Monday, May 17, 2010

Take That Scanner Away From Her!

It has been a while since I have dredged up some Pictures From the Crypt. I am sure that you thought the threat was passed. That life had returned to normal and that you didn’t have to fear the intrusion into your life of my weird growing up years in pictures.




There are more of these. Be afraid.

image 2010-5-13 0007AWhat you have to know about this picture is that, perhaps, the dog was a better piano player than I was. That is certainly the impression that I get by the look on my face. And why the piano teacher, who made us wash our hands before we touched her piano, was allowing the DOG to put it’s paws on the piano is still a mystery to me.

image 2010-5-13 0014AEven at a young age I was sportsily challenged. I gave it my best effort. I learned to slalom ski. I learned to snow ski. I can still be talked into inner tubing behind the boat at my advanced age. But I am always going to look like a duck on qualudes while I am doing it. To my everlasting disappointment.

image 2010-5-13 0015A  Oh lord, can you say awkward early teenage years. Oh shoot me now. But hey! Look! Pilot Man’s shirt and pants match. And they are so……


And Dad……LOVE the yellow shirt and brown tie.

image 2010-5-13 0021AThis lovely science project, for which I actually got an undeservedly good grade, is what happens when you put the thing off until the last minute……the last day….the last NIGHT. And this was before Al Gore invented the internet so I actually had to do research with, like, BOOKS and ENCYCLOPEDIAS and going to the library and using the card catalog. Do you even remember what the card catalog is?

And I won’t even tell you about the science project that I left to the last minute which involved growing crystals. Do you know that you can grow crystals in an exceedingly fast amount of time? And if your father happens to be a doctor with his very own, really cool microscope that you can haul to school. Then you are golden. Even if the teacher has to know that you did a half assed job. Sorry, I said ass.

image 2010-5-13 0022A  Wow, I didn’t know that my parents were Amish…or Mennonite…or just really in to costumes. Someday I will tell you about the time that they dressed up as mummies for some party…

Or maybe not. I don’t want to scare you too much.

image 2010-5-13 0025AOh Gretchen of Relsma (her actual name), you were such a good dog. Why we made you do things like this, things that were obviously a blow to your doggie dignity, I will never know. Of course, we didn’t start out the relationship very well. We REALLY wanted to name you Gretchen das Vee en Pooper. Say that really slowly and you will get it. But for some reason the American Kennel Club didn’t want to let us do that.

I don’t understand why?

image 2010-5-13 0023A Nancy, are we standing in a hole or something? And has no one ever introduced me to the concept of brushing my hair? And can Jr. Hi. Marching Band members be anything other than awkward? I don’t think so.

image 2010-5-13 0028A Hello, my name is Debbie and I am going through my early grunge phase. And I am not sure that I have washed my hair that day…..or that week for that matter.

You can’t believe how much oil you can get out of your hair with the judicious application of baby powder.

Or you just wear a bandana.

image 2010-5-13 0029A                     Oh help me. Words fail me. And that doesn’t happen very often.image 2010-5-13 0025A                         Run! Hide! Something has taken possession of my head.

image 2010-5-13 0030A Oh…my…..can you say angry teenager who really doesn’t want to have her picture taken. And who is the studly young fellow who is hanging over the fence?

image 2010-5-13 0030A And now (thunderous applause)…..

The internationally acclaimed band…..


Singing their platinum hit….. “I’d Rather Go Hungry!”

image 2010-5-13 0031AWhy didn’t someone tell me that clowns are scary. Especially clowns that are wearing their father’s army boots.

You know, on repeat examination of this picture I am not sure whether it is me…..

or Pilot Man.

image 2010-5-13 0033A               “Do you mean if you press this button then there will be a big kaboom?” 

Hey, remind me to tell you guys sometime what happens when you are on vacation, you have car trouble, your dad has his head under the hood of the car and your brother has the great idea to lay on the horn.

My palms get sweaty just thinking about it.

image 2010-5-13 0032A Thanks for sharing this amazingly painful experience with me. It is always good to have someone by your side as you walk down the path of humiliation.

And can someone tell me why I am wearing this outfit?




  1. Why are you wearing that outfit...and in what appears to be a bookstore or library??

    Funny photos....I love going through my old ones too. Perhaps one day I will become as brave as you and share them. :)

  2. Love these walks through time!

  3. You are one brave, courageous woman to post your "favorite" photos. lol

  4. Oh my gosh, pictures from the crypt!!! My absolute favorite Debbie installment!! I never laugh so hard as when I read your comments on these photos! The patriotic pants are tooo funny. Band members standing in a hole--ahahhaa! Hey, if I remember right, you DID tell us the car trouble story. I remember because I almost peed my pants.

  5. @Elle Bee- You know, I think you are right! I did tell you that story. It was such a scaring experience that I repress it after each telling.


    hysterical. i needed a good laugh. i almost spit out my coffee just now many times.

    thanks for your continued prayers AND don't you have a wedding this week???


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