"That's a Good Photo of You"

Have you ever experienced this:
You are looking at a photo of yourself and thinking something like "Ugh!" or "Does my [hair, face, nose, butt] really look that [big, fat, flat, huge, fluffy, thin]?" Invariably the person next to you will say, "Oh, that's a good picture of you!"

Shocked, you are thinking, "Really? You think THIS is a good picture of me?"

In photos, my hair tends to be a funny, brassy color with roots showing, it never lies down right and is often frizzy. My eyes are squinty, especially if I'm smiling. My profile is flat and I recently learned that I have a double chin. A double chin! My legs look pale, veiny and well, lumpy. And those jeans I liked were actually "Mom" jeans. (My stomach does not bulge like that, does it?)

While discussing this post with my friend Gary, he admitted that a lot of photos don't look quite like me. He said photos take away "the edge" I have, described me as a little "saucy" and said photos make me look much nicer than I am. I think he was complimenting me. At the very least Gary gives me vindication!

However, I'm still confused. How on Earth can there be so many bad photos of me?

Photos to come tomorrow!

PS: I have been at the other end of this, too. There are times when a friend shows me a picture so happy with the result and I think, "That is NOT a good picture of you." Or, "You do NOT look like that."

Today I Hate Technology

Yep, today I hate technology.

The recent purchase of a heart rate monitor (to improve my fitness training) and a digital camcorder are causing me to feel extremely stupid and, yes, old.

Normally, I do pretty well with new technology. OK, let me be more specific -- I do pretty well with improvements to technology I already know how to use. For example, I've been using computers and complex graphics software for decades. I've got that down.

But give me a heart rate monitor that needs me to determine my maximum heart rate and a watch that has tons of settings and options... Geez! How am I ever going to get this thing working in a way I can use? (I can use the chronograph and I can see my heart rate. It's a start.)

The camcorder is easier and harder at the same time.

To determine what kind of digital camcorder we wanted, we borrowed one from a family member. It recorded to mini DVDs we could not get to play anywhere except one laptop computer. (Yes, it took a couple of hours to figure that out.) Because of the mini DVDs alone, we ended up buying one that works similarly, but has a large enough hard drive it doesn't need DVDs, tapes or memory sticks. It is so easy to use!

Well, I thought it was easy until I tried to actually burn a DVD. After a couple of hours experimenting and tossing out several disks that didn't work or played the files in random order (can things be in random order?) I thought I would scream!

Many, many people use heart rate monitors and camcorders every day -- this is not rocket science! There has got to be a fairly easy way to bring me into the 2000s!

So, until I can find a 10-year-old who is willing to help me figure out how to use my newest technology purchases, I guess I'll just have to go about this the old-fashioned way -- I will actually read the books.

I am Too Old To ...

I am too old to:

• lie about how long I was at lunch.
• worry about what other people think about me.
• wear skinny, stretch jeans.
• "get" movies such as Harold and Kumar or anything titled Saw.
• know what a Bukagon is.
• listen to Hannah Montana or the Jonas Brothers.
• listen to rap, hip hop or any of the horrible music my son listens to.
• worry about the car I drive.
• drink shots.
• read without glasses or cheaters.
• wear anything that shows my stomach.
• care about team Edward or team Jake.
• stay out until last call.
• drink really cheap beer or super expensive beer.
• wear thong underwear.
• have more kids.
• shop for no reason.
• spend time with unpleasant people.
• need an iPod -- I have a Sansa MP3 player that works great, but was a fraction of the cost.
• have another dog. (No more after these!)
• watch Teen Mom, Real World, Say Yes to the Dress or many other reality shows.
• succumb to peer pressure.
• lie about stupid stuff.

In a couple of days, I'll post a list of things I'm too young for!

Merry Christmas -- Happy Holidays!

As a kid I could not wait to get all of the holiday decorations up. My sibs and I would beg Mom and Dad to put up our tree and decorate the house. I loved it!

Of course my participation in the entire process was minimal. All of us would pile into the car to pick a tree. After much debate Dad would buy one and he would load it onto the car. Once home, Dad would carry it into the house and spend what seemed like an eternity making sure it was straight in the tree stand. Some years were much more challenging than others.

Dad had the responsibility of carrying the boxes of ornaments and decorations up from the basement and he would string the lights. Finally, after all of that preparation, he would allow us kids to hang the ornaments. The entire time the tree was up, Dad would keep it watered and make sure it wasn't too dried out to turn on the lights. And those of you my age probably remember that those huge light bulbs would get really hot!

My Mom would take care of all of the other decorations and supervise the tree decorating by us kids.

After Christmas, it was the responsibility of my Dad to take the tree down. He was very methodical in how the ornaments would be put away and how the lights were wound, etc. Finally, with tons of needles falling to the floor, he would take a pair of garden shears and cut off every branch and shove them into trash bags before dragging the bare trunk to the street for trash pickup.

As us kids moved out, they would decorate less. After Dad was gone and Mom got older she would say she just was not interested in putting up a tree. I just didn't get it.

Until I had my own house.

The first couple of years we lived in our house, we had lights outside on every bush. The next decade, we would put a garland with lights on the post on our porch and a nice wreath on the door. Lately, we buy a wreath or a swag of evergreens for the door and we are done.

This year we did set up the Nativity scene (a must) and put up a tree. I decorated the fireplace mantle and at the last minute got out all of my Santas.

There is no garland on the banister. The ceramic yule log candle holder and the nutcrackers are all still in a box. The ceramic Christmas tree is somewhere in the basement, I don't know where, probably with the rest of the Christmas decorations we did not get out.

Dragging those boxes up from the basement is hard work. Getting everything out is time consuming. And putting it away! Ugh! Who wants to put everything away? (Especially outdoor lights that have to be taken down in the snow.)

Now I understand. I have officially turned into my Mom and Dad!
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Photo is of this year's entire outdoor decorations.

One Particular Santa

I have a collection of Santas that actually started 49 years ago. That first Christmas 12 days after I was born, a neighbor in Toledo gave me a Santa with a bushy white beard and a red velvet suit. As long as I can remember, I was never allowed to touch him. Mom would just say he was mine and put him on a high shelf away from the reach of all of us kids. My mom was pretty smart.

About 10 years ago she asked if I would like to take him home and keep him at my house. At first I just said no, I was so worried about ruining him in some way. A couple of years later when my mom was getting ready to move, she made me take him home.

Initially it felt weird having him. As far as I can tell, I have owned this Santa longer than anything else. Essentially, he is my age! Mom did a very good job of protecting him and keeping him safe.

He and I are both showing our age. He has a few wrinkles, his hair color has changed (though his is darker and mine is much, much lighter), and he has troubles with his feet. The man just cannot keep his boots on and he often has trouble standing. Though I have the wrinkles, I don't usually have trouble standing.

I have a large number of Santas now. I don't know exactly when someone decided I was collecting them, but years back Mom started giving me one each year. A couple of other people have given me some pretty cool ones too. I like them all and I get a kick out of arranging them for days until they are situated just right.

Still it would NOT be Christmas for me without this one particular Santa.

Death of a Young Actress

Yesterday the news headlines focused on the death of Brittany Murphy. The actress was only 32 and her death was sudden and unexpected.

I didn't know Brittany Murphy and the truth is, I didn't even know who she was, though I've seen several of her movies. But still, her dying so unexpectedly touched me.

Because yesterday was the anniversary of my dad's funeral I was already a little too focused on death anyway. (I have a mental block about the actual day he died, but I always remember that his funeral was on the Winter Solstice.) He was 61, which seems younger and younger the older I get.

When someone as young as Brittany dies, it tends to bring my mortality to the surface. Like a lot of people, I think about what would happen if I died today. I know it would not generate huge headlines and only a handful of people would be affected in any meaningful way. But as I get older, the chance of my dying on any given day increases.

I don't really know how to end this, but what I think I'm trying to say is I hope for a long, happy, and healthy life for all of my friends and family!

Freak Out Moment

While waiting for the season finale of Survivor tonight, we watched the end of 60 Minutes. The truth is, the only time I watch 60 Minutes is when football causes the Sunday evening shows to be delayed.

In this episode, Morley Safer interviewed Alec Baldwin. I enjoyed the interview -- that is, until Alec said he would be turning 50 in a couple of weeks.

What! How could Alec Baldwin be only 49! "I look younger than Alec Baldwin, don't I?" I asked my family in a panic. "Of course you do," they said in calming voices.

Though I felt much better, I was not convinced that he could be so young! I had to immediately Google the star. His birthday is in April and he was born in 1958.

At first I felt a little vindication -- he IS older than I am! Ha! But then it dawned on me, he was only 49 when the show was filmed.

I still cannot figure out why it would matter to me how old Alec is or how old he looks. It's not like I know him personally and can stand next to him telling all of our friends we are the same age, and let them tell me how great I look in comparison ... actually, I don't need Alec for that, that's what I do to my husband!