Anyway, I just found this picture. It's me (big surprise--sorry--I promise the next blog entry I post will not have a picture of me in it) on Easter god-knows-how-many-years-ago. (I have a really hard time gaging the ages of children--even when the child is myself. I have no idea how old I am in this picture. Am I one? Probably not. But two? Three? Four? Ten? I have no freaking idea.)
Of course it's probably not even dawn yet and I've already eaten all of my chocolate. (I think "eaten" is a kind word for what I've apparently done to the chocolate, considering how much of it is smeared on my face.) (Speaking of my face, I like the forlorn/glazed over look I've got going. It's like I'm looking for more chocolate--dear god, please, more chocolate--but part of me knows that if I have any more chocolate, I might die.) (Yet I still want more.)
Oh, this was supposed to be a "happy Easter" post. So happy Easter. Or happy egg day. Or happy Passover. Or happy whatever-you-believe. Just happy. Lots of happy to you and yours.
Speaking of Easter, this really big bunny just brought me several old photo albums and I thought I'd share a few more photos with you. (Okay, fine, there was no bunny, I fucking made up the bunny. I just wanted to use the god-danged scanner a few more times tonight.)
(1) The Chansonettes Get Ready To Perform at Their 8th Grade Graduation, July 1969:
At first glance, there's nothing particularly exciting about this photo. Just a gaggle of girls getting ready to perform at their 8th grade graduation.
However, when we look at the photo again, and give it a new name this time, this photo takes on all sorts of levels of excitement. So let's look at the photo again, k?(2) My Two Moms Get Ready To Perform at Their 8th Grade Graduation, July 1969:
Yes, six years after this photo is taken, my mom (pictured, center) will marry my dad. Two years after that, they will have me. Two years after that, they will get divorced. About five years after that, my step-mom (pictured, left) will marry my dad. They will later get divorced too. But both of these Chansonettes are still mothers to me and the fact that they've known each other since kindergarten only makes my two moms that much cooler than your two moms.
(3) My Dad's Mouth, circa 1978:
I don't know what to say about this photo other than: Dad, what are you doing?
Oh, and some might say that my dad looks like Jeff Goldbloom in this photo.
I, however, think he looks like me. Or I look like him. Or--whatever--you know what I mean. Let's look at the photo again, with something to compare it against.
(4) My Dad's Mouth, circa 1978, and (5) My Mouth, 2006:
It's kinda eerie, isn't it? I'm guessing my dad is around 28-years-old in this picture, the same age as I am now. Maybe it's just me, but I think we look almost exactly the same. Except he's looking into the camera lens and I'm looking at a computer screen. But they didn't have computers back when his photo was taken--if they did have them, I'm sure he would have been looking into a computer screen too.
(6) Hallaween [sic], 1988 (aged 11):
I just found this photo and I was like OH. MY. GOD.
I think it kinda speaks for itself.
In other words, no comment. None from me anyway. Feel free to comment yourself. (And here's where I was like "OH. MY. GOD." again. But not about the "hallaween" photo above, this time I was like "OH. MY. GOD." because of the shameless request for comments.)
(I am a comment whore and I admit it.)
(At least I'm not a whore.) (Though I think I was dressed as a whore for "hallaween" in 1988.)