My cards haven't arrived yet, but I expect them any day. Until they arrive I am practicing patience and my ignoring skills. Let me backtrack to share the full story...
Every year I send out a photo card. I am one of those people who like to be in the picture, mostly because it's my family card and I am half of the reason we are a family. Also, just because I had kids that didn't mean I disappeared from being in photos. And truthfully, I love any reason to be in a photo with my kids and DH. Each month after Christmas, all year long, no matter what we are celebrating or doing, I try to capture a decent photo of us as a family always thinking, "Christmas card potential." When November rolls around I look back at that collection of the best photos that could be Christmas card worthy. This year my first choices had more individualized photos of each of us. I had a great photo of my DH high up on a rock formation in the middle of Montana, a photo of me at the beach from Thanksgiving, my son from his Montana trip and my daughter (with my DH) at her school promotion ceremony. The person who complained the most was that girl child. "Eeew! I look HORRID in THAT photo!!!! Can you change it!? (really more of a demand than an question)
Well, lucky for the girl child, I too, wasn't completely satisfied with my choices. I felt the card was missing that certain something I was looking for this year. The next day I started over with my card design. Since it was last Friday, and I was feeling like I am certainly dragging my feet in getting done what I need to get done this year, I wanted to order the cards that day. I wouldn't have time to let everyone in the family see my new choice. I sent an example off to my DH via e-mail and asked what he thought. I even commented, "Do you think the kids will kill me? Or should I just not worry about it because someday they will grow up and say, 'What fun!'?" He responded that he loved it and I shouldn't worry. So I placed my order.
On Saturday, I asked my daughter if she wanted to see my new design. Well, let's just say that she is not very happy with my choice. Could you hear her down in LA? How about in IL or up in MI? I KNOW my neighbors could hear her, and hear her, and hear her. And they could still hear her on Sunday. She hasn't said anything today, but I haven't mentioned it either.
So, my original choice for her photo was of her and her dad. My new choice has her in her Halloween costume. She was Marilyn Monroe. Are you visualizing white, low cut, flowing skirt, dress? White wig, black mole, red lip stick? Her picture is one of those "surprised" looks that would make anyone instantly think, Marilyn. My son is in his costume too; he looks like Sonny Crockett from the 80's cop drama, Miami Vice and my DH & myself have on 3-D glasses. Inside is a picture of the four of us at Disney World and I wrote, "May your 2010 be filled with fun memories!"
When my cards do arrive, I think I will have to address them on the sly next door. If you are lucky enough to receive one this year it will mean that I got them out BEFORE my daughter knew they had arrived. She has threatened to cut them up, burn them, paste over them, etc.
Teenage girls can be SO melodramatic! Wish me luck in continuing with patience and ignoring her rants. :)