honesty*rain

I’ve never had a dedicated printer. That is to say, the printer in this household has never been attached to my computer because I have a laptop and what with the carrying around of the laptop it made little sense to constantly have a printer slung over my shoulder. Instead, the printer has always been attached to Dan’s desktop computer and when I need to use it he has to climb under his desk, unplug it from his USB port so that I could pop it into mine. This has been less than a spectacular system. In the beginning he was sort of patient about it but lately he’s downright snarly. Once he even poked me in the eye over it which I think is just rude. Printing should not lead to a fisticuffs.

About a month ago I decided I would get my own damned printer. Just a little thing. Not a 3 in 1 or a 5 in 7 or a 64 in 238. I was thinking a 39 dollar dealie from Walmart so I could print up the little things I need for the kids. Maybe an ocassional recipe. Or, you know, whatever. Just not photos. Cheapass printers don’t do so well with photos and that’s a fact.

Well I’m on the phone with my dad the other day and lo if he’s not getting all braggy about some printer he just bought. It’s, like, the best printer ever. It’s better than some stupid 39 dollar printer. It’s better than chocolate. It’s better than watching TV uninterrupted during a britcom marathon on PBS.

Come on, Dad. That good? Nothing’s better than britcoms.

Turns out it was a printer I’d seen in a magazine recently. The Kodak EasyShare 5300 All-in-One Printer Print, Copy, and Scan’s ad campaign caught my eye: everyone else’s ink cartidges cost a million dollars and ours don’t, so there*. Sounded good and as soon as my dad put me back on this printer I was off to the office supply superstore faster than you can say she’s makin’ copies.

I’m not going to bother with a play by play of what this thing does. It’s a 3 in 1 and it’s rock star. I had to have dan drill a hole in a cabinet in the kitchen so I could house the thing. It ain’t tiny, lemme tell ya, but it’s all worked out. We had a party the other night and ask me how much I loved taking pictures of drunk friends at 330am and printing them right from the memory card on to ready and waiting 4X6 high qulaity photo paper. While drunk. Both me and the people in the pictures. And do you know what? It went off without a hitch. If that ain’t a testiment to how easy this thing is to operate, I don’t know what is.

*paraphrasing

I started scrapbooking when jacob was wee. I loved it because it involves paper and I love paper. Lay me on a bed of paper and I will be - well, laying on paper which isn’t so thrilling, but you know what I mean even if I have not said it well. That’s what I like about you. You get me. We have that bond or whatever.

The hell was I saying?

Oh ya, record keeping. Well Dan got me a scrapboking magazine as a stocking stuffer at Christmas and I’ve been beating myself up since. I’ve done but little scrapbooking sicne having Madison and I’m pretty major bummed about it. And after I am pretty major bummed about it I am going to go listen to some eighties music and crimp my hair.

Walk Like an Egyptian.

I was just over at fluid pudding and she had a year in review type of thing going on and I was all the more pretty major bummed. Because if I sat down and tried to review my year I don’t think you’d get more than:

I got one year closer to forty and that made me pretty major bummed

Because I keep no sort of record. Not even here, on my website, my journally type website. Because I disdain blogs as journals. Rather, I do not disndain them in gneneral but disdain the thought of keeping one myself. I fancy myself above that sort of thing. I fancy myself more of a sporadic-pointless-poster more than anything else. It’s my recipe for success, might not be yours.

Today I am going to try to do some kind of record keeping planning scrapbooking paper related goals for the year setting slash photography inspired thang. Between loads of laundry and the eighty five thousand times Madison will bounce in front of me saying MomMomMomMomMomMomMom and completely breaking my concentration.

What? What was I doing? What is my name? Who are you?

See, like that.

I’ll let you know how it goes. Only I won’t. Because as soon as I walk away I’ll forget I ever made such a promise because I will be busy getting crackers and keeping a certain four year old from jumping on top of her brother’s 200 dollar robot that he had to have but never plays with.

I’ve been scrapbooking again. The kids are finally old enough for me to start doing the things I enjoy without wanting to pull my hair out from all the interruptions and grabbing of my stuff. I still can’t take a pee without hearing at least one person scream MOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!! But I can scrap a little. So you know, things are changing a little here and there.

These are pages I did of Jake last week. He got a dinosaur dig activity for his birthday and just loved it. And how could I resist scrapping him in those safety goggles?

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