff out with another tree photo.  Here’s the original.

Once again I imported it into a photo app and edited.  And then into a second app and edited some more.  Because what tree is complete without its own watery reflection where there was none?

All the power went to my head, and I got a Zeus complex.  Who says you can’t add in weather?

Then I went back to the second red tree, imported it into the other app, and played some more.

And some more.

 

So tell me, what do you think of the trees now?  Too much?  Which one is your favorite?

 

 

iPhone Photo Phun

Master of my domain

Hi, everybody!
Exciting news: I am now master of this domain, so reset your bookmarks from ontherocksandstraightup [at] blogspot [dot] com to simply ontherocksandstraightup [dot] com.  The old site should automatically redirect you to this one, but just in case, make note.
Along these lines, I have new contact information.  You can now reach me at angie [at] ontherocksandstraightup [dot] com
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Have fun storming the castle!

Writer’s workshop prompt: What was it about that movie?  Describe a movie you once had memorized.

To this day, I don’t know what it is about The Princess Bride, but a small kernel of my brain has devoted itself to maintaining the movie on constant re-run status.  So much so that the hubster suggested (only half kidding) that I donate my brain to science so they can find and study this particularly annoying cluster of cells after I’m dead and gone.  
It all comes down to the fact that this movie is just so damn quotable.  Anytime I snarkily say “As you wish,” all I can think off is Buttercup hurling herself down the steep hill after Westley when she’s just realized that it really is Westley and not the Dread Pirate Roberts.  Likewise, when I’m feeling particularly melodramatic, I tend to drop into Buttercup’s, “You mock my pain!”  (I try not to remember The Man in Black’s reply: “Life is pain, Highness.  Anyone who says differently is selling something.”)  
Every time I think of a wedding, in the back of my head, I can hear my friend Christine from law school, reciting the clergyman’s speech at the beginning of Buttercup’s truncated wedding to Prince Humperdinck.  We spent most of our 3L year planning our weddings, and she had this thing down pat.  “Mawage.   Mawage is wot bwings us togeder tooday.  Mawage, that bwessed awangment, that dweam wifin a dweam …”
Seriously, people, this is not the stuff of Citizen Kane, but it is catchy.  Who among us didn’t spend a sizable portion of middle and high school Spanish classes muttering in bad accents, “My name is Inigo Montoya.  You killed my father.  Prepare to die.”
Anyone?  Bueller?  Bueller?  Oh, wait, different favorite movie.
Again, TPB is never going to win an Academy Award, or even a Razzie, but how can you not love it for lines like Vizzini’s, “You fool!  You fell victim to one of the classic blunders – the most famous of which is ‘Never get involved in a land war in Asia’ – but only slightly less well-known is this: ‘Never go up against a Sicilian when death is on the line!’”
And lastly, a classic from Prince Humperdinck: “Would you at least consider me as an alternative to suicide?”