Finishing the four-part series, I bring you the post-college years up until now. (Catch up here, here and here.)

I am missing a few years because I couldn’t find any pictures. I sure take a lot of photos, but I’m never in any of them!

I probably didn’t change much between 2001 and 2005, anyway …

Me with babies Jeter and Posey, in 1998.

On vacation in San Diego, 1999.

12/31/1999 at a New Year’s party — I’m surprised my eyes were open! Also, I’m surprised I’m posting this photo.

I was a classy bride. April 2001.

March 2005: my first 1/2 marathon, and still smiling! Nobody told me my Nike earband was upside down until I was done!

Also 2005, with my hair flat-ironed for a wedding. Unfortunately it was raining so my hair was rebelling.

After the Virginia Beach Rock and Roll 1/2 Marathon in September 2006. It was really hot, and shortly after this photo, I ran into the ocean!

At a friend’s wedding, July 2007.

There you have it!

I do plan on revisiting my photo history again soon, next time with my husband. I’ve got photos of us together going back to 1993!

In my first two timeline installments, I covered eight years. I’m cutting this one short, to end when I graduated college.

So here you have it, my high school and college years! (High school boyfriends’ identities have been blurred for their protection!)

At my sweet sixteen party, 1991. I promise I didn’t still have big hair. But a month or two later, the hairdresser that did my hair for then-boyfriend’s junior prom thought it was still in style:

I don’t think she knew about the big puffy dress that would accompany my big hair!

Winter formal, 1992. Different boyfriend, and non-puffy green velvet dress.

Really, I only dated four guys in high school. They just coincided with different formal events! (The first two lasted about three months each).

This photo from 1993 was my senior year, but my then-boyfriend’s junior prom. My hair and dress are better here than for my own senior prom!

Freshman year of college, 1994. Most definitely, there is alcohol in that cup.

1995 — Here’s the temporary hair dye that wasn’t so temporary. You can sorta see my light roots. When I came home that summer, my mom paid for me to go to a salon and get it fixed!

I unfortunately don’t have any photographic evidence of the pink or purple hair.

Junior year of college, 1996. There is definitely alcohol in that cup.

Halloween party senior year. Or possibly, our 200 Days party — 200 days until graduation always falls around Halloween.

Senior week, right before graduation in May 1997. I’m wearing a R.E.M concert T-shirt. I cropped out the beer. I wouldn’t want you to think I was a lush in college!

Um, no, of course that’s not me … wearing the same shirt as the 1997 photo …

Picking up where I left off last week …

Third grade class photo, 1983.

1984, cheering for pee wee football.

Easter 1985. It’s too bad the photo doesn’t pick up the true color of that sweater vest. That was neon yellow!

OK … here we go to my least favorite stage. I thought I was going to have to void out these years. I think posting embarrassing photos of my house has given me the courage to post embarrassing photos of my young self!

Class photo, 1986. This is where it started going bad. Just the bangs are layered here … but …

Ahhh! Then 1987 happened. Really short shorts, and really bad hair. It wasn’t my fault, I blame the 80s. I was an impressionable 12-year-old!

1988. I included this photo because the glasses are off, and the hair is wet!

Family vacation to Mammoth Caves in 1988. I was 13, my brother 9. Those jeans are two-tone, gray and blue. I’m sure they are cuffed and rolled. I’m glad I had a bershon example in my photo collection, but my parents still possess the best one.

1989, with newborn cousin. Trying to grow out the layers. I think it took a year and a half! No comment on the outfit. Those are matching pink shorts …

Much better, 10th grade school photo, 1990. The bangs are still a bit hair-sprayed, but it’s a big improvement!

My parents finally let me get contacts, and I got my braces off right before 10th grade started. For me, that was the start of high school, as we were in junior high from 7th-9th.

Too bad it wasn’t really a fresh start, everybody knew the old me.

Next week, we will revisit high school and college … stay tuned!