UPDATED TO ADD: These captions are awesome! Caption as many times as you like. No rules that I can think of. Deadline 8 PM central time Wednesday. Enjoy!
UPDATED AGAIN: WINNER ANNOUNCED HERE.
In the three weeks leading up to my birthday on Good Friday, I’ll host a weekly caption contest for photos I swore to myself I’d never show you.
I promise. They’re nothing like my profile photo.
Since I’m a mother and a daughter, I think it’s only fitting to offer a signed copy of Chicken Soup for the Soul: Celebrating Mothers and Daughters
The photo above is of my scrawny self, when I was only a daughter — and a horseshowing fashion misfit. In the next two weeks, you’ll witness my progression to the soon-to-be-somewhere-in-the-upper-30’s mother I’ll become the first week in April. For an accurate age, you’ll have to ask my kids.
I’m also approaching the approximate one-year anniversary of this blog. (You can see I’m not good at keeping track of dates.) I’ll include these caption contest posts in my 100-things category, which you’re supposed to do on your hundredth post.
Yeah, I missed that deadline too.
Welcome to my world.
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7:11 pm
Whata You Looking At?
7:24 pm
You talkin’ to me!
7:59 pm
God, that trailer smells!
8:14 pm
If I close one eye like this when looking in the mirror, I can imagine I actually have a chest!
8:18 pm
OH, man, I can’t wait to hear Pamela’s entry…when’s the deadline? You KNOW my brain doesn’t work on all cylinders after dark!
But seriously, this is a FABULOUS picture :).
I’ll be back…………………..
Wait a second, can we have more than one guess? Lemme know, cause I have one off the cuff that’s pretty funny/bad, but if we only get one shot, it’s probably not one I’d choose (b/c it IS bad/funny
).
8:27 pm
Aye! Where’s me spinich?! LOL - Seriously, this smirk I’m going to blame on age because I have one with the EXACT same face!
Hugs,
Holly
9:33 pm
I’m at Amanda’s… but checked in this evening - can’t stay way.
ha
first thought was
“Smelly Kelly”
second thought was
“Trailor Trashed”
and of course “Pass the Pitchfork,” which is your creation. That is the perfect fit.
9:34 pm
“Here’s lookin’ at you, kid!”
9:51 pm
Awwww man here we go again
10:14 pm
These are so great! How, exactly did you all know what I was thinking about in that hair-netted, sweaty head?
And Pamela, how did you know that Smelly Kelly was a term of endearment used by my best friend in middle school?
Just imagine what my enemies called me;)
11:50 pm
Ugh, did I step in sh!t? LOL
Snuck in for WW for a change - been a while since I was able to surf others playing! Have a great day =)
1:09 am
You want me to do what?!?
1:41 am
“which way is down-wind, again?”
funny photo! Happy WW!
6:12 am
First week of April? Me too.
“Ready to ride?”
6:15 am
“It sure smells nasty around here!”
Wonderful photo and the contest is a great idea. Looking forward to future ones.
6:31 am
OOoooo, these ARE good! I don’t envy you having to choose :/.
Here’s my first one of the day…something tells me I’ll be back again :).
“The moment Kelly discovered $h*t REALLY does happen!”
(see? I’m thinking of C & D and your mom reading that, and I’m a little embarrassed, but it’s what came to mind when I saw the pic…so there ya go…!)
7:30 am
Just having come out of the safety provided by the trailer, the new boy ‘Tilbork’ looked disoriented with his surroundings in this new land….
7:38 am
BAHAHAHAHA! You guys are cracking me up!
8:13 am
“You want me to scoop, WHAT?”
8:21 am
“Seriously? This horse shirt DOES make me look sexy?”
11:57 am
I confess, I must have taken this photo of Wisconsin Miss T.E.E.N. when becoming a “Queen” sure seemed impossible. Actually if there had been a JOKER contest…….. she’d have been a good candidate! Just think - - I always wanted a pretty little girl and THIS is what I got! ……..BUT she cleaned up pretty well. I can’t wait to see the rest of the photos! My caption is: “A Pageant Queen In Progress”
1:56 pm
You didn’t tell me it was going to smell like that!
2:47 pm
‘got sum grit in my eye’
‘dust-devil cowgirl wanna-be’
‘rodeo kid’
‘pthang!’ (like the noise men make spitting in a metal bucket)
4:45 pm
You don’t really expect me to sweep out that trailer do you?
6:11 pm
“Now I have to call them my brown suede shoes”
(it’s the elvis impersonation that clued me in)
6:20 pm
“Beans again?”
9:36 pm
[…] You’ve kept me giggling for 24 hours — taking pot-shots at my scraggly, flat-chested youcan’tmakemewearadress self. You made the brilliant, but unintended connection that this early-me could be the avatar for Pass the Pitchfork. Mom called me a joker. Jenny in CA suggested there may have been a noticeable scent. Holly thought I made a pretty good Popeye impersonation. Sprittibee noticed the veil of grit that covered every pore and follicle. […]
4:44 pm
I didn’t believe mom when she said if I kept doing this, my face would stay this way!