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Behind The Awkwardness

Faceplant

“This is a photo of me faceplanting into the ground after what looks like my sister pushed me off the top. My cousin appears traumatized.”

(submitted by Rhonda)

Tossed

“This is a picture of my younger sister – she was determined to win the elementary school Halloween Costume Contest that year. My mother came up with the brilliant idea to turn her into a salad for Halloween. Her hands were a fork and a spoon and her feet were also tomatoes to match her head. Of course, that year they decided to forgo the Halloween Costume Contest and she was just plain miserable all night, next to her friends that were dressed as princesses and ballerinas.”

(submitted by Toni)

Illegally Blonde

“This is a picture of me, my sister, and my brother. It was unfortunate that my sister and I attended the same hairdresser the previous evening trying to look presentable for our family photo shoot the next day.”

(submitted by Trisha)

The Steal

“Here’s my wife tossing the bouquet… two of my sisters, a friend, and only a distant cousin reaching for it. Believe it or not, the flowers were caught but my sister in the center– off-hand snag. Funny thing is that everybody in the picture got hitched within five years… that is, except for the young lady reaching for the flowers.”

(submitted by Duncan)

Twins

“This is a photo of my sister and me, taken around 1991 (she is on the right, I’m on the left). I remember being incredibly grumpy that day, as I loathed getting our photos taken for three reasons:

1.) I had to sleep in uncomfortable curlers the night before, which always made for a poor night’s rest.
2.) I hated being dressed as twins, especially since my sister and I are not twins.
3.) Wearing identical “Spumoni” sweatshirts: Spumoni was a line of clothing from the late eighties that appealed to young girls with its screen-print overkill: it utilized repetitive patterns of dogs, cats, flowers, and bows–resplendently displayed as puffy white vinyl designs. While I had been fine wearing this sweatshirt two years before, donning this again at eleven did not hold the same charm as it once did, and thus walking through the mall to the Sears Portrait Studio felt like a death march. However, I am sure my mother believed that my sister and I were simply darling in our matching attire with complimenting curls, so this photo bears witness to that crappy day so long ago.”

(submitted by Brenna)

White Alert

“So my father was a police officer and was generally very up-to-date on techniques for ensuring child safety. That meant that anytime we went on vacation as a family to a place with the slightest crowd, all four of us had to wear the same t-shirts so that we could easily be spotted in a crowd. I’m the cool kid on the right with the Flock of Seagulls haircut, wearing my shirt as a dress apparently. I guess these shirts weren’t nearly effective enough either since they were later replaced with bright purple t-shirts with various dinosaurs on each”

(submitted by Matt)

Look Who’s Talking

“Yes, my father’s ventriloquist dummy, Gurgle Worthington, was a part of the family.”

(submitted by Aubrey)

Seeing Red

“This is a picture of my mom & I at a Civil War reenactment. To this day I cannot understand why we would want to take a picture with a man who is wearing an apron covered in fake blood. I was just as freaked out then as I am now. Oh, and loving the outfit, Mom!”

(submitted by Jenna)

Split Ends

“My ex-husband surprised me after work with a birthday cake. I wanted a picture of my son and I for the scrapbook so was leaning forward to get closer to him. I had not been to the hairdresser’s in 2 years and had age inappropriate hair at the time. The candles took care of that and luckily, my husband managed to put out the flames with his bare hands once he realized what was happening. Of course, he missed the shot of me screaming my head off. I’ve been going for regular trims since.”

(submitted by Sharon)

 

Win Win

The award was for the 1979 Boulder High School marching band winning the best in the state. I played the snare drum, which was extra hard since I had to use one hand to keep my dress/kilt down in case a swift updraft whooshed by. Even though the outfit is gone, I still have the trophy and always manage to bring it on first dates as a conversation starter.

– “Mitch, what’s that 3 foot trophy doing on the table?!”
– “Oh, that old thing? Lemme tell ya a story, m’lady‚Ķ!”

(submitted by Mitch at http://www.mitchoconnell.com)