AnonymousCoworker

The GF is big into scrapbooking. I think it’s cool. She makes very funky and personalized photo albums, and she focuses on the photo, rather than making each page of the scrapbook a work of art in itself (though some of the pages she has made are very cool looking).

Every now and then she goes to the local Scrapbooking store to get more supplies, or to pick out specific items with which to embellish the pages. On our last trip to the store we were looking for stuff to use for the scrapbook of when we went to Paris.

Being an extra good boyfriend, I was being upfront with my input, and offered my opinion freely when asked. We had made our way through the store, and had picked out some cool paper, stickers, and other supplies. When we got to the front counter, a in-store scrapbooking class had just let out, and we were treated to a look at the glitter-covered and bestickered soul of scrapbooking. Namely, one Sandy Castle.

Sandy has just taken a trip across country and she had stopped at bunches of scrapbooking stores along the way. She was regaling the entire store with her adventures.

“Oh! I found the coolest little stickers in Texas. Or maybe it was in Virginia, I can’t remember. Anyway, I have to move to Texas now, because that’s where my husband is stationed. I’m sure I’ll have lots to scrapbook then.”

She went on and on for 30 minutes as if she was the only person in the room. I imagine she’s the type of person who scrapbooks everything.

“I call this page, ‘We went to the store to buy Baby’s first enema!’ Here’s the receipt. Here’s the catheter we used. Aww… here’s a picture of Baby looking sad cause he’s aww constipated and we had to squirt water into his wittle bum-bum.”

Anyway, she had just gotten out of a scrapbooking class, and was planning on going to the next one, and was also going to the one the next day.

Now, I’m all for people finding something to do with themselves, but when all you do is take the most banal moments in your life and categorize them into a format for other people to see, that’s pretty lame. We bloggers are nothing like that.