Well, Julie asked...

 

 

I always have blog plans.

Something happens and I think "I'm blogging that!"

I even sometimes write it in my head in the night while trying to sleep,

or while driving...you know times when you don't need to pay attention.  duh.

Then life happens or TV shows made before HD come on.
 I am a sucker for that.

But my funny pal Julie asked a question on my last blog post and I cannot ignore her,

or just take time to personally email her back a response.

Mainly because she asked it with a compliment and I want that to be a requirement from now on.

Her question was

p.s. Why do you hate being in pictures?

You are BEAUTIFUL!

Now, this is how you ask a question readers...

and please don't question her sobriety.

I am sure she was of sound mind.

So, Julie, I chose to answer you my dear, sweet, gorgeous friend here on the blog.

Put down the margarita pitcher and read on...

When I was a kid I went to a country school
that was so small that the classes were combined.

First and second grade together,

third and fourth etc.

This is where I went until Jr. High

and then I went to the big town, population 4995.

At the country school we had 9 in my class.

4 boys and 5 girls...

one of who was Jackie, my twin and favorite sidekick.

Every year we would pick out our favorite outfit, usually matching,

and show up for picture day with freshly chopped bangs

or a bangin' new Toni home perm.

Weeks later the pix would arrive.

It was like Christmas only with just school picture packets and no gifts.

Everyone would open the envelopes and show all their cute smiles.

I would hunker over mine to the same scenario every. damn. year.

One eye closed with an idiot's grin.

No joke.

We would take them home to rave reviews of Jackie's.
Mom would cut up Jackie's package into individual pictures

so she could participate in the friends' picture swap the next day.
Mine would get re-packaged and the form filled out
 RETAKES for Janie/Quasimodo Adkins.
The following week a magician would show up and I would get mine taken again.
None of the other 8 in my class had a problem with cameras.
I was the only one who "seizured" at a camera flash.
Weeks later after all the hullabaloo had fizzled,
my new photos would arrive from the poor sap who got assigned to the second go-round.

No one had pictures left  to exchange.

 No one even remembered that I hadn't been involved in the first exchange.

I know you are wondering...how is Janie so well adjusted?

Sadly, I haven't honed my photo-sitting skills.

I still throw my head back so I have multiple necks and chins.

I work up a gong-y eye and I usually show every filling I have.

Just ask my kids.

That hateful Sea World took my picture

while I was descending from a death dive on one of their dangerous rides.

The picture was typical of my posing.

My kids still laugh about that danged picture.

 They say I look like a

dead Asian man.

Well, hello Beautiful.

 So my lovely Julie, this is where my disdain of photography

starts and ends.

It is getting better in this age of digital.

If I can control it, the truly ugly are deleted.

Only the false and beautiful are presented by me.

The one on this blog header was taken by my 7 year old grand daughter, Aubrie.

It is in no way typical.

It will probably remain here until another freak incident occurs

and I end up looking like I am sane and un-dead.