I Used to Smile in Pictures

[Coonskinner]

Dear friends,

There has been so much talk about my lack of smiling in pictures.

I have avoided talking about it because I am self-conscious about it.

But tonight, Tamor asked me a question on another thread that brought a flood of memories rushing back, some of them repressed, and I must share it with you dear ones so that I can begin the long, arduous process of healing. It will probably take me several years, counting all the setbacks I will undoubtedly suffer.

Yes, Brothers and Sisters, there was a time I used to smile for pictures.

In fact, I won a "Most Photogenic Baby" contest in Arkansas. It was one of my greatest achievements. In fact, I guess you could say I peaked out early in life.

But there came a day when all the smiles faded.

The thing that took my smile was...it's hard for me to even type it... spiritual abuse.

Yes, I am a survivor of spiritual abuse.

It was Easter.

We were all dressed up in our finest.

Our Sunday School teacher had us all lined up getting ready to take our picture, and I was sneaking and pulling my sister's pig tails.

She yelled at me to stop, and my teacher made me go stand in the corner, and I didn't get my picture taken with the other children.

Maybe that's why I hate rabbits to this day...you never know how deep the scars can reach on traumatic events like that.

My wife has been reading over my shoulder, and is rushing to the bathroom to hide the shampoo bottles lest I drink a big dose and end it all.

Please be in prayer for me as I try to win back my smile.

Stop Spiritual Abuse!

[Coonskinner]

I don't know how long I will be able to stay here at the computer...layers of emotion are washing over me.

[FRINGE_NUTTER]

go drink the shampoo and put yourself out of your misery.



















































j/k

Aaaah, don't feel bad Coon.

Just think, you will have less wrinkles in your fine august, statesman looking face if there are no smile lines to worry with.

Besides, you might even eat a few unripened persimmons to help too. We would never know the difference.

But, whatever you do, stay out of that COON STEW. It's too greasy and will give you waaaaay too much gas for bed time.

[NLYP]

Originally Posted by Coonskinner

I don't know how long I will be able to stay here at the computer...layers of emotion are washing over me.

LOL You are indeed a goon! LOL

[LadyChocolate]

...I just love your humor!!!!!!!!!!! lol

[rrford]

Skip the shampoo. There ought to be a bottle of rubbing alcohol in the medicine chest.

[Coonskinner]

Originally Posted by Brother Strange

Aaaah, don't feel bad Coon.

Just think, you will have less wrinkles in your fine august, statesman looking face if there are no smile lines to worry with.

Besides, you might even eat a few unripened persimmons to help too. We would never know the difference.

But, whatever you do, stay out of that COON STEW. It's too greasy and will give you waaaaay too much gas for bed time.

I do have a rather dignified countenance about me, do I not?



When I was in college a number of years ago, we were in an Ed Psych class taught by a kooky lady professor who bought into all kinds of weird theories.

In a group exercise she had us doing one day, we had to determine what animals our fellow group members would be if they were animals, based on their demeanor, looks, etc.

The group I was in had mostly women in it, and they decided I would be a bull elk because of my "regal, dignified" manner.

Yes, those really were words they used. ROFL!

I liked to have fell out laghing at them.

[Coonskinner]

Originally Posted by rrford

Skip the shampoo. There ought to be a bottle of rubbing alcohol in the medicine chest.

I used that in the four wheeler gas.

It got left out in the rain and got a little water in it. (the gas)

[Rico]

Originally Posted by Coonskinner

Dear friends,

There has been so much talk about my lack of smiling in pictures.

I have avoided talking about it because I am self-conscious about it.

But tonight, Tamor asked me a question on another thread that brought a flood of memories rushing back, some of them repressed, and I must share it with you dear ones so that I can begin the long, arduous process of healing. It will probably take me several years, counting all the setbacks I will undoubtedly suffer.

Yes, Brothers and Sisters, there was a time I used to smile for pictures.

In fact, I won a "Most Photogenic Baby" contest in Arkansas. It was one of my greatest achievements. In fact, I guess you could say I peaked out early in life.

But there came a day when all the smiles faded.

The thing that took my smile was...it's hard for me to even type it... spiritual abuse.

Yes, I am a survivor of spiritual abuse.

It was Easter.

We were all dressed up in our finest.

Our Sunday School teacher had us all lined up getting ready to take our picture, and I was sneaking and pulling my sister's pig tails.

She yelled at me to stop, and my teacher made me go stand in the corner, and I didn't get my picture taken with the other children.

Maybe that's why I hate rabbits to this day...you never know how deep the scars can reach on traumatic events like that.

My wife has been reading over my shoulder, and is rushing to the bathroom to hide the shampoo bottles lest I drink a big dose and end it all.

Please be in prayer for me as I try to win back my smile.

Stop Spiritual Abuse!

Hardy har har.