I thought it would be a fun post to share with you guys a few pics from my past and comment on all of them. I grew up in an Italian-American household so several of the pics are from those events. Enjoy!
Picture 1
This was I believe a birthday party held in honor of my grandfather. Several family members attended as well as many friends including Dick. Despite living in a small town, Dick always dressed as if we we were in Paris. He would always wear either a beret or a headband. To say Dick was eccentric was an understatement. I remember when I was I attended an Italian-American club picnic where we decided to play a game of volleyball. Half way through, Dick and his pink headband cups his hands around his mouth and yell-whispers,
“Do you smell poo-poo?”
I shook my head no.
Picture 2
This is when I graduated from college in 2002. I would later learn I had moderate to severe ADD, hence why it took a cool 6 years to get my bachelors degree. I hated college. As my college graduation gift, my husband bought me a long hair Chihuahua which I lovingly named Chichi Barbados. Fast-forward 15 years and I’m convinced that if there is a nuclear fall out, there will be 3 things left on the Earth: cockroaches, rats and Chichi. I am convinced shes a vampire dog and has a good 200 more years left.
Picture 3
If I had a 15-year-old daughter, she would NOT be trick or treating in this slutty vampire outfit. A+ for my parent’s choice to allow me out of the house in this. Notice my friends on each side are dressed in reasonable flannel/comfortable clothing. This was when Nirvana exploded on to the music scene and I too should have been sporting flannel. Not me though, I thought it was a good idea to wear fishnet hoisery, a black leotard and black gloves…..at 15.
Picture 4
Growing up, this was perfectly normal to me but my sister’s first Godfather was a clown. Maybe that is why she went to prison. His name was Flaky the Clown.
“Do the quarter trick! Do the quarter trick!” I would plead when he came into my family’s restaurant. He also made the best balloon dogs!
Apparently my father found it completely acceptable to fire godfathers and hire new ones. At some point Flaky must have pissed him off so he fired him and my cousin was placed into the position. Had he known what he was getting into, I’m guessing he would have politely declined.
Firstly what a great mix Italians family and prties, i can smell the cooking from here. 15 in fishnets you must have had your parents tearing their hair out… as most 15yr old girls do. Now i must remember if you want family members to not go to prison then avoid flaky clowns as god fathers ? Happy #SundayBlogShare
Lol! And heres the thing: I was one of the most uptight 15yr olds. I wasn’t a slutty teen. Hell, I barely made out with my boyfriend. And his name was Flaky the clown. How funny right?
Hilarious! But I didn’t really think you were. X
Thank you!
Youre6 welcome. ?
OMG. Where to start? I love everything about this post. Well, except for the part where it took you six years to get through college. Poor you! But you did it, and got a long-lasting dog out of the deal, too. And the rest? The clown godfather! The slutty costume! Now I simply MUST stop drinking coffee and run out and get a beret.
And don’t forget the pink head bands Dick would wear. LOL!!!
enjoyed the stroll down memory lane. Great pics.
Thank you!!
Enjoyed your pictures and your stroll down memory lane. Thanks for sharing!
You’re welcome!!!
Haha I love the slutty vampire outfit. Also, I’m loving Dick.
Ok, I had to read your comment twice in the drive thru line as I literally thought you wrote: I love Dick! And I’m like “wow, that’s a little TMI, thank you for telling me!” Yes, I am actually a 12-year-old boy in a 40-year-old’s body. LOL!
Haha. Oh yeah I love that too. (I’m a 12yr old boy in a 41yr old’s body ??).
Ah, that’s awesome! Maybe we can discuss farts and fidget spinners next? LOL!!
Haha. Farts- yes. Fidget spinners- never. By the way, how on earth was I not following your blog?!?! All fixed now!!
Ah, thank you! And I wasn’t following you yet. Fixed that too!
Okay, I gotta go through this with you bit by bit… when someone asks you if you smell poo-poo, just stare at their butt in horror until they go away. Unless you really do smell poo, in which case, glance around surreptitiously, and maybe take a quick inventory of your own trouser situation.
That Halloween costume. My actual reaction, as I sit here eating breakfast and scrolling through this post: “Girlfriend, what are you wearing.” I was all set to judge you for your slutty choices at 15, then I thought back to my costume that year. “Yeah, it checks out. Nevermind.”
But for real… I don’t know what’s weirder, firing a godfather, firing a clown godfather, or hiring a painted demon to be godfather to your baby girl in the first damned place. Oh… okay, looks like it’s that last thing. Cool, glad we cleared that up. (Still laughing about firing him, though)
Very well thought-out observations. And hilarious, btw!! What was your costume during your teen years?
13, if I remember correctly, was the year I thought I went as a cat. Looking back, I was obviously dressed as a confused prostitute who’d gained access to a bedazzler. Variations on this theme continued, but I’m pretty sure 15 was also my “slutty vampire” year. I don’t even recall if I bothered with fangs, which is sad. There was also glitter involved but please understand this was pre-Twilight and I’m just all about glitter.
What an awesome trip down memory lane … you’re family looks like a hell of a lot of fun 😉
I laughed out loud when I read this. There were some fun parts and my middle sister was a riot but I’d like to think of them as more “unique” or “special”.
Unique and special ay … a have 2 kids that fit that description lol. And where would we be without them in our families 🙂
Btw … I think you did well to rock the vampire outfit at a time when the status quo was doing Nirvana! 🙂
Thank you! It just confirms the fact that Halloween is such a slutty holiday!!
LOL … it’s only just becoming more popular here. I haven’t learnt ‘halloween door-knocking’ etiquette yet, and yes, have managed to make the knock-ers cry 😉