Awkward Family Photos

This past weekend, I got together for family photos with my siblings and their spouses.  It was not a serious photo shoot, so we were able to be silly and show our "personalities".   I can't remember when I actually ever enjoyed taking pictures but this was a great time.  As we poked fun of each other, we recalled some of the awkward pictures of our childhood.  Even when the photographer asked us to be "serious" we would burst out laughing.  It was a great day for memory making.  How things have changed...we didn't have to wait for proofs or place our orders.  Now we can critique ourselves as we choose the ones that are our personal best....I'm guessing we will all pick different shots but I know we will laugh as we go!

Fair weather friend

Yesterday the weatherman was predicting snow...yes, on September 10th.   It was cold, cloudy and even drizzling, but I was certain he was wrong.  I remembered how my twin sister insisted that there really was "NO" real winter weather in Rapid City when she was encouraging me to leave the south and move home.   Well, I have determined that I am a negative conduit to the weather powers that be....there has not been a mild winter since I moved here.   This one is no exception, since we have had several inches of snow today--the cold, wet, chill you to the bone kind of snow.   Only thing that warmed me up this morning as I drove to work were the warm tears rolling down my cheeks (and perhaps the hot tea/spice brandy I had when I returned home).  I seriously considered retiring early and moving south, but refilled my Prozac instead.   I will find my electric lap blanket this weekend!

Just my luck

I was recently prescribed "compression" stockings by my primary care doc...what an experience.  Who knew you had to be fitted and measured for something so simple.  (Although they were $55 per stocking--which is more than I pay for a pair of shoes).  When the lady at the front desk told me that Jerry would be helping me I had no idea that meant "up close and personal".   Unfortunately Jerry turned out to be about 55 yrs old, 50 pounds overweight with low hanging pants, an untucked shirt, and sweating profusely.    Nothing to get too excited about as he measured my height and my thigh.   The first time I wore the expensive new hose, I determined that Jerry needs a new job.  Not only are they the color of my deceased great-grandmother's elastic topped stockings they are definitely the wrong size.   They are so long I must either roll them down at the top or risk getting them wet when I do my "bathroom business".    Guess I would feel worse if a new pair of shoes fit that poorly!