30 Day Blog Challenge: day 26

day 26

picture of your family

There are 4 people in my family.

They're all old enough that no one needs to dance or act crazy to make them smile.

I take pictures all the time.

So I should have TONS of family pictures, right?

Negative.  I get maybe 2 a year.  One for our Christmas cards...& a fight always ensues.  And maybe one on vacation.  Maybe.  And even then...there's usually a fight.  If you know my family, you can probably look at their faces & tell that some of us the boys (more specifically my dad) have fake smiles & look like they're about to explode.

With that preamble (that's right, I preambled...), here is our Christmas card picture from last year.  

Even after I finally got a half-decent picture that everyone would somewhat agree on... [my dad never looked at it, my mom doesn't like this picture of her, Ben surprisingly thinks he looks like a model, & I was mad because Syd was in the picture & Jeffrey didn't get to be because Mama wouldn't allow him outdoors]...I decided to make my own card instead of one of the boring ones on the Wal-Mart machine.  I used Photoshop, made a great card, went to print it at Wal-Mart, &...

...got in a fight with the lady at Wal-Mart.  

*little known fact: the few times in my life that I've almost gotten angry in public have all occurred because of Wal-Mart employees.  This is why my town needs a Target.  Among many other reasons that can all be found in the clothing, jewelry, & shoe departments.

Note: not a real fight, but I was having it out with her in my head...& maybe a little in real life.  Just what Christmas should be about, right?  Not one of my proudest moments.  

I know it sounds crazy, but I got so mad at her.  All because she didn't care that the machine was cutting off my card so the quotation at the end of the verse I put on it wasn't there.  She said quotations didn't matter.  That's what  really threw me over the edge.  [She clearly did not know who she was talking to or she would never have uttered those words.]

#1: she had no respect for the rules of grammar & punctuation.  

#2: she had the nerve to tell an obviously frustrated me that it was fine the way it was.

#3: she made me pay for the ones that the machine screwed up.  not like it was even more than a few dollars, but it's the principle of the matter, people...

So I marched myself across the street to Eckerd only to find that their photo machine didn't have a USB port.  You can imagine my frustration.  I almost gave up right then & there.

I don't even remember how I printed those cards.  But good news - Christmas did still happen, Jesus' birth was still celebrated, & somehow people got Christmas cards from my family (no thanks to Wal-Mart girl who I still avoid).