So, several people have asked me why on earth I would be doing a photo shoot and what is it for? I don't think they asked me using such bad grammar, but I don't know how to end that question in a conversational tone without ending it with a preposition, so that is why I did if for/to/on/in/beside.
I can't quite tell you yet. I know, I'm a tease. Considering I haven't a clue how to flirt in real life, nor would I have reason to flirt in real life as I'm happily married, I have to be able to lead someone on somewhere, right?
I can say that it involves me doing something I love and that I am very excited about it. The opportunity sort of fell into my lap and, given that I'm starting to branch out a bit and put myself out there as a writer... oops! Did I say too much? Hmmm...
Speaking of branching out, I've done a lousy job (again) of keeping you updated with my postings on the Iowa City Patch.com site. So here they are!
It Was Always Burning Since My World's Been Turning (Jan 11, 2012): My burning desire is revealed... It might just surprise you. Likely it won't. What desire is your downfall?
Sing About Martin (Jan 18, 2012): How do you talk about difficult subjects with your children? How do you explain things that you yourself don't quite understand?
Tackling Legacy (Jan 26, 2012): How does a former resident of State College, Pennsylvania, process the death of former head football coach, Joe Paterno?
Friday, January 27, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
I Survived!!
The photo shoot, that is.
Not only that, but my children managed to pull the wool over the eyes of the photographer and the two other people there by behaving. All four of them. At the same time. Well, Willa wouldn't smile, but that was the only glitch. Who is SuperMom now?
I got a quick peek at the shots and my children are just plain gorgeous -- and not in the "I'll pretend your babies are pretty so I don't hurt your feelings" kind of way. It is impossible to even notice me in the shots, I am just a fancy piece of furniture wearing a smile. It's just as well, I sort of look like Dwight Schrute's fatter sister, minus the glasses, all pasty and moon-faced.
The organizers asked me if I was excited, I answered honestly, "Yes. About the super-cool opportunity, but not so crazy about the photo shoot." Apparently, that is common among all of the talent involved. Good to know that, like middle school, everyone is scared and insecure.
At least, unlike middle school, I didn't have to have my picture taken with a mouthful of metal. That's a bonus, right?
Not only that, but my children managed to pull the wool over the eyes of the photographer and the two other people there by behaving. All four of them. At the same time. Well, Willa wouldn't smile, but that was the only glitch. Who is SuperMom now?
I got a quick peek at the shots and my children are just plain gorgeous -- and not in the "I'll pretend your babies are pretty so I don't hurt your feelings" kind of way. It is impossible to even notice me in the shots, I am just a fancy piece of furniture wearing a smile. It's just as well, I sort of look like Dwight Schrute's fatter sister, minus the glasses, all pasty and moon-faced.
The organizers asked me if I was excited, I answered honestly, "Yes. About the super-cool opportunity, but not so crazy about the photo shoot." Apparently, that is common among all of the talent involved. Good to know that, like middle school, everyone is scared and insecure.
At least, unlike middle school, I didn't have to have my picture taken with a mouthful of metal. That's a bonus, right?
Vanity from a Fat Chick
I generally think of myself as not a terribly vain person. Most days, if my clothes are clean and I've bathed, I feel OK to go out in public.
So why in the world is the photo shoot scheduled in an hour or so causing me so much stress?
Because I kinda hate the way I look right now. OK, not my hair -- I now have a super-cute haircut, thanks to a friend who doesn't care what I look like as long as I get to see her. Thank you!!
But the rest of me? Gah... I hope that the kids are so distractingly cute that you don't notice me behind all of my fat. I am too fat and frumpy to pull off glam right now, and it's weighing on me CONSTANTLY for the last two weeks.
I know I should eat better. I know I should exercise. But in between work, feeding my children healthy, home-cooked food, and caring for said children when Scott is working, I cannot find the time, nor energy to exercise. Whine, whine, rant... I know that once I get started, I'll feel OK.
And my vanity is sort of odd -- I don't feel bad about myself when I'm "in real life," per se, but when I see photos of myself I think, "I didn't look THAT fat this morning when I get dressed, did I?" Am I deluding myself when I see my reflection? I dunno...
But it just feels rotten to be ashamed of how I look. I don't know what the other women/kids being photographed look like, but I just know I'm going to be the fattest one, the one with the worst wardrobe, and the one with three zits and a scratch (courtesy Juliet) on my chin.
It's like middle school all over again... Sigh...
OK. Now it's time for me to put on my big (fat-ass) girl pants and suck it up. Hopefully by releasing this insecurity into the universe, I can get past it in time to smile for my pictures. Please??
So why in the world is the photo shoot scheduled in an hour or so causing me so much stress?
Because I kinda hate the way I look right now. OK, not my hair -- I now have a super-cute haircut, thanks to a friend who doesn't care what I look like as long as I get to see her. Thank you!!
But the rest of me? Gah... I hope that the kids are so distractingly cute that you don't notice me behind all of my fat. I am too fat and frumpy to pull off glam right now, and it's weighing on me CONSTANTLY for the last two weeks.
I know I should eat better. I know I should exercise. But in between work, feeding my children healthy, home-cooked food, and caring for said children when Scott is working, I cannot find the time, nor energy to exercise. Whine, whine, rant... I know that once I get started, I'll feel OK.
And my vanity is sort of odd -- I don't feel bad about myself when I'm "in real life," per se, but when I see photos of myself I think, "I didn't look THAT fat this morning when I get dressed, did I?" Am I deluding myself when I see my reflection? I dunno...
But it just feels rotten to be ashamed of how I look. I don't know what the other women/kids being photographed look like, but I just know I'm going to be the fattest one, the one with the worst wardrobe, and the one with three zits and a scratch (courtesy Juliet) on my chin.
It's like middle school all over again... Sigh...
OK. Now it's time for me to put on my big (fat-ass) girl pants and suck it up. Hopefully by releasing this insecurity into the universe, I can get past it in time to smile for my pictures. Please??
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