Here is another of my early posts, recycled for your viewing pleasure, and to save you the trouble of having to go back and read all my old posts… which you can totally do if you want…
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Being all art side of the brain is not a handicap when you are a child. Children are expected to spend a lot of time with crayons, and no one really gets upset when you color outside the lines…
That is me on the left. The small one, I mean, being held by my Mother. No, I had not just finished a meal, I just drooled a lot. I also cried a lot according to my mom, (and neighbors who lived half way up the street have verified this fact). I only weighed like four and a half pounds at birth. I was so skinny, nurses tossed a coin to see who had to give me my shots. Not bad, considering I am now six feet four inches tall and weigh 230 pounds. Next to me is my older brother Jack…hey, Jack…I would tease him about the jacket, but my family believed in hand-me-downs, so odds are I was wearing that coat not much later. And there are my parents, June and Howard Browne. Oh, if they only knew what was in store for them, they would be sticking their tongues out also.
Fast forward to a few years later. There are the four Browne boys. That is me with no shirt. I must be 8 or 9 years old. Is it just me, or do I look like I had six-pack abs? Awesome! I am either keeping my youngest brother Sid safe, or getting ready to push him off. You never could tell with those Browne boys. There is Jack in the back, and Henry looks to be spending some quality time with the camel…or he has just passed out from pure exhaustion…Judging by my haircut, this must have been when mom was still cutting our hair. The camel looks a little concerned, and that goes to show the wisdom of the wise ship of the desert.
Pouring My Art Out 
Somehow, the drooling and the noise pollution round half the block don’t surprise me. Cute kid though… What the hell happened?
Just kidding, this is a cute post. I like it. And I am one discriminating reviewer of blog posts, let me tell ya.
I just can’t let the past… or the old posts… slip away.
You were looking pretty ripped back then.
Ah, the good old days.
Thanks.
Yes. Photoshop hairdos and abs.
Maybe I will put some abs on my arms and legs…
If we’re lucky…
That would be hilarious!
On my butt… I need abs on my butt… and my forehead…
Don’t forget your upper lip.
That has abs in real life, which you would know if you brushed the hair out from in front of your eye so you had depth perception…
Hahahaha!
(You’re funny).
It’s a gift…
From whom? Is there a catalog?
Yes.
I’m legally blind in that eye anyway. 😉
Well then the sheep dog look works for you anyway…so…
Lol! That’s good.
I just call ’em like I see ’em.
Reblogged this on thisoldtoad.
I still want to do something with your hair and wow six pack…
You can do something with my hair… maybe I should do a series of Photoshop pictures trying different hairdos on myself…
now that would be fun!!
It just might be.
can’t wait, it’s the hairstylist in me…
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LOL. This is one of your better posts…glad you reshared as I don’t have the time to go back and read all of your nonsense…but in hindsight…maybe I’ll MAKE the time. And yeah, wow, the six pack…still got it? Mmmmmm 🙂
I still have it… under a shrinking level of protective fat…
Ahhhh, as we all do. Not saying I ever had a six pack…maybe a twelve…but now it’s a keg. Am I’m good with that…you should be too!
No way… joined a gym… in better shape than I was when I was 25…
well good for you! for myself…the gyms are full of people who, with their 9% body fat, complain about 7% of it. NO thanks. If I want to feel rotten about how I look, I’ll stay home and look in the mirror…as for better shape? Yeah, me too…only it’s all in my head! 😉
I don’t want to be in that good shape.
Me either…it’s UNNATURAL!
word
woid
Okay, Archie Bunker.
what? no edith?
She didn’t say words quite the same way.
you mean woids, don’t ya? oooooooooh arrrrrrchie
sigh