Tuesday, April 19, 2011

ANOTHER PICTURE ON ANOTHER WALL

Wandering around your parent’s house you start to notice your footprint left behind. As I looked at the pictures on the walls of my Dad’s house I started to think about the people that have seen me staring back at them. What did they think? Well, here’s a photo from my Father’s fireplace mantle:



Google, The Hoist.

I started to realize that everyone who is invited to look at these pictures tucked in next to four sisters worth of wedding photos will get a clear idea of who I am. Like the year I instead on only wearing turtlenecks…

Or Mickey ears…



That I would sit with my ankles crossed with perfect posture…



Or spent the entire 1980s in really, really short shorts…


I guess it’s true; we are made up of a bunch of moments. Mine just happen to be gayer than most. Really gay moments.

10 comments:

Damien Oz said...

Fantastic moments.

They are you.

Our moments are the most precious possessions we have.

Pac said...

Please don't tell me you've outgrown short shorts.

Blobby said...

REALLY gay ones.

If you'd only worn the Mickey ears, the short shorts and crossed your legs like that, you'd be uber-gay. :)

...but cute.

Underground Dude said...

BAH HAH HAH!

Bruce said...

You need to post the one sitting on the fence on the "Born This Way" blog.

emcitychris said...

The 80's were all about the short shorts, trust me.

Jim said...

Love the short shorts!

Wonder Man said...

I agree with Bruce

John said...

The Hoist... awesome. I wonder if any of your dad's innocent Mormon friends ever went to Google with that inquiry?

Tony (LT) said...

Lordy, I'm having trouble getting past the top photo. WOOF!