(or "Things found looking for other things")
Tonight, I started a post about my motivations for blogging. That post has no hope of being finished tonight. It has no hope of being finished because, in the process of composing it, I decided to find an example of my earliest creative writing, stories that I wrote in fourth or fifth grade. Now, since this "replacement post" is all about digression, let me digress.
I'm a packrat. I keep stuff. My wife (the lovely and talented MAW) hates that. But since I keep ( most / a lot / some ) of the stuff well-hidden, I've been able to hang on to most of the important stuff.
And tonight, I took a trip down memory lane looking for those stories. Oh, you know I found them - but I found some other great stuff in the process. And let me now share just a couple choice bits with you.
That's right - take a gander at the MAW in 1983!
(As pictured, I guess she would be the UAW* or something.)
She's quite the beauty! But what is she doing with that skinny guy with the bad hair?
Oh - wait. That's me. Well, as you can see, I at least had hair in 1983. A great deal of it in fact - but poorly maintained. On the up side, I only weighed about 175 pounds.
Now isn't that sweet? I'm attacking her on camera.
It's kinda hard to tell whether she's smiling or grimacing, isn't it?
For the sake of (what remains of) my ego, I choose to belive that she was enjoying the whole thing.
Anyway, that's all I got. Hey, at least the MAW looks great in these pix. You can alway crop me out later.
Tomorrow, I hope to get with the program and finish a post entitled:
"Blogging: The writer as exhibitionist"
If not, I've got a ton of stuff I can scan and turn into "fluff" posts while I'm mentally treading water.
Take care.
*Under-Aged Woman? OK, she wasn't strictly a minor. But very young and sweet.
6 comments:
At least ONE of us wouldn't be caught dead in those shorts today.
I like that term, "mentally treading water". It sounds a lot better than, "man, I'm whupped" which is what I usually say.
I don't think I've ever been so overwhelmed by the number of 80's jokes possible to make from one photo (actually two). But instead of trying to narrow them down, I think I'll just say, holy moly I had no idea how much daughter looks like mom!
MAW: I won't speak for you - but I couldn't fit in those shorts. Dead or alive.
Mister: Thanks. I'm thinking about applying for a registered trademark.
Cathy: Hey - are you calling us "80-years-old jokes"?! We're nowhere near that old!! There is a family resemblance, isn't there? (Kinda like you and your Mom...)
OMG...those shorts are AWESOME.
..and yes, she certainly looked like she was smiling and not grimacing!
S&M: Yeah, not everyone can pull off an outfit like that. And I'm pretty sure I'm not one of those that can/did. I will not contradict you on the whole question of smiling.
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