Wait? What's this email in my inbox? There's already homework due and it's not even the first day?!?! What have I gotten myself into?
My first assignment is to write a short bio and send in a head shot. What? I thought this was a writing class, not a modeling class. Who's teaching this? Tyra Banks?
I don't have any head shots. I'm just a mom. I don't have any published works that would require a formal portrait. Heck, I don't even have any pictures of myself because, again, I'm a mom. I'm the one who lugs around the 50 lb camera bag on all family adventures. I shoot all the fun; I don't have any of it.
What is this teacher thinking? I thought this class was for moms. I better go back and reread the course description. I think I signed up for the wrong class. hmm...I'm going to email the teacher about this obvious mix-up.
OK...the teacher emailed me back and assured me that ...
- I signed up for the right class
- This is a writing class
- It is for moms
- She is not Tyra Banks
OK. Let me go put on some makeup and fix my hair first. Let's see...1, 2, 3...."CHEESE!"
I know some of you didn't believe that I truly am a Mean Ass Woman, but here is the proof. Cold hard undeniable evidence. I am not proud of this, but since the purpose of this blog is to thoroughly examine myself I need to accept the truth. The good, the bad and, yes, the ugly truth.
So there you have it. This portrait of a Mean Ass Woman was drawn by my biggest ballerina when she was about 4 years old. When she shared this drawing with me back then she said, and I quote, "This is a picture of MAWMAW (pronounced momma) when she's mad".
I knew I should have been concerned that her favorite picture book for so long was When Sophie Gets Angry--Really, Really Angry... It was obviously therapy for her.
So...who wants to sit next to MAWMAW for the next 6 weeks?