n00b

Since I am much more comfortable with gaming lingo than the subject I'm about to get into, I will just use "n00b" to describe what an amatuer I am in the field of scrapbooking. I realize that many of you have been cropping for a long time. I tried. Really, I did. And I didn't care for it very much. I'm such a Type-A person that I never could make my pages look satisfactory - at least up to my completely anal standards.

So until now, my avoidance for scrapbooking has been a successful venture. And it's not even the impending birth of Chickster that's got me working on a scrapbook. No? No. The poor boy will have a box of stuff that can one day be cropped, mounted, and placed into a book with little squares of adhesive, but I knew that trying to keep up with that for him and any subsequent chicks would be a lost cause. So what's got me into the scrapbook business now? Mom. And Trump.

It's all Trump's fault. If she hadn't been so awesome and won Miss Rodeo of the Ozarks, I wouldn't be doing this. Mom, for some reason, thought I was the perfect person to record Trump's year-long reign in book format. So, we've been hunting and gathering photos and supplies to begin this venture. And I actually started on it this week, while still waiting on Chickster to make his appearance.

I must say, dealing with somebody else's stuff is a little easier than trying to do your own stuff. Why, I'm not sure. Maybe it's because I am going to finish this book, hand it over, and not have to pass by it every day and think about the photo on that one page that isn't cut completely straight. Or the page where I never really liked that sticker where I put it, and it really bugs me.

So I've completed 4 pages this week, or two layouts, or however you're supposed to say it. Like I said, this is all new to me. And I'm not big into embellishments and stuff like I've seen in other people's books, so poor Trump's book may be the most boring book ever. Here's a photo of the most recent one I did. I thought Pepsi needed her own spread, seeing as how she's the one who keeps Trump from being a pedestrian. The photos I used are some that I took of Pep last year and had enlarged and mounted and gave to Trump for Christmas. So now she'll have extras, whether she likes it or not.

I'll probably be working more on the book until Chickster arrives, then that will all come to a screeching halt. At least for a while. Actually, I've just thought of something that might hurry him along. I should dive deep into this stuff and make a huge mess...that inevitably will bring him rushing into the world, leaving me with a bunch of stuff to take care of upon arriving home from the hospital. On second thought, I could call Mom or Trump over here to clean up the stuff. Yeah. Sounds like a plan.