Wednesday, September 13, 2006
It was a beautiful day....
It was a beautiful day - the weather was wonderful, everyone left the house smoothly, I made it to yoga for the first time in months. The substitute instructor did not show, but I declared it a victory anyway. I had made the effort, that counted for something. I was feeling good! I took care of a couple of jobs and checked myself in the mirror. Hair decent, make-up decent......I think I will go have my passport picture taken.
Hit the pause button.
I am not that big on having my picture taken. I don't mind too much if I am in the prescence of a really good professional photographer. You know, the ones who care about backgrounds, lighting, soft focus, and digital touch-ups. I have only been fortunate enough to have met 3 of these "artists" in my life. None of them have worked at an official document photo site.
Journey with me to September of last year.......
My family is traveling to San Diego. We have a ridiculously early flight out. We make it to the airport and I hand over my driver's license for identification. It is expired. Not by much, only a few days - but airport security seems not to care.
I am pulled to the side for the public wanding. Without thinking I turn to hand my purse to my husband. Airport security really does not like this. I have earned myself a trip down the hallway to the "all but strip search" room.
They go through everything. I am given a "My aren't you organized!" compliment by one of the many security people I visit with. I am finally allowed to join my husband and boys who are waiting somewhat patiently.
One of them inquires, "Didn't you know that your driver's license was expired?" Well yes, I did. But you have a 30 day grace period to renew it. I offer what is a completely logical explanation of, "Every time I thought about it, I was not having a good hair day." I could tell by the look on their faces that none of them understood my dilemma - you have to remember that I live in a frat house!
Hit the play button.
I travel to the store where I have my photos developed. I hope the person at the counter is not the unfriendly one. One last check in the mirror - sunglass marks! I knew I should not have put them on......oh well.
Entering the store I am relieved to see that it is not the unfriendly girl. This girl is not overly friendly, but I at least think she does not dislike me. The process begins. She pulls down a white screen. (I was hoping the background would be blue, but okay.) She pulls out a little digital camera and says, "Are you ready?" I smile. She clicks, checks the picture and wants to take another one. Repeat the process.
After a few minutes, I return to the counter. She hands me the photos tucked in to a little blue card holder. I open the card.......
Inside my head: "Holy canolli! I thought I was having a decent hair day. The lighting is awful - look at all those shadows on my face. I think she used the second picture and I knew my smile was a bit weird. Surely I do not look that old!"
To the picture girl: "That's great. Thank you."
She rings me out, being nicer to me than normal. I think she takes some sadistic pleasure in taking horrible passport photos!!!
Oh well, at least the weather was lovely.
Simple Faith
It was a beautiful day - the weather was wonderful, everyone left the house smoothly, I made it to yoga for the first time in months. The substitute instructor did not show, but I declared it a victory anyway. I had made the effort, that counted for something. I was feeling good! I took care of a couple of jobs and checked myself in the mirror. Hair decent, make-up decent......I think I will go have my passport picture taken.
Hit the pause button.
I am not that big on having my picture taken. I don't mind too much if I am in the prescence of a really good professional photographer. You know, the ones who care about backgrounds, lighting, soft focus, and digital touch-ups. I have only been fortunate enough to have met 3 of these "artists" in my life. None of them have worked at an official document photo site.
Journey with me to September of last year.......
My family is traveling to San Diego. We have a ridiculously early flight out. We make it to the airport and I hand over my driver's license for identification. It is expired. Not by much, only a few days - but airport security seems not to care.
I am pulled to the side for the public wanding. Without thinking I turn to hand my purse to my husband. Airport security really does not like this. I have earned myself a trip down the hallway to the "all but strip search" room.
They go through everything. I am given a "My aren't you organized!" compliment by one of the many security people I visit with. I am finally allowed to join my husband and boys who are waiting somewhat patiently.
One of them inquires, "Didn't you know that your driver's license was expired?" Well yes, I did. But you have a 30 day grace period to renew it. I offer what is a completely logical explanation of, "Every time I thought about it, I was not having a good hair day." I could tell by the look on their faces that none of them understood my dilemma - you have to remember that I live in a frat house!
Hit the play button.
I travel to the store where I have my photos developed. I hope the person at the counter is not the unfriendly one. One last check in the mirror - sunglass marks! I knew I should not have put them on......oh well.
Entering the store I am relieved to see that it is not the unfriendly girl. This girl is not overly friendly, but I at least think she does not dislike me. The process begins. She pulls down a white screen. (I was hoping the background would be blue, but okay.) She pulls out a little digital camera and says, "Are you ready?" I smile. She clicks, checks the picture and wants to take another one. Repeat the process.
After a few minutes, I return to the counter. She hands me the photos tucked in to a little blue card holder. I open the card.......
Inside my head: "Holy canolli! I thought I was having a decent hair day. The lighting is awful - look at all those shadows on my face. I think she used the second picture and I knew my smile was a bit weird. Surely I do not look that old!"
To the picture girl: "That's great. Thank you."
She rings me out, being nicer to me than normal. I think she takes some sadistic pleasure in taking horrible passport photos!!!
Oh well, at least the weather was lovely.
Simple Faith
# posted by simple faith : 9:59 AM
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No plans in the works - just something we needed to take care of before it becomes a mandatory thing to travel or cruise. You just never know when an opportunity may arise!
I didn't know you would sing on this cruise - is that why yo need the enigma to "accompany" you??
You are a hoot. Funny stuff.
I sniffed ragweed today while Amy played . . .
You are a hoot. Funny stuff.
I sniffed ragweed today while Amy played . . .
If I were to cruise and begin (for some reason) to think that I was talented enough or popular enough to sing in public, I would hope that my dear husband would stop me. If any singing were going to happen, I would hope any of you were there to accomplish that - people do deserve to hear talent if they are cruising....
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