I’m not all that and a bag of chips.

Newsflash:

I’m not all that and a bag of chips. I ain’t even the bag of chips by itself.

Recently, I had some email correspondence with a reader. After I replied,  the response read, in part:

OMG, thank you so much. I did not think you would write me back.

Wow, really?

Now, this isn’t the first time I’ve gotten this kind of response, so I’m not picking on anyone. In fact, this kind of response was becoming so common, that I felt the need to finish this article that I’ve been tossing around for over a month.

I’m not that great. I’m not so busy/important/full of myself  that I can’t respond to email. In fact, I appreciate having email to answer, it keeps me from having to clean the bathroom. Or one of the other 72 things on my “to do” list.

I’m not a guru, so you don’t have to impress me. I’m just a 48 year-old woman who has a big mouth and some spare time to devote to writing this site.

That and $5 will get you a skinny mocha latte.

Yep, I’ve been a lucky girl the past few years and I’ve worked extremely hard on my accomplishments. That doesn’t mean they’ve gone to my head or made me more important than anyone else. I still have photography struggles almost every day.

So – here’s your Saturday Snark – and it’s all about me – hope this puts things in perspective and shows ya’ll I’m just one of you:

I dropped one of my cameras and attached 10-20mm lens on my cement studio floor last Saturday. 1 hour before I needed to leave for a wedding. Yeah. Panic Attacks R Us. I ran some tests and it seemed fine. Until I got to the wedding and discovered that the camera and the flash no longer communicate with each other correctly, so that camera can no longer be used with a flash unit, unless I’m shooting at 100 ISO, because that it where the communication error is.

I have needed to replace my roll of white seamless for several months. I constantly have to retouch the seam where the seamless meets the white floor because the paper is too short to to pull out further so you don’t see it. I hate cleaning up high key. But have I ordered a new roll? Nooooooo…

I hate cleaning up high key so much that I hired a retoucher to retouch a recent family portrait for me. My OWN family portrait. A session I will never make one cent on to offset the retoucher’s fee. Geesh.

When I run out of toilet paper I use kitchen napkins. I’m almost out of napkins. Someone needs to go to the store.

I lent one of my students my macro lens for 2 weeks and the very next day received an assignment to shoot…. wait for it… a macro job. Sigh.

My entries for the PPO Fall Print Competition are due to the print chairman by Nov 7th. They need mailed. So basically, I have about 8 days to figure out what I’m entering. Nothing like a little procrastination.

The doorknob to my studio no longer works.. I got semi-trapped in my studio and couldn’t get out. I have removed the doorknob and now there is a hole in the door. I need to do something about that.

So, there you have it. Proof that I can be a total idiot or at least partially clueless.

Edited to add:

I published this article on a Friday instead of a Saturday. Duh!