And now for something totally different

It’s another Space Camp Thursday, with absolutely no space camp pictures. Sorry folks, I figured you all needed a well-deserved break from all that zero gravity fun as too much of it may make you a bit loopy. Trust me.

So today, in honor of my 25th birthday, instead of embarrasing pictures of me at 13, here are some embarrasing photos of me from my formative toddler years.

This one’s a doozy…what the Fug Girls call “a scroll down fug.” At first glance, it’s just a cute baby picture. But then…

Yes, it says “Foxy.” And yes, it was prominantly displayed at every, single family get-together, graduation party, wedding or anywhere else where someone could say, “Heeey, foxy!” I’m not sure what the photographer at Sears or my parents were thinking, and I’m not sure I want to.

This one’s a great shot for three reasons. One, my older brother is looking studley. But it’s 1980s studley, which, let’s be honest here, isn’t so studley. Two, my dad’s haircut. And three, my younger brother in a sailor suit.

Here I am rocking the mullet that would later be passed on to my poor daughter. Again, note my dad’s haircut. Totally. Awesome. I think I’d like the bowl cut to be back in style. Can someone take care of this for me? Consider it a birthday gift.

And here I am practicing to be a either a Hollywood starlet or the winner of America’s Top Model.

See…

This one’s from my first birthday party. Quite the shindig, huh? My older sister looks so happy to be at such a fun event. Actually, she looks like she’s ready to bolt her 16-year-old butt out the door, into our 1980 Datsun and out to a high school party, which would probably have less cake and more keg-stands. I, on the other hand, look ecstatic. My first experience with cake…mmmmmmm. That’s still the face I make when someone puts a cake in front of me.

Actually, this picture kind of reminds me of someone.

Frightening, isn’t it.