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Nick and I have been through a lot through the years. With all the hairdo's, glasses, perms and fros, we've managed to keep it together no matter what was in style. We kept on keepin' on with our uncanny ability to look alike no matter what the decade. Enjoy our look back on the many faces of Nick and Stephanie:

The 50s. Awww to be young again. 1954. Nick hated these peepers on me, but they were so stylish, I couldn't resist. They eventually grew on him.

1961 Grew on Daddy-O so much he decided to get his own. Not as "Cattish" as mine, but still super rad.


1973. Can you dig it?


Mid-70's. What can I say? We were the original funksters. We had to get up extra early each morning just to make sure our fro's were perfectly fro'd out. I can't even tell you how many times Nick had to help me get a pick unstuck from this head of hair...

'78. Jimmy Carter was president and we grew up and out of the fro. Dyn-o-mite! '80. Why do I suddenly have a craving for mushrooms?
'82. Perms were all the rage and we weren't about to be square pegs.

1986. Being in Eastern Kentucky, the newest styles came around at least 3 years after the rest of the country. Michael Jackson's 1982 hit Thriller was just making it's way to Pikeville. #1 Fans!

1993. Never looked better. Judging by my pic, I think this is when "Glamour Shots" became cool. We thought we were da' bomb.

'95. Nick's mullet motto: business in the front, party in the back. Me, still perming. I think the last piece of fried hair from this decade of damage finally grew out last summer.

We partied like it was 1999. Too many hoho's and cheeseburgers for Nick this year, too much bleach for me. Hindsight is 20/20.

My stars, how the years fly by!