Reality, Please Stop Being So Real

I had some photos sent to me from the SBOD meeting I attended last weekend in Boston. 

When I opened the email, I realized all of the great reasons I loved the event so much. All 236 photos made me smile. I was in a good 50 or so of the photos, so I suppose I was quite present at the meeting. This wouldn't usually bother me very much, because I don't mind photos, but I don't hate them.

Well, that has now changed. I hate photos of myself. If you saw these photos you would know what I mean. How was there not a single good photo of me in the album? Typically I can find a photo I at least like a little bit. Not this time around. 

Things are going to have to change if I am going to let people photograph me. 

I am:

1. Going to have to get pretty. Very pretty.
2. Going to lose a few pounds (or a multiple of a few).
3. Dyeing my hair back blonde. It looked orange and trashy.
4. Find some clothes that are at least somewhat cute and less than 5 years old.

Sheesh. I am so critical of stupid things most of the time.