I Wonder If Our Insurance Covers This?

I have some weird tropical vision disease...

when I look in a mirror,
doesn't matter what kind, where it is, what the light is like...
and then have my picture taken that same day...
I look like completely different...
I mean completely different than what I'm seeing in the mirror.
It never fails, always different.

I call it "That'sNotReallyMeIsIt?-itis"

Now I know that photos are an accurate representation
of what I look like, it's just I don't understand the mirror thing...
why can't I see myself as I actually am?

(this could become a much deeper discussion...seeing myself as I really am, the meaning behind this apparent flaw in my earthly eyes, etc. but I'm not up to swimming into the deep end right now so I'll save that topic for another time)

back to the TNRMII?-itis...what exactly is the deal? And I've noticed my TNRMII?-itis also occurs when I'm on any kind of videotape or television screen.

The perfect example of my TNRMII?-itis happened to occur this past football season...

Last October, our oldest daughter was a senior and the marching band's drum major. Each year, during the last football game of the year, our local high school recognizes all the seniors who are either football players, cheerleaders, and band members...in that order (but that's a whole other can of worms to open later)...

Anyway, we line up before the football game begins and we walk our child down the 50 yard line as they are introduced over the loud speaker...and as it turned out last year, we were the very last parents/senior to walk.

Now it was a wonderful honor for our child, for all the hard work she had put into the marching band and we were very proud to walk her down the field while the principal announced her name, as the crowd applauded and the band played a little ditty...oh, did I mention the Jumbo-tron?

Yes, that's right...I didn't misspell it...Jumbo-tron...our high school football field has a Jumbo-tron, thanks to some very generous folks in our community. Me no likey them very much.

Being the last to be announced, we were waiting patiently in line, in the end zone, under the Jumbo-tron, perfectly unaware that the parents and their seniors were being shown on the enormous screen. As we rounded the end zone, I happened to glance up at the screen and there they were...some skinny parents and their skinny cheerleader daughter, looking like they had spent a week eating nothing but doughnuts and salt...these people looked huge...

And my mind went directly to earlier in the evening, when I had taken that last look in the mirror before we left home...and my TNRMII?-itis started to kick in...I tried to remember what I looked like at the house...okay, I said to myself, I looked okay, I had a nice jacket on, it should cover up what needs to be covered up, this won't be too bad...

We walked down the 50 yard line, Kaitlin was announced, the applause came and the music played...and I glanced over to the Jumbo-tron...

"when did Meatloaf get here?" "I wonder if he's gonna sing?" "wait a minute, he's wearing the same jacket as me!"

(for those reading who are under 40, just google him)

We eventually got to our seats and my TNRMII?-itis was starting fade back into remission when my friend Michele leans over and says, "we got the whole thing on video for you!"

yahoo...can't wait to watch it...

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