Behind The Awkwardness
“This here epic photograph was taken about twenty years ago in England when my aunt and uncle were married. The photographer was trying to take a photograph of the happy newlyweds when my sister walked in front of them. She soon realized her error – as she was in the way of the photographer – so she decided to dive to the ground in an effort to not ‘get in the way.’ As you can see, she failed at her attempt to remain unseen and the awkwardness prevails.”
(submitted by Jessi)
“Remember those plastic easels that we had as a kid? One day while I was visiting my grandparents, my marker fell underneath mine, and it collapsed on top of me. My “concerned” parents decided to wait a bit to see if I could free myself. Mom is taking the picture, and Dad can barely be seen on the left.”
(submitted by Mitch)
“My father insisted on documenting our vacation to Disneyland. In our backyard. In Wyoming.”
(submitted by Ann)
“This is my family circa 1976. It looks as if we are all just a figment of my dad’s imagination, and I’m sure there have been many times throughout our lives that he wishes that were the case. My dad has always been the levelheaded one in our family and this picture represents the fact that, when my mother, brother, or I were entertaining any sort of naughty behavior, there was always the vision of my dad lurking over our shoulders.”
(submitted by Hollye)
“My younger brother in his ‘awkward yet fabulous’ phase. Please note the following:
1. Western-style shirt with Christmas-star-snowflake ornament….
2. One exposed skate (just to prove that you’re wearing skates?).
3. Indestructible plastic-frame glasses because, of course, the parents were worried about their child breaking the stylish/expensive ones.
4. Gold lamé fabric bringing out the most unsympathetic tones in the ginger kid’s skin and hair.”
(submitted by Laura)
“My Uncle’s wedding with his new wife. A picture perfect moment as they ride away in their petty cab… ruined by my sister accidentally throwing a red napkin instead of a rose petal.”
(submitted by Addison)
“This is me at my 9th birthday party… apparently, it was laundry day as well. My best friend hit me in the face with a mini-golf putter at the Dairy Queen. It was an accident. Only two friends and my brother were still around for cake after I got home from the hospital. Really Mom, were there no clean shirts around?”
(submitted by Marc)
“This one perfectly sums up my siblings complete inability to give genuine hugs to each other. This was taken at my high school graduation in ’05. That is not my molester uncle… it is actually my brother Sean, mid-embrace. And that little cupcake is my little sister Rain. Why am I cupping her ear like that? We may never know.”
(submitted by Sierra)
“This was my brother and me in a crib that our dad had built, along with Sadie the cougar. We were modeling for his furniture, but who knows whether or not this confusing pic gave credit to his woodworking skills.”
(submitted by Corina)
“Our (my brother Mark and I) goal in life was to be cool and nothing says cool like lounging on a car wearing a shirt from Wal-Mart before your “vacation” to the Huntsville Space and Rocket Center 45 minutes away from your house. Just check out the awkward goodness in this photo:
The Mullet. This was a compromise between my mother and I. She wanted me to have Mary Lou Rhetton hair and I wanted long hair like my classmates. The result? Feather-backed mullet goodness. That’s not a perm!
Blue Mirrored Clip-On Shades. I wore glasses, nice thick black with pink splatter glasses. I loved them but I, again, wanted the cool shades of my peers. Enter the oversized blue, mirrored clip on shades that would make any state trooper jealous. I wanted the ones that flipped up, but they were too expensive.
The Dick Tracy Shirt. Again, in a vain attempt to look cool, hip and in the know, my brother and I desperately wanted a Dick Tracy shirt. I’m pretty sure we had the Nintendo game too. Confession: I’ve never seen Dick Tracy. I just had the shirt.
The Yellow Socks. All the cool kids had colored socks! I always wanted colored socks, but was only allowed white. When we got the Dick Tracy shirt I knew it was my chance!
The Wrist Pouch. My brother was on the go, and by on the go, I mean playing with the tool bench behind us. So what’s a boy to do with no pockets in his red short shorts? Easily wear the 50 cents papaw gave you on your wrist.”
(submitted by Kelly)