Me after Mickey took a swing.
This is my first time to blog – be gentle.
Actually, it’s only my premiere as a World blogger, as I’ve had a MySpace account since New Year’s. But it’s kind of implied that I (1) not ramble incoherently, (2) not COMPLETELY abandon segue, point and, chiefly, decorum, and (3) I should limit my use of words like “hooker,” “ho” and “fantabulous.” Easy, Nescafe?
With that mess settled, let’s bring it back to me – my photo on this page, specifically. Let me be the first one to say, yes, I look like Rowlf the Muppet and Rosie O’Donnell’s cross-eyed love child in this picture. But they wouldn’t let me use the same mug shot I’ve had for almost six years, even though it’s significantly more flattering.
They also wouldn’t let me use the photo on my MySpace page because I’m either two or three. (We’ll see if they let me post it on here.) Anyway, Mom and/or Dad had taken me to a Sears portrait studio-type place, and the photographer was trying to get me to sit still – surprisingly, I was a rambunctious child. So the picture guy decides to gently punch me in the nose with a Mickey Mouse doll. Before much screaming and gnashing of baby teeth ensued, he snapped this ONE shot before we had to leave. It’s my favorite picture. Then again, putting my baby photo out in cyberspace kinda makes me feel like I’m trying to help Stone Phillips catch a predator on “Dateline.”
OK, it’s 1 p.m. or something – time to turn Bob Marley down and get to work. Just so you’ll know, I’ll try to be more informative, reader-friendly and helpful or whatever you wanna call it in future blogs. For now, though, I’m just getting my feet wet, so please have patience.
Peace, love and baby photos … j.a.w.
