another dorky kid photo
Anyone who knows me and who has sat still long enough to hear the story knows that I am now 3-2 on bouquet catches at weddings. I did have a perfect record of 3-0 and wanted to maintain that unblemished perfection but the last two screwed that up. I put no faith in the theory behind the tradition. For me it is just sport.
On that note, and with my sister’s recent zeal for her new scanner I am posting another drop down, rolling on the floor in painful hysterics childhood photo. I never really liked this picture. I don’t know why I was so eager to catch that bouquet (maybe it was the beginning of the “for sport” attitude that I have now). It always was a reminder for me of things that were not always pleasant. After giving it some thought I realized that I should post the picture along with the details why I have never liked it. How could I deprive you of one of my many less than flattering moments? It would just not be right.
1. I was a dork. I still am one but I am now more accepting of my dorkiness. I wanted to be one of those popular kids but never was.
2. My hair. My mother ALWAYS kept my hair cut real short. I hated it. There were many times when it was cut too short and I looked like a boy. I have issues to this day with short hair on me – not other people; just me. I don’t know why she did it and have not gotten a reasonable answer on that (to my knowledge) but she has been well informed of the trauma that it caused me growing up and has since apologized, saying that she had no idea that it did that to me.
3. Once again, the matching outfits. This was not too bad (now that I think about it) but we thought it was at the time. We hated dressing alike when we were little. As Stacy and I got older we sometimes did it to be cute (and still do if the mood hits us and we actually have the same outfit to wear) but for the most part she has her taste and I have mine and I take my cues from her on the rest.
4. Geez… could I be any more anxious here?
Another thing that I noticed looking at the picture now are the hair styles. I forget the exact date of this wedding but it looks like maybe 1981 or so. Mannnn…all that feathering.
Anyways, enjoy.