Here Is A Sweet Idea
Sweet sent me this idea after reading the Mini Celeb post.
Tramp,
As I looked at the photos of the mini celebrities, I wondered what the mini us (meaning your readers) would look like. You could use our call names. What do you think? I am sure all of us could dig up a childhood photo. Just a thought!
I considered that idea. I thought to myself, "Man, wouldn't that be great! It would be personal and funny. But I'd better not say funny."
So I say let's give it a try. Email me those yearbook photos and I'll put them together for a Mini Us post. Goofy and weird photos are encouraged. Hey, if it's good enough for those celebrities, it's good enough for us.
I was a funny looking kid myself. With immigrants for parents, I looked like Supergeek the Wondernerd. Of course I am a late bloomer.
I'm still waiting.
posted by Tramp at
Sunday, August 06, 2006
4 Comments:
There is no photographic evidence that I was ever younger than fifteen years old.
Except that one video of my father throwing my three year old self at the kitchen ceiling. But we don't talk abotu that.
15 is fine.
I was a child until I hit the age of, um… let's see...
I am still a child!
And there is nothing wrong with that pic of yourself at three. That method is still used by the Russians to train cosmonauts for weightlessness.
Oh, I have no idea where the video is. I imagine, when my mother packed my brother and I up in the middle of the night and snuck out of the house, it wasn't on her list of things to take.
Sweet, that photo will go at the top.
And Pete, tat sounds like a sad story. Your mother must have had to put up with a horrible situation to do something as desperate as that. If you would like to share this story, I would be happy to post it and inform as many people as possible about your families plight. It might also give someone in similar circumstances the push they need to get out of it. Your mother sounds like a very brave and intelligent woman. You should sing her praises. And be glad you have her.
I lost my own mother to cancer at the age of 18. She was 50. And she was the best mother anyone could possibly hope for. She was a Yugoslavian immigrant. Her name was Augustina. I still miss her.
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