Happy Look Alike Day

I look like my Mom.

Who looks like her Mom.

Who looked like her Mom.

From here to 100, I know what to expect.

I'm not sure how I feel about that.

Anyway - don't believe me about looking like my Mom? Check it out.

This is me - last year right around this time. Sorry about the eucalyptis growing out of my head.

This is my Mom - a little over fifty years ago, when she was a senior in high school.

Yep - I'm my mother's child. I'm sure someone will compare those two pictures and not see it, but if that's you, trust me. We're duplicates. Except I'm taller. By a long shot - and I take pride in that.

Anyway, I'm the image of Mom, Grandma, and Gran, but I'd like to wish a Happy Lookalike Day (today's holiday of choice) to some of my other favorite lookalikes.

There's Sarah, a friend from work, who came over with some of the work girls for a Christmas party last December. (I find that the most logical time to host Christmas parties.) One of the girls took our picture and Sarah had her copy sitting on her desk at work. She was moved to another office, so the picture went with her. One of the guys in that office asked if we were sisters. Sarah has a whole truckload of sisters, but I'm not one of them. Still, after she and I analyzed the picture a bit, we could see how we might be mistaken for sisters. We both had curly hair that day, and our hair color is very similar too. We're both pale as can be. Yeah, we can be sisters.

My second lookalike is Faith. Faith and I met in college, where we ended up being suite-mates. After college, we both ended up living in the same town and have stayed good friends. We go to the same church and we are both addicted to scrapbooking. (We're teaching her daughter to follow suit.) Since we're together at church so much, people often think we're sisters, even though neither of us think we look anything alike. But our favorite was when someone in Sunday School referred to her when he meant to use my name. Someone corrected him and he said, "Oh, Faith - Bekah, Bekah - Faith. They're one and the same." So we're not just lookalikes. We're the same person!

Next is Kristina. I think that's how you spell it. I can't remember. She and I used to work in the same building and I guess if you didn't know us very well, you could get us mixed up. We had similar hairstyles and builds. She was taller and thinner (and prettier, in my opinion) but there were similarities. Kristina was married, and toward the end of the time that she worked in my building, she was expecting her first baby. One day, during the summer, when I walked into work, the cleaning lady was washing the window and stopped to say hi. We chatted for a second and as I walked away, I heard her say something about how I was really blossoming. I was very confused for a minute and then realized she thought I was Kristina, and she was commenting on my PREGNANCY! I had worn a blue jumper that day - and I never wore it again to work. I am happy to be Kristina's lookalike, but I'd prefer not to be mistaken for a pregnant person!

And finally...this will only be meaningful to Phats, Nutz, and Brandon...remember Katina? Oh yeah. Second grade. A teacher tapped me on my shoulder at my locker and called me Katina.