My best side

We’ve probably taken close to 10,000 pictures since Deaglan was born. I think it must be a side effect of parenting. Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s great to be able to look back and see a week-by-week growth chart of our baby. I know that already there is so much I have forgotten and he is not yet two. We were lucky enough to get a bunch of gift certificates from family which enabled us to kick in some extra and invest in a really good camera. And it’s been such a great tool to document this wonderful new avenue of our lives.

However, a pitfall of this has been that I am in so damned many of these pictures. This is mostly because Shaune likes to be the photographer. But here’s where I would rather not have the minute-by-minute reminder of what I look like when I’m not trying to pose. I mean I only share the odd picture of myself on this blog - odd meaning it is a rarity when one turns out not so bad. But believe me most of the shots are BAD. The sad thing is that I can’t blame it on Shaune’s photography skills because the ones of Deaglan are usually awesome.

A few weeks ago Shaune took a real eye-opener. I felt like Elaine on that Seinfeld episode where they keep making fun of the size of her head and she stops and says – could I maybe not be as attractive as I think I am? It’s not that I think I’m some sort of a beauty queen but this particular angle that Shaune seemed to have captured just right was like a slap in the face. My immediate reaction was to want to burn the outfit I was wearing but more than that, have a serious chat with my better half – which by the way was definitely not caught in this particular snapshot – and ask him why he would take such a picture and more importantly why he would let me venture out of the house if such angles were possible!?

In the spirit of full disclosure I’ve included some of these classics for you here. If you ever felt that in the past I was carrying airs or being snobbish in any way, comfort yourself with the knowledge that I had no business doing so.

From the front I thought this outfit was alright. I think Stacey and Clinton may have a point
about needing the 360 degree mirror.

Again with the rear shot - Shaune???

I was determined to have not even one nice memory of our day out with Thomas!

This could have been okay had I said "cheese" instead of "constipated"

I don't even know what to say about this one.




There's no reminder like this one that I need to start watching what I eat.

And these were just the presentable ones folks!

Tall glass of water

I went out for a drink with friends after work. I haven't done that in a long time. We went to a newer spot down the street from work.

All the servers were very scantily clad - poor things. It can't be comfortable working like that. If I've worn the wrong bra or too tight a sweater to work, I am tempted to go home and change.

These young gals were in skirts that were little more than what looked to be lycra belts and teensy weensy itty bitty tank tops. I don't think any of them had eaten for well over a month - none of them weighed more than 80 pounds.

It reminded me of that Seinfeld episode where Elaine notices that all the waitresses at the diner they frequent have large chests and look alike. She is convinced that the owner only hires good looking women with nice racks and wants to prove this by trying to get hired. When she applies she is told that they are not hiring at the moment. When she confronts the restaurant owner and accuses him of discrimination against plain flat-chested women (her) he looks at her puzzled. I don't know what you're talking about, all of these waitresses are my daughters.

Well the servers at the cafe tonight weren't related but sure did meet certain criteria. Very young. Very thin. And very attractive.

I'll go back to this place because we got great service and the atmosphere was fun and the decor was beautiful. But I can't help wonder if these young, thin, light women ever look at each other and say - hey how come none of us is chubby or male?