Okay… I’ve got the picture ready to post.
Before I do, let me say this: You guys? You ROCK. I can’t say thank you enough for the kind words you left here yesterday. It’s so great to have a support system like that from people who actually know what it’s like. Really. I’m bad with thank-you’s, but I do appreciate it SO MUCH.
I also learned yesterday that not everyone likes it when you have a bad day and share it on your blog. So to anyone who expected me to be happy and cheerful all the time, even in the face of serious disappointment, I do apologize. That’s just not how I’m wired. The point of telling you about my rejection yesterday was to do just that – tell you about it. I wasn’t trying to whine or get on anyone’s nerves. I do realize how far I’ve come, and I’m thankful for it. I, for one, really appreciate it when people share their hardships with the rest of us. It makes them seem like real people, and that’s what I want to be to you. A real person. And real people don’t always have good days.
But you know what? Your day is about to get better.
Because it’s time to make good on the deal I cut last week.
Because the lovely and talented Dana beat my word count (she wrote over 7,000 words in 33 hours, so yeah, she pretty much dominated me) I’m now obligated to post an embarrassing picture of myself from junior high. Well, I said it would be junior high, but to be honest I think I’m a little younger in this one – maybe ten? Either way, I think you’ll be perfectly satisfied.
No, really. Are you ready for this?
Well, alright. Here you go.
Now, let me explain. This was some kind of “Dress Like an Explorer” day at school. I don’t know who I’m supposed to be in this picture or why I’m holding a fake apple (or where I got those shoes) but, apparently, this was my costume.
Allow me to draw your attention to the ENORMOUS gold-rimmed glasses (thank you, whoever invented contacts) (and also whoever invented glasses that aren’t hideous).
I would also like to point out my legs (yes, I do have two of them, despite what it looks like) which are roughly the same width as a toothpick.
So there you have it.
Now, there are PLENTY more pictures that are just as humiliating, if not more so, as this one. I’m thinking right now of one from my 5th grade trip to Washington, D.C. where I’m wearing a multicolored neon windsuit and a yellow fanny pack. That one might be the prize for the next Writer’s Duel, if I can find it.
So what do you think? Anyone up for another Writer’s Duel, maybe next month? Maybe a week long one this time instead of just a weekend?
I can’t believe that picture has just been unleashed on the internet. Please don’t stop speaking to me.