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Pete on May 25th, 2002

I’m living at home for the summer, and I’ve brought my beast of a computer with me. Along with that computing package comes a scanner. Now we all know what parents have stowed away, that they just LOVE to show, well, everyone you know: Baby Pictures. That’s right… from the embarassing, to the just plain adorable, and everything in between. Unfortunately, my parents haven’t had the opportunity (yet) to torture any of you with baby pictures, so I thought I would keep myself occupied this afternoon with the beginning of a photo essay about me. Yes, it’ll be rather boring, but if you like cute kids, you’ll be able to see ‘em here… well… at least until I hit the ’90’s, then you’re SOL. Let’s begin, shall we?

The time, 1980. The place, Fayetteville, North Carolina. Early on Thanksgiving morning, my parents were blessed with a bouncing baby boy. There was much rejoicing.

I turned out, at least in my younger years, to be a momma’s boy. Of course, it didn’t take me long to begin drinking and carrying on.

In 1982, I began practicing for that fateful day (still 14 years in the future) where they’d certify me capabale of driving. In addition to drinking, women and football became a part of my repertoire. Yes, I was becoming quite a little man.

We moved south, to Lake Charles, Louisiana, where my cavorting with women continued. Of course, we didn’t tarry long in the bayou before we headed to Paducah, Kentucky. May days there consisted of playgrounds and tractors.

I tired of that quickly and moved again, this time, to Lansing, Michigan, I quite liked the chilly weather there. Somewhere along the way, I turned four and my mind was set on becoming a businessman, and my Dad showed me how.

But all work and no play makes Pete a dull boy, so we up and went to Sea World, where I was fond of urinating on trash cans. (Sorry, no pictures) But I did manage to meet every single park character in existence.

This concludes the first part of The Life and Times of Pete Holiday, a Photo Essay… Pete says come back soon!

13 Responses to “Life and Times (a Photo Essay)”

  1. Pete, you were adorable! Tell me … are you still so cute? ;)

  2. Hmm… that\’s hard to say. One might make one\’s own decision here. ;) There were plenty of not-so-cute pics that didn\’t quite make the cut. :)

  3. yeah, I was just going to say \”I be you picked out all the cutest pictures!\”

    Because that\’s what my sister and I did when we made our little photo thing. Except the years when we were trying to demonstrate ugliness - in those cases she picked out the ugliest of me and I picked out the ugliest of her. All in good sisterly fun, of course.

  4. Awwwww!!!
    …but what happened next?

  5. You\’ll just have to wait for me to scan more pictures… Can\’t you just feel the suspense?

  6. You\’re so cute!!!!!!!!!! I like the photo essay idea.

  7. Why you\’re still just simply adorable, Pete! Makes me wish I was either younger or your mom so I could take credit. Given the way I\’m feeling, I\’ll stick to the mom one … A true sign of my old age, huh?

  8. Aw, Pete, you were such a sweet little thing! This is something I would never do, as 1) I\’m allergic to cameras, and 2) the ones my mother would help me pick would inevitably be the ones where I\’m baby-nekkid, or 2) the self-portraits from when I\’m missing my two front teeth. Yay.

  9. Pete, I bet you wish you still looked like that–you\’d have all kinds of girls falling all over ya!! ;) I\’d like to see pictures of the rest of your family too!! (Who wants to just look at an oh-so-precious Pete all day? *giggle*) I especially want to see \”what\” I traded my sister for! *grin* So do ya think you can arrange that while you\’re playing scanner sometime?

  10. Actually, I do wish I still looked like that, I\’d get lots more attention. ;) As for the rest of the fam, we will certainly get along to the them in time. You see, non of them were born until 1985. Baby pictures of Kecia, RJ, and Ara are forth-coming.

  11. oh good. I want to see what my Holiday looks like too. :)

  12. Don\’t worry, Cathy, I\’m cute :) You\’ll enjoy my pictures…I think. Who knows which ones he\’s going to find…

  13. Pete, you\’re a glutton for blatent self promotion. Since it\’s cute and it\’s provided me with yet another way to procrastinate, however, I won\’t fault you for it.