My mother continues to beg me to get rid of some of my “junk” in her basement, so when I was down in NJ for my birthday, I unearthed two large boxes of old photographs. I invite you all to take a trip. A journey into the past, if you will. Sit back and enjoy the ride at my expense.
I started with the tude quite young. Either that or I’m “making a gift.”
I love this picture! The first and last time I EVER smoked. Apparently, my father thought it might be funny. Note the deer-in-the-headlights look on my face. At my old job, I actually replaced my badge photograph with this one.
Grandma and I on our birthday. Karen’s noisemaker is way more interesting than taking a picture with Grammy. And check out that GIANT bowl of baked beans! Those were the good ol’ days.
Grandma and Grandpa took me to some carnival in the dead of winter or something because all of the pictures of that day, I’m bundled up like Nanook. I totally had the hots for the carnie boy. Wonder what he’s up to now?
Whoa there, am I sexy or what? Chubby belly squeezed into a tube top, vertical stripes playing off horizontal stripes, and those shorts couldn’t have been hiked up any higher. Also, nice freakin’ mullet!
