Since Brittnee's birthday is tomorrow, I thought it appropriate to highlight her.
Brittnee is my cousin. Aren't cousin's the greatest? I seriously love that relationship. Closer than friends, but not so close that you fight all the time. And you get to be friends with all kinds of people. Brittnee grew up in Arizona and me in Cali. We wouldn't have known each other if we had not been cousins. I have no sisters so this is an important relationship for me.
My friendship with Brittnee was especially crucial during my teenage years. We were such good friends. During my junior year, I'm sure we saw each other at least monthly. It was a 50 minute plane flight or a five hour drive. We knew each other's friends. Britttnee even showed up in my high school year book...with her name in the caption and all. And it's not like I went to a small high school. It helps that she went to prom with one of the most popular boys in school. That's right. One of my friends asked her to prom. And he was on prom court. I don't remember if he won prom king or not.
We have shared all kinds of secrets. Got into all kids of trouble. Slept in a bathroom. Gone to AFY together. Started our own club...BOA (Babes Of America). Shared a bra (a story for another time). Partied together. Stayed up way past late. Went to prom together (not together, together, but in a group). Made videos of just about everything. Written songs. Been to concerts. Were followed by a mime. Sewed skirts. Sewed hideous matching dresses and wore them to church. Ran through the park sprinklers in the wee hours of the morning. Shopped. Played pranks. Danced. Ate Grandma Sycamore's bread (no, that's not our grandma). Dressed in outrages costumes...even in public places. Laughed 'til we cried. And now we're having kids at roughly the same time. After all that, it hardly seems we should be allowed to have kids.
We don't keep in contact like we used to. We definitely don't see each other monthly. But Brittnee is pretty good about calling.
I had a really hard time limiting these pictures...I have SO many of our crazy shenanigans.
Katie and Brittnee...the early years. (and Mike, too.)
Grandma's infamous tub.
My mom made us these lovely outfits.
Check out the acid wash jeans.
We put on a show on my back patio...we were like 14.
Orange County Fair Photo Booth
Your Sweet 16 Birthday Bash
The next set of black and white pictures were all taken the same day. I don't remember who took the pictures or how we convinced someone to follow us around with a camera for an entire day. And why did we decide these weird things were important to have pictures of? Regardless, they're fun to have. They sum up our relationship well.
I laugh my head off every time I see this one.
Don't worry, no one took this one. We set the camera on a tri-pod. We only had one picture left on the roll and this is what we decided to do with it. It was LATE at night and we swore we'd never show anyone. So much for that. It's now posted on the internet.
Right before a dance.
Another failed pyramid.
For anyone who's wondering, the boy with his arm around me and the major sock tan is my brother, Mike.
AFY...no that's not a typo. It's Adventures For Youth.
Just hangin' out by the pool.
Thanks for the good times!