MWAC's (Mom's with a camera)

I cannot take credit for such an acronym. My wedding photographer, Kevin Barre, came up with this little jewel as I was mentioning to him during one of our meetings about all of the people on Facebook starting photography websites. Kevin, an extremely talented photographer, is very offended by this, as am I. 


I can't really describe how it makes me feel... annoyed (may-be?) when I see some half-ass attempt at editing by someone who looks like they took a picture with a Nikon Coolpix in their backyard. "Oh. Here's a picture of a seashell on the beach this past summer... see how I made it black and white... that's classy. And by the way, I'm starting to do toddler shots, senior pictures, and weddings."  I understand people have to start somewhere, but really... If it is that easy, I think I could be a photographer. I have a camera that I purchased for $100 and I have the keen ability to hit the "Enhance" button at the bottom of my photo editing software. Click and done. 


Now I will say there are some people I have seen that do a pretty good job. There's a guy in my class whose wife does this. Her pictures look good and she seems to spend a lot of time on editing, unlike others I have seen. I also have a relative whose starting to get into photography as a hobby. She has the nice digital SLR camera and is taking a photography class, so I can't get mad at this one either. Her pictures look really good, much better than something I could do. 


I guess it makes me mad when I think of how these people come to their new found "profession." I can only imagine it goes something like this...


"Well, I'm a stay-at-home mom, but I need something to do to take up time, and possibly make some extra scratch. What can I do? I got it! I can buy a camera..."


*Goes to store to buy digital SLR camera and photo editing software."


$800 later, "Ok, I am capable of pushing a button and putting these images on a computer. Now, I will make a website advertising my services. I know other (and when they say other, they mean REAL) photographers will charge a lot of $$$ to have pictures made, but I will do it for substantially less." All of the pictures will be put on a computer, all pictures will be edited and adjusted the same way, and you will pay for a service that you could probably have done yourself. 


I'll end with this, I believe a photographer should have vision, not just a fancy camera and free time. 

Fat Carts (Personal Mobility Scooters)

This could possibly be one of the most controversial topics on my lengthy list of things that annoy me. Personal mobility scooters, or fat carts as I have come to call them, frustrate the heck out of me. 


First off, let me say if a person NEEDS one of these scooters for some sort of disability, then I want them to have and use it. 


As for people who are obese, huge, fat, lazy, etc... I want you to get off your fat ass and push a buggy. I have seen tons of these people (and all of you have seen them, too) who rent these things at Wal-Mart and Lowes out of convenience. They whiz down those aisles expecting you to get out of the way because there's obviously something so wrong with them that they cannot walk. Furthermore, I love watching them wheel all over the store then stand up and walk to get what they need, sit back down, and travel to their next destination. 

I've had a hatred for these evil machines for some time. I coined the phrase "fat cart" while on a summer vacation with my fiance and her family to the happiest place on earth, Disney World. Upon arrival to the Magic Kingdom, I notice that there are an unusual amount of these scooters out and about. I saw two large men, each with his own scooter, at a halt in the middle of one of these Disney streets. After noticing the lack of any trauma to the extremities, ankle/leg braces, and/or crutches, I began to think, "Look at these guys. What's wrong with them? Lazy asses." But there was nothing that was going to prepare me what I saw next. I watched the wives of these two fine gents come walking back with their children, approximately 2-3 per idiot. Each of the kids climb onto these scooters and ride along with the obese fathers. I couldn't believe it. Mom's are walking. Dad's and all kids are on the scooters. I will remind you that this is only one of the many accounts of laziness I saw while at the park. (FYI, carts at DW are now equipped with canopies, because apparently the morbidly obese are as much allergic to sunlight as they are to walking. )

In a kind of related story, one day a few weeks ago my fiance was at Sam's in line for a hotdog at the snack bar. The line was very long so she had plenty of time to think it over but also plenty of time to listen to the woman behind her. There was a women who appeared to be in her early 60s behind her talking very loudly about what we she and her hubby would be having for lunch. My fiance orders her food and is putting her money back in her purse, loud mouth leans over her and starts ordering. Lunch line foul. Wait until person moves to the left or right before moving up in line. So... She goes to look for a table and notices all are taken. While looking, an old man sitting alone at a table with one of those wretched scooters asks if she would like to sit down. She does and talks to him a little when she is interrupted by the same loud mouth from the line. She says to my fiance and the elderly man, "I had this table saved. I put my cart here. (pointing to the empty scooter)."  Let's recap. She stood in line behind my fiance for approximately 15 minutes announcing to all of Sam's what she would have, committed the mentioned lunch line foul, and orders her food. Now... she is trying to say she "saved a table" at a snack bar at Sam's (which is like me trying to tell you the third parking space outside is reserved for me because I left my cart there." Nothing was said by old man or fiance. She huffs a couple of time, gets on her scooter, and rolls away. 


Are you serious? Are you freaking serious? These are the people that are renting these things, and I get even more pissed off when I see these idiots drive right past the sign that says "carts for indoor use only" and wheel thos things right up to the door of their Cadillac and leave them. "I'm too tired to walk around for 30 minutes." Give me a break. I could literally punch them right in the face. 


A friend of mine from school has a father that is a manager of a Wal-Mart and has bolted the arms of the scooters down to prevent any unwanted use by the obese. For this reason, he is my hero. 


I'll end with this. Fat people- walk. It's good for you. 

My Blog's Purpose

I've been thinking for several months about starting a blog about things in life about which I can complain. Now is the time. This will be a "no holds barred" rant about things in everyday life that I hate/am annoyed by so much that I have to say something about it*. Enjoy. 

* As one could imagine, there could be some offensive things said on this blog, and for those offended... go put on your big boy/girl pants and suck it up.