My mother is an exceptionally selfless woman. She does not buy anything full-price unless it is for someone else and frequently that other person is someone she delivers MIFA meals for. In line with that, she asks for very very little from us apart from the occasional phone call, a glass of wine at 5 and a little help loading the dishwasher. What is the one thing she has specifically asked us for? A real, professional family picture for Christmas cards this year and a frame in the living room. It has been at least 10 years and no one thinks twice about obliging when she brings it up.
Fast forward to this morning. Still on a family love high from a fun day yesterday and a full night's sleep, we were fed and ready to go 10 minutes ahead of schedule. We arrived and the only car parked in front of the studio was a silver Beamer with a RUDY 2008 sticker. C'est la vie- it's Germantown.
Inside, you are immediately struck by the number of pleasant looking families on the wall- all white and many in khakis and white polos on the beach in Destin, FL. There is nothing wrong with this, it's just odd seeing so many families doing the same thing in the same place. I digress, we did find the one below a little disturbing:
I'm not really feeling too many gems coming from the photo shoot. The photog talked alot. A LOT (as someone who also talks a bit, I feel the need to make this distinction in bold). And to "put us at ease," he kept asking us questions about life and then snapping the pictures as we opened our mouths to answer. I am just about incapable of faking any kind of reaction. He even tried to go political momentarily before Brother's rather diplomatic answer hinted that there would be few points of empathetic banter. Once the technical session was over, Mr. RudyG Photog was upselling my mom in the office while Brother, Dad and I commandeered the photo studio with my handy dandy cell phone. At least we had a good laugh on it and a great leftovers lunch directly thereafter.
*Note*Photo removed due to close-proximity light source anemia. Or, better said,
Brother: I look like the sickly rich kid in the wheelchair from the secret garden. The one who's paralyzed and cant go outside.
I'm not really feeling too many gems coming from the photo shoot. The photog talked alot. A LOT (as someone who also talks a bit, I feel the need to make this distinction in bold). And to "put us at ease," he kept asking us questions about life and then snapping the pictures as we opened our mouths to answer. I am just about incapable of faking any kind of reaction. He even tried to go political momentarily before Brother's rather diplomatic answer hinted that there would be few points of empathetic banter. Once the technical session was over, Mr. RudyG Photog was upselling my mom in the office while Brother, Dad and I commandeered the photo studio with my handy dandy cell phone. At least we had a good laugh on it and a great leftovers lunch directly thereafter.*Note*Photo removed due to close-proximity light source anemia. Or, better said,
Brother: I look like the sickly rich kid in the wheelchair from the secret garden. The one who's paralyzed and cant go outside.
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Um that photo's a little creepy - they look like brother & sister (?!)
Aww that's such a nice photo!
We were supposed to re-do our family pictures over Thanksgiving but didn't get around to it. My mom is dyinggg to have it done. And I'm all for it since our current picture is from when I was in 7th grade and it's hanging right in at the bottom of our stairs. Ughhh, it's awful.
Ummm ... need I remind you of the Molly & Alec photos that line the Wynn's entry hall?? Black & white, no smiling-allowed pictures taken in abandoned warehouses in downtown Memphis. Alec looks like a Banana Republic model, and I just look pissed off. Loves it!!
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