Embarrassing Pictures

 

Well, maybe not all that embarassing. But hopefully at least a little bit embarassing, 'cause otherwise what am I wasting my time on? This page is going to contain all sorts of pictures of my friends and family. Stuff they're proud to admit to and stuff they'd kill to keep away from the public. But I've given a series of letters to various people I trust completely (the guy who lives in the dumpster down the street, that guy who paints himself silver and pretends to be a robot at Park Street, and the guy who rides that big-ass tricycle down the street whooping like his life depended on it) and if anything happens to me, well, let's just say the results won't be pretty. I don't know if that's enough, because some of the people I'll be going after here are pretty unsavory, but it's all I can do.

This page is an ongoing work in progress, which is really just another way of saying I'll put stuff up when I damn well feel like it and not before.

Oh, one more note - pretty much all the pictures on this page are thumbnails, which means if you click on them you'll get a bigger version to look at. I know, I know, basic stuff, but you'd be surprised how many people don't know this sort of thing. Anyway, on to the pics.

First up we have my friend Laura. She gets the top spot on the page because it was something she said to me that got me motivated to get cracking and put it up. Something of a dubious honor, I suppose, but it goes to her anyway.

 

Lithesome Laura Young

I've known Laura for going on ten years now, and she's one of my favoritest people in the world. Apparently she doesn't know me all that well though. She looked at my page when I first put it up, lo those many moons ago. Then she emailed me to say she liked it, which gave me one of those nice warm glows you don't get often enough. But then she told me that no way was I going to get ahold of any embarassing pictures of her and that she'd informed her boyfriend Tim not to give me any.

Laura, Laura, Laura, how soon you forget. Not too long ago we were working our asses off on your family cookbook. You know, the one with all the pictures? Including the pictures of you? The cookbook that's still here on my hard drive? I know you profess to know nothing about computers, but this is a bit much even for you. Needless to say, I took your statement as a challenge. So here we go!

Here's a picture of Laura looking particularly saucy, if you ask me. Oh yeah, she's the one on the right. Have to remember not all of you know her. You should really take a look at the larger version to truly appreciate her sauciness. I'm afraid I can't remember who the other two people are, but perhaps Laura will be kind enough to tell me once she's
done beating me up

 

 

Speaking of sauce, here's a picture of Laura during one of her infamous month-long benders. She tried telling me that the ladies next to her are friends and/or family, but the truth of the matter is that Laura's DT hallucinations are so frighteningly real they show up on film.

 

 

Okay, this is the picture that's liable to end me up face down in the river some dark and stormy night. I'm not sure if it's the fact that she's holding a lobster or the fact that her socks are a shade of pink that simply doesn't exist in nature, but Laura just plain doesn't seem to like this picture. Shame I had to put it up for the whole world to see, really.

 

 

Well, that's it for pictures of Laura. For the moment, anyway.

Update - Well, I heard from Laura about the page. After a few choice words on the subject of my ancestry (which I'm sure she'll deny if anyone out there calls her on it) and after threatening never to speak to me again even though I called her one of my favoritest people in all the world she said it was okay that I had the pictures up and that she wouldn't kill me. Actually, she never actually said the words "I won't kill you" so I guess I'm taking that part on faith.

She also told me that if I put any more pictures up she really will stop talking to me, which I can understand I suppose. Though I must admit I was a bit disappointed that she forbid me from calling her mother to get even more embarassing pictures. Ah well, you can't win 'em all.

But since Laura is no longer steamed about her pictures, I guess it's time to move on to the next person in our line-up!

 

Adorable Amy Jordan

I've known Amy for almost exactly as long as Laura, I think, and she is also one of my favoritest people in the whole wide world. She's helped me through a lot of good times and bad times and I love her to death. Speaking of death though, she's a lot more likely to resort to physical violence than Laura is, so I'm gonna see if I can't take it easy on her here. I'm sure you understand. The thumbnails for Amy's pictures didn't come out as well as for Laura's for some reason, so you really should click to get the full effects of her coolness.

This is my favorite picture of Amy. It's on the bridge over the Swan-boats in the Garden. I hope I'm the one who bought her the flowers and I'd like to think I'm the one who put that smile on her face.

Update - Amy tells me it was indeed me who bought her the flowers, but won't admit whether it was me who made her smile or not.

 

This is Amy and Tra the morning Tra left for Seattle. Tra was pretty darn cool too, as all those who knew her can attest.

 

 

 

This one is apparently Amy doing her Valley Girl impersonation. It was taken in her apartment in South Boston, but since she lived there quite a while I couldn't guess exactly when.

Update - She claims she was blinking. Sure she was.

 

Amy's a quilter, just like my mom. This is a puff quilt she made a little while back. I think she made it for her godson Tyler but I'm not positive. And I'd like to point out I'm not at all bitter that she's whipping out quilts for some kid who can barely stop drooling on himself even though she's owed me an afghan for about a decade now.

Update - Oh, boy, did Amy have a lot to say about this one. Most of it unprintable. The most important thing she did was point out that she doesn't owe me an afghan anymore. She gave me a really nice one for Christmas. She won't admit that the only reason she gave it to me was to shut me the hell up about it, but we all know the truth. Also, she says this quilt was made for Olivia, not Tyler. No word yet on whether Olivia has managed to stop drooling on herself or not. I'll get back to you. Amy also wondered aloud just what exactly a picture of one of her quilts was doing on the "Embarrassing Photos" page. I, being smarter than the average turnip, took that as a hint to point out that she has no reason to be embarassed about this or any of her other quilts. You can head over to my Quilting Page to see pictures of some more of her work. Good stuff.

This is from Amy's wedding. Which you probably guessed. Word on the street is that her husband Greg does in fact realize how lucky he is, which is good since it means I don't have to rough him up.

 

This here's Amy all dressed up for work, I believe. I always liked that suit. I'm not really sure where or when this was taken. It's not Captain's Cove or Kennedy Biscuit, I know that much. Mayhap the lady herself will chime in with the needed info.

Update - Amy says this was her dressed up for Cindy's baby shower. She also says I never actually saw her in that suit because this is the only time she ever wore it, but I know she's wrong about that.

 

 

She's always been loathe to admit it, but Amy's been a huge Bangles fan since, like, forever. Actually, this was taken at the Museum of Science here in Boston. There were a couple pics of me in the batch with this one, but sadly our policies prohibit us from posting them on this site. I wish I could, really.

That's it for the moment.

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