Little Julie

After admitting to a coworker that I still have an old arm cast from the kindergarten in a plastic bin...I decided to revisit some of my old keepsakes.  I came across a "book" I had written about myself in the 2nd grade.  Here's the cover:

Frankly, I don't know how this book wasn't a New York Times Bestseller.  I mean, look at what a beauty I was. 

I really missed my calling as an illustrator - don't you think?  It's hard to get past the almost perfect likeness of the self portrait but my favorite part is the picture of my arm.  If you can't read the words they point out that I "have broke to arms".  I guess that breaking two arms in the kindergarten was the highlight of my life thus far.  Here are some details about my family:

Wow.  I don't know what my dad did but he didn't make the cut.  According to the paragraph, the purple person is my Grandma.  Apparently, the two things at the top of the page are my cats.  Either that or a couple of ticks.  Hmmm....I wonder if anyone noticed that someone pretty important is missing from this page?

OK...you're going to have to check back in for the rest of the book.  The reasons are two-fold.  Number one, it will give me something to post about for several days and number two, I'm too lazy to scan all of the pages in tonight.

PS.  I don't remember having a 6 legged cat.