Archive for Month: December, 2009
Christmas is Packed Up {but it’s not over}
Last night I packed up the Christmas tree.
I thought about leaving the mantel decorated, but I packed that up too.
I thought I’d regret it, but I didn’t.
Last night I packed up Christmas; I put everything neatly away in bins and boxes.
I thought it would look empty in here, but it doesn’t.
I thought I’d feel sad about it, but I wasn’t.
Because Christmas isn’t in the decorations, or the lights, or the gifts–
If Christmas is in your heart, you will have it any time you wish.
May the spirit of the season shine within you always, equally in June as in December.
HP Photosmart Touchsmart Web All-in-one Printer {Part I}
HP Photosmart Touchsmart Web All-in-one Printer – C309
I’ve been a techie all my life. I got started like most by taking apart my parents’ things and putting them back together again, unsuccessfully at times. I remember sitting on my bed one evening, when I was 13, with a fairly new digital clock radio. I wanted to see what was inside, but as with most of my victims, I wanted to tinker with and torture them. I ended up using my pocket knife blade to (inadvertently) short out the main AC wires (you know, the ones that lead to the plug IN THE WALL). I was temporarily blinded by the sparks and flash, melted to nice little holes in my knife, and caused the lights to flicker through out the house. The adrenaline coursed through my veins as the smell of ozone and molten metal tickled my nose. I was alive. And hooked.
HP gave us one of these all-in-one printers to review and use. When the printer showed up, as with any new piece of tech, I got tunnel vision and set out to unpack the goods. I made ready my workspace and chose our desktop, booted into Windows Vista x64, to be the first PC to get the new printing privileges. One neat thing about the packaging is that the printer itself was wrapped in a canvas tote bag, and the accessory cables (power, USB, network cables) were inside a canvas, zippered bag. No plastic wrapping. Now I’m not a Kool-Aide drinking global warming greenie, but it was pretty neat to see this approach to new consumer goods packaging. Bravo, HP.
I usually do not install the complete suite of driver/software packages from peripherals, but I wanted to pretend to be a novice and follow the quick start instructions. It really was as easy as 1, 2, 3. Install the ink cartridges, setup the wireless profile on the printer’s touchscreen, then install the software package on the PC from the DVD-ROM. It was a flawless process, and everyone who runs Vista (especially 64bit Vista) knows that flawless is a term seldom used.
I was able to print, scan, and fax over our wireless router within minutes. The big deal for me was that I could initiate a document scan from the printer’s touchscreen and send it to the computer. No running back and forth scanning, saving, cussing, scanning again, rinse, repeat, etc. You place a document on the scanner glass, scan to PC, and you’re done. That’s the cat’s ass right there. Or, you can choose to initiate the scan from your PC and enjoy more quality control options.
On the internets, it is widely assumed that facsimile is dead. Well, people still listen to Disco, and people still fax. HP makes it easy with this all in one machine, and they even have a toll free fax test number. You send a fax to this number and within 5 minutes it sends a fax back to you, which tests both outbound and inbound fax operation.
Scan, fax, melted pocket knives… What about printing? Oh yeah, it prints. IT PRINTS!
The unit comes with a few 4×6 samples of photo paper. I picked three distinctly different images for testing. I opted to print with the default settings (color correction ENABLED) as a novice or non-techie would do. I was amazed by the intense colors, sharpness, and overall quality. Ask Secret Agent Mama, I’m hard to please, and I’m highly critical. I was impressed. Paper loading is a snap and the printed page is delivered face up. You can print from your PC via wireless, USB cable, or straight from your camera’s memory card. Take all of that and add Bluetooth, picture editing capabilities, and straight from web printing of maps, coupon, recipes and more WITHOUT a PC and you have a *true* all-in-one powerhouse.
Now, being that I am highly critical and hard to please, I did manage to find a couple things to gripe about. The first thing that caught my attention was the sluggish response of the touchscreen. There seemed to be a short delay from the time I touched the screen until the unit responded to my touch. We’re not talking seconds or anything like that, but there was a perceived delay. Am I just being picky? I told you I was critical. I think fast and I move fast. I want instant and perfect responses to my instructions, dammit! I’m guessing that very few people will notice any delay or be annoyed by it.
The only other complaint I have it the short power cord that connect the power pack to the wall outlet. Seriously, the thing is like around 16 inches long. Fine for sitting on the floor, but any other setup will present a slight problem. Luckily it is a standard three prong cord just like the one that your PC tower or monitor uses. They’re easy to find.
I’ve used another well known brand’s all-in-one thingy and it pales in comparison to the Photosmart Touchsmart Web All-in-one. HP got it right and I’m honored to have the opportunity to use it.
{Mishelle will also be reviewing the HP Photosmart Touchsmart Web All-in-one Printer, too. Stay tuned!}
36 Months
Dear Davey,
Today you turned three. Thirty-six months outside of my belly, in our arms. Months have passed quickly, and with each one came something new; a new sound, a new action, a new mannerism, a new and improved David. Three years seem too few for such a big personality to have formed.
A personality that is completely addictive with an abundant laughter that is infectious. Your smile is deep and heart-touching. Your intelligence is astounding and vast. You are–simply stated–dynamic, lovable, brilliant, and delicious.
This year you have continued on your quest for knowledge. You’ve even started drawing recognizable images. Your love of Play Dough has developed much to Papa’s chagrin. Santa knew what he was doing when he brought you a whole Play Dough kit for Christmas, though. I really wouldn’t be surprised if you start reading this year. You’re THAT smart.
The one thing I love the most about you is your musical ability; you are so musical, it’s not even funny. Keep singing, little dude. Let your heart sing out through the top of your lungs.
If God is a DJ,
Life is a dance floor,
Love is the rhythm,
You are the music…
Happy Birthday, Big Boy! We Love You!
Parenting FAIL
I’m a pretty good mother. At least, I think I am a good one. Ze kids are smart, they thrive, they have good manners, their sense of humor is really awesome, and–even if some days I want to run screaming for the hills–they are all around good kids.
Just for those that don’t know: I have four children.
The first three are close-in-age, and then there is a fourth (the baby) who turns three today, the 28th of December. He’s sweet and made of sugar and love and I nom-nom-nom on him daily. When I found out I was pregnant with him, I worried about how the dynamic of our family would change.
I worried about a bunch of things, to be quite honest. What’s motherhood without worry? And failure?
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Fail #1: POTTY TRAINING
Mikey, our firstborn, was so stubborn and hard to train that I eventually just gave up, resigning myself to having a five year old in diapers (he was only three at this resignation, but whatever.) That’s all it took to break me. From that point forward I would loathe potty chairs, training tactics, Underoos, and all things involved with the bathroom. It was during this time that I even had issues with going to that bathroom, but that’s another post and probably another blog.
I hadn’t so much as told Michael that there was a bun in the oven, when I found out I was pregnant with David, before I started stressing over the act of potty training. Given my past experiences I was setting myself up for more failure.
And, if there’s one thing that I do well it’s fail at potty training.
David is 3 today. David is still in diapers. David’s mother is a potty training failure.
Fail #2: SLEEP TRAINING
The other department I fail in, parenting-wise, is getting a baby/toddler to sleep on his own. Actually, the only one who did go to sleep on their own was Olivia. But she’s totally Miss Independent. Actually…now that I think of it, she potty trained on her own, too. I guess my boys are just hard to put to sleep because I recall having to lie down and slither out of the room–quietly–each and every night. Not the girl, though; I could just lay her down and leave the room. Minutes later she would be sawing logs.
Lately, around 3:00 a.m. Davey gets out of bed, with a bounce, stands at the gate, and calls out, “I wanna go downstairs.”
I stumble out of my bed, and moan, “Go back to bed, Mama’s coming.”
Then I fall asleep only to wake up to a little boy poking my face.
“Lips. Eyes. Eye browns. Eye lashes. Mama’s got ears, too!”
Prior to him having his big-boy bed, he would wake up multiple times, and exhausted I’d give up and just put him in my bed.
But, you know what? Who cares. The boy poops in the diaper, I change him and it’s all good. The boy wakes in the middle of the night, I sleep with him and it’s all good. The older kids are proof that these things pass. Eventually there aren’t any more diapers to purchase. Eventually a kiss on the forehead suffices before the door is closed for the night.
Weekly Winners {The Merry Christmas Edition}
On Christmas Eve Eve I took some fun shots of the two big boys, Mikey and Benny, in front of our tree:
I even got a traditional selfy pee in a Christmas ornament:
And a traditional bokeh‘ffected shot of the tree, too:
Then on Christmas Eve, Nicky came to us. The same Nicky who is estimated to be 7 months old. The same amount of months that have passed since our Sadie girl left us. If you believe in reincarnation you might be inclined to believe that Nicky is—indeed—Sadie.
Christmas Eve was as blurry as the above photograph. But, it was good blurry as the above photograph. No, great effin’ blurry!
Michael and I got all the stuff done that needed to be done. He put out the Christmas presents. I added the bows and filled the stockings. He brought in Livey’s bike and I made sure to put out the Santa cookies next to the note that Olivia wrote. The note that wished him well, expressed her love, and thanked him–in advance–for whatever presents he chose to leave for them. Michael told me he still needed to wrap my present and sent me up to bed with the new, sweet puppy. We tried to put him in the bathroom, but he cried and whined. Needless-to-say he slept in our bed with us like all our puppies have done. It’s all about tradition!
Nicky woke up at 3:00am.
David woke up at 3:00am.
Benny woke up at 3:00am.
What fun!
Finally, everyone was back asleep. A few hours later I was awoken by Michael, as I slept in Davey’s bed.
“Mishelle, the kids are all up and I’m taking Nicky out,” he said.
Slowly, I got out of bed, washed up, put on my nice pajamas. Shortly thereafter David woke up. I was changing his diaper when Michael came up with Nicky. Then Nicky pooped. Then we cleaned it up. Then I almost vomited. After we got it cleaned up I went downstairs to wash my hands and pull my camera out of the closet. I grabbed my bag and set in on the table before returning upstairs to rescue Nicky from our bathroom to take him out one more time before the festivities began.
I went out with Nicky while Michael came downstairs with the kids.
Once I came in I took off Nicky’s leash, took off my boots, slipped on my slippers and proceeded to the kitchen to get my camera. I’d already missed some of the initial reactions, but I told myself it was o.k. I grabbed my bag, opened it, and instantly saw my present.
Oh, I thought, he DID get me that battery grip.
Oh, I thought, wait! that doesn’t look like my camera, as I picked it up out of the bag.
I slowly turned it around and saw:
5D Mark II
OH MY GOD!!
I turned around to the video camera in my face with Michael and the kids waiting for my reaction.
OH MY GOD!!
And I burst into tears. It wouldn’t be spring time before I got my professional grade camera. The time was now. Michael got me, and he got me good. He even had it all charged up, ready to go.
I’m still in some form of shock, I think.
{The Whole Christmas Set on Flickr}
Finally, I’d like to profess my undying love for my trusty Canon Rebel XTi. That camera’s been an amazing tool in helping me perfect my craft. I’ve loved learning more about photography with her. For now she’s put away, but she won’t ever be gone or too far from reach.


























































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