I don’t have a lot of pictures of myself. Typically, I don’t take a very good photo. I looked ok as a kid in pictures because I was never self conscious of myself or my smile. By the time I hit puberty, my smile had transformed into this ugly sort of forced thing. I would smile but never part my lips and my parents – or whoever was behind the camera – kept saying, “smile bigger!” It reminds me a lot of that Friends episode where Chandler has his photo face that is horrendously ugly and only comes out when it’s time to pose for the picture. Lately I can’t stand my smile or my eye that seems to close more than the other, just in pictures. It makes me look drunk… or retarded. I am reasonably happy with my wedding pictures. I don’t look like I’m trying to force an emotion for the sake of capturing a moment. Even most of my honeymoon pics look decent.

I bring this up because I mean to bring the camera with me more often. I know that soon, I will spot that one tree whose leaves have begun to turn and I will want a picture. I also keep meaning to upload some of the newest puppy pics. Ash’s brother’s pug was here all week and I haven’t posted anything.

But if you want to see my good pictures and some of my dogs, hit up my photo album. It’s hiding there in the middle of my blogroll.