Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Good Pope John and me

My mom recently pulled out an old baby picture of me and told me I looked like the Pope, with a beatific expression and a hand raised in blessing. "It was a sign!" says she.

Blessed John XXIII seems the likeliest candidate... you be the judge. :)

I'm two months old in that picture, and boy was I fat. Topped ten pounds at birth and thirty pounds at one year. Look at that double chin! Mom says as a child I often reminded her of the chubby puppy in "101 Dalmations"-- the one who's forever saying, "I'm hungry, Mama, I'm hungry!"

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  1. This is AMAZING. Description of the mitigated should to appear on my blog shortly. Much love. Miss you.

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  2. You were smug even then!

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  3. "Smug" in Webster's; 1. neat, spruce, trim etc. 2. narrowly contented with one's own accomplishments, beliefs, morality, etc.;self-satisfied to an annoying degree; complacent...They all fit!

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  4. The problem with being perfect is that you come off as smug; it's a heavy cross but I bear it well.

    Reminds me of a song by Steve Taylor:

    Strike this little pose
    Chin up in the air
    Lips together tightly
    Nostrils in a flare
    Now look like you care
    Oooo, very nice!

    Practice in the mirror
    Brushing back a tear
    Very sincere
    A promising career
    could begin right here at home
    If you've got that smug...
    That smug...

    CHORUS

    Hey mama hey mama lookit what your little babies all have become
    Hey mama hey mama don't it ever make you wish you'd been a nun?
    Vain and fickle, were we weaned on a pickle?
    Is it in our blood?
    Rome is burning
    We're here turning smug

    Strike another pose
    Power politics
    Swallow their conventions
    Get your power fix
    We love to mud wrestle
    We love being politically Koreshed

    Practice that smug
    Post it like a man
    One part Master Limbaugh
    Two parts Madame Streisand
    Now pretend you're in a band
    My, my, we're looking smug
    Very very very very

    (CHORUS)

    All you smug-starved millions in the thick of the search
    Welcome to our church
    Whatcha wanna solve?
    We can help you evolve
    from merely self-righteous
    To perfectly smug

    Strike the proud pose of our country club brethren
    Friendly as a tomb
    Fragrant as the bottom of a locker-room broom
    Now what's the matter?
    Hey...get off your knees...
    that part don't come 'til later...
    God will not be pleased...!

    (CHORUS)

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