I have need a serious break from seriousness. Jerome’s diary was a nice start but I feel the need to go all the way to full-on silliness. I got my inspiration when I came across a toddler photo of me during a hunt for something else. I knew I had to do a diary with this picture and challenge the rest of you to expose your inner funny-looking kid.
Hey, I’m talking to you — can you top my cross-eyed mouth-breather with a vacant stare?
Update [2005-11-2 13:3:51 by AndiF]: I am not getting any competition in the pathetically funny-looking kid competition. In fact, you are all are a bunch of adorable mensches. So now I feel pressured to show that I did in fact become a relatively normal looking kid. Here I am on my 20th birthday in 1970 which was also the night that Jim and I got engaged (the ring was in the “O” of the “love” in card he made).
Mom age 17ish – 1942….definitely not safe bicycle riding!
Today’s her 80th Birthday – more details in FBC today
from the 40’s, she’d kill me.
I love the picture, though — even if it isn’t the least bit funny-looking.
Here I am at, I think Dennis the Menace Playground. I still remember how irritated I was by the sand in my clothes. And what’s with the patent leather shoes at the playground? Aunt Hazel must have been in town.
I can even hear you thinking “Just for today I’m not going to take the sand out of my pants and I’m not going to complain about these stupid shoes — but nobody’s gonna make me like it.”
Look how comfortable that other girl looks compared to me!
I don’t have a scanner for my favorite silly picture, so this is what you get:
then take a picture of the picture — I promise it’s photo quality we’re looking for.
Oh, good idea…I’ll be back shortly!
I wanna stay home all day hitting reload on this diary. I can tell, it’s going to be the best ever!
But, I’m already late and I haven’t made lunch yet, so I’ve got to go.
I’ll peak in later, so get those photos up!
Katiebird – I’m in the same boat. Really looking forward to this diary tonight!
AndiF – that picture is both hilarious and adorable!!!
I can’t beat your cross-eyed mouth breather with a vacant stare, but only because my Mom only gave me 6 pictures of myself as a kid. You know how it is…you take a picture of every milestone with the first one; first smile, first tooth, first incident of projectile vomiting…and then by the 5th or 6th you just don’t care anymore.
Here I am in the wagon, I’m the littlest one, with my Dad and Grandma sitting on the porch. WHat you can’t see is that they probably both have a beer next to them and it’s only 10 o’clock in the morning. Oh well, this is my childhood…growing up in a pack, the big ones taking care of the little ones. There were two more kids yet to be born for a grand total of 8. I guess my oldest sister was elsewhere for this photo.
except that the adorableness sort of ruins the effect.
There are very few pictures of me — I think you can guess why.
LOL! My poor brother…he had 7 of these freaky white-haired sisters.
We had to look totally serious to keep from giggling…
I’m so sorry. Have they found a genetic component to the facial anomaly?
I can tell you’re much younger than I am because colors weren’t invented until I was a teenager.
using artificial “enhancements” to ratchet up your funny-lookingness is an automatic disqualification in the “can you top this” competition.
Well, since your picture is clearly one that cnnot be topped, could you please have pity on those of us with less unfortunate photos in our photo albums?
as a life lesson for the CabinBoys — sometimes what seems to a huge disadvantage ends up actually being a
Andi, you know those funny greeting cards where they use actual vintage photographs? Your cross-eyed picture would no doubt generate lots of stares. You just need to come up with a good caption.
I meant “lots of sales”…where did “stares” come from? Not that anyone stared at me as a kid…or even now…
Oh thank you!!
I am in great need of some light-heartedness.
I can’t believe I’m doing this but…I need a laugh too.
So, which sport did you ultimately choose?
Very cute.
Neither, was a total non-starter, much to my fathers sorrow.
but there’s this “wow are you cute” factor that puts me easily in the lead.
Ah, but that was before my cover was blown, alien child from planet x!
Nice muff!
Waaa, lost coffee through the nose there, lol!
Warn us next time SecondNature!!! Cripes I about fell out of my chair!!!! 🙂
Jeebus that’s the funniest damn thing I’ve seen all week!!!
That was an 8.3 on the Snortchter scale!!!!
Glad I could provide you with snortage this morning. Don’t let IndyLib know this, but I always wanted a muff when I was a kid, but they were not for po folk like us.
Disclaimer: the above comment does not reveal any latent homosexual tendencies.
That’s pretty good on the funny-looking factor. Too bad you’re still so damn cute.
Ha! Trust me, the funny looking lasted, the cute faded …
Clearly, I had the best taste in shoes. Who else would have thought to wear light blue slippers with bobby socks? BTW…that is my first and only doll, and the second last time I wore a dress.
Shoe sense! It’s a good thing! And I was never one for dolls either, I dismembered them.
Clearly SN and Vida are trying to give me some competition but both are still behind because they haven’t been able to overcome the high level of cute blondness.
But I figured I’d better protect my lead with another one of the 5 baby/toddler pictures of me in existence (my mother claimed that camera was broken — strangely enough, it got fixed right after my very cute younger sister was born and coincidentally [or not] when my crossed-eyes were fixed in an operation.)
Nice touch adding the red nose and drool to the crossed-eyes, dontcha think?
Ok..you win! Now stop being so damned funny. I’ve already laughed myself into an asthma attack.
My parents were laughing so hard that the pictures they took of me were never in focus!
I feel I am forced to reveal the famed German red-cheeked alcohol effect inherited from my aforementioned grandmother. Here I am, 20 years old, already married, downing a rum and coke (I think) and being humped by my sister’s Doberman. Sadly, this would be the most action I saw for the remainder of that 20 year marriage.
about those kids you claim to have.
I see IndyLib is here and can undoubtedly tell just how much “gaydiation” you generate with comments like that.
The gaydiation from that muff compliment upthread almost knocked me out of my chair.
PS. Second Nature is HOT.
well pick your damn self up off the floor. That is what those fuzzy hand warming things are called. You obviously are too young and unhip to know this.
I said that was the most action I would “see” for the next 20 years. Obviously the impregnation occured while I was unconscious.
And I want you and IndyLib to know that the dog was quite obviously a male dog…so enough with the gaydiation.
I am about 3 in this picture, but here at 35 I still look pretty much like this before coffee.
Obviously you just wanted to be left alone with Big Bird. This grouchy photo of Indy was brought to you by the number 6 and the color yellow…
but I looked at this and thought that this is how Johnny Depp must have looked like as a kid — beguiling and serious.
Considering that I think he is a stunningly beautiful man, and I have no hang-ups about gender, I think I’ll take it as compliment, thanks. 🙂 I actually was a fairly serious kid but I’ve always had a clownish sense of humor that comes out at weird times. Oh, and I do not look like Johnny Depp now, what with the boobies and the extra goofiness in the facial area.
This was a great diary idea, AndiF, thanks for doing it. I love everybody’s pictures!
In fact, here I am at about the same age training my parents to understand my “non-traditional” relationship with gender. Note the dolly atop the Action Garage Playset, and my completely blissed out expression.
Indy, you are so cute. You do really look blissed out. Don’t you wish you could go back and give yourself a hug?
My sense is that I was a really funny looking kid, and that I’ve just matured into a funny looking woman. ‘Cute’ doesn’t register for me when I look at myself. Here’s a peek into my twisted psyche: my self-image is best when I’m naked and you can’t see my face. :p
But I think your whole family is adorable — both then and now. I don’t think blonde children are spooky, I think they’re angelic. 🙂 And your boys are really cute, they favor you in the face.
HEY!!! I had the same fischer price garage 🙂 I loved those!!! Had the FP airplane and bus.
And I had the same freakin doll!!!!!!! Her name was “Rosie” I think. I loaned her to a sick kid (chickenpox) and their little sister colored her face with green magic marker. Total bummer.
Like I said, I think we’re related! : )
I also had a daisy air gun, cowboy spurs and CHAPS!!! Assless, too – I might add. As well as one of those punching clowns which I rode down the stairs. Ker thump ker thump 🙂
I’m so jealous of all those neat toys. All we ever got were PJ’s. And, apparently, bad home haircuts.
OMG, we did have all the same toys. One of my favorite toys ever was the Green Machine. We had epic races around my neighborhood on the totally under-rated semi-pro Green Machine Circuit. And did you have that treehouse thing with the Weebles? Weebles used to be the perfect size to choke a toddler, it’s amazing so many in our generation lived.
The rest is all charming and funny, DJ, but the assless chaps make us soul sisters. 🙂
My Big Whell could kick your Green Machine’s ass 🙂
My favorite, well one of my favorites was this oven you sat on your carpeted floor called Creepy Crawler. You made rubber bugs and leeches with it. It was hella cool!!! If you didn’t set the house on fire you got icky globby goop all over. wicked fun 🙂
And….
YARD DARTS!!!
Ours actually ended up in the neck of the neighborhood navy base slut. She didnt’ die or anything. The MPs gave em back to us, too.
I miss my Zippy the Chimp.
isn’t he president now?
Love your sig line!!!
“W” bench – whole new meaning now huh??
We listen to that Alice’s Restaurant while eating Thanksgiving dinner – it’s tradition.
Thanks,
sounds like a functional T-Day! I would love to come and take 8 by 10 glossy photos!
I had 0 dolls as a child; couldn’t stand them. My prized possession was my battery powered Andy Guard Tank* with which I would knock down my elaborate Lincoln Log buildings.
Love the smug expression — it’s exactly how I figure you look as you delivering yet another zinger.
* which I believed was named after me.
I had trucks and dolls. 🙂
But… my dolls and clowns and those Geisha girls our Navy dads brought home from Japan… all went into the closet at night time.
You see, at night they’d let their white fangs protude from their plastic maws… if I held my breath and had my eyes wide open… I could actually hear them swallowing and making smack smack sounds.
That picture I posted represents 50% of my childhood doll collection. Much to my mother’s dismay, I could not be bothered with a Barbie even if you paid me. Model trains, though, could put me in a trance for days.
AndiF Guard Tank in Lincoln Log BooTown sounds like a ton of fun.
I liked Barbie dolls in the tub. 🙂
I had Rosie and one that was just a doll’s head and it came with make up and you could yank a ponytail out of her head. Very strange! 🙂
One of my favorite toys and this might esssplayne some things about me… was a – not sure what it was called – but I called it my hoppity horse. Big Yellow ball with handles sticking out of a horsey type head. And you could bounce all over with it. I was a bit of a daredevil. Riding punching clowns down stairs and such.. I remember taking the Hoppity Horse and jumping off the shed roof. That’s all I remember… can’t even remember if I made it or not.
Absolute favorite toy…. Cardboard boxes. You could turn those into rockets, houses, hideaways, limosines… and then flatten em out and ride them down the stairs.
We must be related. I have the same morning grumpage.