I have a new blog post up over at MSN’s Mom’s Homeroom. Just a word of warning, I’m talking about my gardening prowess. Try not to be jealous. And if you’re wondering about my referencing the grass house art project that I mention, I chronicled that adventure here. Replete with pictures.
And speaking of pictures, I HAVE to have a new headshot taken for my Mom’s Homeroom posts. I think that picture was taken 5 years ago. During a period of time that I felt perfectly comfortable with someone taking a photograph of me WITH ROOTS.
And just so you know, in the olden days, a headshot was a big deal that involved big money and me going weeks without eating so that I could pay for it. Nowadays, it entails me heading to Walgreens for some hair dye and a few false eyelashes while I sweet talk Fiddledaddy into snapping a picture or twelve of me with my point-n-shoot pink Sony pocket camera. While I smile demurely into the camera, hoping that Fiddledaddy can fix anything hideous in photoshop. Just kidding about photoshop. Sort of. Once he did actually “hide” my braces and trimmed my ears a bit for a family Christmas picture. Those things hang on someone’s fridge for like a sweet forever, you know.
Recently, someone took a long look at my driver’s license picture while I was purchasing, say, a bottle of ChocoVine at the grocery store. The cashier commented that I looked like I was a teenager in the picture. I was. Well. The picture was taken before Emme was born, so I didn’t wear all the STRESS that 3 children can bring to a weary face. I just learned that my license is up for renewal in August and that requires a trip there to take a new photograph for my drivers license. I’m pretty sure that no one is going to mistake THAT picture for one belonging to a teenager. I wonder if the license bureau has photoshop capabilities?
It won’t hurt to at least ASK. Am I right?
Oh my, how I meander. Anyhoo, I’m over here today.