Monday, December 10, 2012

My Family Photos: A History of Awkward Moments, Both Public and Private.

Can family photos be awkward if your family meant for them to be that way?  I guess we're about to find out.

In my younger childhood years, things weren't quite so awkward.  I mean, there was the occasional accidental cat molestation, but who doesn't have baby pictures like this?


I then went through a brief phase of thinking that I had to be completely still for the camera, that apparently the object in the photo was supposed to be more interesting than the person.

To myself:  "Don't move, Stephanie... the camera's in here."

That behavior quickly faded to make room for more awkward behaviors, such as jumping in front of the camera when I thought a picture was about to be taken.


 "I NEED to be in this photo, I just have to commemorate my
impeccable fashion sense."

As I got older, I began to notice that my family members, particularly my parents (initially), thrived on being awkward in photos.  One of our most public awkward photos was definitely on our trip to Branson, MO.  Since that area of the country is so accepting of alternative lifestyles like cross-dressing, it must've inspired my parents.

I know it's subtle, but give it a second.

I also recall that we learned at a young age in my family that you shouldn't piss my mom off.  I don't know what my dad did here, but it probably wasn't good.


Then there was that time my brother Ben mouthed off...


Uh oh, Ben.  I don't know what's going on here, but whatever you're doing dressed as Tourist Dad is not pleasing Mom.  I hope everything was okay after this...


Way to put your game face on, Ben.  Don't let her know you're afraid.


Of course, my mom could also be goofy.

I hope you all haven't forgotten about this picture.

She looks happy about what's happening to her head.

My mom is only smiling well in the above picture because we caught her off-guard.  Her "picture smile" is a little bit different...


She never used to believe me that she smiled like that in pictures, but after showing her other photos to support that idea, she pretty much had to admit it.


To be fair, it runs in her family.


Sure, I'd love be in a picture with my mom and my lovely aunts.  *Sigh*

Which, fortunately or unfortunately, means it also runs in my family.


And as if that's not bad enough, I also get it from my dad.

The Swami is scared of stuffed animals.

No one wanted to ride on this with my dad for some reason...


Once, my parents were invited to an Ugly Christmas Sweater Party, which boasted a prize for the worst sweaters as voted on by the attendees.  Being that this was a moment they were both born to shine in, they made their own sweaters... and of course, they won.


At least those were better than the sweaters my dad normally wears...



So you see it's no wonder that when Ben and I were actually let out of the house, we didn't quite fit in socially...




Another quite public example of this occurred when my brother discovered that Santa was attending the Holiday Luncheon where he works.

Ben's description: "Did you notice the childlike wonderment in my eyes, and the slight terror in Santa's?"

I also set my brother up for awkwardness at times.  For instance, there was that time I decided to ice his likeness onto a cake, but of course I had to make his head look like it was coming out of a toilet.



Even though we have proven our ability to be awkward individually, our awkward star shines particularly bright when we're all in a picture together.  Whenever my mom says, "Okay everyone, time to pick your props!" you know it's family photo time.


Yes, my dad has a fake Hitler 'stache over his real mustache.

We've tried everything from jumping in the air...

Yes, this was an attempt at taking a "Look at us, carefree and jumping in the air" shot.  We never claimed to be coordinated.

...to putting Mom in strange positions...


...to just dancing awkwardly until the camera timer went off.





This year, my dad got to thinking: if the four of us together could make such strange photos, imagine what we could do if we involve even more people!

Me:  No, I don't think that's a good idea, Dad.

Dad:  It'll be awesome!  These pictures will have all the best aspects of family photos: props, ambiguously gay positioning, making other people slightly uncomfortable when looking at them!  You'll thank me later, I promise.

When you're right, you're right.


Thursday, December 6, 2012

Chris Goes to Middle America


Chris came with me to Kansas City for Thanksgiving.  I'm not sure what he expected, but this is what he got.

Chris:  Okay guys, I want the full Kansas City Experience.

Me:  How about some barbecue!

Chris:  Hooray!

...

Me:  Okay, so you've eaten the biggest meal of your life, full of wonderful Kansas City barbecue.  Now what do you w--


Me: You know what'll wake you right up after a big meal?  A playground!


Chris:  Holy crap!  Is that a giant penguin?  And a kangaroo??  Steph, what is this place?  Steph... where... what are you doing?


Me:  What?  Oh, sorry, I uhh... I got excited.  What were we talking about?  Oh right, after a big meal it's always fun to move around a lot!

Chris:  Yeah, I don't think -

My Mom:  OH MY GOD!  A balance beam!!!



 

Chris:  Oh, that's not too bad after a meal.  Yeah Steph, let's do the balance beam.

Me:  Bo-ring!



Mom:  Steph, why don't you hold onto the chains?

My Dad:  Because that's for babies!

Me:  Also, I can't move my arms.

Chris:  Wow, you look... special.

Me:  What?  How about now?


Chris:  Nope, back to looking like yourself.

Me:  Thanks babe.  Hey, look at meee!


 

Chris:  Really?  Spinning?  That's probably the worst thing you could do after eating.

Me:  Try it!  It's awesome!

Chris:  There is no way you could get me on a spinny thing after a meal like that.

Me:  DO IT.


Chris:  Okay that's great guys, so since you've gotten me thoroughly dizzy, now what?


Me:  You've got this, babe!  I'm so excited, your first shootin' experience!

Chris:  I don't know if I'm doing it right...

Me:  I think it looks good... check the guide poster.



Me:  Looks like you're doing it right to me!  Maybe just lean back a little more?  Like it says, we are enjoying an all-too-rare moment... together.

Chris:  It is nice that we're doing this together!  You know what?  I want a souvenir... let's get a target poster, shoot it, and then frame it for our apartment!  OOH a zombie one!  Wait, is that ridiculous?

Me:  Completely.



Me:  So after all that awesomeness, is there anything you would change about your Kansas City Experience?

Chris:  Hmmm.....





Monday, November 12, 2012

Jabbina the Hutt... and Other Unfortunate Likenesses


Every year for Christmas or a birthday or some random day, I like to make a gift for someone in my family.  It's because it's cheaper more meaningful to do it that way.  Last year for my mom's birthday, I decided to paint our family's likenesses onto Russian nesting dolls.  I texted updates to my brother during the process.

Me:  Here's Mom, completed!

Ben:  Uhh, that's great, she looks a little...

Me:  Just say it, she looks like Jabba the Hutt.



Ben:  I was going to say 'fat', but yes your description is more accurate.

Me:  Well, since it's her present, I made her as the biggest doll, and unfortunately that means I had to make her proportions... different.

Ben:  I think it's the mouth, it's huge.

Me:  Yeah, and the ass.



Ben:  Yeah, it's like she has no legs.  This was a terrible idea.

Me:  I added details too, let me send you a pic of the bottom!

Ben:  Uhhhh... what the hell is that?  Why did you paint Mom a vagina?!

Me:  What?  I didn't!  Those are feet and toes!

Ben:  That looks awfully like a vaj...

Me:  No, I did not paint a vaj.


Me:  OH MY GOD, it's a vaj!  It's an accidental one though, does that make it better??

Ben:  You're not giving it to her like that, are you?

Me:  Shit.  I guess I'll paint it blue...

Ben:  Do I look this fat?  Do I have genitalia?

Me:  Uhh, well I'm completing each person in order of their importance to the family...


Ben:  Wait, you painted Poopie already but you didn't paint me yet???

Me:  Yeah, I guess I was waiting to see your reactions to the others before I decided how effeminate to make you look.

Ben:  Wonderful, well send me a pic when you're done.


Ben:  So I'm groping myself?  Or just rubbing my head in a sexy way?

Me:  You're trying to be sexy, but falling short - I wanted to keep these as true to life as possible.

Ben:  I look ridiculous.

Me:  How about now?


Ben:  Wow, is that a nesting doll graveyard?

Me:  I hung your head and severed torso on posts as a warning to the other dolls.

Ben:  You really made me look womanly.  Like I have lipstick and mascara on.

Me:  I know.  Mom's going to love these.