The story behind the picture… Self-portrait (2004)

I took this picture summer 2004 while I was in Digital Photography. The assignment was to take your own self-portrait. I wracked my brain and came up with this. Hey, at least I didn’t wrap my face in salmon skin. True story. A classmate actually set up a tripod and took, like, a hundred pictures with his face wrapped in fresh (I hope!) salmon skin. I like my idea better. Oh, and that’s really my shadow. Lacking a tripod, I sat my camera on top of a Mountain Dew can and set the timer. It took quite a few tries to get it just right. Now that you’ve looked at my self-portrait, you know me a little better. And there’s no fishy aftertaste.

I’ll go a little deeper. Why did I choose the books I did?

The Practical Encyclopedia of Sewing
Mom taught me how to sew early, and I entered sewing projects in 4-H almost every year I was in. I also showed horses in 4-H for 11 years. Mom actually made me a lot of clothes when I was younger, really girly dresses that weren’t too frilly and ruffle-y. I’m glad she did, because sewing is a great outlet for creativity. It’s most fun (and frustrating!) when you’re making something from your own pattern or modifying someone else’s. These days, I make quilts most often.

Calvin & Hobbes Lazy Sunday Book
One of my mostest favoritest things in the world is Calvin & Hobbes. I bought my first book when I was a freshman in high school. Some of my fondest memories of school are sitting in a book store with a friend reading C&H together and laughing until we were falling over each other crying. Of course, it helped that we managed to skip school and successfully avoid detection and escaped to Ft. Wayne, IN for the day. Yeah. I was bad. Bad Dory. BAD.

The American Country Woodworker
Yet another fantastic outlet for creative energy. But since I have no room in my garage to actually work the wood, I don’t get to do it like I want to. I have a band saw, table saw, scroll saw, and router. I mostly make crafty crap.

Football for Dummies
Hunky introduced me to NFL football! I still don’t understand some of the nuances of the game, but it’s more fun to cuddle on the couch watching with him than fight about not doing something with me and watching stoopid football AGAIN. Go Packers! Hunky digs the Raiders. Man, some of those fans at the Black Hole are craaaaazeeeeeee. And… contrary to popular belief, Tom Brady is not the most ruggedly handsome best quarterback of all time. Tombrady is a bedwetter. I don’t care if John Madden wants to have his love child. It’s just so. Tombrady=Bedwetter. Amen.

Life Application Bible
God rawks.

Adobe Illustrator CS Classroom in a Book
I chose this because I finally figured out what I wanted to be when I grew up. I absolutely love being a graphic artist.

The Perigree Visual Dictionary of Signing
Back in ’04 my hearing, or lack thereof, wasn’t quite so bad and it wasn’t the issue it is today. But I knew it was coming, like when the train shakes the ground a couple miles off. I tried to get into ASL starting in Fall ’04 but it always filled up so damn fast or my work schedule didn’t permit it, until I finally started ASL 1 in Fall ’06.

Forgive and Love Again
HunkyDory reconciled Novemberish ’03. But it was a long, hard road, and by summer ’04 I knew we’d be ok, but we had a lot of work to do.

Mona Lisa Smile
Ok, I know, not a book, but whatever, it’s my damn self-portrait. Anywho. I am not a crier, but I bawled at the end of this movie. Not much makes me cry. Extreme frustration. Clydesdales. Hunky yelling at me. Major rejection. Someone else crying (sometimes).

Dictionary and Thesaurus
I heart heart heart words.

The Monster at the End of this Book
One of my favorite kids’ books of all time. My boys define a portion of me. It’s been said more than once that The Rockstar is my mini-me. I’m not the mommy I thought I’d be, but I am not an entirely sucky mom.

So there you go. I may think up a new list of books that can sit on a sidewalk and tell you about who I am. It’s only been three years, but the only thing that’s constant is change. And I’m a different person than I was three years ago. And I hope I will be different three years from now. In a good way. 🙂

What books would be in your pile on a sidewalk in front of your shadow?

Lick it, slam it, and suck it, mis amigos.

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