Behind The Awkwardness
“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)
“This is my family in the 90’s. We lived in Alaska at the time, so I guess my
parents thought our relatives would like to see us as Eskimos.”
(submitted by Ashley)
“Red-Headed Crying Girl: Just got kicked in the head by accident.
Father: Mad that his daughter is overreacting about getting hit in the head.
Mom: Fake smiling for the camera and trying to pretend everything is fine.
Brown Hair Girl (me) – Smiling at my sister because I know that this is going to make a great picture.”
(submitted by Kaitlin)
“This is a photo of my mom, my brother, myself, and my soon to be born younger brother. I’m awkwardly in the hockey equipment on the bottom left. A family friend talked mom into having us all pose for this photo. It went on to win some sort of award in a Newport, RI photo show. It also hung in our house while I was growing up, which made for some awkward moments when friends came over.”
(story submitted by Sean; photo courtesy of Kim Fuller at www.kimfullerphotography.com)
“My sister was home from the Peace Corps and brought us some traditional clothing from Ghana so we could send these photos back to her host family. Awkwardness ensued.”
(submitted by Ashleigh)