Digital Scrapbooking

I'm pretty last-century with technology, my computer and email being the one exception. We don't own a television so anytime I go to someone's home with five different remote controls, I stare at them like a deer in the headlights and then pass on the TV-watching option. Too much trouble. Texting annoys me and I'm not too hip on phones either. Michael just went to get an iPhone today and refused to take me with him because he said I was lacking the proper excitement.  All I want in a phone is something that does phone calls. And why would I want to pay out buckos for something I can't find most of the time either? Yes, I'm very happy paying no more than $15 a month to be on my family's plan. 

Am I seriously going to be that crotchey old woman griping about all these new-fangled technologies some day? Bemoaning the breakdown in social interaction and the art of written discourse? Probably.

But I did venture into the 21st century the other day to try out digital scrapbooking. I've been having so much fun lately with a free trial version of IScrapbook, a digital scrapbooking application for Macs. I keep a photo album/scrapbook for each of my kids but lately the old-fashioned scrapbook process times three has been quite daunting.  I'm hoping this speeds up the process and saves me time and money and that huge mound of pictures and cardstock paper. Does anybody else do digital scrapbooking? I would love any tips, hints, helpful Web sites to check out.  Or does anyone have advice for printing their pages?

Slamming the Door in My Face

You may not be able to tell from this picture but I have the battered-woman look going on right now. My left eye has cuts underneath the lid and there's bruising below that. When I smile, it hurts and if anything comes near my face, I panic and throw up my arm. 

What happened is this: We were on the lake this weekend. I was doing some flips on my board. Kind of like this guy in the picture, except I was ten times more amazing than that. 

That is until I tried out my backflip and biffed the landing. Sadly, the board and my face got a little too close together.

Uh huh. Sure. Well, that's the official story anyway because who wants to explain that they slammed the car door in their face? Who wants to explain that they were in such a hurry at the auto body shop, transferring car seats and stuff back over into their now-fixed-after-being-rear-ended car, that they didn't realize their face was in the way when they opened the driver's door at full-on, break-face speeds? Did I mention this was in front of the auto body guy who was like, "Uh, are you ok?"

"Yeah, sure. It was nothing."

Ice pack please!

I mean, who does things like that? Idiots? No need to answer that.

The one good thing that has come out of it is that I have convinced my children that my "monster eye" is all-seeing and all-knowing.  The monster eye knows if they are being naughty. The monster eye also has special flame-shooting powers to immediately silence and singe fighting children. Now I just a drop an "I've got my monster eye on you" and they shape up lickety-split.

Ok, time for another ibuprofen.