Pictures in Time

It is a delicious hot, sunny day here. I am super happy. The kid is super happy. The dogs are super happy. Sun really gives the best gifts!

Last week we had our pictures taken by a professional photographer. The kid had his Senior pictures done as well. Last night we got to go and see the finished product. The kid looked awesome. He is very photogenic, which he so did not get from me.

I always look like I should be on a Most Wanted Poster. One of my eyes is lower than the other one, the photographer tactfully said that "everyone is always over critical of themselves." My kid said "What in the hell is wrong with your eye?" It has been that way since birth, which makes me wonder what was going on in the 60's drug wise that I could blame on my mother. I suppose I could look into having one half of my face lifted. Is that even possible? Maybe I could get one of those flippy hairstyles and drape some bangs over the eye. Or an eye patch? I have always wanted to be a pirate.

I need to think about starting to date. Scary! Chainsaw Massacre scary! Now with a funny eye, two insane dogs, one bizarre ex-husband and a 18 year old kid, I am looking like quite a catch. I may just add some cats and a collecting of toilet paper rolls and newspapers to my repertoire and call it good to go.

The kid was excited about his photos and we bought a lot! When he was little I had his photo taken about twice a month and I bought them ALL. Some things never change.

It is funny about photos though, they capture your likeness but they really don't capture your essence. The photos of the kid are awesome. He looks tall and happy. His clothes are nicely arranged and his hair was brushed. Looking at the photos, all I could think about was that is so not him. His mouth was closed in the photo and in real life it is never closed. He talks a mile a minute about everything. His clothes are never put together so nicely, oh he always looks good, it is just a more rumpled look. He is always juggling something, keys, remotes, ball, something. The photos don't show that. They don't show the smirk he wears, the jokes he tells, the gangling walk, the phone that is attached to his hand, the i-pod that dangles from his pocket.

I'm glad to have this moment in time captured on paper. A brief pause before we take off for parts unknown. I'm happy to have a picture of him and I together on our home street. And I'm even glad for the small-eyed photo of me. I'm super glad for the Senior picture of the kid.

I'm just thankful that I am around the real thing.