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Our Life In Pictures

It was a busy little weekend. Saturday was spent sliding the plastic. We purchased a very nice scanner that will allow you to scan several items at once and will crop each item into it's own file, and a printer that spits out absolutely beautiful (and waterproof) prints of our digital pictures and makes me nearly weepy.

The whole thing is going to make me a very busy and obssessed person. I am a closet beginner scrapbooker except that I lack the desire to produce horribly cheesy picture books with my pictures brutally cropped into stupid looking clip art type ugliness with little balloon stickers hanging over our heads with corny fucking captions. So, even though I would like to organize them all into books and put the children's into themed pages, I still can't bring myself to cut up our original pictures.

Last night we scanned in all two hundred of our not so professional wedding pictures and then some. They may not be the best pictures, we may look a bit goofy, some of us even look a bit stressed out and pissed off, and even though there were only about ten people there from my biological family and friends Terry's family was my family long before that day and they kind of filled in my empty seats. His father actually gave me away. At any rate, they are our memories and having digital versions of them makes me very happy.

Terry's cousin who lives in the Orlando area finally visited Sunday and we grilled out and it was a short but good visit. He is leaving in September to backpack around Eastern Europe for a couple of months. I am a tad envious. Who wouldn't be, right? I want to go. You know, the nomad in me.

The living room is painted. The Deep Garnet didn't turn out the way I had hoped. I prefer the color it was before. However, the paint swatch that it was is outdated. Bastard! The living room is very dark with the dark wall being opposite the sliding glass doors. We left all of the tape up and are considering just painting it Parisian Taupe like the rest of the walls. I am not sure yet. I do like the way the two colors look against each other. Very nice. I am thinking about the possibility of an entryway mirror near the door and some other light colored reflective objects that might look nice displayed high on that wall that might create more reflection and lighten the whole thing up. Maybe I should start investing in very interestingly shaped picture frames in various sizes and materials and cover the walls with enlarged black and white prints from our best shots of the kids. I just wish I could get over how critical I am of it not being the exact color I wanted.

In all of our technologically induced stupor we barely touched the household chores all weekend. Therefore, I am buried in laundry and dishes today. I need to get back to it.

Posted by gwendolyn on May 27, 2003 at 02:50 PM