Sunday, February 15, 2009
So, yes, I am easily distracted. I have a mountain of work to do, but here I sit playing with You Tube, reading Christopher Hitchens, and watching Mike Rowe sing about doing Dirty Jobs.
The scrapbook convention was at the Orange County fairgrounds this weekend. Ouch. No need to run away screaming into the night. Glitter is not contagious. Pretty paper is not an airborne illness. It is fun to play with pictures and tell stories. Kind of like blogging. I love the stories behind pictures and I have had many a run in with "consultants" who are in such a hurry to get the pictures in a book and tell me to stop dawdling. But I love picking paper, choosing colors and making the page glittery, and then I love to tell the story behind the pictures. I would read friends' scrapbooks and groan when I would read captions like, "Me, John, and the kids at the park." Do you know how agonizing I find that? Who the heck is me?
I found a picture once, black and white, and obviously from a different era. The woman in the picture is beautiful, wearing a dress and a hat, looks like maybe from the 1940's, and in the background is the Statue of Liberty. And what is written on the back? Me in New York. Sigh. One of the reasons I so liked the idea of scrapbooking, besides making sure pictures last in an acid free environment, was for the stories behind the pictures. I look back at pictures I took and for the life of me I would be hard pressed to tell you who is in the picture, when it was taken, and why~!
Casey and I went and had a fun day. Our sisters could not make it and Wiley was making her lobster and steak for a Valentine's Day dinner, so we left early. We ate at Carrow's Restaurant for breakfast on our way out. I had some biscuits and gravy. Yummy. She had blueberry pancakes, also, very yummy. On the drive out from Temecula, we noticed the Highway Patrol was out in droves. I look at the speed limit as a suggestion, not an absolute, so they tend to chap my hide (or however that saying goes) and they were on almost every freeway we were on. There was even a stealth Highway Patrol, white with no lights on the roof. Now, that's just cheating. Not playing fair and all that. I think the lack of money is going to cause them to give out tickets like candy.
Watch out my poor California drivers. Arnold and his bozos up in Sacramento are battling among themselves--not in how to curb spending but how much more to grab from us. I say lay off half the bureaucracy and see from there who is actually "essential." But, that is a different rant, perhaps for April 15th.
I think digital scrapbooking could be fun. I may have to ask Thia Karen. HAHAHA. Just kidding. She probably will not read this whole post. She is allergic to scrapbooking, but she tells a wickedly good story and takes fabulous pictures, so she is a "scrapbooker" in spirit.
Maybe one day I will even finish an album. HAHAHA.
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