Yes, go ahead and beat me with a wet noodle.  I’ve haven’t blogged in a few days.  Shame on me.  I have however been knee deep in photos, literally, and thus my absence.  Who knew that when I started to weed through photos that I would be this big of a task.

This whole thing started with me taking some photos out of friends children and passing them on to them as I figured they would have more use for them than I would… obviously.  From there I realized I have a ton more photos around here than need be.  I mean I take A LOT of photos.  This comes from photography classes where the instructor tells you not to be afraid to use a roll of film at one time, after all, some of the best shots come out of no where.  So that’s me, the wild photo taker.  The only issue with that is that I don’t always have the time, or desire to weed through them before I send them off for printing (when they are digital).  Soooo, I get a massive stack of photos from one event that I’ll never use, and a lot of them are what I like to call “defective” shots.  You know the ones, we all have them.  Only when the photo is obviously poor, which is hard to tell when looking at the little preview on the order screen, do I bother to deleted it before printing it.  That is problem two.

Problem two, leads me to yet another problem.  I have all these photos, which I’ll never scrap left over from events that I’ve already scrapped.  What to do with them?  Can I throw them out??  Maybe.  Could I store them at my Mom’s?  I’m sure she would be more than happy to let my boxes of photos join all the other stuff I never took out of her house.  NOT!  So what is a snap happy photographer to do?  I started to pitch some things, like obviously awful photos that I’d never use anyway.  I think from that point I might go get some photo storage boxes to put the “leftovers” in.  You know, the ones I scrapped, but still might come in handy when I need to make a last minute gift for a family member.  So that my friends, is my plan.  I’ve been doing little bits at a time… first the pitching of the yucky photos, then I’ll move on to the sorting and packing up.  Wish me luck on that.  It really is an intimidating task, and I find myself wishing I still had an assistant… any takers???

In other news, Denny has some permanent hearing loss from all those ear infections he has been getting.  Kinda odd for a man in his thirties to be getting ear infections if you ask me, but what do I know?  Anyway, so the ENT told him to start wearing ear plugs when working to protect what is left of his hearing.  To which Denny replied with “alright” and a nod.  Which of course really meant that he had no intention of doing it.  So that was Monday, as of today no ear plugs in sight.  The fact that I’ve become increasing annoyed by the constant need to repeat myself for the last several months apparently is of no importance to Denny.  It seems as if the only thing that comes out of his mouth is “What?  Stop mumbling!” and it is slowly driving me insane.  On the bright side, if you have something not so nice to say about him, say it while standing on his left.  :razz:

Saturday I have a crop at Little Scrapbox that I don’t think I even want to attend.  I’m tired, and it is a lot of work to pack up all my stuff, drag it in, and then back out again.  Especially considering I leave for my retreat on the 21st, and I’ll have to do it all over again.  On top of that my cousin Terri is coming in from Texas that day.  I’m already going to be gone for several days of her visit here (retreat time) and the crop is  just one more added to that.  Lastly, I have an all important hair cut.  I need it cut, and want it cut before I leave.  So I’ll be late to the crop, which means I will have to park in the street and lug all my stuff from even farther than usual.  I have a lot of junk, errr, treasures to carry.   Like I said, I don’t think I even want to go, but I’ve already committed to it.

Back to my photos,  which I hope to have cleaned out in time for my retreat so that I can be a little more efficient while I’m there… so I keep telling myself.

~j