Friday, August 7, 2009

I found an old baby picture...

I'm loathe to share it, but it is an interesting look at the childhood of yours truly.

When we were little, my sister and I were always forced to go see Santa every Christmas. It was always a traumatizing experience.

I'm telling you now, if I ever ran into Santa somewhere, I'd be all over him like a... well, like a shark on a wounded, bleeding fat whale.

Anyway, here's the picture:

My sister and I, traumatized by the fat man.

I don't know why parents feel the need to do this to their children. Of course, my mother wasn't really very maternal to begin with. I almost think she WANTED my dad to eat me.


  1. Just stopped by to say hey ... I'll be checking on your blog ... bookmarked it ... keep swimming! ...

  2. YAY! Thanks for stopping in! I like you a lot, Jackson! That's why I'm going to eat you last! :D

  3. Hi Jackson!

    Hey, Shaaaaark...did you get anything for Christmas that year?

  4. I got a big hunk of raw meat, and an empty pop bottle.

  5. I almost forgot to ask...are you on the right or the left? I can't tell which one is you.

  6. Well, as you can clearly see the one on the right is a whiney crybaby, so that one would be my sister.

  7. Why does Jackson get to be eaten last!? What am I, chum!?