Holey underoos, Batman!
I have been busy tonight uploading some thirty pictures to my flickr site. Feel free to pay it a visit. Unfortunately, after I reached my upload limit, I came across this most funny picture of myself in the second grade circa September 1980. I uploaded it to my .Mac site until I can put it on flickr. I may try to find some more embarrassing pictures of myself and create a set of those at flickr.
I can’t recall the last time I had hair that fell over my forehead. As for the Robin underoos, well, I still wear those.
I do wonder what my Mom was thinking, sending me to school to have my picture taken in an underoos tee-shirt. Maybe she forgot that day was picture day.
But I look tanned and freckle-faced probably from another summer spent at the public pool. Ah, to be that healthy, happy, and cute again!
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Awww. . . you look like you could be full of all kinds of mischief! Thanks for sharing the picture! The background reminds me of a school picture I took just around that time, too. I wonder how many others on the Brood have the forest background.
Comment by Brandi — Tuesday, 19 July 2005 @ 10:10 pm
Heck, school photographers are probably still using that background!
Comment by Matthew — Tuesday, 19 July 2005 @ 10:12 pm
I hope that background is not still being used!
Comment by Brandi — Tuesday, 19 July 2005 @ 10:21 pm
What a cute picture! And, yes, I know that background. How beautiful is the birch.
Comment by Dawn — Wednesday, 20 July 2005 @ 3:22 am
I think the forest is gone. I’ve been getting “laser lights” on the last few school pix I’ve received. I predate such whimsy–or we lived in such backwaters–all I can recall is a blue drape. Don’t think I can bear to look–I hate all photographs of myself. There’s something weird–I NEVER look like myself. This is not vanity speaking, entirely. Friends and family don’t even recognize me in my wedding photos! Am trying to work up the nerve for requested photos for boyfriend. He’s been asking for three years.
Comment by Lisle — Wednesday, 20 July 2005 @ 12:54 pm
It can be difficult to show a lover old pictures of ourselves. There is something more personal about old pictures than contemporary photos, as if we were showing them our selves unguarded and totally open to criticism. “This was me before you knew me, before I had a chance to recreate myself for you.”
Comment by Matthew — Wednesday, 20 July 2005 @ 1:05 pm
I don’t think there is any doubt as to whom Brendan resembles most (was there any?): he does look an extraordinary amount like you at that age. Lucky you. Elliot shares my bad teeth and that is the extent of our physical resemblance. Poor fellow.
Comment by Todd — Wednesday, 20 July 2005 @ 1:38 pm
No doubt really. Everyone says he looks remarkably like me. However, he has stubby, man-fingers with flat thumbs, like my grandfather and like Lynn’s father. He is left-handed like my grandmother and Uncle Scott. Sometimes, when his face is angled a certain way, he looks more like Lynn. But everyone says the physical resemblance between us is pretty close.
Comment by Matthew — Wednesday, 20 July 2005 @ 1:44 pm
At first glance, that did look like an older Brendan!
I feel fairly uncomfortable having people look at pictures of me when I was younger. I feel like I was cute then (and nobody believes me until I show them that my hair used to be a red-blond) and thin. But I always had the same goofy grin. Usually bad hair that darkened to dark brown.
And, as an aside… my family has a picture of me and my brother when we were probably 6 and 2 respectively, with a cheesy woodsy background. I think it was Sears or Penney’s, though, rather than a school picture.
I HATE old pictures of me when I was a teenager. Except for my senior pictures, where I’m just mad that I’m relatively thin there. I want to tell that girl to stop eating so much pizza so that the girl of nearly 30 wouldn’t be so damned fat!
Comment by Mel B. — Wednesday, 20 July 2005 @ 8:12 pm
What would I tell the kid in this picture, if I could speak to him? I might tell him to hit back when someone beats on him. But that would be my Dad talking. It was my Dad who told me I’d have to beat up that kid in the outfield, if I wanted him to stop picking on me! Anyway, I’m not sure telling that young kid something like that would achieve anything. For whatever reason, I was constitutionally unable to fight back, I just could not do it. I don’t know why. Someone would hurt me, and I’d cry. That was my only instinctive response.
Maybe I could tell him, “Let them hit you, but don’t cry. Don’t ever let them see you cry. Think of some crude remark instead, so they hit you again, even harder. Piss ‘em off and make ‘em really work you over good.”
Wait, I think I actually tried that strategy in school, and it didn’t work out too well for me. Oh well.
Comment by Matthew — Wednesday, 20 July 2005 @ 8:31 pm
That picture is adorable, not embarrassing. Do you really think that qualifies as an embarrassing picture of yourself? Sheesh. Did you see my expired passport photo I posted a little while back? Now, that was an embarrassing disclosure of an old photo.
Comment by Scrivener — Wednesday, 20 July 2005 @ 10:01 pm
I saw that picture! I left a comment on it actually. That was a nice mullet you were sporting there. I’ve got some more pictures I’m going to post this weekend, if I can dig them up. One is from college, a passport photo as you say. I may even post my WVU student id photo, in which I have a beard, probably the only picture in existence in which I have a beard. Another picture is a family photo of me, Mom, and Dad from roughly the same time as the underoos photo, maybe taken the next year (1982?). Now that one will be embrassing, I promise. I’m missing my front teeth, I’m wearing a blue and white western-style shirt, jeans, and a huge belt-buckle that would only have been appropriate on a really large Texan.
Comment by Matthew — Wednesday, 20 July 2005 @ 10:15 pm
Oh gads! I can’t believe your mother let you out of the house looking like that!
Comment by Brandi — Wednesday, 20 July 2005 @ 11:15 pm
Wait until you see how my parents are dressed and coifed. I think this picture was embarassing from almost the moment it was taken.
Comment by Matthew — Thursday, 21 July 2005 @ 6:55 am
See, I don’t know why everyone is so embarrassed. We obviously all have really bad photos in our past. I have a family photo where the best thing can be said about any of us is that my dad has thicker hair, and that my mom’s hair is still brown. That’s about it. I have a perm. I’ve got my usual goofy gring. I’m wearing a purple tie. My brother is wearing a white and brown velour shirt that he’d spilled juice on shortly before we left for the picture. So he’s positioned so you don’t see the juice. My mom is wearing a loose knit purple sweater and my dad is wearing a suspiciously Western-style shirt that my mom made herself… has a tag inside, as I recall, that says made especially for you, with love.
Comment by Mel B. — Thursday, 21 July 2005 @ 7:57 pm
I have to agree with Mel, here. The pics of my family that involve really big hair, really big shoulder pads, and really big glasses just crack me up. . . . I’m glad it’s not the eighties anymore!
Comment by Tammy — Monday, 25 July 2005 @ 3:35 pm
I’ve got a family photo I’m going to post with all of the above (big hair, big glasses, etc.). The eighties didn’t have to be that bad. When people dressed casually, they could look OK. It seems like when people got dressed up for pictures that they ended up looking pretty funky.
Comment by Matthew — Monday, 25 July 2005 @ 3:58 pm
I want to forget the big glasses! I remember the impressions that would be left on my nose by the end of the day! I am thankful for the feather-weight, condensed lense, biofocals I have today
Comment by Brandi — Monday, 25 July 2005 @ 5:08 pm